A Wolf's Life

by Marcy Jacks

  "I don't care. Just please do it."

  There was a pause. "That's the lust talking. Trust me, you don't want me doing that. Not even when you're hot and heavy like this."

  Noah didn't believe him. He did want this. He wanted this so much that he thought he was going to die if he didn't get it.

  "Please. Please, I need it. I need it."

  Maybe his begging got annoying because Maxwell chose that moment to leave the bed. The mattress dipped when he left it, and Noah watched with shock and horror as he moved to the door.

  "Wh-where are you going?"

  Maxwell didn't answer him. He opened the door, let himself out, and shut it behind him.

  And Noah was mortified. He was on his hands and knees with his dick throbbing and the man he wanted to fuck him just up and walked away?

  Never in his life would he have thought he could be so emotional about something like that, but it hit him hard, and it took a lot for Noah to hold back the tears that wanted to come.

  That bastard. That complete and total bastard. How could he do something like that to him?

  Noah settled himself on his knees then looked down at his still throbbing cock.

  He could take care of it himself if he needed to, but that was too embarrassing after he’d just begged to be fucked like that.

  Noah rubbed his face instead, trying to get a grip on himself.

  But he couldn't. What the hell had just happened? And what was he supposed to do right now when his body continued to buzz for the other man? Now that Maxwell had left, that strange aching feeling in the pit of his stomach was starting to actually hurt.

  It wasn't just the blue balls either. It was something else that he couldn't control. He needed Maxwell. He needed that alpha to come back here and fix the thing he'd infected Noah with.

  Because he sure as hell wasn't having this problem before he met the man.

  Noah frowned. Yeah. Why the hell wasn't Maxwell taking some responsibility for this? Noah didn't ask to be here, and he was only here because he had to save his damned life. How fucking dare he walk away when Noah was feeling like this?

  Noah grabbed the shorts Maxwell had pulled him out of and got out of bed. He’d just gotten one leg in when the door opened again and Maxwell stepped back into the bedroom.

  He stopped, his gaze fixed on Noah, and suddenly Noah couldn't move.

  "Getting dressed so soon?"

  Heat rushed to Noah's face. He could hardly stop the feeling of mortification from hitting him, even though he hadn't done anything wrong.

  "I was going to find you?"

  Maxwell shut the door behind him, that sexy smile back on his face. "Were you? What were you planning on doing when you found me?"

  Noah sucked back every ounce of bravery he had, squaring his shoulder. "I was going to make you finish what you started."

  "Were you?"

  He didn't have to look like he thought that was so funny.

  "Yes, I was. You started something. You need to finish it."

  Once again, Maxwell looked a little too amused by that. He stepped closer to Noah, getting right into his personal space. Noah didn't step back. He refused to step back when he hadn't done a damned thing wrong.

  "You were going to come and find me if you had to, were you?"

  That heat wouldn't leave Noah's cheeks. "S-So what if I was?"

  Maxwell chuckled, letting his hand slip behind Noah's neck then cupping the back of his head. "Don't worry. I like it."

  His mouth descended on Noah's, and the aching pain Noah felt in his gut was eased. It didn't entirely melt away. The threat of it still loomed, but Noah moaned as that cool balm was finally given to him.

  He tilted his head back, allowing the other man to slip his tongue into his mouth, to lick him deep.

  Noah's knees actually wobbled. His knees had never wobbled before, but he'd also never been in this position before.

  There was something nice about letting someone else take control. About letting someone else dominate him.

  And Noah knew that was exactly what this was.

  He was being dominated.

  And he loved it.

  Maxwell pulled back from that kiss way too fast. He'd barely tasted the inside of Noah's mouth, and it was a shame to have him pull away so fast.

  "Back on the bed. Hurry up."

  Noah did as he was told, kicking his leg out of the shorts as he got back onto the sheets, his anticipation climbing high once more as he was getting ready to have some real fun here.

  Only then did he notice the small bag in Maxwell's hand. There was no way he'd had the time to go to the pharmacy. Not that Noah knew where it was, but it looked as though he'd grabbed a small plastic bag from somewhere and filled it with supplies.

  Or maybe it was from his last visit to the pharmacy. Noah wasn't sure, but through the bag, he could make out what he was pretty sure was a bottle of lube and a box of condoms.

  His heart rate hammered, and he realized for the first time that this was actually going to happen. He wasn't just begging for this. This wasn't a fantasy. He was about to let this big alpha fuck him.

  "You nervous?"

  Noah swallowed hard. "A little."

  "Don't be." Maxwell approached the bed, climbing back on top of it. "I'll take good care of you. Lie back, spread your thighs."

  Noah did as he was told. It left his dick out in the open, and he wasn't used to having his legs spread so much, so when Maxwell put his hands on Noah's thighs and spread them out some more, Noah damn near choked.

  "Better."

  "Do…do you want me on my hands and knees?"

  "Eventually," Maxwell said, his eyes positively glowing. "Just not yet."

  Noah shivered, and when Maxwell opened the bottle of lube with his thumb, Noah struggled to get ahold of the beating of his heart.

  "I can hear your heart. Relax."

  Noah nodded. "Right. Relaxing."

  Maxwell frowned at him, as though he couldn't quite figure out what the issue was. "You nervous about being with an alpha?"

  It was partially true, so Noah saw no issue with telling the truth. He nodded. "Yeah, something like that."

  Maxwell nodded. "Well, I promise you we don't actually bite. Not unless you want me to."

  Noah shivered. Did his teeth just turn into fangs? He suddenly remembered that his dick had been between those lips, and he decided right then and there that he didn't want biting. He never wanted biting.

  "I'm good. No biting, please."

  Maxwell chuckled, and by the time his wet fingers finally touched Noah's asshole, the pain had been building up again.

  And then there was nothing but sweet relief. Not release. Not yet. His cock and balls still seemed to be working up to that, but this was something else entirely.

  It was just a touch. Maxwell circled his fingers around Noah's hole again and again. He seemed to be working his way inside. Noah wasn't sure. Occasionally there was pressure, as though Maxwell was testing the waters or trying to ease him open. Was that even possible?

  Noah glanced down at Maxwell's cock and then quickly looked back up at the ceiling, pressing his lips together.

  How in the hell was something like that supposed to fit inside him? Maxwell was huge. Fuck. Noah suddenly wanted to ask that Maxwell keep it nice and slow, that he go easy on him, but he didn't because of the risk of seeming like he didn't know what he was doing.

  His heart rate sped up again, and Noah was pretty sure there was no getting it back down again after that.

  "I got you, baby. I've got you," Maxwell said, and then something breached Noah.

  He groaned, his spine arching, but then he realized it didn't hurt. He thought it did, but it didn't.

  There was a finger inside him. That was so weird, but it was there. Maxwell was pushing a finger into him and wiggling it around.

  So odd, but it was kind of good.

  So he sighed, his body relaxing.

  "There you go, see?" Maxwel
l thrust his finger back and forth. "That's not so bad, is it?"

  Noah swallowed, and he wanted to laugh. "One finger isn't quite the same as your huge dick."

  Maxwell smiled at him. "No, but that's what I'm going to get you ready for, right?"

  Noah nodded, though he wasn't sure if there was any getting ready. "Uh, could you add more lube? Like a lot more. Overuse it if you have to."

  Maxwell barked a laugh, but he did as Noah asked him. "You are skittish."

  "No, just trying to get ready."

  "Has it been a while?"

  "Yeah," Noah lied. He could explain this after he'd been fucked. As nervous as he was, he still wanted it, and he would rather deal with the pain of having sex for the first time than the pain of having Maxwell stop.

  If he stopped. Either way, Noah wasn't taking the risk.

  "I'm adding another finger. All right?"

  Noah nodded, and then he felt it. This time there was a little pain. His body tried to stretch around the intrusion, and to push it out, but Maxwell moved slowly. He kept to his pace, and soon Noah felt that wiggling feeling start up again.

  He sighed.

  "Still good?"

  "Yeah," Noah gasped, moving his bum a little, trying to get comfortable. "That's okay. You can keep doing that."

  "Well, thank God for that." Maxwell chuckled. "You had me a little worried there."

  Noah grinned, but then he felt those fingers push deeper inside him.

  It was strange. It felt good, but the burning was something that took a little getting used to.

  He’d never felt so full in his entire life. How did people do this? How did people do this with alphas who happened to have huge dicks like Maxwell did?

  Luckily, Maxwell was good at what he did because then he brushed up against something deep inside of Noah, and Noah gasped with the shock of the sudden pleasure that hit him.

  Noah threw his head back, opened his mouth, and gasped for breath when that spot was touched.

  He groaned, the stars flashing in front of his eyes blinding him for a moment, and then they were gone. He panted, his cock throbbing in time with his heartbeat, and then there was nothing but the heat.

  And Maxwell smirking at him. "Yeah, I figured you would like that."

  Prostate. That had to be it. Noah didn't ask for him to clarify because he didn't want to come across as though he didn't know what he was doing.

  "Do that again," he demanded.

  Maxwell chuckled. "As you wish."

  He did it again, and Noah was struck with that same unbelievable feeling that got him the first time. It was as though his body was working on some sort of autopilot. He couldn't have stopped himself from gasping for breath, from thrusting his ass against those fingers even if he wanted to.

  And he definitely didn't want to. Noah wanted more of that amazing pleasure. He wanted to get off with something bigger inside of him. He wanted Maxwell to stop using his fingers so he could fuck Noah already.

  "That's enough. That's enough. I'm ready."

  "Not yet."

  Noah growled, stunned when Maxwell growled back at him.

  “Not yet,” Maxwell said again. “You’re ready when I say you are. Understand?”

  Noah wanted to say no. He wanted to be difficult. “Why? Why do you get to decide?”

  “Because this is why.”

  Maxwell pushed his fingers forward hard, and the sharp pain that Noah got shocked him with its intensity. His teeth clenched against his will as every nerve in his body came alive and shuddered, and not in a good way.

  “See? You should know better. Even with the lust getting to you. You’re not ready. Don’t push me to fuck you before you’re ready because the second I put my dick inside you, I don’t think I can stop myself even if you are hurt. So stop it.”

  The intensity in Maxwell’s voice shocked Noah. He didn’t like it, but he had to admit the other man was right about this. Noah didn’t know what he was doing, and there was no point in getting himself hurt for something he didn’t entirely get.

  “All right. But…will you at least try to hurry?”

  Maxwell nodded. “That I can do.”

  Chapter Five

  This man was going to kill him. Maxwell didn't know how much more of this he could take when the other man was insisting on being so stubborn with this.

  Did he not understand…

  No. Of course he did. It was a basic concept that everyone got. He was just being affected by the lust of their mating, and Maxwell was so hyped up on energy from being around him that he was on the verge of losing control.

  He couldn't have that. For the first time since he was maybe twelve years old, Maxwell felt himself at odds with the wolf inside his head.

  If Noah continued to tempt him, then he might not be able to hold back.

  But everyone knew the humans were much more fragile than the wolves could ever be. Maxwell didn't want to hurt this man. He didn't want his mate to look back on this with regret because Maxwell couldn't maintain the control he knew he needed.

  If he did anything to hurt this man during their fucking, then he was never going to forgive himself.

  So, Maxwell gritted his teeth, told the stupid mutt inside his head to sit and stay, and then he went about his business of stretching the smaller man.

  So sweet. He smelled like musk and spice and honey. Maxwell had smelled plenty of wolf souls in his lifetime before, but Noah, by far, smelled the best.

  Soon, Maxwell could make out the difference in Noah's writhing. From trying to hold back discomfort and pain to moaning with pleasure and thrusting his ass against Maxwell's fingers.

  Yeah, he was almost there. Maxwell could feel it, and the wolf inside his head started to growl again. It wanted out. He felt his pores itching, opening, fur getting ready to slide through.

  No. He had to contain it. He couldn't let his claws out when he was in the middle of fingering his soon-to-be lover. His mate.

  That would be a little too damned dangerous.

  Get back, you stupid wolf, or no more midnight runs for the rest of our life.

  The wolf whined inside his head. Maxwell hoped it was enough to keep it back. Just long enough to make the claim. That was all he needed. Just ten minutes.

  "Ah God, that feels…so good."

  The more Noah moaned and squirmed like that, the more Maxwell couldn't contain himself. He wanted to fuck him. He couldn't hold back. Not anymore.

  Maxwell pulled his fingers back. His body pulsed with heat and desire. He ached with the need for it. His fingers trembled even.

  He reached for lube bottle, popping it open with his thumb and carefully pouring more into his hand.

  He could barely hold back. He had to. He was so close. His groin ached so much with the need to fuck this man. As though he were in withdrawal.

  Slathering more of the lubricant onto Noah's hole, Maxwell reached for the box of condoms. He managed to get it open, but then opening the damned little pack was a pain in the ass. He had to actually bring out his claws for this next part. He didn't want to, but he needed to get the damned packet open.

  Don't puncture the condom. Don't prick a hole in it.

  He didn't. He was pretty sure he didn't. Then it was just a matter of rolling the damned thing onto his prick.

  "Let me."

  Noah reached for him, his hands warm and sure as he pinched the condom over the head of Maxwell's dick before rolling the latex down.

  Maxwell normally hated the feel, but this time, it was fine. He didn't want his new mate, a human, turning into something he didn't want to be or, worse, getting pregnant.

  Not yet. He wanted time with this man. He wanted to get to know him without a child in the mix.

  And the way Noah looked at him while he put the condom on him just cemented that idea.

  Maxwell wanted to have sex, lots and lots of sex with this man. He wanted to have years of it before a child was thrown into the mix.

  Christ, it was
as if he was in love with the man already, but that wasn't possible. Was it? Not even a mating could make him feel that way. Right?

  Noah grabbed Maxwell's shoulders. His hands felt so small on Maxwell's body as he pulled Maxwell back on top of him. "Hurry. I'm ready." Noah spread his legs. He wrapped them around Maxwell's waist. "I can do it."

  And there was no more holding back. That thin thread of self-control that Maxwell had been keeping finally snapped. He pressed his mouth to Noah's in a hard kiss that was more of a claim than anything.

  Taking his dick in hand, Maxwell aimed himself right where he needed to go, his cockhead against Noah's stretched hole. He added just a touch of pressure, and it seemed that was all it took before Noah's body accommodated him.

  Maxwell popped through the ring of muscle with little effort. The clench around his dick was something else entirely, though.

  Noah hissed, and God help him, Maxwell couldn't stop.

  "Sorry," he said, sliding forward, trying to go slow at least. "I can't."

  "Don't," Noah said, shaking his head. "Don't you dare stop. I can do it."

  That was determination if Maxwell had ever heard it, but it didn't matter how much Noah thought he could do it. If he was hurt because of this, Maxwell wasn't going to forgive himself.

  He was able to take his time, but that seemed to be the best he could do. The stupid wolf inside his head wasn't exactly in the driver's seat, but it was slowly succeeding in pushing Maxwell out of the way.

  All right, you stupid wolf, but just remember that if you make him bleed, I will find a way to kill you.

  Maxwell felt the wolf in his head whine pitifully at the threat, but then it seemed to get it.

  This was their mate. He was a human. He wasn't as strong as they were. The wolf could sometimes be a dumb animal. Maxwell just needed to rein it in from time to time.

  With a new understanding between both halves of his brain, Maxwell was able to sink the rest of the way inside of his mate. He sighed as he finally reached the hilt, Noah's body gripping him tight.

  Hot and tight and perfect.

  Maxwell growled, and the little smile on Noah's face was certainly something to be encouraged by.

  "Still good?"

  Noah nodded. He opened his eyes, and that stormy, blue-gray look was gone. His eyes were golden. Like that of a wolf's.