"Mmmm." So good. Seamus licked all the way up, base to tip, and sucked Keith in, pulling hard with his lips.
"Love!" That sweet skinny ass started pushing, cock sliding on his tongue, Keith's hands hard as fuck on his shoulders.
Fucking A. He wanted the cub to come for him, wanted that sweet ass relaxed and open for him when he took it. Seamus played Keith's balls, rolling them easily in their soft sac before sliding behind to tease that tight hole.
Low, needy whines filled the air, Keith's knees bending, hips rocking furiously between tongue and finger. Sliding that single finger in was easy, so hot and good and Seamus moaned around Keith's cock, his own prick hard enough to pound nails.
Keith gave a sharp yelp, hips jerking as his cub came, spunk filling his mouth. Wild and needy and hot with male musk, Keith's seed went down easy, so good he almost came himself. But Seamus had other things in mind, and he let Keith sag to the floor. He wanted. Needed. Spreading Keith's legs wide, Seamus bent to lick at Keith's crease.
Keith moaned, hips jerking back into his hands, against his tongue. Before long he was fucking Keith's ass with his tongue like he wanted to do with his cock, getting it good and ready for him. The taste there was dark and rich, his Keith, only doubled or tripled, and he was growling, hips drawing circles in the air.
"Love! Mate! I need!" Keith's nails scraped against the floor.
"Yeah." The wait was over. His self control could only last so long, yeah? Seamus pushed up, covering Keith's body with his, hips pushing Keith even wider. He set himself at the entrance of Keith's body and slammed in, just needing so bad.
Keith growled, body gripping him, pulling him deep, squeezing so tight.
"Cub! Fuck. So tight. God... needed you so bad." He was fucking babbling, but he didn't care. It was just right, just what he needed, and he kept his hips moving, in and out.
"Yeah. More." Keith arched, keening, hand working that pretty cock, hard again, wanting.
"Mmmhmmm." Harder and harder he pushed, leaning down to trap that sweet prick between them, sucking and licking at Keith's neck.
Keith held his head close, chin lifting. "Yours. Yours."
Sinking his teeth in, Seamus held his cub in place as they rutted, soft noises growing sharp and hard. Together they were wild, growling and snarling, his mate's body rippling around him. Nothing that hot could last and Seamus howled, back bowing as he shot into Keith's body, giving his mate everything he had. The cub held him in warm arms, soft rumbles sounding as they rocked, Keith's seed warm and sticky between them.
"Oh. Babe." He nuzzled, licking at Keith's sweat.
"Mmm... yes. Good. Yes." Keith was loose and heated, liquid beneath him.
"We can have our life back, babe. Go hunting soon." That sounded so good. So hot.
That got him a low growling moan. "'s been a while yeah, love?"
"Yeah. Soon." But first they needed a little nap. It was damned hard to sleep with an Elder in the house.
~Chapter Fourteen~
Seamus was itching. Itching led to pacing, which led to growling, and he was fucking vibrating in place by dinnertime, just pissed and hungry and wanting to rip something to shreds.
Keith looked over, scenting the air, head tilting. "Love?"
"What?" It came out as a snarl, but when he lifted his head to taste the air himself, he could smell Keith, hot and musky, and it eased him.
He saw Keith's eyes flare, saw the look go from concerned to hungry in a heartbeat. "You want to hunt."
"Yes." Seamus bared his teeth, stomach twisting hard with hunger. "Get dressed. We're going out."
Keith stalked around the table and licked at his lips, tasting, teasing. "Mmm... Yes. I need, love. 'S been too long."
Then that tight little ass headed down the hall, almost slinking.
A low growl escaped him, and he stopped himself from jumping that ass with a major act of will. It would be better to wait.
Clothes. He needed to get dressed.
By the time he headed down the hall, Keith had shut himself away in the bathroom, something hard and driving playing on the little radio they kept in there. He could just imagine those skinny hips swaying to the beat, that round little ass pushing back and forth. Made it hard to get his damned pants on, but he did. Seamus went with leather button flies and a mesh shirt so green it was black.
"Mmm... you look good, love." Keith's voice growled from the door, those dark eyes fastened on him, all lined in black. The cub had poured himself into royal blue vinyl -- skin-tight pants and little muscle shirt clinging to every line in the tight little body.
On Keith's neck there was a matching collar, a little silver lock at the buckle.
"Oh fuck, cub. You... I could eat you up." Seamus took two long strides and dropped to his knees, rubbing his cheek against Keith's hidden cock.
Keith pushed against him, panting, eyes glowing. "You'll make me forget the hunt."
His teeth scraped over the vinyl. "No. We hunt, then we fuck."
"Yes. Yes, love. Hungry." Those eyes flashed, glowing, teeth just hinting. "Need to play."
Nodding, he slithered up Keith's body to take a kiss, teeth pricking Keith's lower lip. "Let's go." He knew his cub would follow as he hit the door.
Keith walked beside him, all sex and hunger and need, fucking dancing as they moved together.
Deja vu struck him, making him think of Keith's first hunt, how he thought then the cub was a natural. He'd been right. His cub was fucking sex on two legs, drawing glances as they passed. Just like that first hunt, he told Keith, "You choose, babe. Take us where the prey is."
He saw Keith's nostrils flare, eyes flicking from one club to another, settling on a crowded nightspot filled with heavily made up children who liked to pretend they were living dangerously. "There."
"Yes." It smelled right to him as well, and the fast, birdlike heartbeat of the music suited his mood.
Keith snapped a little leash onto the collar and handed him the end, grinning wide, almost panting. "Remember, love. I bite. Let's go play."
His cock tried to burst right through his pants. The leash fit his hand, warm from being tucked into Keith's pocket. God. Seamus led the way, feeling the stares like hands touching him, driving him higher.
The cub was sheer melted sex behind him, pheromones just pouring off into the air, drawing the attention of one hungry gaze after the other. They skipped the bar and went right out to dance, Seamus turning and using the leash to pull Keith against him, grinding hard. They were made to hunt together, to dance and tempt and cull the weak from the herd. He could feel Keith's need, hard and hot against his thigh, feel the roll and twist of that flat belly.
He wanted to mark that long, slender neck, right above the collar, wanted to push Keith down right there on the floor and spread the cub wide, fuck him raw. But they needed to feed first. Needed the heat and wet and the sudden violence of it.
A heavy hand fell on his back, and he met muddy blue eyes set in a heavy-jawed face. The smell of leather was rich, strong, almost overcoming the scent of lust. "You rent your boy out? He looks like he needs more than one strong hand."
His first instinct was to snarl, to snap, warn the man off with a show of teeth and flashing gold eyes. Then he looked more closely. Too old for this place, too heavy through the chest and shoulders. A predator in his own right, and just the kind of asshole Seamus was in the mood for. "He does like to play."
Keith danced between them, breath quick and light against his jaw, the softest growl vibrating as the ham hands stroked over that vinyl covered ass.
"He's got a great little bod. Pale, too. Bet he shows marks well."
"Yeah. He's everything you want in a pet, trust me." The words came out from between clenched teeth, but he managed to be civil, rubbing against Keith.
"What's his price? I'm single at the mo, but I can buy your booze or let you watch or both." The bastard had no idea the trouble he was in, none at all.
And Seamus was out of pati
ence for the game. "Let's go someplace more private and discuss it, yeah?" Seamus pulled Keith against him, letting the guy get a good look at the front as well as the back, rubbing hard. Keith played it to the hilt, parting and stretching for it, the picture of wanting.
Their prey swallowed hard, nodded. "Shit, yeah. We'll find terms."
Seamus jerked his head toward the back. "Outside." Jerking the leash, he whirled toward the door. "Let's go, cub."
He heard Keith's soft growl, felt the heat at his ass and shoulder. The man followed closer, daring to touch and pinch and tease as they left. The asshole kept it up, Keith would bite those fingers right off at the hand.
He couldn't wait. His cub was earning this one, and Seamus was gonna let him make the kill. They got far enough into the shadows to suit him, and Seamus turned, dropping the leash and circling behind the man to cut off escape. "He's all yours."
"Just like that, thanks bud." The man chuckled, moved in towards Keith. "Come here, little bit, let me show you a thing or two..."
Keith's chuckle was rich, rolling. "Afraid you're too much of a man for me. I need more."
The man reached out for Keith and his cub struck, moving with that speed and need that made his balls ache, taking the man's hand at the wrist.
Goddamn that was a joy to behold. He kept watch, not intruding on this kill, letting Keith have it, watching it hungrily. Poetry in motion. Fucking A.
It happened so quickly that the fool still kept moving towards Keith, still trying to grab him with a hand that wasn't there. Keith growled and struck again and again, the first bite spilling guts, the second crushing the windpipe. Sure and deadly and all his.
His mate.
He waited another half a beat before Keith gave him the signal, and he moved in, tearing into his meal, praising Keith with low sounds. Keith waited, watching, licking his chops and rumbling with pleasure, those eyes lit up and glowing.
He backed off after he'd had his fill, leaving the sweetest parts for Keith, as was his due. He ached, his cock and balls throbbing, his belly on fire. Feeding quickly, Keith snapped and pulled, leaving a hank untouched for the puppies.
Perfect. They would get the feed home to the pups, that was their job. But then the cub's ass was his.
They worked together, covering the mess and heading into the tunnels in no time, Keith panting and growling beside him. "Want you."
"I know, cub." Was that his voice? Low and deep and husky, he sounded as desperate as he felt. "The pups first."
"Yes. After though. I need." The last word was a bark, fierce and insistent.
He hurried. Damn.
The pups were eager and they attacked the kill as soon as Seamus and Keith dropped it, so Seamus figured it was safe to drag Keith to their room and slam the door behind them.
The leash hung loose from Keith's collar, those eyes bright, growl ringing. "Yours. You don't share. Ever."
"Hell no. Mine." He lunged, grabbing that leash and spinning Keith around, tearing at the vinyl.
Keith arched and growled, ass pushing into his hands, randy as a bitch in heat.
He leaned down as he got that pale skin bared, licking at Keith's crease, sucking up a mark just above one cheek.
Soft keening filled the room, Keith's thighs parting.
He mouthed those swinging balls, licked that sweet hole, pushing his tongue in before pressing Keith to the floor and spreading him wide, and shoving in.
Fuck yes. Keith's body gripped him, tight and fierce, fucking milking him before he even started moving. No way could he hold still, much as he wanted to savor it. Seamus sank his teeth into Keith's shoulder and shoved his hips forward hard, fucking his cub. Claiming him.
Keith's flavor, rich and sweet and wild, drowned out the taste of food, of the hunt, filling him with something deeper, stronger. His mate. His. He threw back his head and howled, filling Keith with his spunk, staking his claim inside and out. The sharp barks that answered him heralded the scent of Keith as the thin hips shook in his hands. Gasping, panting, his chest heaving, Seamus fell forward, squashing Keith on his way down. "Oh, cub. Love."
"Uh-huh. Love you. Better?"
"You wouldn't believe."
Then again, maybe his cub would understand perfectly. They were a matched set. Mated for life.
~Chapter Fifteen~
Keith slammed the pot into the sink with a growl, hissing as the hot stew splashed and steamed and burned the shit out of one of his fingers. "Goddamnit!"
He was fucking done. Jade was sick and snappish, Liz wouldn't fucking stop biting and Bruiser?
He shook his head and glared at the big pup. If Bruiser didn't stop trying to mount the girls, Keith was going to get the horny little beast fixed.
And, after the whole nasty, growly, wet and gloomy day where everything smelled like mold and nothing went right?
Seamus fucking comes home and bitches about having leftovers again. He wasn't the one who made a pot of stew big enough to feed the Chinese army twice. *He* wasn't the one who could have brought home fresh meat. He had been stuck at home.
All.
Damned.
Day.
He threw a cup into the sink beside the pot, listening to the shattering glass with righteous pleasure.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Seamus was right there, the low growl in that voice meant to bring him in line.
"Don't you rumble at me like I'm a goddamned pup, Seamus." He turned, just itching for a fight. "You didn't like the fucking food? I got rid of it."
"Right. So what the fuck are we supposed to eat, huh?" Red brows lowered over snapping green eyes, Seamus crossed those big arms and glared at him.
"You're a big boy. You know what a refrigerator is. Find something." He snarled the words out, his entire body trying to shake.
No way was he backing down.
He was not a cub. Not. Not at all.
"I've had about all I can handle, cub." That growl was making the hair stand up on the back of his neck.
"Don't start that shit. You're hungry? Eat. I fucking dealt with dinner, with Jade and Liz and the boy and I am done!" Oh, fuck, that felt good -- to slam and snap and holler. Felt damned good.
Those eyes flashed gold, and Seamus snarled. "And who the fuck was out there covering our tracks, making sure no one thinks anything of us living here and eating the fucking neighbors! You think it's so fucking easy?"
"I never fucking said anything was easy!" His breath was coming faster and he could smell Seamus, right there, warm and real and goddamnit! Keith was going to handle this like a man. He was not going to lose it. He was NOT going to go fuzzy! Not. Not notnotnotnot!
Maybe he wasn't, but Seamus was. "The fuck you didn't. All I wanted was some fucking food." The words were guttural; they were hardly words at all.
"There was food!" He bared his teeth, fucking furious. "You didn't want it? Fucking starve!"
Seamus quivered, lips pulling back from his teeth, deep growls coming from his chest. Advancing on him, Seamus reached for him, hands like claws.
Keith backed toward the door, nostrils flaring, snapping at his mate, warning. Low and fast, Seamus came after him, going for his legs. He scrambled, scratching hard along the edge of the counter as he ran, heading for the open living room, the windows, the door. Out.
The takedown happened before he could even blink, Seamus cutting him off at the knees, rolling with him, snarling, teeth snapping. The whole world was red and hot and he growled, refusing to back down, to back away.
Seamus pinned him, or as near as did, with him struggling like he was. Sharp, sharp teeth closed on his throat, but did not sink in enough to break the skin. He fought for a few more heartbeats, then found himself stilling, stiff and panting, chin lifted to offer the Alpha his throat.
Very lightly, delicately, Seamus broke the tender skin on his throat and took his due. Lapping at the blood, Seamus thrust against him, prick hard against his leg.
Keith whimpered, adrenaline leaving him s
haking, heart pounding wildly.
"Mmm." It was a deep, rich sound, not anger. Lust. Love. Need.
He pulled his arms free, pushing them up along Seamus' body to wrap around the thick neck, hold on, hold tight, fingers tangling in his mate's hair. The kiss Seamus gave him curled his toes, made his belly hurt, split his lips. It was hard and urgent and so hot it burned. His entire body jerked, pushing up against Seamus, rubbing, needing, soft little yelps filling the air.
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