by Sean Michael
“Food’s here. Red meat.” Cooked nice and rare.
“Oh, good.” Cody came up, sniffing his shoulder, the bag.
“Wanna eat in bed?” He was going to have to pick up some meat to keep in the fridge for when Cody wanted to eat as a wolf.
“That sounds fun, yeah.” Cody’s hand slipped over his hip.
“Take my jeans off me then, and we’ll do that.” He loved that touch.
“I can do that.” Those fingers were clever, baring his cock.
Barker groaned as one of Cody’s fingers brushed against him. Fuck, you’d think he’d never had sex before, the way Cody could get him up just by breathing.
“You smell good.” Cody smoothed his jeans down and off, leaving him holding the steak.
“I think that’s the steak,” he teased, climbing onto the bed.
“No. That’s you.” One hand trailed along his cock.
Groaning, he pushed into Cody’s hand. “There’s food…”
“Mmm hmm. Feed me?” That hand moved up and down and up and down.
“Not while you’re doing that.” He could barely think, let alone operate a knife and fork.
Cody nibbled his shoulder. “Please, mate.”
“You could eat me.” He grinned, already knowing he’d give in to what his mate asked for.
“After steak. So hungry.”
He imagined his sweet mate’s stomach was rumbling hard. He pulled Cody close as he opened one of the containers. Cody was bare, cock mostly full, rubbing against him. He grabbed the little plastic knife and fork from the containers and cut off a big chunk of meat, offering it to Cody as he tried to ignore the way his mate’s body was pressing all up against him. Cody moaned for him, eyes crossing as the blood from the steak dripped on the outstretched tongue.
“Beast,” he teased, his own tongue licking at his lips as he salivated. God, he wanted some of that.
“Yes.” Cody’s smile was wild, fierce.
Laughing, he took a kiss. Cody licked and lapped at his lips, moaning for him.
“Fuck, baby. You make eating a whole new adventure.”
“Everything’s new now.” He could hear the truth in Cody’s words.
“Yeah.” He gave Cody another quick kiss and then fed him another generous mouthful of steak.
Cody’s sound was an orgasm.
“Eating’s never going to be the same again.”
Cody picked up another bite, slid the juicy steak over his lips. Growling, he leaned in and licked at Cody’s lips, bit at them. The steak was pushed between his lips, the meat succulent and perfect. He chewed, groaning at the delicious flavor—of both meat and mate.
They fed each other, growling and licking, enjoying each other like they’d never been able to before. Never.
The steaks were soon gone, the rest of the food ignored in favor of each other. Cody was in his lap, fingers combing through his hair, one kiss sliding into another and another. He brought their groins together, moaning at the heat they made together.
“Hungry mate.” Cody’s laugh tasted so good.
“Just matching you.”
“Just munching with me.”
“No, that was before. Now I’m munching on you.”
There was that laugh again, and Barker wanted to growl for all the years he hadn’t known it. They had gotten so screwed, but it was their time now. He winked and slid his hand around to squeeze Cody’s ass. Cody wiggled, belly sliding on his.
“Mmm. Want you.” Again. Still.
“I’m yours.” Oh, fuck, that was hot.
“All mine.” Barker pulled Cody closer against him.
“Are you going to keep me, now?” Cody’s eyes were so blue.
“I am. Forever.”
“Thank God.”
Growling, Barker took his mate’s mouth, laying his claim all over again, without words this time. Cody met his hunger head on, tongue fucking his lips. He reached for Cody’s hole, teasing it with his index finger, pushing just the tip in. The soft hum he got vibrated his lips. He moaned in reply, finger going deeper. His mate was soft, silky inside, body made for him to fill.
“Mate.” He moaned, mouth sliding on Cody’s, breathing in his mate’s breath.
“Yes.” Cody’s eyes began to glow, just around the edges.
Barker shook his head. “No changing, I want you like this.” He needed Cody like this.
“I know. I’m trying. Breathing.”
Barker offered the fingers of his free hand to Cody. “Suck.”
Those kiss-swollen lips parted, dropped over his fingers, and the sweet suction started. Every pull was like a tug on his cock, making it throb where it pressed against Cody’s body. Cody moaned around his fingers, tongue lashing his fingertips. He pushed the finger inside Cody’s body deeper as Cody drove him crazy with that tongue. Cody bit his fingers, tugging at them, even as that ass squeezed him.
“Fuck, mate.” If he wasn’t careful, Cody would make him come before they got to the main event.
Cody nodded, smiled, eager. Laughing, he tugged his fingers out of Cody—ass and mouth—and then pushed the wet ones into that sweet, hot hole.
Cody grunted, arched, belly going taut. “Yes!”
“Gonna take you, right here, like this.”
Cody’s answer was a single, sharp nod.
He spread his fingers and pushed them deep, working Cody’s ass.
“Fuck. Stretching me.” Cody pushed down, riding his touch.
“Uh-huh. It’s going to be my cock in a minute.” He was going to make Cody fly.
“Harder. Harder, mate.”
He fucked Cody with his fingers, finding the sweet gland over and over. His eyelids got heavy, his cock wanting into that tight sheath.
“Want you.”
“I’m yours.” The simple words made him howl.
He tugged his fingers away, lining his prick up with that hole. Cody’s body bucked, a whimper of complaint escaping Cody.
It made him laugh, the sound free and easy. “I’m coming.”
“Don’t you dare. That cock’s mine.”
He laughed even harder at that. “I didn’t mean…” Fuck it, it didn’t matter. He pushed his cock into Cody’s body. Hot. Fuck, yeah. Hot. Hot and tight and fucking his. Groaning, he took Cody’s ass, pushing as deep as he could. That tight ring of muscle squeezed the shaft of his prick.
“Mate.” Barker groaned, meeting Cody’s eyes.
“Yes. Your mate.”
He let his thrust be his answer, hips pulling back slightly before humping up hard. Blue. His mate’s eyes were blue. Fuck, it was hot. He wrapped his hands around Cody’s hips, moving the man as he worked his hips. Cody was right there with him, driving down, riding him and taking him in deep. Barker slipped one hand down to grab Cody’s ass, squeezing it as they fucked.
Cody’s hands framed his face, stared down into him. “Mate.”
He growled and bit at Cody’s lips. Cody growled back, body tightening around his prick. Yeah, just like that. He put everything he had into it, working hard and taking his mate. Cody’s hands landed on his shoulders, that wiry strength joining his, slamming down onto him. He howled, or did the next best to it with his human throat, his orgasm pouring through him.
“Touch me. Touch me.” Cody’s teeth snapped at the air.
He grabbed hold of Cody’s cock, tugging harshly. “Come on.”
“Fuck, yes!” Cody arched, cum drawing lines across his chest.
It made him shudder, the way Cody’s body bore down on his cock. Cody’s orgasm stretched his pleasure out, left him shaken, wrung out. Wrung dry. Barker collapsed back onto the bed, tugging Cody down with him.
Cody’s mouth nuzzled his jaw, tongue on his skin.
“Mate,” he murmured, arms tightening around his own werewolf.
“Yes. Yes, mate.” Cody chuckled, curling around him.
“This is the life.” He meant it, too. Having his mate with him like this.
“Can it stay th
is way?”
“If I have anything to say about it, it will.” Barker growled. He wasn’t letting Cody go. Not this time, not ever. His mate was home where he belonged.
Cody hummed, cuddling into him, rocking nice and slow. Settling. Like he intended to stay.
Chapter Nine
The laziness lasted for two days then Barker had to go back to work and so did Cody. At least, Cody needed to find something for a few days. His funds were tapped out. He woke early, shook out his work jeans and the T-shirt he used for construction, and made a cup of coffee. There was a day laborer slot about a mile’s walk; he got work there painting, picking up trash, lugging furniture. Whatever there was that paid cash and didn’t require too much identification.
The first night, when he got home, Barker pounced on him, growling. “You weren’t here when I got back.”
He snarled softly. He was sore, he was filthy, and he was freezing. “I was working.”
“You could have left me a note—I thought you’d left.”
“I left my duffel.” He headed for the bathroom. He needed a shower.
“I didn’t notice. Fuck. I thought you’d gone again.” Barker followed him, voice rough.
“I need to work. I’m broke.” Jackass.
“You should have left a note is all I’m saying. Or phoned me. Or something.” Barker growled at him. “Besides, I’m not charging you rent.”
“Don’t growl at me!” He spun around, their chests slapping together. “I’m tired!”
“I thought you’d run away again!” Barker didn’t stop growling, pushing him back toward the bathroom.
He bared his teeth, vibrating. “Fucker.”
Barker pushed him up against the wall. “Asshole.”
He bounced a little, hands grabbing Barker’s arms. “Don’t push me.”
“You started it.” Barker growled and leaned him back, pressing him against the wall again.
“Fuck you. I want a shower, dickhead.” God, Barker was warm.
“Fuck you, too!” Barker’s mouth descended on his, the kiss hard, needy.
Cody met the need head on, refusing to back down from Barker’s hunger. His mate tongue-fucked his mouth, making his cock hard. He tangled the fingers of one hand in Barker’s hair, pulling hard enough that he knew it had to sting. Growling, Barker bit at his lips. Fuck. Asshole. Hot, hungry asshole. The man ground against him, cock hot even through the layers of their clothes.
“Not fucking. Taking a shower.”
“Do both.” Barker tore open his shirt.
“Hey! I only have three!”
“I count two.” Barker bent and bit one nipple then the other.
“I. Two…” Fuck. Fuck, that was good. “Biter.”
That made Barker laugh. “I’m a wolf, babe. Of course I’m a biter.”
Cody chuffed softly. “Do it again?”
“You bet.” Barker went back to work, teeth hard and sharp as they dug into Cody’s flesh.
He forgot about the cold, the tired, just for a second, the sting and ache perfect and exactly what he needed. One of Barker’s hands started playing at his waistband, working open his jeans. He sucked in his belly. Just in the last week, he’d gained weight, gained muscle. Strength.
Barker had his jeans undone and halfway down his thighs just like that, fingers pushing into his underwear to grab at his dick. Those thick fingers were warm against his skin, his prick swelling at the coarse touch. Grabby bastard.
Toothy, too, Barker was still nipping at his skin, more than just his nipples feeling the sharp edge of those teeth. There were going to be marks, tiny little bruises that covered his chest. Barker didn’t seem the least concerned about that, leaving as many as he wanted as that hand tugged and worked Cody like it was the best thing Barker had ever held.
Cody let his head fall back, let himself go with it, let the sensations take him. The hand around his prick tightened, worked him harder. His balls drew up and he got closer, his yelps filling the air.
“Give it to me, Cody. I want to smell your pleasure.”
“Shit! Shit, Barker!” His head slammed back, his orgasm raging through him.
“Oh, fuck, look at you.”
Cody was terribly busy shooting his brains out of his cock. Looking was not in his game plan.
Barker hummed, the sound happy, and bent almost double, licking at Cody’s cock. He blinked down, trying to focus, trying to get less stupid. Barker looked up and grinned wolfishly at him.
Cody swayed, trying to keep his feet. “Can we shower now?”
“Yep.” Barker stood and put an arm around his shoulders, manhandling him into the bathroom.
That hard cock nudged his hip, reminding him that Barker still needed. Like he’d forget that. They got as far as into the shower before Barker pushed him up against his back to the tile, rubbing against him.
“Horny bastard. I won’t leave you again, not without telling you,” Cody promised.
“Just a fucking note or something.” Barker was biting at his chin, mouth hot, teeth sharp.
“Do they have fucking notes?”
“Huh? Who?” Barker kept biting, humping up against him.
“Doesn’t matter.” He dropped to his knees, mouth wrapping around that fine, fat prick.
“Fuck! Cody!” Barker’s legs spread a little, hips encouraging him to take more.
Yeah. Yeah, mate. The wild male flavor filled his lips, drops sliding down his throat. Barker’s fingers curled into his hair, holding his head, guiding his movements. He took everything Barker offered, letting him in deep. Moaning for him, Barker started rocking, pushing that fat cock deep and then bringing it to the tip of his tongue again. Every time the tip came toward his lips, he sucked hard, refusing to let Barker go.
“Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Mate.” Barker started babbling; none of it really made sense, but that tone in his voice said it all.
Cody worked Barker like the man was a Popsicle, lips dragging all the way along the shaft.
“Fuck!” The word was screamed, Barker shooting down his throat, hips jerking hard.
Cody took it all, loving the salt of his mate.
Groaning, Barker collapsed back against the tiles. The man chuckled. “We didn’t even get the water on.”
“Yet. We will.” He kissed Barker’s belly.
“We better, you’re a mess.”
“Some of us had to work all day.”
“You think I wasn’t working?” Barker turned the water on.
“You work at night.” He knew. He’d been watching for years. “And you tell that little pup that tends bar that if he ever touches you again, he’ll die.”
“Nobody touches me, nobody touches you. But each other.” The words made Barker growl.
Cody growled back. “That’s right. You’re mine.”
“Yeah. Yeah. And you’re mine.” Barker’s hands were hard and possessive as they touched him.
He arched into the touches, the water making them slick.
“Still wanting?”
He met Barker’s eyes, panting a bit. “Claim me.”
Barker’s eyes went wide and his nostrils flared. Growling, Barker turned him to face the tile and pushed apart his legs. Cody’s nerves fired and his entire body shuddered. The hair on his nape stood up.
“Mine,” growled Barker, prick pushing at his hole.
“Prove it.” He would push and push until Barker lost it.
A deep, low rumble came from Barker, and that hot cock pushed right into him. He opened his mouth to tease more when sharp teeth grabbed the back of his neck, holding him there, the sting shorting him out. That rumble continued, vibrating the skin of his neck as Barker held still, cock buried deep inside him.
“M…mate.” Cody shook, focused on the ache.
“That’s right,” rumbled Barker. “Don’t forget it or discount it.”
“Fuck you.” He squeezed Barker’s prick. Hard.
“No, mate. I’m fucking you.”
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�I’m riding you.” Fuck, this was fun.
Barker pulled out and slammed back in. “Feels like I’m fucking you to me.”
“You sure?”
“Of course I’m sure!” The words were accompanied by another hard thrust.
He wanted to scream with it, the pressure was so good, so perfect. He bit at his lips, trying to keep control as Barker set up a hard, eager rhythm, cock slamming into him, spreading him wide.
“Mate,” he barked, the sound echoing. “Mate!”
“That’s right. You’re mine.”
“Yes. And you’re mine.”
“Uh-huh.” Barker bit and gnawed at his neck, hips moving hard and fast.
“Going to leave a scar.” Somehow, he didn’t think Barker minded that thought. The rumbling, purring sound that followed confirmed it. As did the way Barker bit harder. Cody yipped, hips bucking as he rode. The ache made him harder, made him need more.
Barker’s fingers dug into his hips, bruising him. He snarled, snapped, the wolf so close, making this so perfect. Barker pushed into him and howled, and Cody felt how close his mate was to coming. One hand barely brushed the tip of his cock and he shot, screaming out his pleasure.
“Yes! Yes!” Barker pumped into him, filling him with heat.
He sobbed out his joy. His mate. His own. Barker’s howl answered him, his mate surrounding him with sound and sensation.
The wolf rumbled inside Cody, deep within, fighting to come out. Growling lightly, Barker pulled out, teeth back on his neck. He growled back, panting harder, fingers curled into claws. Barker leaned against him and turned off the water, the bathroom suddenly quiet.
“Mate.” His voice didn’t sound like him.
“Yes.” Barker turned him, mouth finding his.
Cody growled softly into the kiss, hands dragging on Barker’s body. He didn’t want to change. Not yet. Not here. The low sounds fed into his mouth by Barker weren’t helping his control at all, but the warm hands running over his skin did. Here. Stay here. Stay here and now.
The kiss went on and on, Barker stealing his breath, his brains. When their lips parted, they were both panting, both swaying. Both better.
“Come on. Food time.” Barker grabbed him and dragged him out of the shower.