Day's Light

by M. A. Church

  “I want to bite you.” Mark licked Hunter’s neck. “Right here. I have no idea why I just did that. Shit, Hunter, why did I do that? Is that normal?”

  “Marking a mate is, yes.” But an Alpha wasn’t usually the one who wore a bite mark. The more dominant wolf in a relationship did the biting. But Mark was an Alpha also, even though that should’ve been impossible. Two Alphas mating was extremely rare, so rare that he didn’t know of any.

  “It makes me nuts knowing you’re unmarked.” Mark grabbed Hunter by the hips, pressing their lower bodies together. “I have no idea what to do, but I need to do something about it.”

  Shit, shit, shit. Mark’s claws had come out. Hunter didn’t dare take Mark anywhere right now. A werewolf whose mate was unmarked wasn’t exactly the most rational creature around. He should’ve known this was coming.

  “Mark? I know your wolf is riding you hard right now, but I need you to listen to me. Your wolf is wanting you to mark me as your mate. That instinct isn’t going to go away until you claim me. But before you do that, I need for you to show me you can control your fangs. Those are what you’ll use to bite.”

  “I… I….” Mark brushed his hard cock against Hunter. “I want to taste you.”

  “And you can. You will. But first you have to show me you can control yourself. You don’t want to maul me, do you, Mark? That would hurt, and you don’t want to hurt your mate, do you?” Hunter hoped by stressing how Mark could hurt him, his mate, Mark could get control of his wolf, because, by the goddess, Hunter didn’t bottom. As in ever.

  Mark let out a long breath, shook his head, then backed up a step, horrified. “Oh God, no, no. Of course not. I would never hurt you. Please don’t let me.”

  Hunter stroked his hand up and down Mark’s back. “Your wolf is eager, and that’s fine. I’m not denying your claim. All I want, since you just completed your transformation, is to show me you can control your fangs. Concentrate on bringing that forward. You don’t want to transform anything else. Just your fangs. Keep reminding your wolf of that. Just your fangs so you can claim me.”

  The last thing Hunter wanted was for Mark to go into the half-man/half-wolf hybrid form Alphas had while wanting to fuck him. Not for his first time, dammit.

  “Right. Right.” Mark closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “Just my fangs.”

  Hunter watched Mark struggle, and the more he struggled, the more enraged he became, which was not good for a new Alpha. Or for Hunter’s ass later. “Let’s try this. Why don’t you look at me? I’ll show you what they look like.”

  Mark opened his eyes. “The last memory I have of fangs isn’t exactly a good one.”

  “I am sorry for that.” Hunter took a deep breath—Mark’s eyes were yellow. Mark’s wolf was definitely in the forefront now. Hunter opened his mouth, displaying the sharpened canines and bicuspids on the top and two shorter ones on the bottom, which again, was only something an Alpha had.

  Mark groaned, his eyes closing briefly. “That’s so fucking hot and, and… gawh! Argh!” Mark’s eyes flew open, and his hands fluttered around his mouth.

  Hunter watched proudly as the teeth grew. And yes, they were just like his. “Easy.” Hunter clasped Mark’s hands. “Good. Very good. Want to see?”

  Mark nodded hesitantly.

  “You can still talk, just be careful.” Hunter took Mark’s hand and led him out of the closet and into the bathroom. “They’re very sharp and can cut your tongue. My words probably sound a little slurred too, but that’s a downside of having a mouthful of fangs.”

  “This is trippy,” Mark slurred.

  “This is normal for us.” Hunter stopped in front of the bathroom mirror, but Mark’s back was to it. “I find them sexy as hell. Find you sexy as hell. Your eyes are yellow too, so don’t panic when you see what you look like.”

  Chapter Eleven – Mark

  MARK INHALED deeply, held it for a second, then slowly exhaled. Never had he been afraid of his own damn reflection until now. He faced the mirror and pulled his lips back. “Holy shit.”

  They were horrifying, gnarly, and deadly. They were also sexy as fuck. The yellow eyes did still kind of trigger him, but the teeth? Oh, he liked those.

  “They’ll probably stay extended until you bite and claim me. Mark, are you listening?”

  Mark growled at the mirror, and whoa, he sounded like a total badass. That noise was something no human could make, that was for sure. Reaching up, he poked the top ones. “Yeah, yeah. Sorry.” Mark looked away from the mirror.

  “Since you’re a newly turned werewolf, your emotions are pretty chaotic right now. And that’s okay. In order to claim me as your mate, you need to bite where the shoulder and neck meets, just like I did you. The strike needs to be swift and sure.”

  “When do I need to do that? Bite you?”

  “I… I guess when you’re in me. I, ah, didn’t have time to do it this way with you, so maybe just as I come? The pleasure will be the most then. Once your teeth sink into my skin, blood is going to flood your mouth. That’s normal. Swallow it.”

  Mark wrinkled his nose.

  “I know it sounds gross, but believe me, you will happily drink once you taste it. Again, that’s normal. We don’t need blood like a vampire does, so the instinct to drain your prey isn’t there. A couple of gulps will satisfy you, and you’ll release the bite.”

  “You said to do it when you come. Um, will it hurt?”

  “Did it hurt you?”

  “I swung at you, didn’t I?”

  “There’s your answer.”

  “Okay, true, but I was already freaking out over being shot by guys with yellow eyes, and then on top of that, I got kidnapped by some blond god.”

  “I did not kidnap you.” Hunter scowled. “Wait. Blond god?”

  “Do I need to Google kidnapping for you because I feel like I might need to. And yes, I thought you looked like some kind of blond god.”

  Hunter puffed out his chest. “God, huh? I can work with that. But yes, it does hurt at first, but it doesn’t last. The bite becomes pleasurable. You’re going to want to fuck, especially since you’re so new. With time you’ll learn how to control your base needs, but I need you to try to stay in control. I’ve never bottomed.”

  Mark blinked. Had he heard that right? “Never? As in never?”

  “No. But I’m going to with you. The thing is, I’m an Alpha. And so are you.”

  Mark had no idea why Hunter seemed so shocked by that. There was a story there, he could tell. “So I’m an Alpha?”

  “Yes. We’ll talk about that after.”

  They were going to have a whole lot to talk about later, apparently. “After?”

  “After you claim me.”

  Mark’s wolf was doing a dance in his head as Hunter led him to the guest bedroom. He was just as excited, but he kept repeating that Hunter had never had anal sex. That totally blew his mind. He’d be Hunter’s first—hot damn!—and he had to make it good for Hunter.

  Mark’s wolf was all for shoving Hunter down and taking him, but damned if Mark would do that. Had Hunter never bottomed because he was strictly a top? Or because he was an Alpha? Or were they one and the same? If so, they were going to have a problem with that kind of macho bullshit.

  Mark was an Alpha—he still wasn’t entirely sure what that meant—and didn’t mind taking a dick. But he’d been human then. I’m an Alpha! His wolf howled enthusiastically.

  At the edge of the bed, Mark tugged Hunter to a halt. When Hunter turned back to look at him, his eyebrow raised, Mark gently pried his hand loose and cupped Hunter’s face.

  The five o’clock shadow pricked his palms. He searched Hunter’s eyes. There was acceptance and duty there. Which was fine, but not what Mark wanted to see. Desire. And need. That was what he wanted shining in Hunter’s eyes.

  Hunter brought his hands up and placed them over Mark’s. Sparks raced up his spine. If a simple touch did this, what would sliding into Hunter’s ass be like?
He nipped Hunter’s bottom lip.

  When he didn’t open fast enough, Mark did it again, harder. Hunter rumbled but opened, letting Mark’s tongue explore. He crowded closer, and something hard pressed against his leg.

  Hunter was into this. There was no faking an erection. His breathing sped up as a warm and woodsy scent with a hint of pine rose from Hunter. His head spun. He lifted his leg and hooked it around one of Hunter’s, rubbing up and down. His body jerked when one of Hunter’s hands drifted to his ass. Mark ground their erections together.

  Raising his head, he stared into Hunter’s yellow eyes again. This time he saw the beginning of desire, but the body pressed against him was still tense.

  “What’s going on? You’re practically vibrating, and not in a good way.”

  “This isn’t easy for me. Normally I’m the dominant wolf, but you’re also an Alpha.” Hunter forced a smile. “I’ve never been with one before you.”

  Mark let his leg slide down. “And that’s unusual, I take it?”

  “Well, yes. But I want you, want this. My wolf is a little confused as to who’s the more dominant one. That’s not something either he or I have dealt with before.”

  Well shit. “Is making love to you going to be a problem?”

  “I….” Hunter tilted his head, and his eyes became distant. But a small smile crossed his face, and he shook his head. “I don’t think so. My wolf is unsure about all this but doesn’t feel threatened.”

  Threatened? As in Hunter’s wolf might feel the need to attack? But they were mates. How did that work? Was that even possible? “Plain English, Hunter. What are you trying to say here?”

  “He, ah, doesn’t feel the need to prove he’s the more dominant one.” Hunter blushed.

  “Well thank fuck. I want to make love, not fight!” The color tinting Hunter’s skin was the sexiest thing Mark had ever seen, but still, that couldn’t have been easy for Hunter to admit. “I just want to show you how attractive I find you, want to make you feel good… feel like you’re the center of my world. Because, you know, you are. I want this to be good for you.”

  “I know.” Hunter pulled at the towel around Mark’s waist. “My wolf knows. You are our mate. It’s physically impossible for us to hurt you, but you might hear some low-key growling from me. Can’t help it. This is new to us.” Hunter jerked the towel away. “And we want to see you. All of you.”

  The little act of aggression surprised Mark. Hunter couldn’t seem to help these reminders that he was also dominant. And that was okay, because he’d probably be doing the same when Hunter made love to him.

  He pushed Hunter down on the bed, causing him to sprawl on his back. His hair was messy, his eyes were heavy, and his chest rose and fell quickly. Mark’s wolf howled—mine! By damn, this beautiful man was his.

  An answering howl lingered in his head. His cock hardened, lifting from his body. Suddenly he knew it would be okay. They’d be okay. Grabbing the bottom of Hunter’s night pants, he tugged. Hunter raised his hips to help him pull them down. Mark tossed the offending garment that covered his mate’s sexiness over his shoulder.

  Holy shit, Hunter’s cock was long, thick, and mouthwatering. It was the perfect size. He’d damn sure feel that opening him up, and he couldn’t wait. He crawled up Hunter’s body until he straddled him. Staring down at Hunter’s yellow eyes, he noticed there was a black ring around the irises. Inches apart, their breath mingling, he brushed his lips across Hunter’s. Those startling-colored eyes drifted closed, and a low, sexy growl of pure need escaped Hunter’s throat.

  Hunter’s lips opened, the invitation clear. Another low, guttural moan sounded as Mark explored. A hard cock poked against his ass as he tasted Hunter. This time the kiss was harder, hotter, and much more aggressive. Hunter grabbed Mark’s hips, and a sudden prick startled him.

  He raised his head, panting slightly. “Wha—”

  “S-sorry. Forgot to mention we have claws that sometimes like to come out and play.”

  Mark glanced at Hunter’s hands on his hips that had claws at the end of his fingertips. Heat spread through him. “That’s fucking insane.”

  “Bad insane or good ins—oomph.”

  Mark slammed his mouth down over Hunter’s again. Finally, he lifted his head and released Hunter’s lips, making Hunter sigh with disappointment. “Good insane.”

  Hunter snickered. He raised his hips and bumped his cock against Mark’s ass. Mark groaned. “You know, this is my favorite position when getting fucked. Love having a hard dick slamming into me.”

  Hunter grunted. “Fuck, I’ll remember that.”

  “Glad to hear it.” Mark ran his hands over Hunter’s muscular chest. His small tight nipples demanded attention, which Mark gladly focused on. He ran his finger over one of Hunter’s pecs, slowly closing in on a nipple. Hunter’s breath caught.

  Well now, that was interesting. He leaned over, his mouth hovering above it. Hunter flexed his hips. Not to be rushed, Mark blew on it, and the nub tightened. Oh, wait until it was wet and he did that.

  “Mark….” Hunter’s hands tightened on Mark’s hips. The tip of his claws pierced his skin, and Mark shivered at the slight pain.

  He sucked the hard nub into his mouth and flicked his tongue back and forth against the taut peak while his other hand worried the neglected one. The scent of Hunter’s arousal perfumed the room. Hunter’s pants rose in volume, but he still fought against allowing his pleasure free rein. Well now, Mark couldn’t have that, now could he?

  Mark raised his head and blew on a wet nipple. “Let me hear you. Let go of that tight control, or I’ll find ways to make you.”

  Mark rolled a nipple, waiting to see what response he’d get. Hunter’s head thrashed back and forth, but no sounds came forth, so he brushed his fang against one and plucked the twin, hard.

  “Goddess!” Hunter yelled. Pleased, Mark rewarded the sound by rubbing his tongue against the abused nipple.

  Hunter’s breathing was shallow and fast. “Harder.”

  Happy to oblige, he twisted Hunter’s nipples.

  Hunter arched against Mark. “Fuck.”

  “Like that, huh?”

  “Yes. I had no fucking idea.”

  “I imagine not. I imagine you’ve been too concerned with the whole who’s the more dominant thing. I’m not interested in dominating you. All I want is to make my mate feel desired. That’s it. When it’s my turn, I expect you to do the same.” Grinning, Mark shuffled backward until he was sitting in between Hunter’s legs. “I’m going to drive you crazy with desire until you howl for me.”

  Mark pushed Hunter’s legs open more, then lowered his head. Running his tongue through the precome that had collected on Hunter’s stomach, he lapped it up. Hunter flung his hands out, clenching the sheet. Mark slipped the tip of Hunter’s cock into his mouth, sucking on the swollen head.

  Hunter bucked his hips, and Mark wrapped his hand around the base of Hunter’s cock. Now that Hunter couldn’t choke him until he was ready, he ran his tongue up and down the length. Licking the thick shaft, he worked his way back to the head of his cock.

  He swallowed and, hollowing his cheeks, he pulled back up until only the head was left in his mouth. His tongue played with the tiny slit in the top of Hunter’s shaft. A string of saliva stretched from his mouth to the cock he held. Hunter lifted his head, and Mark met that hot, yellow gaze. He licked his lips.

  “Fucking hell!” Hunter swore. “You look good sucking my cock.”

  “Honey, I haven’t started sucking your cock yet.” Mark smirked. “Now, where’s your lube?”

  “Goddess have mercy.” Hunter bared his fangs even as he pointed at the night table.

  Mark bared his right back. “Hope so, ‘cause I sure won’t.”

  “Fuck.” Hunter’s head dropped back down.

  He was going to take Hunter apart with pleasure. His wolf was in total agreement. Getting up, he reached for the night table and opened the drawer. The first thing he saw w
as his cell. The screen was shattered, and parts of the casing were gone. Not to mention it was covered in blood. No way it still worked.

  “What’s wrong?”

  Shit. Had Hunter felt his shock at seeing his cell phone? “Nothing.” He shoved it aside and grabbed the lube. “Shit, Hunter, I don’t see any condoms.”

  “We don’t need them. Can’t give or catch anything. It’s a paranormal thing.”

  “Seriously?”

  Hunter lifted his head again. “Seriously. I wouldn’t lie to you.”

  Mark was almost giddy. “Well hell, I’m going to blow as soon as I get in you then. I’ve never barebacked.” He crawled back between Hunter’s legs.

  He needed to keep Hunter’s mind off his ass while Mark stretched him. This was his first time having anal sex, so it was going to feel weird. And he had the perfect way because what red-blooded male, paranormal or otherwise, didn’t like having his dick sucked?

  Closing his lips over the dome of Hunter’s shaft, he ran his tongue over the head and teased the slit. He groaned at the taste of precome, then started bobbing his head up and down.

  Taking a deep breath, he relaxed and deep-throated Hunter’s cock, cutting off his air. His lips were pressed against Hunter’s groin. He swallowed and felt Hunter shudder as his throat muscles massaged Hunter’s shaft.

  “Dear Goddess!”

  Mark eased Hunter’s cock out of his throat and started bobbing up and down again.

  Hunter’s head whipped back and forth. “Fuck, I’m going to—”

  Yeah, no you aren’t. Mark tugged on Hunter’s balls, backing him off his orgasm.

  “Fuck. Fuck!”

  Being denied was probably something Hunter wasn’t used to, but he couldn’t come yet. Mark needed him aroused, not spent. For several minutes he teased Hunter’s opening before easing a finger inside to the first knuckle. Hunter’s ass clamped down, which wasn’t a surprise, but he was still hard against Mark’s tongue.