by Fel Fern
In response, Sergio pulled him close for a passionate and sudden kiss. Ron clutched at him, hands on his waist, liking the solid feel of him. What was he thinking? Didn’t Michella say Sergio would be glad to hear the news?
Sergio released him, and whispered against his ear, “I love you so fucking much, Ron.”
“Back at you, baby,” Ron replied, ashamed of the tears gathering in his eyes.
“Shh. There’s no need for tears.” Sergio licked them away.
“Dummy, they’re tears of joy.”
“We should continue celebrating. In the bedroom,” Sergio suggested.
“I’m up for that. Carry me there, Alpha.” Ron teased, but he squeaked when Sergio rose and wrapped his strong arms around his lean frame to pick him up.
“Your wish is my command.”
Ron yelped, wrapping his arms around Sergio’s neck. “You better not be lying, buster. I’m about to get heavy in the next few weeks and male pregnancy is different from female ones.”
Chuckling, Sergio carried him securely to the bed room. “I know. Don’t you think I haven’t been reading up and preparing myself?”
Stunned, Ron looked at him. “You are?”
Sergio snorted. “At the rate we’ve been going at it? Please. Michella shoved the damn parenting books in my hands ages ago. I suspected you hid something from me, but this, is an unexpected pleasure.”
“It is?” Ron asked as Sergio lowered him to the foot of the bed.
“Before the alliance, I never thought of starting my own family, but with you by my side, I don’t want anything else.” Sergio knelt, undoing the laces of his sneakers.
“I should get knocked up more often,” Ron remarked, feeling like royalty.
Sergio laughed, and took off his shoes. Eager to help him along, Ron peeled off his shirt and helped Sergio out of his. Seeing the hard muscles of Sergio’s chest, Ron licked his lips. Certainly a sight he would never get sick of. Noticing Ron staring, Sergio grinned, and undid the top button of Ron’s jeans, then his fly. Impatient, Sergio practically yanked Ron’s bottoms and boxers off, unveiling his thickening cock.
“You, too, Alpha.” Ron nodded to Sergio’s jeans. Complying, Sergio stepped out of them and returned to his position, kneeling between Ron’s legs. The sight of their positions reversed made his heart gallop. Outside and in the bedroom, Sergio took control and Ron liked being under his command, but in rare occasions, Sergio rewarded him for good behavior.
Threading his fingers into Sergio’s hair, Ron groaned when Sergio licked away the pre-cum gathered at his tip.
“Sergio.” Ron moaned when Sergio ran his tongue from root to crown, taking his time to taste Ron’s arousal. “Please.”
The magic word did wonders. Sergio wrapped his lips around Ron’s half erect dick, and began to work. He applied careful suction with every inch he covered, making Ron’s toes curl and his insides warm. Some days, Ron still couldn’t believe his fucking gorgeous and powerful Alpha chose him out of everyone, as his mate. Watching Sergio work beneath his fluttering lids was a pleasure. The way Sergio’s back muscles bunched, the movement of his head moving up and down, slowly driving Ron to his limits.
His cock throbbed, close to bursting, but Ron remembered Sergio’s rule. Ron’s orgasms belonged to Sergio, just like his body and wolf, heart and soul. A moan spilled out of him, one that turned to frustration when Sergio pulled his mouth off of his prick.
Ron gave him a frustrated whine, Sergio left a kiss on his inner thigh.
“Lie on the bed. I need to taste the rest of you,” Sergio commanded.
Ron sighed when Sergio blanketed his body with his. The press of Sergio’s heated skin against his own, amazing. His member tightened at the simple contact, thickening as Sergio took his lips again. Sergio left a trail of soft kisses down his throat, like the gentle pelt of rain, before turning possessive. Taking Ron’s left nipple in his mouth, Sergio sucked, before biting down. Body buckling, Ron grabbed his shoulders as Sergio left another bite on his right nipple.
Sergio continued his work, alternating between bites and kisses, until he reached Ron’s dick. He placed a kiss there, before closing his mouth over Ron’s straining cock. Sergio took Ron’s prick between his lips, sucking hard, sealing his sensitive dick with heat. Ron buckled and squirmed, but Sergio held him steady, hands like steel on his thighs. He bobbed his head up and down, a sight to see. Ron knew he was close to bursting, but Sergio withdrew his mouth from his shaft. Sergio then dragged his tongue down Ron’s cock head and length, teasing Ron, seeing if would disobey.
“Very good, baby,” Sergio said. Ron squealed when he felt Sergio’s tongue prodding at the puckered rim of his hole. “Keep still.”
Ron tried, but Sergio’s tongue, circling his hole, made it hard. Sergio slid his tongue into his hole, tongue-fucking him. Ron could imagine it was Sergio’s cock, pushing deep into his most intimate place. Like before, Sergio stopped when Ron was on the verge of coming. He rolled off Ron.
Groaning in frustration, Ron watched Sergio from the corner of his eye. The Alpha retrieved lube from a drawer, before taking position between Ron’s legs. Ron sighed in relief when Sergio lifted his legs on his shoulders. Their wolves wound around each other in an intimate embrace, two pieces fused into one.
“Finally.”
“Behave. Don’t tempt me to bend you over my knee and punish you, Ron,” Sergio moaned.
“But you—” Ron didn’t bother explaining. With lubed fingers, Sergio applied a generous amount down his crack. When Ron tried rubbing against him, Sergio slapped at his thigh.
“One more strike, baby,” Sergio said, although his tone was fond.
“Please, Sergio. I need in me.” Ron’s begging did the trick. Sergio pushed his cockhead into Ron’s waiting hole. Letting out a whimper, Ron pulled Sergio to another kiss. Sergio sunk his member in hilt-deep, and deepened the kiss. Hands free, Ron sunk his fingers into Sergio’s shoulders. Sergio didn’t seem to mind the nail marks Ron left behind. In fact, they seem to spur him forward.
Sergio began to move, slow at first, before building momentum. He reduced both of them to panting messes.
“Faster. Harder,” Ron whispered. Sergio’s pupils turned pure gold.
Growling softly under his breath, Sergio complied. He shifted the angle of his hips, hitting Ron’s sweet spot. A gasp tore out of Ron, breathy and long. Eyes widening, Ron gripped Sergio harder as the Alpha repeatedly targeted his prostate. Ron could feel the swell of Sergio’s knot now, reaching for him and binding their bodies in the most intimate way shifters could be. Knotting was one of the reasons Ron got pregnant so quickly in the first place, but he didn’t mind. He liked knowing the unbreakable connection between Sergio and him. It was the ultimate show of trust.
“Give it to me, baby. Your release,” Sergio whispered against his ear, at the same time reaching for Ron’s tormented shaft. Pumping Ron’s prick in quick strokes, Sergio managed to hurtle Ron over the edge. Seeing stars, Ron’s mind reeled. The muscles in his body relaxed, tension ebbing away, as he exploded, his cum spilling all over Sergio’s fingers.
“Good little wolf.” Growling, Sergio followed seconds later, emptying his seed inside Ron. Unknotting Ron, Sergio collapsed on top of him. Still feeling boneless and languid, Ron reached out to stroke Sergio’s back.
“Wow,” Ron spoke up later.
“Yeah, give me a second,” Sergio answered.
Ron kissed the side of his jaw. “Let’s stay like this for awhile.”
Sergio wholeheartedly agreed. Ron must have fallen asleep, because the next time he woke, Sergio had cleaned the mess up and a blanket had been thrown over him. He found his mate stretched out beside him, watching him intently.
“Shower together?” Sergio suggested.
“Hell yes.” Ron couldn’t help but laugh when Sergio tried to squeeze his large frame inside the tiny enclosure with him. They definitely needed a bigger shower. He turned the water on, wondering if Sergio had s
omething else in mind. Ron had a feeling round two wasn’t far behind, judging by the woody Sergio spotted. Not that Ron’s own prick was awake again.
“Very funny,” Sergio mused. “But I’ve let you go too far, pup. Place your hands flat on the wall.”
When Ron didn’t move immediately, Sergio gave him a scary and expectant look. Ron obeyed, keeping his legs apart, his hands on the wall. Breathing hard, he waited for Sergio’s hand to descend. The first smack to his left ass cheek caught him unaware. The second one made Ron groan. Sergio’s light spankings were always an instant turn on.
The fifth made his balls tighten against his body. When Sergio finished at number fifteen, Ron breathed a sigh of relief as Sergio grinding his body against his back. If he turned, he could see Sergio’s hand prints lining his buttocks in the mirror.
“That’s my good pup. See how your ass is a lovely shade of red?”
Sergio tilted his chin and gave him a searing kiss.
“Sergio.” All Ron could do was utter his name. He felt the press of Sergio’s thick cock, pressing up against his ass. Still stretched from their earlier love making, Sergio entered him easily, without resistance. Heart hammering, Ron groaned as Sergio sheathed himself completely.
“Keep your hands there,” Sergio reprimanded when Ron faltered. His insides turned to jelly when Sergio’s other hand reached for his shaft. The Alpha timed his thrusts in tune to his hand movements, bringing Ron to orgasm in a matter of seconds.
“You may come, baby,” Sergio said. Shuddering, Ron enjoyed the waves of pleasure assaulting his body. Sergio erupted inside him again, growling his release. Then Sergio turned him, pressed their foreheads together, and said the three damning words Ron could never be sick of.
“I love you.”
“I love you more,” Ron said, sheepish smile on his face.
They took turns, washing each other’s backs. He let Sergio shampoo his hair and towel him off. They collapsed on their bed, exhausted. Sergio automatically reached for Ron, and Ron happily curled against his warm chest. Ron instantly fell into a deep sleep and he dreamt of tiny wolf pups, yapping and running around Sergio and his feet.
He woke up the next day to an empty bed. Squinting at the clock on the bedside drawer, Ron saw it was nearly noon. He nearly panicked, then remembered it was a Saturday. No shift at the bookstore. He wanted to roll around in bed some more. Cuddle a certain Alpha, but sensing the apartment was empty, he frowned. Checking his phone, he was slightly alarmed to see there were no messages.
“Calm the fuck down. Sergio must have left in a rush because someone’s in trouble.” Ron tried to calm his breathing, but it didn’t help. Sergio was the Alpha, for crying out loud. He could take care of himself, and whatever paranormal nasty he was too busy tangling with to tell Ron. What if Sergio was in trouble, or seriously hurt somewhere?
Quickly dialing Michella’s number, she picked up on the second ring. “Ron, what’s up?”
“Did Sergio rush to an emergency, or something? When I woke he’s not in the apartment.” Ron had been aware how paranoid and overprotective he sounded, but he couldn’t help himself. Sergio and he usually made it a point to update each other about their activities and as Alpha, Sergio was always on the move, handling pack business.
“Well, you can say that. Don’t worry your handsome little head off, Omega. He’ll be home soon.” Annoyed she ended the call before he could ask more questions, Ron let out a huff.
He showered and by the time he finished dressing, he heard the front door open. Through their mate bonds, Ron instantly knew it was Sergio. The insensitive jerk better be ready, because Ron planned to give him a talking to.
“Sergio.” Ron growled, exiting the bedroom, hands on his hips.
“Afternoon, baby. Someone woke up grumpy,” Sergio observed.
Ron eyed him up and down. “Went somewhere?”
Sergio gave him a wolfish grin. Ron wasn’t impressed. He crossed his arms. “I’m waiting for an explanation.”
“Michella said you called, sounding all worried. Heck, she gave me a damn lecture,” Sergio had the gall to say.
“You’re about to get another if you don’t start talking,” Ron said. At his no-nonsense voice, Sergio walked up to him. Kissed him, but Ron gave him a gentle push. “That won’t work, mister. What’s so important you needed to walk out of bed?”
“This.” Sergio pulled out something from his coat. Ron’s heart leapt in his throat at the sight of the tiny black box. Sergio wouldn’t, would he? Speechless, Ron watched Sergio bent one knee, and open the box. Inside, two golden rings glinted. Wedding bands.
“You wear my mark upon your neck. My pack marks. We’re having pups together, so won’t you do me the honors of being my husband?” Sergio asked.
It was unlike Sergio to look so nervous. Hell, it was a little cute how Sergio steadied himself for Ron’s possible rejection—as if Ron would do such a thing, but it was odd knowing he could hurt his powerful mate. Ron clasped his hands together.
“Legally married, like in a real church, with a cheesy band and wedding reception, and everything?”
Sergio nodded, watching him intently.
“Of course, I’ll marry you. Silly Alpha.”
Sergio choked out a laugh. He rose, and Ron offered him his hand so Sergio could slide the ring into his finger. Emotion caught in Ron’s throat. Growing up as an unwanted bastard in the Silverback pack, he’d never thought he’d get any decent future.
Ron had been a curiosity, a novelty, someone to have a good time with once, but never worthy enough to be a mate. With Sergio, he’d found his rightful mate. Finally got the time to start finishing the college degree he never got to finish. He made friends with pack mates who saw him as an equal, someone worthy of their respect. Sergio did really fulfill his promise—to take Ron to his real home.
“We had such a wild time last night, you decided on impulse to get married?” Ron couldn’t help but tease, all his initial anger gone.
Sly Gamma. Michella probably knew what Sergio planned. Heck, she must have accompanied him on his impromptu shopping trip. Planning his revenge early, Ron swore to drag her into all his wedding plans.
Sergio shook his head. “Didn’t I tell you? I knew what you were, the first time we met. Ron Silverback, you’re mine to claim, and mine to keep and love.”
Ron’s eyes filled with tears. Damn the Alpha for making him cry twice in two days. “Well.” Ron let out a shaky breath. “You did kill one Alpha and nearly waged war against a rival pack. I’m touched.”
Sergio pulled him to a hug. “Damn right, baby. Why don’t you get dressed, and we’ll go out to celebrate?”
Ron snorted. “Are you kidding me? I’m going to show off my new ring. Plus, I can finally tell Michella she could start telling everyone you knocked me up. She’s hoping one of the pups is a girl she could dote on.”
“She needs to mind her own fucking business.” Then Sergio grumbled about being hungry from all that shopping, but Ron knew he’d give in. He always did, when it came to Ron.
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Felicia Fern works as a graphic designer during the day, and loves penning erotic romance at night. A sadist who loves watching her heroes and heroines break their backs trying to earn their happy endings, Fel likes throwing in the occasional dash of the unknown to the usual romantic concoction. Her favorite pairings include MM and ménage, and she favors the paranormal.
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