by Lynn Hagen
“Tell me what happened.” Micah braced himself for the sordid details. He couldn’t let Oliver go. He had to hang tight, try to keep his sanity, when his mate told of his affair.
“I kissed Evan. I didn’t plan it. I–I’ve just been so lonely, so damn lonely. I know that’s not an excuse. He didn’t know, Micah. It’s not his fault. He denied me and jumped away. I’m sorry.” Oliver hugged Micah closer.
“What else, Oliver?” He couldn’t take the suspense. He was ready to go kill Evan, but he wanted to know all of it so he wouldn’t feel guilty when Evan’s intestines lay under him.
“That’s it, I swear.” Oliver’s nails dug into Micah’s back as he hung onto him for dear life.
“A kiss?”
“Yes. Actually, they really didn’t even touch. I promise, Micah. I’ll never ever cheat again. Ever.”
Micah pulled back and stared down at his mate. “A kiss?”
Oliver nodded as fat tears rolled down his cheeks.
Micah pulled Oliver tight to his chest. A damn kiss. That was the extent of it? He hadn’t been defiled? Micah wanted to laugh. The relief released the knot his stomach and heart that had been there for a week.
Micah was still going to have a face-to-face talk with Evan.
Oliver squealed when Micah dropped him on the bed. “You ready to be claimed, mate?”
Oliver ripped his clothes off before Micah even removed his shirt.
Micah chuckled at his mate’s eagerness. He sobered when he grabbed Oliver’s face. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?”
“Been ready since midnight hit on my eighteenth birthday.” He gave Micah a big, toothy smile.
“Never seek solace in another man’s arms again, Oliver. Talk to me, even when I’m being pigheaded. Promise.” Oliver’s eyes brimmed, but Micah had to hear the word.
“Promise. That’s why I jumped into the water. I had to get away from myself. The guilt ate at me so bad I hated who I was.”
“On your knees,” Micah demanded as he grabbed the lube from the drawer. Foreplay later, he needed to bond Oliver to him now.
Oliver crawled to the middle of the bed and lowered his shoulders. He looked over at Micah as his body shook.
“Scared, Oliver?” Micah lubed his fingers and slid two into his mate’s puckered hole.
“A little. I’ve been waiting so long that I feel like I’m dreaming.” Oliver moaned when Micah began a slow in and out with his fingers.
“It’s real. Relax and enjoy. Promise you’ll let me know if I do something you don’t like?” Micah twisted his wrist and crooked his finger until he found Oliver’s prostate.
Oliver shouted and jutted his ass further in the air. “Promise, Micah. Please do that again.”
Micah smiled then added a third finger. He grazed the gland a few more times as Oliver shook and keened.
“My baby likes that.” Micah laid his other hand on the small of Oliver’s back as he quickened the pace of his fingers.
“More, Micah. I need more.” Oliver’s head fell back. “Fuck me.”
Micah pulled his hand free and got on his knees behind Oliver. He laid his thumbs on Oliver’s globes and spread his cheeks apart. Fuck if that wasn’t a beautiful sight.
“Please,” Oliver begged, pushing back.
“Anything you want, love.” Micah pushed all the way to the root. His eyes closed for a moment, relishing the tight hole stretching around his cock.
Oliver cried out.
“Did I hurt you?” Micah rubbed Oliver’s back as worry creased his brow.
“You will if you don’t move.” Oliver panted.
Micah laughed as he slammed forward one good thrust. “Is that what you want?”
“No, I want an ice cream cone.”
Micah’s head fell back as a booming laughter filled the bedroom.
“In that case.” Micah dug his fingers into Oliver’s hips and pistoned into him then stopped.
“Micah!” Oliver protested loudly.
“Again, is that what you want?” Micah smiled as Oliver’s fists pounded the sheets.
“Yes, dammit. Fuck me until I can’t walk.”
“Now you’re talking.” Micah thrust his hips as his pelvis slapped against Oliver’s ass.
“Do you accept me as your mate, Oliver?” Micah thrust forward on each word.
“Yes.” He mewled.
“No, you have to say my name as well.” Micah’s canines elongated as his eyes shifted to crimson.
“Yes, Micah.” Oliver cried as he rocked back.
“Better.”
Micah struck, biting into Oliver’s neck as his hips slammed into Oliver like a rocket. He drank from his mate as he felt the ribbons of their souls unwind and entwine together, their heartbeats synchronized, the bonding complete.
Oliver shouted Micah’s name as he came all over the sheets, his body jerking from the eruption.
“You are mine, and you will not share.” Micah growled around Oliver’s neck.
“Never.” Oliver promised as Micah roared his release, his body thrusting so hard that he swore Oliver would feel his cock in the back of his throat.
Micah sealed the wound and pulled Oliver to his chest. “I love you, Oliver. Never forget that.”
Micah lay on his back and draped his mate across his chest. “It’s beautiful. Your tattoo. Thank you.” He rubbed Oliver’s back in a soothing pattern.
“I’ve loved you from the moment you walked into my house. I just didn’t know it yet,” Oliver confessed.
Micah walked into the den and knocked Evan on his ass with one swift punch to his jaw then walked away.
“Why are we all gathered here?” Oliver asked as all the mates stood by the front door.
“Beats me,” Cecil replied as he shrugged his shoulders.
“Okay, men, time to go,” Maverick declared as he opened the front door.
They climbed into the SUVs, not daring to question the Alpha. Loco was behind the wheel with a smirk on his face. Oliver didn’t trust that look.
He became more wary when the other three SUVs filled with the remaining warriors. What the hell was going on?
As they drove into town, Blair leaned over and whispered in Oliver’s ear, “So, someone was claimed last night.” He snickered.
Had he been that loud?
“Congrats, bro.” They tapped knuckles as Oliver grinned from ear to ear.
They pulled in front of an office building with a big tooth hanging in front of it.
“Oh, no,” Johnny cried.
“Ah, shit. The dentist,” Drew complained.
They warriors escorted the mates into a waiting room as Maverick checked them in.
Oliver moved closer to Micah, craving skin contact. Micah pulled Oliver’s back to his chest as he wrapped his arms around Oliver. He never wanted Micah to let him go.
“Okay, you guys head on back. We’ll wait out here.” Maverick instructed as he took a seat in the small waiting room chair, he moved around trying to find a comfortable way to sit. The chairs weren’t meant for six nine warriors.
Johnny shot to the exit as Hawk grabbed him around the waist, depositing him next to Cecil.
“But I don’t wanna go,” Johnny cried to Hawk.
“Sorry, pretty baby. Oral hygiene is important.” Hawk kissed him on his nose and patted his ass.
Johnny pouted as he followed the other mates to the back.
They went into a large room with reclining chairs. The dental assistant told them all to have a seat and the dentists would be with them shortly.
Keata looked like a deer caught in headlights as he looked around at all the shiny dental tools.
Cecil played with a small tank, turning the knobs. “Come here, Johnny. This will help you relax.”
Oliver bit back a laugh as Cecil put the mask over Johnny’s face. After a moment, Johnny’s eyes glazed, and he began to giggle.
“Excuse me, sirs, we need your help back here,” the dental assistant said as she
stuck her head around the door.
“I hope Johnny isn’t giving the dentist a hard time.” Hawk shook his head as he and the other mated warriors headed to the back.
“What the hell?” Micah scratched his head as all the mates lay over dental chairs laughing their collective ass off.
“They seem to have discovered the laughing gas.” The dental assistant smiled.
“Cecil!” Maverick bellowed.
Chapter Five
Micah’s tongue played with the rod in Oliver’s lip as Oliver straddled his lap in the kitchen chair.
“Are you sure you like the piercings?” Oliver asked as he pushed his lip closer to Micah’s exploring.
“I’m sure. It’s sexy as hell.” Micah grabbed the rod with his teeth and growled. He wanted to lick and suck every damn pierced spot on his mate.
Oliver laughed. “In that case, I want a Prince Albert.”
“Really?” Micah’s eyebrows shot up. “I don’t know if I can handle someone holding your cock in their hands.” He nipped Oliver’s lip.
“They’re professionals. Please.” Oliver gave him a puppy dog look, bottom lip pouting out.
Micah chuckled as he skated his hands down Oliver’s sides. He was relieved that all the waiting for his mate to come of age, all the worrying that his mate wasn’t mentally ready, was finally over. Oliver shivered as Micah ran a hand over the nape of his neck.
“Let me think about it.” Micah hitched his groin up into his mate. His cock was rock hard, begging to tear away the denim and take what was now his to freely have.
“Oh, god.” Oliver moaned.
“Get room. No sex in kitchen.” Keata giggled as he walked to the fridge.
“Why don’t you tell my mate what your tattoo is?” Oliver asked over his shoulder.
“No dice.” Keata gave him a raspberry and walked out with a juice in hand.
“He got a tattoo?” Micah wondered who’s name the young man had inked on his chest.
“Yeah, but none of us know what it is. He wouldn’t let us see.”
Micah frowned. He didn’t like the idea of not knowing who Keata’s mate was. If he was a wolf here, why didn’t they claim him? It didn’t make sense to him.
Oliver draped his arms over Micah’s shoulders, giving him the sexiest look he could muster, “So, can I?”
“Can you what, babe?” Micah had been lost in thought.
“Get another piercing?” Oliver waggled his brows.
“Persistent little devil, aren’t you.” A faint grin touched Micah’s lips as he stood with his mate in his arms.
Cody grabbed a beer from behind the bar as he watched the mates dance around with the controllers. He twisted the cap off and took a swig as Kyoshi yelled his victory. Cody smiled.
Keata climbed onto the bar stool and slapped the counter. Cody reached under and grabbed an orange soda, adding ice cubes to a tall glass. He tilted it as he poured. He slid the glass across and rubbed his fingers across the back of Keata’s hand.
Keata stared into his eyes then smiled.
Oliver ran into his room to change into his sweats and a large T-shirt. He grabbed his pillow then shot back down the stairs. He jumped onto the couch in the den and curled up next to Blair.
Blair put his arm around his little brother as the movie began.
“Is it really scary?” he whispered to Blair.
“Kinda. I got ya.” Blair pulled him closer as the blood started flying.
Keata whimpered in the corner of the couch he sat in. Kyoshi pulled him near as Drew pulled Cecil close.
Johnny started yelling at the stupid girls once again.
“Is this seat taken?” Cecil looked up to see his mate smiling down at him.
“Never.”
Maverick pulled Cecil from Drew’s arms and cuddled him in his lap.
The other warriors claimed their mates as they snuggled down to watch the movie.
Oliver watched as Loco picked Keata up and pulled him to his chest, running his hands through Keata’s soft, silky black hair.
“You have fun?” Micah asked as Oliver curled into his arms.
“Yeah, just a horror movie. No big deal,” Oliver said matter-of-factly.
“Liar.” Micah turned Oliver over in his arms then ran his tongue along Oliver’s lips. He skimmed his teeth as Oliver opened for him. Micah sucked Oliver’s tongue into his mouth as he kneaded his ass.
Oliver wrapped his arms around Micah’s neck as he pushed his cock into Micah’s abdomen. He broke the kiss. “Wanna taste you.”
Micah rolled onto his back. Oliver’s muscles drew tight with pleasure as he kissed his way down Micah’s body. A moan left Oliver’s throat at the taste of his mate’s skin. He had never given head before. This would be his first time.
Oliver’s cock ached as he licked the length of Micah’s dick. Micah spread his legs further apart, and Oliver climbed between them. He prayed he did it correctly. Was there a correct way? He should have looked it up on the Internet before confessing to Micah his desires.
He stroked Micah’s cock a few times before he glided the mushroomed head across his lips. He could feel his hand tremble slightly as he ran his tongue across the smeared drops, the taste exploding in his mouth. Oliver glanced up to see Micah watching him, his eyes slanted in lust. He must be doing something right for his mate to have that lusty look.
Oliver opened his mouth wider as he wrapped his lips around Micah’s cock.
“Fuck.” Micah groaned, his hand coming down to run over Oliver’s head.
It still felt like a dream. He was actually mated now, finally. Oliver laved at the opening, drawing the pre-come out as he rolled Micah’s balls in his hands. He was running on pure instinct here.
Oliver looked up once again at Micah, a blush fanning across his face and neck at the intimate way Micah was seeing him.
Micah gave a low growl. Oliver took him deeper, humming as his tongue swirled around the hard shaft. Micah thrust his hips, and Oliver gagged. His eyes watered as he pulled back.
“Fuck, Oliver.” Micah leaned up to his elbows. “Please tell me you’ve done this before.”
Oliver ignored him as he sucked harder, his mouth going up and down the cock, his hands feathering across Micah’s scrotum. He was not about to engage in a debate about cock sucking with a hard shaft shoved in his mouth.
“Oliver, gonna…” Micah warned as his hands locked onto Oliver’s head, thrusting his pelvis faster in short bursts. Oliver was thankful his mate took into consideration his inexperience.
Oliver grabbed the base and pumped as he swallowed further. Hot pulses hit the back of his throat as he struggled to swallow.
Micah howled as his hands pressed firmer on Oliver, his hips jerking until he collapsed.
Oliver crawled up Micah’s body, craving the feeling of that thick, long shaft inside of him. His heart beat faster at the thought of his mate watching him this time, facing each other. It was heady, exhilarating. Oliver wanted to throw his head back and laugh with the giddiness that was bubbling up inside of him.
He straddled Micah’s abdomen then leaned down to share the musky taste still lingering on his lips and in his mouth.
Micah devoured him. His hands grabbed Oliver’s hips as his tongue ravaged Oliver’s mouth.
“Need you.” Oliver moaned into Micah’s mouth. He reached over and grabbed the lube, setting himself back slightly to pour a generous amount down onto Micah.
Micah grabbed the base and held it up as Oliver placed his palms on Micah’s chest and braced his feet. Micah guided his cock as Oliver slowly worked the prick inside. He bit his lip from the pinch and burn, let out a breath, and then lowered a fraction more. Micah watched him the whole time.
Oliver looked down at his mate with all the love he felt in his heart. His chest swelled with the overabundance of emotions coursing through him. His. Micah was his. He hadn’t lost him.
Oliver blew out as he finally seated himself. This position opened him wide
r, the cock going deeper. Oliver pulled forward then rocked back, Micah’s hands on his hips helping him along.
He picked up his pace as Micah pulled his legs up, planted his feet, and then thrust deeply into him. Oliver cried out as Micah grinned then repeated the move. He hit Oliver’s gland every time he withdrew.
“Micah,” Oliver sang as his mate jetted into him. Fire licking his nerve endings, he slammed back to meet Micah’s thrust.
Micah’s canines extended, making Oliver’s cock throb harder. He grabbed it, but Micah pulled his hand away.
“Come here.” He grunted as Oliver leaned forward. Micah snaked his hand around Oliver’s neck, leading him down as his hips continued their assault. His teeth sank into the flesh where his neck ended and his shoulder began, Oliver’s soft skin relenting under the powerful bite.
Cries rang out as Oliver spurt ribbon after ribbon onto Micah, his nails digging into Micah’s chest.
Micah released him then pistoned so hard into Oliver that he nearly dislodged him. He would have if Micah hadn’t been holding onto him with a death grip. Micah shouted Oliver’s name as he released the wealth of semen that had erupted from his balls, depositing it in Oliver’s deep, heated sheath.
Oliver collapsed forward, kissing Micah’s chest and neck in a praiseworthy love.
“Love you, warrior,” Oliver cooed as he nestled into his mate’s neck.
“Forever, mate.” Micah wrapped his arms around Oliver as he twisted around and turned the lamp off.
“Okay, now, I want all eyes front and center. No talking. No chewing gum, and you must raise your hand to ask a question.” Kyoshi cleared his throat then continued, “This is your first class in learning how to speak Japanese. Oliver suggested you mates learn for Keata’s benefit.”
“Oh, no. School,” Johnny cried. “I suck at school. I was always late.”
“Johnny, you live in the school,” Kyoshi reminded him.
“Oh, I still don’t like school.” He pouted as he crossed his arms over his chest.
The library had been converted into a makeshift classroom complete with a white erase board. Keata sat next to the board with a ruler in his hand, staring at each mate, daring them to disobey the rules.