Knocked Up by His Werewolf Dom [Lone Wolf Pack 2]

by Anya Byrne

  Jessie couldn't even understand himself anymore. He was drawn to Andreas like a moth to the flame, and even if he'd gotten badly burnt before, his attraction to Andreas was such that not even his past could put a damper on it.

  It was probably a good thing that the bell rang, reminding him of his next class. He rushed back to his classroom, hoping against all hope that hammering the details of Macbeth into young minds would keep his own brain off a certain hot Dom-cum-guidance councilor.

  After that, the day passed with excruciating slowness. A lot of kids made comments on the new—and exceedingly hot—guidance councilor. Jessie noted with some pleasure that many of them still eagerly awaited Gavin's return, while others asked him to advise them until Gavin returned. Flattered by their trust, Jessie readily agreed, although he did assure them he had the utmost confidence in Andreas's skills.

  "His skills in bed," an ugly little voice piped up in his mind. Jessie squashed it ruthlessly, not wanting to analyze it too closely. Bad enough that he'd agreed to another meeting with Andreas. He refused to ponder it all throughout his day and did his best to focus on his work. It partially helped, but by the time five o'clock finally rolled in, he was still buzzing with anticipation. It was only when he left the building and headed toward his car that he realized he hadn't made any real arrangements with Andreas. Did the man even know where Jessie lived? Probably, if he'd come here to investigate him.

  He couldn't allow anyone to see him lingering at the school, so he just got into his car and drove away. But even as he did so, he had that strange feeling again, like he was being watched, and that the eyes on him weren't wholly friendly.

  Jessie shivered, wishing more than ever that Andreas could be by his side. It was a ridiculous notion. As safe as he felt with the Dom, he barely knew the man. He realized now that he'd been childish in just stalking away the night before, and he regretted their argument, but the fact remained that they still had a lot of things to clarify—starting with what Andreas truly wanted from Gavin.

  Jessie was very relieved when he at last got to his apartment. He parked the car in front of his building, surreptitiously looking around as he did so. He still experienced that ominous sensation, and because of it, he rushed into the structure, feeling a bit better once he was behind closed doors.

  But it was only in the actual apartment that he forgot about the peculiar feeling, and just because, the moment he went through the door, he knew he had a not-quite-unexpected and definitely not unwelcome guest.

  Andreas stood in the hallway of Jessie's apartment, leaning against the wall and just waiting for him. His gaze fixed on Jessie, freezing him in place. "Hello, pretty."

  Jessie's body instantly responded to the nickname, his cock hardening once again. He dropped his briefcase on the floor and closed the door with his foot, never once looking away from Andreas. He wanted nothing more but to leap into Andreas's arms, or better yet, drop to his knees in front of the Dom and take Andreas's cock in his mouth. But Andreas hadn't given him any instructions beyond arranging this meeting for this evening.

  Andreas just watched him with a strange little smile on his face. "Come here," he finally said.

  Jessie complied, walking toward Andreas like a man in a dream. The moment he was within touching distance, Andreas grabbed his arm and pulled him close. The next thing he knew, Andreas was kissing him again, with the very same hunger he'd displayed in the office, or perhaps, with more. This time, there was nothing that could have made Jessie pull away. Lust flared inside him, hot and bright, and he clung to the other man, grinding against him, moaning into their kiss.

  As good as it felt, it simply wasn't enough, not after a build-up and a wait that had lasted since this morning. With an almost angry growl, Andreas snatched his mouth away from Jessie. Strong frantic hands turned him around and Jessie found himself bent over the counter in the hallway. Andreas then proceeded to shove Jessie's pants and underwear down, and Jessie couldn't bring himself to protest. He just pushed his ass out and wiggled it, wordlessly demanding what he craved and could no longer deny himself.

  They didn't have lubricant close at hand, but Andreas seemed to have come up with a very good solution for that. Parting Jessie's ass cheeks, he stabbed his tongue into Jessie's hole. Shocks of pleasure swept over Jessie, and he gasped, moving back against Andreas, craving more of the taboo caress.

  Andreas tongued the rim with almost excruciating thoroughness, then wormed his slick muscle into Jessie's channel. It felt so freaking good, awakening every single nerve ending in his body. He clawed at the counter, needing something, anything solid to anchor him, to keep him from losing himself in the already overwhelming pleasure. God, if Andreas didn't fuck him soon, this would be over before it even began.

  Thankfully, Andreas at last decided to stop torturing Jessie. He lifted his head, abandoning his ministrations on Jessie's ass. The sound of a belt buckle being worked open and a zipper being lowered notified Jessie of what Andreas had in mind – not that it was very hard to figure out. He heard Andreas spit in his hand, and then groan—which meant that, presumably, he was slicking up his prick.

  Breathless with anticipation, Jessie braced himself against the counter, his ass already greedy for the invasion to come. But Andreas had other ideas. Instead of thrusting into Jessie like Jessie had expected, he suddenly slapped Jessie's ass. Hard.

  Jessie yelped as pain rushed over him, radiating from his exposed bottom. Another blow landed on his other ass cheek and he gasped again. He couldn't even pull away, stuck between the counter and Andreas's body. But then, he didn't want to pull away. The burn of the blows melted into a pleasure he couldn't explain or deny. It was just like with the nipple clamps, and while Jessie realized all too well it might not be something common, he was too lost in the sensations to care.

  "Do you know what happens to naughty subs who refuse their Doms?" Andreas asked. "That's right. They deserve a spanking. Tell me, pretty. Don't you think you deserve to be spanked?"

  Jessie moaned, remembering at the very last moment how to reply. "I... Yes, Master."

  He couldn't even think about anything other than an agreement with whatever Andreas wanted to tell him. In his heart, he knew Andreas wasn't referring to their exchange at the school, but to their argument the night before, the one he himself regretted.

  His thoughts were confirmed moments later. After applying two more slaps on Jessie's ass, Andreas whispered, "Don't ever deny me again, pretty. Don't ever say you regret meeting me. My mate. My Jessie."

  The words held more than sensuality. They held emotion, and they also made Jessie's vocal cords work. "Never again, Master," he replied. "I'm yours."

  Andreas seemed to be satisfied with Jessie's response. Finally, he stopped spanking Jessie. He pressed two gentle kisses on Jessie's buttocks and positioned his cock at Jessie's opening. Slowly, ever so slowly, he pushed his dick into Jessie's channel.

  It was a tight fit. It had been a tight fit yesterday, with the benefit of lubricant and the thorough preparation. Now, with only saliva to work with—and even with the rimjob—Jessie had to admit it hurt. But that was all right, and in fact, it seemed preferable. It made the surreal moment feel a little more genuine, the burn giving Jessie something to cling to when his hold on the counter didn't really work.

  And then, Andreas dropped a kiss over Jessie's nape and murmured, "You're so beautiful," and Jessie was lost again, lost in Andreas's lust for him, in his own passion for the man above him. Andreas fucked him in smooth, steady thrusts, at first taking it slower, allowing him to get used to the penetration. With every second that passed, he moved faster, harder and somehow always managed to strike Jessie's prostate.

  Gradually, the burn subsided, or rather, melted into something different, a nearly agonizing ecstasy that had Jessie moving with Andreas, impaling himself on his Dom's prick. The lingering pain from the spanking added another beautiful layer to it, driving Jessie wild.

  Andreas grunted and growled in his ea
r, his dick filling Jessie over and over again, cutting his breath, making him forget his very identity. At one point, Andreas took hold of his hips, stopping Jessie's motions and beginning to pound with even greater speed and strength, claiming him, branding him from the inside out, burning him with his dominance.

  It seemed to take forever, and yet, not long enough. Every single thrust drove Jessie closer to the edge, until he was hovering at the lip at the abyss, so close to orgasm, yet so far away.

  He didn't know how he hadn't come yet, because his entire body vibrated with sexual energy, with hot, bright lust and the freedom that he'd only ever been able to find in his complete surrender to Andreas. And yet, there was one more thing he needed—one last thing he couldn't quite put his finger on.

  His body knew what his mind did not, though, and he tilted his head, offering his submission to Andreas. Mere seconds later, Andreas bit down on his neck. White-hot pleasure-pain exploded through him and just like that, Jessie couldn't take it anymore. Arching his back, writhing against Andreas, he came, his ass tightening around Andreas's prick. Thrusting one last time inside Jessie, his Dom filled him with his spunk, still holding onto Jessie's neck.

  In that beautiful moment, Jessie truly felt he was one with Andreas, that nothing and no one could separate them. The perfection of it made him wish it could last forever. It didn't—it never did—and slowly, the pleasure settled in a comfortable afterglow. Andreas remained inside him for a while longer, massaging his prostate and sending all the right signals to Jessie's libido.

  When Andreas slid out of him, Jessie turned and reached for his lover. He was more than ready for a second round, but he had to remember how to speak first, so that he could communicate that desire.

  Andreas brushed a lock of sweaty hair from his face, grinning. "I've wanted to do that for the whole day," he whispered against Jessie's lips.

  Jessie could do nothing but nod, breathless, his knees like jelly. Andreas didn't kiss him, but he did rub his fingers over Jessie's mouth. "I don't remember telling you to come," he murmured.

  His commanding tone made Jessie shiver, and his cock harden again. Andreas smirked knowingly, but he didn't press his advantage. Instead, he took Jessie into his arms, leaving Jessie's shoes and lower garments on the floor next to the counter. Distantly, Jessie wondered how in the world Andreas had managed to disrobe him completely, but he decided it must be some sort of Dom superpower he didn't really want to think about.

  Dropping his head against Andreas's shoulder, Jessie relaxed. Andreas hadn't even taken his shirt off, but he still smelled so good, so right, just like Jessie remembered. Jessie felt so impossibly loved and safe in his embrace that he wondered how he could have ever doubted it.

  Andreas carried him into the bedroom and slowly set him on the bed. Jessie refused to let go of his lover, biting the other man's ear and whispering, "I hope you're not planning to just leave me like this."

  To Jessie's credit, Andreas shivered. However, he still freed himself from Jessie's embrace, abandoning him on the bed and taking a few steps back. "We have a conversation pending," he said.

  "Can't it wait until later?" Jessie purred. Seeing Andreas there, within his reach, made him so horny it should have been impossible. He reached for his dick, then changed his mind and fisted his hand in the sheets. "I want you to claim me again."

  Much to his dismay, though, Andreas shook his head. "I wish I could. In fact, there's nothing I want more. But for the moment, it's not possible. Please listen, Jessie."

  Andreas's voice held that undertone of command that made Jessie's eyes cross and his cock hard. He relaxed against the pillows and waited. He'd just give Andreas some time to say whatever he wanted to say, and after that, they could go back to what really mattered. Their union.

  ****

  It was hard to focus when Jessie was in front of him, naked, beautiful, well-fucked and still very much willing for a repeat performance. His inviting smile challenged Andreas's resolve. However, Andreas remained very much aware of the threat still looming over them. He hadn't been able to control himself in the hallway, his wolf needing to reassert his dominance over his mate, to make sure Jessie belonged to him. But now that they'd had sex, the hard part needed to be dealt with.

  "Back at the club, you left before I could finish explaining."

  Jessie tensed, the glazed, lustful look in his green eyes melting into something icier. "You were pretty clear regarding your intentions," he shot back.

  Andreas shook his head and sat onto the bed next to his lover. He took Jessie's hands and kissed them. "No, I wasn't and you know it. Here's the thing. I want everything to be out in the open between us, so I'm going to ask you to be completely honest with me."

  Jessie hesitated. "I will be as honest as I can," he said. "There is one thing I cannot reveal, because it's not my secret to tell."

  Andreas guessed that piece of information must have something to do with Gavin, and he couldn't fault Jessie for his loyalty—especially not under the circumstances. "Fair enough," he replied. "How about I begin?"

  Jessie nodded, now eyeing him with a little less coldness. Andreas took a deep breath, knowing honesty was the best policy in this case, but still a little apprehensive. "I don't know how much you've found out about Saul's nature. You seemed aware of him not being human when we spoke earlier, but I'm not sure you were ever actually told what he is."

  Jessie shook his head, much like Andreas had expected. "They didn't tell me. They said it was too dangerous."

  So Andreas had guessed right, and Saul and Gavin had done their best to protect Jessie from the dangers of the werewolf world. Well, now, whether Jessie wanted to or not, he was involved. In fact, Andreas highly suspected he'd at least brushed the edges of the supernatural from the very moment he'd been born.

  But he'd better start at the beginning, because his abruptness hadn't helped the first time around. "Saul is a werewolf, and so am I," he said.

  When Jessie just stared at him, Andreas decided that it was best to show him. He was already half undressed after what had happened between him and Jessie in the hallway. Releasing Jessie's hand, he abandoned the bed and finished taking his clothes off. Jessie's eyes brightened with interest, which predictably made Andreas's cock react in turn, rising to the occasion.

  Jessie licked his lips and Andreas was sorely tempted to pounce on his mate and thrust his cock into Jessie's mouth, or better yet his ass. There were so many things they hadn't done in bed, because Jessie hadn't been ready. In a way, he still wasn't, and Andreas could wait when it came to sex. But the trust between them remained shaky, and that was one of the reasons why Andreas needed to go through with this. They could only have a relationship if Jessie truly understood what he was getting himself into.

  Taking a deep breath, Andreas summoned his wolf form. As the shift flowed over him, the instinct to possess Jessie became even stronger, more potent. He reined it in with great difficulty, dropping to the floor on four paws and staring at his lover.

  From the bed, Jessie released a gasp. "Oh my God. That's… Holy shit. This is a dream. It has to be some sort of weird dream."

  Carefully, so as not to spook his mate, Andreas padded to Jessie's side. He set a massive paw on the bed, not quite daring to leap onto the mattress lest he frighten his mate. Jessie tentatively reached for him, rubbing his fingers over Andreas's paw.

  The sensations Jessie's touch summoned inside him felt so good that, if he'd been a feline, Andreas would have purred. It wasn't even solely because of the physical caress, although that definitely contributed to it. Rather, it had more to do with the fact that, through that simple gesture, Jessie was showing his acceptance of Andreas's nature. His wolf wanted to crawl on the bed and nuzzle his mate, but Andreas sternly reminded himself now was not the time for that. Maybe later.

  Even as he thought this, Jessie's fingers traveled from his paw to his lupine forehead. Andreas flicked an ear, but Jessie didn't seem startled. If anything, he appeared
to be fascinated by Andreas's closeness.

  "Andreas?" he finally asked. "Is that really you? Can you understand me?"

  In reply, Andreas licked his mate's hand and wagged his tail. He probably looked ridiculous, but he couldn't help himself. In the end, Jessie had reacted far better than he could have which was probably because he already knew that Andreas wasn't human.

  One more check on the list of hard things to do. Andreas wished he could have stayed in his wolf form longer, perhaps get Jessie accustomed to his beast, but they still needed to talk about too many things. He stepped back and shifted into his human shape. "How are you doing so far?" he asked his mate once he could use his vocal cords for speech.

  "Okay," Jessie said. "All things considered, it makes sense. Kind of."

  Andreas wanted to ask what Jessie had been considering, but in the end, it didn't really matter. This wasn't even the most serious part of what he had to tell Jessie, and Jessie had some questions of his own. "One moment," he piped up before Andreas could continue. "Is that why you always end up stuck inside me after we have sex? And do werewolves carry STDs? What does it mean when you bite me?"

  "Werewolves are immune to most human diseases, including STDs," Andreas explained. "As for your first question, yes, my werewolf nature is connected to it. The process is called a knotting, although it doesn't happen every time." The reason for that was connected to Jessie's third question, but that was something he needed to approach with more care.

  Clearing his throat, he added, "As you can imagine, my kind is very keen on this sort of information not coming out. It is forbidden for it to be shared to anyone outside the species. Therefore, I was dispatched to investigate whether you knew about it or not. That was the whole point of me infiltrating your workplace."