The Happily Ever After Mating Agency Presents Snövarg Island (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour ManLove)

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by Jane Wallace-Knight


  The sea was calm as it sloshed against the dock. He hoped that it signaled an end to the bad weather they had endured over the last few months. He walked to the end of the jetty and leaned against a wooden post as he looked out across the vast darkness before him. He didn’t know much about this Tyler Thompson. The matchmaker had only given their personalities a seventy-two percent compatibility, but he had insisted that he had a good feeling about the match.

  “Watching the water won’t make him get here any faster,” Finn’s familiar voice cut through his thoughts. The man never let anything phase him, which was one of the many reasons Eric needed him so much. Where Eric tended to stress over things, and be something of a hothead at times, Finn was his opposite. Eric, unlike most of his pack, had green eyes and short, dark hair. It was uncommon for an outsider to join their pack, but it wasn’t unheard of. Eric’s own grandfather had come over from France after having met his grandmother on the mainland at a conference. It was his grandfather’s coloring that Eric had, making him stand out from most of his people. Finn had blond hair that was long enough for him to tie up. Pulling his hair loose and running his fingers through the golden strands was one of Eric’s favourite things to do.

  “What’s wrong?” Finn asked as he stopped beside him. His lover’s angular looks were striking.

  “Just apprehensive, I suppose. What if we don’t like him? What if he doesn’t like us? What if he doesn’t like the island? Not everyone is happy to be so secluded, you know,” Eric told him. Finn moved to stand right in front of him before wrapping his arms around his waist and leaning into him. He was wearing a chunky knit, cream-colored jumper that belonged to Eric. Wearing each other’s clothes was normal for them, especially as they were so similar in build and height. They were both six-two and very well proportioned. Their new mate was much smaller than them. He wondered if hugging him would feel strange. Neither Eric nor Finn had ever taken any lovers other than each other.

  “First of all,” Finn said, his calm voice cutting through Eric’s thoughts. “How could anyone not like us? We’re delightful.”

  Eric snorted and buried his nose in Finn’s hair. “We have our moments,” he agreed.

  “And secondly, worrying about it all won’t change anything. He’ll be here tomorrow and then we’ll know. Besides,” Finn told him as he pulled back enough to look into his eyes. “He’s short. If he’s annoying we can just pick him up and put him in a tree.”

  Eric found himself laughing at his mate’s juvenile sense of humor but shook his head in despair for good measure. The two men hugged again, safe and warm in each other’s embrace, protected from the cool ocean wind.

  After a minute or so Eric felt Finn’s mouth move along the shell of his ear, making him shiver a little.

  “Let’s go to the boathouse,” Finn whispered into Eric’s ear, making the alpha wolf smile. The boathouse was a large wooden shedlike structure by the dock. Other than boats there was a lot of camping equipment stored in there, as well as fishing and hunting gear. It was where they had first made love, and where they had spent the early years of their relationship sneaking off to be alone.

  * * * *

  The boathouse was a sparse wooden building that was raised up over the beach and ocean. It was jam-packed with boats and various fishing equipment and had a well in the centre that led to two large doors that opened out to the ocean. Together the pack had a few vessels for fishing and for getting to and from the mainland but they didn’t journey far very often unless absolutely necessary.

  There were fishing nets hanging from the walls and a couple of rowboats mounted up there. There wasn’t a lot of space to get comfortable together, but over the years they had found ways of being creative.

  The only light source was a bare hanging bulb which didn’t exactly cast a romantic atmosphere. That was why they kept candles and matches hidden in the small office where those who worked for their fishing business kept records of everything. Eric suspected that the people who used the office, besides him, knew why the bottom drawer held not only candles, but also lube and massage oils, but he really didn’t care. No one cared really. The two of them may not be mated but the pack wasn’t quite that old fashioned. They weren’t against sex before mating or anything quite that archaic, but Finn wouldn’t officially be given the title of alpha mate until after their mating ceremony and the mating bite that followed.

  As the two of them placed lit candles down on the ground and laid out a couple of sleeping bags on the floor for them to get comfortable on, Eric tried to remember the last time they’d come there. After Eric’s father and brother died a few years ago, Finn had moved into Eric’s family home with him. They had truly spent the last five years living in domestic bliss. Still it was kind of nice to sneak around again like they had as teenagers.

  They couldn’t exactly have gone home to make love anyway. Eric’s younger sister and two nieces had been curled up with them on their bed at home. His older brother had died alongside his father, from an accident at sea, leaving Eric as the unexpected alpha. Growing up, Eric had never considered that anyone would care if he mated with Finn, given that it was his brother who should have been in charge. It had been a shock to the system, that was for sure. His mother had died birthing his sister years earlier, and his brother’s wife had lost her life to grief just a few months after her mate died.

  Their household now consisted of Eric and Finn, Eric’s eighteen-year-old sister Lisa, his two nieces, Inga and Katja, and Finn’s grandmother Elsa. Luckily the alpha house was a large enough one that the two of them could find privacy when they wished. Usually, anyway.

  “You’ve disappeared into your thoughts again,” Finn told him as he stood in the circle of candlelight and pulled off his jumper. Eric’s eyes followed his movements. The soft, flickering lights caught on Finn’s golden, tanned body. He was gorgeous.

  “Just thinking about the first time we snuck in here,” Eric admitted, leaving out the subject of his dead family members. Death tended to be something of a mood killer.

  Finn smiled warmly and began unfastening his jeans. “Which first time? We’ve had quite a few in here.”

  Eric let out a soft laugh and joined his soon-to-be mate. He started undressing himself, his eyes firmly fixed on Finn the entire time. “I mean our very first time.”

  “Ahh, when you gave me a hand job and came in your pants before I could even touch you?” Finn said cheekily, cocking his head to the side and smiling as he reminisced.

  “Yes,” Eric admitted, giving him a mock glare, “that time.”

  “Funny to think we didn’t do it in an actual bed until after we were already living together,” Finn said as he slowly slid his underwear down, letting his half-hard cock spring free. Eric continued undressing, kicking his jeans to the side before holding out his arms to Finn. It wasn’t like Eric’s parents had minded that their son was gay. It was more that they didn’t want him having sex under their roof. They had been the same way with his brother. Things were very different in the shifter world in Eric’s parents’ day. Arranged matings happened all the time, and often the pair wouldn’t meet until their very mating day. At least with Tyler they would have the agreed upon two weeks before the ceremony for them to get to know each other.

  “You were so scared and excited,” Finn whispered against Eric’s mouth as he slowly leaned in for a kiss. “You were shaking.”

  Eric smiled at the memory. “Not you, you were calm. You’re always the calm one.”

  Finn smirked and kissed him again. “We balance each other out, we always have.”

  “That’s why I’m worried,” Eric confessed as he slid his hands down over Finn’s sides and leaned their foreheads together.

  Eric closed his eyes and sighed as Finn kissed him again. He ran his hands over Finn’s naked back, the intimate touch familiar and comforting as always. He pulled his lover in closer so that their naked bodies were flush against each other and slowly moved his hand lower toward Finn�
��s ass.

  “I love you,” he muttered against the other man’s mouth before pulling him in and grinding their hardened cocks together. Finn moaned against his lips and gripped his hair tightly as he pushed his tongue into Eric’s mouth. In a well-practiced move, the two men laid themselves down on the sleeping bags without breaking their kiss. Finn pulled Eric down on top of him, his arms winding around Eric’s neck as their kiss deepened.

  “This is our last night with just the two of us,” Finn said quietly as he looked into Eric’s eyes. He brought his hands up to frame Eric’s face and he stroked his thumb over the alpha’s cheekbone. Eric slowly turned his head and placed a kiss on the palm of Finn’s hand before turning back to look down at him.

  “Whatever happens we’ll always have each other,” Eric promised him. Finn smiled back at him softly before pulling Eric’s head down for another kiss.

  They kept their kiss soft and gentle, savoring every moment of their time together. There was no hurry. They had all night to love each other.

  After a lot of slow, lazy kisses, Eric trailed his hand down over Finn’s side. His lover was such a sensual being and the barest touch between them was usually enough to make Finn horny. He was more like a cat than a wolf, arching into Eric’s touches, luxuriating in them even. Eric began peppering sweet kisses all the way down Finn’s body, stopping at each nipple to lick and tease them.

  The feel of Finn’s hands in his hair, holding him tenderly and guiding him was, as always, erotic. When Eric reached the soft skin of Finn’s abdomen, he began sucking bruising kisses onto the toned flesh, knowing it would make his lover writhe. Finn held himself up enough to watch what Eric was doing, making his abs tight. He could feel Finn’s cock, hard and flushed, as it bumped again his chest, desperate for attention. As he kissed his way over one of Finn’s thighs, he looked up at the man through his thick, dark lashes, knowing that it never failed to excite Finn even more.

  “God, Eric,” Finn moaned, holding eye contact with him before letting his head fall back against the sleeping bags. “Suck me or fuck me, just do something.”

  Eric smirked against Finn’s thigh before placing an apologetic kiss there. He reached for the lube that was still clutched in Finn’s hand and took it from him.

  “Why would I choose when I can have both?” Eric said, still smirking proudly at how desperate he had made his lover sound. Eric squeezed some of the lube onto his fingers and brought them down to Finn’s entrance. While he finger-fucked him nice and slow, he took Finn’s length in his mouth and sucked him right down to the hilt.

  Finn moaned and brought his hand up to his head. “Never get tired of that.”

  The words warmed Eric’s heart and he pulled off of Finn’s cock with a wet pop so that he could slowly kiss his way down the underside. They had been together for so long that they knew every inch of each other’s bodies. They knew exactly what to do and when to give each other the most pleasure. Eric tried to shut off his thoughts about their new mate. It wasn’t doing him any good to obsess over how different things would be, about what an adjustment it would be for them all.

  While Eric continued sucking kisses over the large, pulsing vein, his fingers slid back and forth inside Finn, teasingly slow. Finn’s cock was nice and hard now and when Eric took him back in his mouth he could taste the saltiness of his pre-cum.

  “Oh yes,” Finn moaned. “I love the way you tease.”

  Eric smirked, his mouth still full. He knew exactly how Finn liked it, how he loved to be taken to the edge only to not be allowed over it. Looking up at him, their eyes met and held for a moment. Pulling off slowly, Eric spread his fingers in Finn and began pumping them harder.

  “You want me to fuck you?” he asked, his voice rough and rumbly.

  Finn groaned and let his head fall back. “God yes. Fuck me hard.”

  Smirking again at how undone his lover was, Eric pulled his fingers free and moved back up over him, placing loving kisses on his slightly sweat-damp skin as he went. Once he was over him, Eric leaned down and kissed him softly.

  “Roll over,” he whispered to Finn over the sound of the lapping of the ocean against the sides of the water well. With another moan Finn did as he was told and turned over onto his stomach. It was something they had been doing more and more lately. The urge to take Finn from behind like this was very much an animalistic urge, his alpha wolf coming to the surface. The longer he denied his wolf in taking their mate, biting him and making him theirs, the harder it got. He had also started feeling the urge to breed, to fill his mate up with his seed and keep it there until he was round and full with his pups. He knew that it was something that could never happen, not with Finn anyway, but the urge was there nonetheless.

  He had wanted to mate with Finn since they were young cubs. He even remembered telling him when they were seven that they were going to be mates when they grew up.

  He had waited a long time to be able to mate with Finn, and despite everything, it was finally going to happen. His wolf desired to claim the beta wolf every time they slept together. It was a testament to their strengths, both as men and as wolves, that they had so far resisted. They were both twenty-five and had been resisting since they were sixteen. It had been Finn’s grandmother, the biggest stickler for tradition the pack had, that showed them the old books and found out that three people could, and had, mated in the past. If it was the only way that he and Finn could be together, and remain with their pack, then so be it.

  Once on his stomach, Finn pushed his ass up to rub against Eric’s leaking cock. “You want to fuck me? Fill me up, love?”

  Eric growled low in his throat in warning and grazed his teeth over the back of Finn’s neck, holding him still. It only proved to make both men even harder and without any further ceremony Eric slid deep inside him in one smooth thrust. Once seated deep inside him, Eric stilled and gave them both a moment to just enjoy the closeness. Finn’s skin was slick and warm against his own and Eric buried his face in his lover’s neck, breathing in the musky scent he loved so much. He started moving slowly at first, circling his hips and teasing them both. When Finn was a moaning mess under him, Eric picked up the pace and started pounding into him, just how Finn liked it. His teeth itched to bite down on Finn’s neck as the need inside him grew, but he had gotten good at resisting, at denying himself what he wanted most in this world.

  “Oh fuck,” Finn cried out as Eric fucked into him hard, his cock hitting Finn’s sweet spot brutally. “Yes, just like that. Fuck me like that.”

  His open mouth was hot and wet on Finn’s shoulder and it didn’t take much effort for Finn to lean up slightly and turn his head for a harsh and sloppy kiss.

  The two men rocked together while they kissed, each of them moving in a well-practiced rhythm. After what felt like an eternity Eric felt himself getting close to the edge. He broke the kiss and placed his mouth by Finn’s ear.

  “I’m going to fill you up. Make you full with my cum.” Eric groaned. He knew that later he would feel a little embarrassed about letting his mating instincts speak for him, but in that moment he didn’t care. It was clear that Finn found the idea hot as well as the other man began rutting against the sleeping bags. Finn moaned at the wonderful friction and when Eric finally came inside him, his wolf wanted to throw back its head and howl now that its bitch had been bred. Finn shuddered under him and found his own release, making a sticky mess of the sleeping bags. They stayed locked together for a long time, both of them panting as they came down from the euphoria of their orgasms. Finally, when the sweat on their bodies was starting to cool unpleasantly in the chilly, early spring night air, they pulled apart and turned over, managing to keep the sticky mess in the gap between them.

  For a long time after, they lay there holding hands, looking up at the ceiling. The soft lapping of the water beside them was peaceful and soon Eric found his eyelids growing heavy.

  “Whatever happens with Tyler,” Finn began, as he rolled onto his side and curled i
nto Eric’s warmth, “we’ll be okay.”

  Eric held his dark blue gaze for a moment before finally nodding in agreement. He leaned forward enough to kiss Finn quickly on the mouth before putting his arm around him and pulling him close as sleep started to take him.

  Chapter Three

  Tyler was not a fan of boats. He had never actually been on one before today but now, after an hour and a half spent on a ferry on a rough and choppy sea, he could say without a doubt that he wasn’t a fan. The matchmaker had told him that he would be picked up at Arlanda Airport in Stockholm and driven to the dock where a ferry would be waiting for him. The boat wasn’t all that big but it was sturdy, or so the captain had assured him. The man was a talker and spoke English very well. He was in his late thirties and clean shaven, not what one would expect when they hear that someone is a boat captain. If Tyler weren’t so nervous he would have noted that the man was quite attractive. The boat they were on wasn’t very large but it had a small cabin underneath with a bathroom and a small seating area. It could comfortably hold thirty or so people up top but Tyler and the captain were the only ones aboard. The captain had informed Tyler that Mr. Snövarg often hired him and his boat to collect people from the island or to make deliveries. It all seemed a bit weird to Tyler, like he was being dropped off on a remote, deserted island to be left to the fate of an unknown wolf tribe.

 

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