Valen! Aaron snapped his eyes open. A hint of sunrise had lightened the den from almost pitch black to muted tones of gray. Aaron tipped his head back and found himself the recipient of a rather lascivious look. He liked it, a lot.
“Good—” Aaron got no further in his greeting before Valen took his mouth in a kiss bordering on brutal. It was full of need, and Aaron soon wanted more.
Valen nipped Aaron’s bottom lip then lapped at it. “Now, I promised you’d suck my dick.”
Why he made it sound like a treat for Aaron was a mystery.
Then Valen flipped around, lying on his side just as Aaron was. His fat cock bobbed in front of Aaron’s face.
“Touch it. Suck it. Suck my balls,” Valen said in a morning-gruff voice, or perhaps it was because he needed Aaron.
Aaron liked that idea. He ran a hand over the inside of Valen’s raised thigh. The hair there was thick and springy.
Valen licked Aaron’s balls.
Aaron’s eyes crossed and he almost forgot he was supposed to be reciprocating. Would have, had Valen not then thrust and rubbed his dick over Aaron’s mouth and nose.
Aaron bent his head and tentatively licked one of Valen’s balls. There was an earthy, addictive scent to Valen there. Aaron wanted to roll in it and wear it forever. Instead he licked again, then took one big nut between his lips. He laved it while getting a handle on Valen’s cock. There was no way Aaron could put the whole thing in his mouth—not Valen’s sac, not his big shaft. But it’d be fun to try.
Aaron closed his eyes and let go of his inhibitions. He licked and sucked while trying not to come as Valen took the crown of Aaron’s cock into his mouth.
Valen tugged on Aaron’s balls and rubbed his butt. He sucked more of Aaron’s length in.
“Mmph!” Aaron wanted to shout, it felt so amazing. He licked Valen’s balls then pulled his dick to his lips. Without hesitation, Aaron went after the broad head, licking, sucking, trying to pull more of the strong, bitter pre-cum from the slit. The taste of it wasn’t unpleasant, just as Valen’s release hours ago hadn’t been nasty. Aaron liked strong flavors. He always had to spice up his foods because of it.
Valen was spiced just right. Aaron eagerly took more in then promptly gagged.
“Use your hand to jack the rest,” Valen advised before taking every bit of Aaron’s cock into his mouth.
And into his throat, Aaron realized, as tight muscles constricted around his tip. Aaron threw his head back and wailed as he came, jerking all over as he lost himself in his climax. The second he was able to take a steady breath, Valen pushed him onto his back.
“Open up,” Valen growled, holding his dick to Aaron’s lips.
Aaron licked them as he stared at Valen’s glistening glans. He parted his lips as he’d been commanded.
“Good boy,” Valen said. He slid a hand behind Aaron’s neck and lifted his head. “Just relax and let me do this.”
A million butterflies fluttered in Aaron’s belly.
Valen hissed as he pushed his cock into Aaron’s mouth. “Yeah, just… Oh fuck… Just take it for me.”
Aaron had to open his mouth wider as Valen pressed in. He fisted his hands, not sure what he should do with them.
“Hold onto my legs.”
How Valen knew what he was wondering, Aaron didn’t know. Didn’t care, either, as he gripped Valen’s thighs.
Valen grunted and rocked in deeper.
Aaron gagged and tried to hide his face, tried to turn away.
“No,” Valen said. “No hiding. You are doing great, honey. No one can just suck a dick and deep throat on the first try. Everyone gags. It takes practice to get past that reflex, and learning is nothing to be ashamed of.”
Aaron couldn’t so much as nod. He didn’t feel as embarrassed as he had before Valen reassured him.
“Just relax,” Valen urged. “I’m gonna keep pushing in, and you’re gonna gag, and I’m gonna pull back then do it all again until I spill my seed down your throat.” Valen caressed Aaron’s neck as he spoke. “Put me in you, at least for a little while.”
Aaron guessed Valen meant his semen would be in him. Aaron was fine with that.
Valen pulled back and thrust back in over and over. Sometimes Aaron took it just fine, sometimes he coughed. He didn’t want Valen to stop. There was something about having aching jaws and a fat dick in his mouth that Aaron really loved.
Then Valen began to move faster, and Aaron tried to tongue the thick vein running on the underside of his cock.
Valen cursed and ringed Aaron’s neck with one big hand. He didn’t squeeze or press. The feel of that hand stimulated Aaron unbearably. His spent cock rose again, hard and dripping pre-cum.
Valen leaned forward, his knees pressed between Aaron’s arms and his sides. “Jack off. Masturbate. I wanna smell you.
Aaron didn’t hesitate. He fisted his shaft and began pumping it, so very close to his own climax already.
Valen shouted and pushed Aaron’s other hand off his dick. Valen gripped his own cock and stroked as he thrust in and out of Aaron’s mouth. The first hot jet of cum hit the back of Aaron’s throat.
The taste of Valen’s release was exquisite. Aaron didn’t want him to stop coming, wanted to drink his seed until there was room for nothing else in his belly. It wasn’t possible, yet he craved it.
“Take it,” Valen was murmuring. “Yeah, suck it, swallow it.”
The coarse words sent Aaron spiraling into his own orgasm, waves of ecstasy rolling over him so intensely he couldn’t even draw a breath in. Valen’s words kept replaying in his head and each time they did, Aaron moaned and his cock spurted.
Aaron should have been scandalized by the coarse directives. He wasn’t. He loved everything Valen had done and said to him. He suspected he’d love doing and hearing things that were even dirtier, too. He slowed his stroking then stopped when he’d pulled the last of his pleasure from his shaft.
“You are something, honey,” Valen said before collapsing beside him. “Gods, you just about killed me. Never came so hard in my life before. Ever.”
Saying thank you seemed a silly thing to do. Aaron remained quiet save for his panting as he tried to catch his breath. He reached for Valen’s hand, wanting to touch him.
Valen scooted away, then sat up. “We need to get you cleaned up and out of here. Morning brings a new day, and…”
And people would be looking for Aaron. Still, it hurt. He wished he could stay, wished he could tell Valen that he wanted to. That would make Aaron seem like— Well, he didn’t know what it would make him seem like, he just wasn’t brave enough to do it.
Valen crawled over to the entrance. “I’ll help you out. You should get dressed. I enjoyed every minute with you, once you stopped trying to hit me and Rivvie with rocks.”
“Me too.” It was the best he could do. Aaron had loved what they’d done. He knew it’d never happen with anyone else again, not a man, and that was what Aaron wanted. What he needed. His pleasure would only flow from the touch of another male.
Though he doubted that any could compare with Valen. Everything he’d done to Aaron had been so good.
Except the part where Valen had backed away from him in the den, and the way he did it again once they were outside. Valen held his hands up then shook them.
Was he trying to shake off Aaron’s scent? The very idea of having touched him?
Valen turned his head and peered off to the west. He sniffed then did it again. “They’re coming back for you.”
Aaron felt like he had semen all over him. Guilt covered him more thoroughly. “I have to—”
Before he could finish, Valen turned him around. “The stream. It’ll be cold. There’s no other option unless you want to be found smelling like me and sex…” He didn’t let go of Aaron’s hand, however. “Unless…” Valen shook his head. “No. You wouldn’t.”
Aaron had no idea what Valen was talking about. He was making exactly zero sense.
“Go on
,” Valen said gruffly. “Before they get here.” Then he let go.
Aaron felt unaccountably abandoned.
The sound of someone or something running through the shrubs and foliage reached Aaron and he spun around to see Rivvie come barreling toward them.
“There’s a dozen or so humans on horses coming!” Rivvie got out between panted breaths. “Ungh. It reeks of cum. Surely even the humans will be able to smell it. Are they gonna want to skin you for defiling one of them?”
Aaron was afraid they just might. “I have to go,” he blurted out. “I’m already going to be in so much trouble.” There was more he wanted to say, though he was unable to grasp anything else.
Valen nodded once. He didn’t move to leave.
“They’re getting closer while you two stand here making lovey eyes at each other,” Rivvie complained.
Valen’s top lip curled in a sneer and he whacked Rivvie’s arm. “Shut up.”
“Now, now, don’t get bitchy.” Rivvie danced back and giggled when Valen swatted at him again.
“Be safe in your travels,” Valen surprised Aaron by saying. “You mentioned being in trouble. Will you be okay? Can you walk?”
His knee still hurt, although not like it had. Perhaps he wouldn’t die from that particular injury. Aaron put more weight on it and was glad he didn’t fall over.
“Of course,” Aaron assured him, plastering on a smile. He wouldn’t explain that being the son of the village chief—even the youngest son—meant he was in for more punishment than non-related villagers would receive for breaking the rules. It wouldn’t matter to Valen anyway. “Uh, be safe, too.”
Valen hesitated a moment, then tipped his head down in acknowledgment. “Let’s go, Rivvie.” Valen scooped up his bag and, with Aaron watching, shifted into the gorgeous black wolf he’d been earlier.
Rivvie muttered about the leather satchel not being on good, and righted it on Valen’s back before he morphed into a golden-brown wolf.
Then they were running, and in seconds Aaron couldn’t see them anymore.
And he couldn’t comprehend why his heart ached as if he’d lost something precious. It made no sense at all. Aaron limped to the stream and leaped in, letting the shock of the cold water compete with that unexplainable pain he felt. If he was lucky, he’d go numb and stay that way.
Or maybe he would stay in the water, let the chill of it take his life. It was a morose thought, like others Aaron had from time to time. Life in general seemed so bleak and fraught with much more bad than good. Funny that he’d been worried about dying from a stupid injury to his knee earlier, and now he was considering the benefits of ending his life.
Aaron closed his eyes, expelled his breath, and let his body sink down. It wouldn’t be so bad, letting go. The first gulp of water would be horrible. After that, surely it’d get easier?
Thoughts like those were only part of the reason he didn’t want to make a child. If he passed down the deep well of unhappiness that sometimes threatened to drown him as thoroughly as the water in the stream could, how was he helping to build mankind back up?
And even more importantly, why would he want to help build it back up? Not if all of humanity lived as his village had to.
Even with all the negative thoughts, when Aaron’s lungs started burning, he was unable to resist coming back up for air. His head broke the surface of the water and he gasped, sucking in a great breath. He flung his head back, his wet hair slapping his neck and shoulders. His heart pounded and his fingers tingled.
Aaron spun around, looking but not finding what he’d hoped to see. There were no glowing yellow eyes in the shrubs. Valen was well and truly gone.
I should have begged to go with him. Aaron almost laughed at himself. As if Valen would want to be slowed down by him. As if finding a release together meant anything to Valen.
“Get out of the water!”
The sharply yelled order snapped Aaron out of his musings. His heart raced now for an entirely different reason as he looked at his father. “Yes, sir.”
“Walter, remember what we discussed.”
Aaron was relieved to hear his mother Anita’s voice. She was often the voice of reason when Walter was angry with Aaron.
“I’m not likely to forget,” Walter snapped. “Get out of the water before you catch your death!”
Aaron had been trying to do just that. It’d have been the coward’s way out. Part of the reason he’d considered it was to avoid his father’s wrath.
Now there was no way of doing so. Aaron made his way to the bank of the stream.
A figure dismounted from one of the horses. “I’ll help him.”
No one told Lin she couldn’t assist him. She was Aaron’s favorite sister because she had such a big heart.
“Here, Aaron.” Lin held out her hand. “Be careful.” She leaned closer to him. “I won’t let you be hurt.”
Aaron felt more bruised inside than he’d ever been on the outside, and he didn’t understand why. He clasped his sister’s hand and let her assist in pulling him up. Aaron took a couple of steps.
“You’re limping,” Walter pointed out, not very helpfully, Aaron thought.
“I fell out of a tree.” Aaron cringed, waiting to be told how foolish he’d been to climb it in the first place.
Walter only sighed and offered his own big hand to Aaron. “Up with me. No sense in soaking your sister or anyone else.”
Aaron frowned in confusion. He’d expected a slap at the very least, and a solid chewing out. He let go of Lin’s hand and took his father’s instead.
The ease with which Walter hefted him up reminded Aaron of Valen’s strength. It was an inappropriate comparison yet there nonetheless.
“Hold on,” Walter said, as if Aaron didn’t know how to ride behind another person.
Aaron wrapped his arms around his father and closed his eyes as his emotional turmoil ramped up. So much had happened in so short a time, and he couldn’t process it.
All he could do was picture Valen’s eyes, remember the sounds he made when he found his pleasure. Aaron let those memories keep him company on the ride back to the village.
Chapter Six
Valen’s first week as his own alpha was uneventful, which was a good thing as far as he was concerned. After sleeping the morning hours away, he and Rivvie would chase down a meal then laze in the sun for a while, enjoying their full bellies. Valen felt no need to hurry up and move on. They didn’t remain in the same place, with Valen only leading them around the forest to the other side of the village where Aaron resided. That was far enough for now. Fortunately, Rivvie didn’t question or nag him about staying in the area.
Eight days after he’d left his original pack, Valen awoke before Rivvie did, when the sun was still out for another few minutes. Something had disturbed his sleep, a sound that didn’t belong, and in addition to that, Valen had been the recipient of strange dreams, something that rarely happened to him. Last night in the dream, he’d been scaling a great cliff. A glance down and he’d nearly fallen. How he’d come to be there didn’t matter. There’d been no seeing the ground below, nor the top of cliff.
A strong and unsteady wind had kept battering at him. Each gust had carried whispered words of doubt to him. He was too weak, too weird, not smart enough or good enough. He’d never succeed, and never reach the pinnacle and freedom.
“No,” he’d shouted. Valen had kept reaching out for a solid grip, had continued pulling himself up, making slow progress.
Then there’d been no more handholds to be found, and the cliff had suddenly slanted at an angle that had assured Valen’s failure. His hands had slipped, as had his feet. He’d been holding on by three fingers, screaming in fury over the injustice of his lot, when a small, soft hand had appeared to him from nowhere.
Everything had stopped, except Valen’s ability to tip his head back.
And there he’d been, so close to the very edge of the cliff, so close to safety. All he’d had to do was
take the hand that was offered him.
The dream—the same one he’d been having for several nights now—played over again in his mind as Valen traipsed to the stream. He was smart enough to know it all had to do with his fears about being a good alpha and his unhappiness about having to leave the pack he’d grown up in. He had his insecurities, though like any strong alpha, he didn’t discuss them. It simply wasn’t done.
Not in the pack he’d come from.
He supposed the hand reaching down to help him had been someone acting as his savior. Valen snorted at that. He sniffed around, trying to find the cause of the noise he’d thought had pulled him from his sleep. When nothing turned up, Valen concluded that it’d all been part of his dream.
Instead of going to the closest part of the stream, he took a run, stretching his legs. When he came to the place where he’d last seen Aaron, Valen stopped.
At the water’s edge, he could still scent the horses and riders from days ago. Valen had hidden away in the brush and watched Aaron, unreasonably concerned for the man.
Something had seemed off about him as Aaron had sunk beneath the cool surface. Just when Valen had considered diving in and pulling Aaron from the water, he’d shot up, gasping and slinging his wet hair back. There’d been a melancholy about him that Valen still found worrisome.
At least no one had tried to harm Aaron. That was why Valen had hung around. He’d felt sort of responsible for the man after bringing him to such a release, and there’d been hints in the conversation they’d shared that had made Valen think humans might still be practicing violence, even against their own pack or village members.
But Aaron had been treated carefully. Valen hadn’t liked seeing him pressed so closely to another man, which was ridiculous. Valen had no claim on him. Also, a good whiff and Valen had known that the man Walter was Aaron’s father.
“Figured I’d find you here.”
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