Claimed By My Pretend Boyfriend: Blackwater Pack Book Six

by Liam Kingsley

  Decker shook his head with his eyebrows raised. His mouth had fallen open. I think he knew by that point that I get super emo when I'm drunk but this was still quite the saga. And I wasn't done yet.

  “I don't know how I convinced myself,” I drawled, waving an unsteady finger in my own face, “that someone like you could ever love a piece of trailer-park trash like me. In what universe would the high school quarterback fall for a guy who had to pull ridiculous pranks and act like a fool just to make friends?”

  Now my face was wet and red. I wiped my eyes and nose on my sleeve as I swayed on my feet. I could barely see Decker and his date anymore. Everything just looked red and blurry, as if I was looking at the scene through old stained glass.

  “God, I'm so pathetic!” I yelled and spun around to leave.

  17

  Decker

  My wolf gnashed its teeth and barked bloody murder in my chest. I wanted to disown my mother like never before.

  The moment that Tripp called himself pathetic, I grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him against me. He pushed back against my grip, his arms flailing to get away and sobs escaping from his throat.

  “Stop! I'm shit! You don't want this mess!” he cried, but I held on tight to keep him in place, and to stop my hands from shaking. My whole body was vibrating with rage, and a huge hit of protective instinct was smashing its way through me. It was almost too much for my wolf to handle, to see Tripp crying because of something that my flesh and blood had done to him... I wanted to shift and protect him with all of my might. Instead, I pulled him tighter against me until he stopped fighting and collapsed into my arms.

  “Shh,” I cooed, pushing my lips against the top of his head. “It's okay. I've got you.”

  His sobs began to subside and he mumbled something against my chest.

  I pulled him back and cupped his tear-streaked cheeks in my hands. He tilted his face to look up at me and I felt my heart surge with love as his bright, wet eyes met mine. His pout looked especially beautiful as it trembled.

  “I'm going to take you home,” I said softly. “Let's get you sobered up, and we can talk about everything you just said.”

  He let out one last sob, and mumbled, “You should get back to your date with Mr. Perfect.”

  “Don't worry about him, Tripp. I hate dentists,” I said, wrapping my arm around his shoulders and leading him through the crowd towards the door.

  “You okay to get home?” I called back to Sutton.

  “Sure thing. Take care of him,” he said, nodding at Tripp who was practically limp in my arms.

  “That's the plan,” I said, hoisting him up and pushing through the door.

  We hobbled the few blocks to my apartment and the cold air seemed to sober him up a little. He was able to take the stairs mostly on his own, and by the time I sat him down on my couch, he was able to put a real sentence together.

  “Coffee,” I said, holding out a fresh cup of strong espresso.

  “No,” he said, shaking his head. “I'm on a detox.”

  “Oh, really?” I laughed. “How does your liver feel about the whole bottle of wine you just drank?”

  “Really good,” he slurred. “It was red wine. It has antioxidants.”

  “We're going to do a nutritional science lesson tomorrow,” I said, and crouched down in front of him. “But first, you have to drink this.”

  He reluctantly took the cup from me and grumbled, “Why?”

  I kept my hand under his, just in case he was going to fumble it and spill all over the couch. “Because I need you tonight,” I said honestly. “And I need you sober.”

  He met my gaze. His lids were heavy, but there was some clarity in his eyes. He nodded and took a sip of coffee.

  Maybe his detox was working because it wasn't long before he'd metabolized the caffeine and was sitting upright, talking without slurring, and holding eye contact. He was definitely out of “drunk” territory and back into tipsy.

  “Feeling okay?” I asked from my place on the floor in front of him.

  He let out a long sigh, put down the empty cup and slumped back on the couch.

  “I'm pretty sober now, and I’m an idiot,” he groaned as he ran his hands over his beautiful face.

  “Yeah,” I said and let out a short chuckle.

  Tripp glared at me and I shrugged.

  “Why would you think I'd ever go on a date with someone else?” I asked directly.

  Tripp closed his eyes and let out another deep sigh. “We've only been together for two weeks.”

  “Yeah, but...” I started, and took another deep breath. “We're fated mates, Tripp.”

  His eyes slowly opened and he looked at me as he sucked on his bottom lip. He looked beautiful, and deeply, horribly sad. “Do you just want to be with me because that's what fate wants?”

  It stung, but I swallowed what he'd said. It fell right into the pit in my stomach that was still churning with anxiety about lies and untold truths. I wet my lips and told him, “No.”

  His eyes widened in panic.

  I continued, “I want to be with you because I love you.”

  A startled sob escaped from his throat and he brought his hands up to cover his mouth.

  “What?” he croaked.

  I reached out and put a hand on his knee. “I want to be with you because I love you,” I repeated as I ran my thumb along the inside of his patella.

  “Wh...” he started before his voice gave out. “Why?!”

  “Because you're perfect for me,” I said. “You make me more of myself. You make me laugh, and not just because –”

  “Just because I'm funny?” he winced.

  “Not just because you're funny – because you bring out the funny side of me, too. The part of me that enjoys life. And you're inspiring as hell. You made a name for yourself. You found ways to cope when life hasn't been easy. I wish you could see yourself the way I see you...”

  “Oh my god, shut up,” he laughed as tears started to well up in his eyes. “I'm going to kick you if you make me cry.”

  I chuckled and moved closer to rest my chin on his knee as I looked up at him.

  “I don't want anyone else,” I said seriously. He took a deep breath and nodded in understanding.

  “I'm sorry for being a drunken idiot,” he whispered as a tear trickled down his cheek.

  “We all have our moments,” I smiled and reached up to wipe his tear with my thumb. He took my hand and kissed my fingers with soft, gentle pecks. He leaned forward and cupped my face in his hands, looking at me with a serious, stern look.

  “I love you too,” he whispered.

  My wolf practically burst out of my chest, and I slammed my lips against his. I kissed him with all of the passion that pulsed through my body, and pulled him onto the floor on top of me.

  We fell into a pile of limbs and lips, kisses and hands, fingers grabbing at arms and legs entwining each other. Laughing, Tripp maneuvered his legs around so he was straddling me. He sat on my hips and bent down to kiss me. His hair fell down around his face and silky tendrils of it brushed against my cheeks. I reached up and pushed my fingers through it, grabbed handfuls of it, and yanked him gently into a harder kiss. He moaned into my mouth and started wriggling his ass against my hips, sending an immediate thrill up my spine. I groaned and tilted my pelvis up as my tongue slid into his mouth. I wanted to be all inside him, in every way I could be. A soft whimper from his throat told me he wanted it too.

  His hands were all over my chest, unbuttoning my shirt. His fingertips tickled my skin and sent goosebumps all over me as they slid over my chest and grazed my nipples.

  “I want you,” I breathed, and hurriedly helped him to get the rest of my buttons undone and the shirt off my back. He leaned back and pulled off his own shirt. I looked up at him and felt completely dumbfounded. He was so beautiful that I forgot to breathe. I ran my hands over his smooth chest and down his toned, slender waist while my eyes took in his angelic face. His tongu
e darted out of his mouth to wet his lips and I felt hypnotized.

  “Well, don't just lie there,” he smirked, breaking me out of my trance. “Make love to me.”

  I flipped him in one easy move, and he landed on my living room floor with a heavy thud.

  “Yes!” he growled, and smiled up at me with excitement. I smiled back and playfully nipped at his neck. My heart was racing and I was almost shaking with excitement. We kissed as we wriggled out of our pants, and lay together with our bodies pressed as tightly against each other as we could. I pushed down against him and felt our cocks growing harder with the skin-to-skin contact. My tongue slid into his mouth and a shudder of arousal moved through me as he bit down on it gently and started to suck on it.

  I moaned and thrust against him, my cock sliding against his hip, and his against mine.

  He let out a whine and let my tongue loose as he wriggled his legs up so that they were up curled up against his chest. His ass tilted upwards, and all of a sudden I could smell his slick. I took a deep, appreciative breath and let my eyes roll back in my head at the thrill of it. My mouth filled with saliva. My dick throbbed and I growled, desperate to feel his wetness. His smell was intoxicating, but I knew the feeling of it was even better.

  I moved so that I was kneeling between his legs and looked down at him. His gaze was already full of bliss, his eyes glazed over and his lips parted, panting just slightly. I moaned and reached out to run my fingers over his face.

  “Beautiful,” I whispered as my thumb traced a cheekbone.

  Tripp reached up and took my hand in his, and guided my thumb to his lips. I gasped as he took it into his mouth and sucked on it softly. With his eyes on mine, and my thumb in his mouth, I angled my cock down so that it pressed gently against his hole. He let out a soft whimper and sucked a little harder. I felt his hole twitch and a flow of warm fluid spilled over the head of my cock. I moaned and did my best not to close my eyes from the pleasure of it. I kept my eyes on his, and as his tongue flicked over the tip of my thumb, I pushed into him. He bit down and I gasped. His eyes widened, and a thrill of pleasure shocked through my whole cock, making it even harder.

  “Oh, fuck,” I breathed, and he moaned loudly around my thumb. His eyelids fluttered, but he kept his gaze fixed on mine.

  “I love you,” I whispered. I pulled out, and pushed deeper this time.

  He whimpered again, and sucked hard.

  “I love you,” I said again, and thrust into him again.

  “I love you, Tripp,” I repeated, thrusting into him again and again, until I was all the way inside and all I could do was groan. “I – love,” I managed, until I was completely taken over by the instinct to rut him. I braced myself with one hand against his thigh, and thrust into him hard, with the slow, steady rhythm my cock wanted.

  He moaned hard and his eyes were almost closing. His mouth was slack now, barely sucking at all, and I watched as his lips began to part. I pulled my thumb out and smeared his saliva over his pink, flushed pout. He moaned and threatened to pull my thumb back into his mouth, but I yanked it away and replaced it with my lips.

  He moaned and wrapped his arms around my neck, keeping me down to kiss me harder and deeper. I groaned into his mouth and began fucking him faster. He felt so fucking good. My cock throbbed with every thrust, and I felt a thrill as the head of my dick began to tingle.

  We pulled apart from our kiss to try and catch our breath, but I couldn't stop fucking him. We panted, gasping for air, and I looked down at him, unable to believe that I was slamming my cock into such a perfect, beautiful man.

  “I love you,” he mouthed, and suddenly, the rush started. My balls tightened and I watched as Tripp's eyes widened. His mouth formed a perfect “O” of shock, and then his lips spread into an excited smile. His eyes twinkled and he began rocking his hips back and forth to meet my thrusts, groaning against the sensation as the base of my cock began to swell.

  It was a slow and steady growth now – not like the sudden explosion of our first time. I knew what to do as I felt the cold rush pulsing around the base of my dick. I gasped for air to try and keep my mind clear, so that I could fuck him shallow and soft while the knot grew against his prostate. But Tripp had a twinkle of cunning in his eyes, and he suddenly reached around to grab my ass. He bucked his hips up, and pulled me forward in one move, pushing my cock and the knot all the way into him, up to the hilt.

  “Oh, fuck!” I gasped, my arms shaking and going weak under me.

  “Fuck, yes!” he groaned, leaning his head back, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he gasped for more air. The sensation of being all the way inside him was almost too much for me. I was right on the edge. My cock throbbed. My balls ached. The head of my cock tingled, and the knot was still swelling and threatening to burst out into its full size at any moment. I pursed my lips and breathed through them, trying my best to keep myself from diving into orgasm as Tripp wriggled and squirmed on the whole length of my cock.

  With dreamy eyes, he looked up at me. My heart felt like it was as throbbing with the same tingling pleasure I felt in my cock. I loved him so much. In that moment, I knew I wanted to be with him for the rest of my life.

  “Claim me,” he said, as though reading my mind. My heart surged and my mouth filled with saliva. My wolf went wild in my chest and surged forward again and again.

  “Wh-what? Are you sure –” I breathed. My knot throbbed. My wolf slammed against my chest and I could barely resist the desire to surge forward.

  “Claim me, Deck,” he moaned, and his eyes rolled back in his head as he exposed his throat.

  My eyes grazed over the place between his neck and his shoulder, and the softness of his skin there pushed me over the edge.

  I rutted into him. My cock throbbed. I gasped and pulled out as far as I could before the knot plugged me in place, and I slammed all the way back in.

  “Fuck, yes!” Tripp cried. His back arched. A thrill of passion shook through me and I bared my teeth. A metallic taste filled my mouth, like I was already tasting him before I bit. My skin felt like it was on fire. My cock pulsed and the knot spread to a size I'd never experienced before. We could barely move, it was so big, but Tripp was still squirming and twitching around it. As my orgasm began to flow through me, my wolf gnashed and snarled, and surged forward again. This time, I went with it. My teeth sank into his neck, and I bit down with all of the protectiveness, possessiveness, and desire in my body.

  Everything went red.

  I saw red, and I felt it. I tasted it filling my mouth, and I felt it moving through me as I swallowed it down. Every shallow breath I took through my nose felt hotter and hotter, and all of a sudden it was completely unbearable. My lungs were burning. I yanked my head back and took in a deep, desperate breath through my mouth, and collapsed on top of Tripp.

  Then everything went black.

  It wasn't sleep, and it wasn't unconsciousness. It wasn't nothing – in fact, it felt more like everything. I felt Tripp with me. I felt him joining me there, and growing closer and closer to me. I was still aware of my body, but I felt like I was melting into him. I felt like we were becoming one, like the edges of where I stopped and he began were blurred beyond recognition. I still felt like myself, but I knew that he would always be with me.

  I came back into the room when I felt my wolf nudge me. I took in a deep breath and slowly opened my eyes. The first thing I saw was the empty cup that sat by the couch, and it took me a moment to remember that it was from the coffee I'd made to sober up Tripp. Bringing him back here felt like a distant memory. I wondered how long I'd been out for. Maybe the sun would be up soon.

  I wet my lips and tasted metal. I started to shift to sit up and I heard Tripp hiss underneath me.

  “Don't even try,” he whispered, and I felt his arms wrap around my back, holding me in a soft, sleepy embrace.

  Suddenly, I felt his hole twitch around the knot, and realized that the swelling was still gigantic and rock hard. It was bigger tha
n ever.

  “Oh my god,” I whispered. “Does it hurt?”

  “Not if you stay still,” he replied, and I heard a grin in his voice.

  “I thought it had been hours since...” I trailed off.

  “Me too, but here we are,” he said, and I felt his lips press a soft kiss against my neck. “I think it just felt like we were there forever.”

  “You felt it too?” I asked, doing my best to stay perfectly still.

  “Mhm. I guess this fated mate bullshit is the real deal, huh?” he chuckled, and then hissed as his hole clenched down on me. I chuckled for a moment and then forced myself to stop when I felt it making the knot jump.

  “Do you want to...” he trailed off. I felt a little peck on my neck, and then suddenly a nibble. A thrill surged through me and I felt my knot buck inside him. Tripp let out a moan and licked at my neck as he started to squirm his hips back and forth.

  “You want to go again?” I asked, a little shocked.

  “That was the best orgasm of my life, Decker. Of course I want to go again.”

  18

  Tripp

  After Decker claimed me, my wolf was growling more insistently than ever. Even after three rounds of sex, I was still surging with energy. Now that we were bonded, something deep inside me needed to run with Deck's wolf. It was the only way for us to process the explosive energy of the past few days.

  “I can't believe we haven't shifted together yet,” I announced to him suddenly.

  “Same,” he agreed. “Are you gonna be okay, though? Your shoulder is still bleeding.”

  “Yeah, but it hurts so good,” I cooed at him as I got up. “C'mon, let's go!”

  We threw on some jeans, headed out the door, bounded down the stairs like excited puppies, and jogged across the grass. We dropped our clothes at the fence behind his apartment building and shifted right there. Decker's wolf was gorgeous. I wasn't surprised that I was just as fond of his wolf as his human form, but I was surprised at how dark his coat was now that he was an adult. The last time I’d seen it, we’d been teenagers and his fur had been kind of scraggly and mottled brown. Now it was mostly black, with a few strands of sandy-colored fur around his shoulders and on his forelegs, and a patch of silvery-white hairs on his chest. The fur around his neck was thick and coarse, and his face was wide, with a huge snout and cavernous mouth. I would have been afraid to meet a wolf like him if I didn't know what a sweet person he was. That imaginary fear just added to the thrill of our run, much like his huge size and confidence as a human intimidated me in a maddening way when we were kids.