by Lynn Lorenz
Ashland nodded and left the cage as Stoltz strolled over. “Tor, you too. Take a break.”
Tor nodded and left.
Sky and Stoltz stood alone in the cage. Sky’s heart was in his throat, and he feared what Stoltz would say. That he wasn’t mate material, that Stoltz would tell Marrack to sell him and get another boy to be Tor’s mate. His body tightened, waiting for the words.
“You did great, Sky.”
Sky blinked up at Stoltz. He was nearly as large as Ashland but not as built. “Really?”
“Sure. You’re young and have a lot to learn, that’s all.”
“Jin would do better.” Sky looked down at his bare feet.
“Yeah, he did. He was one of the best. And Tor loved him, and he loved Tor.” Stoltz looked up at the ceiling, as if gathering his thoughts. “Tor cares for you, Sky. Not just as a pretty young slave boy, but as his mate. I know this is hard now, but each day you’re in the cage, it’ll get easier.”
“I’m not sure. I’m not sure I was meant to do this.” Sky shook his head.
“You are. I’m a good judge of flesh, and when I told Marrack to buy you for Tor, I was right. You’ll do fine. And you have. You’ve brought him back to the cage.”
“I want to be good, for Tor. I want to be…” He stumbled.
“Better than Jin?” Stoltz smirked.
“Yeah.” Sky studied his hands folded over his genitals.
“You will be. Before the end of the month, if you work hard, you and Tor will be unstoppable.” Stoltz leaned in and whispered, “You’re already driving everyone crazy with lust.”
“I am?” Sky’s gaze shot up to meet Stoltz’s.
The trainer just laughed, slapped Sky on the shoulder, and walked off.
Sky followed and joined the others.
“So, who won?” Ashland asked Stoltz.
“It was a draw,” Tor declared.
Stoltz looked around the center. “Well, we only went three rounds, and Tor took two of them.”
“That’s not right. You stopped the fight,” Ashland bellowed.
“Forget it, Ash. Sky isn’t going to suck your dick.” Tor grinned at his friend and sparring partner.
Ashland moved forward, and so did Tor. Sky jumped in between them, a palm on each were’s chest. “Wait! Hold it!”
Both men stared down at him.
“Sky?” Tor rumbled his name, and Sky’s belly trembled.
“Look. I can do you both.” Sky looked up at them with what he hoped was wickedness in his eyes.
Ashland groaned, and Tor snorted. “Both?”
Sky ran his hands down their chests and took each man’s cock in his hands. With a quick stroke, he had both groaning.
“Both.” Sky nodded.
Chapter Fifteen
“What the hell is going on here?” Marrack’s voice cracked in the air, and Sky jumped back as if he’d been hit.
“Just a friendly little wager,” Ashland drawled with a sly grin.
“No bets. I’m putting an end to that shit. Sky, you’re here to work with Tor in the cage, not give everyone a blowjob. Understand?” The man’s face was red, and his knuckles were white as they clenched and unclenched.
Sky nodded. “Yes, master.” He backed up and slipped into his obedient slave pose, hands clasped behind his back, feet apart and head down.
Ashland groaned and rolled his eyes. “Too bad. I was looking forward to whipping your ass in the cage every day.” He swatted Tor on the belly, but the big were didn’t laugh.
“And you, Stoltz! You’re encouraging this?” Marrack turned on the trainer, stepping into his body space.
“No more than you did. You knew about the wager, and you know any time a were can get sex, they’ll do it.” Refusing to back down, he just shrugged but didn’t look all that upset over it. “Did you get the schedule straightened out?”
“Yeah, the schedule is fine,” he mumbled.
“Good. Who’s it with?” Stoltz asked.
Tor turned his head, and Sky could tell he was listening. So was Sky.
“Don’t worry about it. It’s handled.” Marrack glanced over to Tor, then back to Stoltz. “Make sure he’s in shape for the fight and make sure Sky can guide him. I don’t want any screwups. I can’t afford to lose this time.” With that, he stormed away.
“You heard the man, Tor. Ash, back in the cage. You too, Sky. Let’s do this again, and this time, Sky, I want you to tell Tor when to change. You make the decision while they’re sparring.”
“Yes, sir.” Sky nodded, swallowing down the lump of fear stuck in his throat. He’d be in charge in the cage this time, and it scared him.
What if he failed? What if he couldn’t get the timing right?
“Come on, boy. You’ll do fine.” Tor slapped Sky’s ass, and Sky jumped into motion, heading with his mate to the cage. Ashland was already inside, going to his end as Sky and Tor took their places.
This time, Sky watched as the bell rang and the men moved into the center of the cage. They grappled, kicked, and punched at each other. When Tor seemed to lose his advantage, Sky ordered him to change, “Now!”
Ashland changed but seconds too late. Tor’s wolf had him on the floor and pinned by his throat.
Both Sky and Stoltz told the weres to change back, and they did.
“That was brilliantly done, Sky!” Stoltz beamed at Sky.
“Really? I did good?” Sky asked Tor.
“You did good.” He ruffled Sky’s hair and gave him another slap on his rump.
“Now, let’s try it again.” Stoltz waved them back to their spots, and the bell rang again.
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Sky’s nose twitched at the beguiling smells coming from the kitchen. Tor worked, his back to the bed, almost in a dance, as he prepared their meal. Sky relaxed into the covers, his body satisfied from Tor’s loving, and now his belly was about to be satisfied from Tor’s cooking.
Who knew a werewolf could cook?
Tor certainly surprised him. His werewolf mate was not what Sky had pictured when he’d been bought almost a month ago. He’d expected someone large, brutal, rough, and growly.
He’d only been right on the large and growly. Sky smiled. He loved it when Tor growled at him. And he loved Tor’s size. The sheer largeness of the man made his belly flutter and his cock stand straight up, eager for all that power to touch it, and for Tor to command him.
Tor was a mystery to Sky, and one he loved to unravel. Sometimes rough, sometimes achingly tender, Tor had given Sky a life he’d never dreamed of having. A life where someone cared for him. Tor did care for him, he knew that. But caring wasn’t love, and he knew that also.
He inhaled deeply, letting the smell of dinner fill his belly.
Since Marrack had been providing them with real meat—Sky sighed—Tor had been a wonder in the kitchen, making food for Sky that he’d only dreamed of eating. Like tonight’s dinner.
Steak.
Sky’s mouth watered. He wasn’t sure if it was for the steak or his mate.
Steak or mate?
Sky giggled at his rhyme. He was quite silly when it came to Tor. Sillier than any slave boy should be, and more than a fighting werewolf’s mate should be also.
He and Tor had become a team these last weeks in the sparring cages. Sky had learned strategy, when to tell Tor to shift or shift back, and how to play his role as a mate by upping his pheromones to drive the other were crazy. He knew just how much he had to leak precum onto the floor of the cage to make Ashland go so insane with lust and forget all his training.
And not only Ashland, but others also. Marrack had insisted they train with other partners so they wouldn’t become overly familiar with Ashland and not be able to handle or adapt to other fighters.
Marrack was smart, no doubt about it.
Sky frowned. They’d made their deal, and in another week, Tor would be in the cage again, fighting and winning Marrack money. Once he’d won the championship, Sky would be free.
Sky looked at Tor, and tears swelled in his eyes. How could he leave Tor? Just the thought of being without Tor made him want to burst into tears and sob like a child. No Tor beside him in bed, keeping him warm at night, no Tor cuffing him on the head when he’d done something good, no Tor growling and licking him as they fucked.
Sky wasn’t sure when it had happened, but each time his mate had taken him, the act had gradually turned from fucking to making love. Sky suspected it was just fucking for Tor. They never talked about it anymore, but Sky knew Jin still held Tor’s heart. Sky suspected that secretly, although Tor had never said it out loud, he wished it was Jin in the cage with him, not Sky.
Jin’s ghost hung over Sky, taunting him with his perfection. How could he fight a ghost?
Sky glanced at Tor. The man was beautiful. Utterly beautiful. And a foolish slave boy like Sky didn’t deserve such beauty.
Even if everyone told Sky he was beautiful, he didn’t believe it. Not until Tor had looked at him one night while they were fucking. He’d held Sky’s face in his large hands and looked deep into his eyes, and whispered, “You’re so fucking beautiful, Sky, I want to cry each time I hold you. I can’t believe you’re mine.”
Sky had been so shocked, and with the next breath he took, he’d burst into tears. Tor had laughed, cuffed him, and fucked him until they both came and collapsed.
It had been wonderful.
“Dinner’s ready,” Tor called.
Sky sighed and slipped from under the covers, leaving the scent of their lovemaking behind him in the bed. He padded to the table and sat. He’d already laid out the plates and silverware and napkins before Tor started cooking. He’d do the washing of the dishes afterward also.
Tor came in, holding a platter with two large steaks, a bowl of potatoes, a small bowl of gravy, and a small bowl of greens. It looked delicious and perfect.
“This is wonderful!” Sky clapped his hands together like a child. “The smell has been driving me crazy, Tor.”
“Good. You’ll appreciate it more.” Tor grunted and sat across from Sky. He skewered a large steak on his fork and put it ontp his plate, then did the same for Sky. “Help yourself to the potatoes and greens. I fixed them like you like, with some onions.”
“Thanks!” Sky cut a piece of the steak and popped it into his mouth. “That’s so good.” Then he scooped up some potatoes and greens, filled his plate, and covered it all with gravy until his plate swam.
The food was there to help Tor bulk up, get to his class’s weight limit, but Sky had been bulking up also. He looked down at his belly and dropped his fork on his plate, then pushed it away.
“I’m not getting fat, am I?” Sky didn’t mask the horror in his voice.
Tor looked up, frowned, then burst into laughter. “Fat?”
Tears filled Sky’s eyes. “This food is for you, not me. I’m getting fat. No one will want me in the cage. You won’t want me.” He stood, hands fluttering, silver jingling with every movement.
“Sky.” Tor’s voice commanded him, and Sky froze. “Come here, boy.”
Sky went to Tor’s side, head down, feet apart, and hands behind his back.
Tor ran his finger down Sky’s face, over his nose, under his chin, down his throat, between his nipples, trailing farther down, dipping into his navel. With each inch of skin he covered, Sky stiffened, until at last, Tor touched the head of Sky’s cock, fully exposed from its sheath.
“When I look at you, I can see how your body has changed. Grown stronger. More muscle definition.” He turned Sky around so he faced away from Tor. “Your body has changed, Sky. But not into fat. You’re even more beautiful than before.” He slapped Sky’s ass. “A mate fit for a werewolf.”
Sky’s cheek burned from Tor’s hit, but somehow, it never really hurt. If anything, it excited Sky, and he never would understand that, not if he lived to be very old. He looked down at his cock, straining proud and upright against his belly.
Tor turned him back and lifted Sky’s chin with his finger. “Beautiful. Come here.” Tor pulled Sky onto his lap, then dragged Sky’s plate over next to his. He speared a chunk of steak and brought the fork to Sky’s lips. “Eat.”
Sky swallowed, opened his mouth like a baby, and Tor placed the meat on his tongue. “Good. I love to watch you eat, Sky.” He picked up a forkful of potatoes and fed that to Sky also.
Sky took it, chewed, and wiggled on Tor’s lap. Evidence of Tor’s arousal speared Sky’s ass. Tor groaned but continued to feed Sky. He knew how this would end. At least he hoped it would end with Tor fucking him.
Once their meal was over, Tor slapped him on the ass and pushed him off his lap.
“Now, I think we should take this to the soaking tub.” Tor winked.
“Really? The tub?” Tor had been the only one to use it, soaking in it after a few of his more physical sparring sessions, and Sky had only sat on the floor and waited for Tor’s water to chill and him to get out.
If they wanted to get clean, they used the narrow shower off to the side.
Sky didn’t think twice; he raced to the bathroom.
Chapter Sixteen
Sky drew the bath, knowing the exact temperature Tor liked his water—hot but not scalding. He got the towels ready, placing them on the counter within reach, then added the aromatic salts, letting the force of the flow churn them throughout the tub.
Tor sat on the edge, tested it with his hand, and grunted. “Perfect.”
Sky grinned and waited until Tor had eased his large body in. The water level rose, and Sky worried he’d overfilled it, especially if he joined the were.
Tor shut off the water. “Get in, boy. My back needs washing.”
Sky put one foot in behind Tor, the hot water burning at first, but he held still, keeping his foot touching the bottom as he got used to the heat. Then he added his other foot, and slowly sank under.
“Heaven,” he sighed. He leaned back against the tub and picked up the soap bar, scrubbed it into the washcloth, and proceeded to wash his werewolf. Tor grunted, then sighed as his head dipped forward. Sky worked the cloth up and across his tight shoulders, massaging and washing at the same time.
“Heaven,” Tor mumbled.
Sky grinned. He lifted Tor’s arm, washed it and the hairy pit, then rinsed. He did the same to the other arm. He’d have to move to the front to wash Tor’s chest and legs. Sky rose, water dripping from his body in a sheet. He put one hand on Tor’s shoulder to steady himself, and Tor reached up and covered it with his hand as if to stop him.
“I’m moving to the front.”
“Okay.” Tor moved backward as Sky stepped in front, careful not to get tangled in Tor’s legs. Once Tor leaned against the tub, more room opened, and Sky sat on his knees facing the were.
Sky prepared the cloth again, washed Tor’s chest, lingering over his nipples, scrubbing them into hard peaks. He rinsed them off, then, unable to resist any longer, bent forward and took one nub into his mouth.
Tor groaned, his legs falling open in invitation, head back and eyes shut.
Sky licked his way to the other nipple and sucked on it, giving Tor just a hint of his teeth. Tor shuddered, buried his fingers in Sky’s hair, and held on.
Between Tor’s legs, his cock stood at full attention, and Sky set his goal on that huge piece of flesh. His mouth watered for a taste and to hear the sounds Tor made when Sky pleasured him. Those noises alone could drive Sky to orgasm.
The rumble from Tor’s chest brought a smile to Sky’s lips. He pulled off and inched his way lower, the bath and Tor’s legs left unfinished. Sky hoped to finish something else for Tor.
Tor’s cock reared up, the flared head just out of the water. Sky licked it, working his tongue into the slit as Tor writhed. Sky licked all around it as he tugged and fondled Tor’s heavy balls under the water.
He couldn’t smell that familiar scent of Tor’s arousal, but the proof bobbed in the water. Sky didn’t mind so much, but he did miss it. His ow
n cock strained now, nudging his belly, and Sky got an idea.
Sky grabbed the soap and worked up a lather, and then he coated as much as he could over Tor’s cock. Taking Tor by the shoulders, he rose out of the water, holding the base of that huge shaft, and lowered himself onto it.
Tor sat up with a gasp, his eyes wide. He took hold of Sky’s waist to support and guide him. “Yes, boy. That’s it. Let me fuck you.”
Sky groaned as he eased down, slipping along the soapy prick, slipping and settling into place. At last, he sat on Tor’s lap, his body swallowing Tor’s cock and holding it tight in its grip.
“Fuck, you’re always so tight. So hot.” Tor thrust up, spearing Sky, and water splashed over the side of the tub.
Sky reached out and held on to the sides of the tub to keep his balance as Tor fucked him. Each surge brought a tidal wave of soapy water, rolling up and over the edge, raining in a sheet down to the tiled floor.
Tor grasped Sky’s cock and stroked it, and Sky nearly came. The big were’s other hand still held his hip as he pumped up over and over, his cock raking Sky’s pleasure spot deep inside his channel.
The stroking sped up as Tor demanded more of Sky. “Come for me. I want to feel you come on my cock. Get unbearably tight around me. I want to hear that sweet little whimper you make just before you explode, boy.”
Sky couldn’t disobey Tor. Marrack might own Sky, but Tor owned him. Completely.
Sky stopped fighting, letting the emotions and the pleasure flood him. His balls pulled up, full of juice, and that electric shock blew through his body, from balls to cock and out into the world. Sky whimpered.
“Tor!” He shouted and shot hot ropes of cum over Tor’s chest, one even landing on Tor’s chin. Inside, his tunnel spasmed, clenching with each of the spurts.
“Fuck, boy!” Tor groaned and unloaded into Sky, painting his insides, marking him once again as belonging to Tor.