by Odessa Lynne
“I forgot about it too,” Salvadore admitted, resisting the urge to reach up and feel for the teeth marks. He didn’t want the reminder. “It’s fine.”
“It shouldn’t be.”
“It must not’ve been that bad.”
“You were injured.”
Wolf seemed ready to say more but Salvadore made a frustrated sound and removed his hand from Wolf’s neck. “I thought you were trying to prove to me you could make me feel good. Talking about this shit doesn’t make me feel good.”
Wolf released Salvadore and put his hands against the tree on either side of Salvadore’s head. Claws dug into the bark, loud in Salvadore’s ears, and Salvadore tensed. Wolf stared at him, saying nothing for a long moment, his gaze raking over Salvadore, his bright eyes glittering in the rising light.
Salvadore swallowed but couldn’t turn his gaze away.
Wolf finally spoke, his voice as deep as the shadows surrounding them. “I want to prove to Eebaenetakim that I’m the better mate for you, but I can’t challenge him. He’s already accepted my claim on you.”
“Why do you even care what he thinks?”
“Because he’s your friend.”
“He’s not my friend. I don’t have any friends.” He had family, and the only person he’d thought of as a friend had lied to him—used him, and he sure as hell didn’t want to think about him right now. Paul was an asshole and Salvadore would never remember their time together without remembering just how big a fool he’d been.
“He’s something to you.”
“I just met him yesterday, for God’s sake.”
“I can feel it when you speak of him. Do you want him to mate you?”
Salvadore had had enough. His dick had started to go soft on him. He couldn’t do this if he had to think too much. Not even for the promise of not having to worry about other wolves trying to stake a claim on him and fuck him. He exhaled roughly and breathed in the chill air and reached up and gripped Wolf’s head between his hands. “Fuck this. Either kiss me or get the fuck away from me.”
Wolf growled.
Salvadore mashed his mouth against Wolf’s and Wolf cut off the sound with a startling abruptness that suited Salvadore just fine.
He might have initiated the kiss, but he never had control of it. Wolf reached down and his hand landed on Salvadore’s ass, jerking him away from the tree and tight into his body.
Salvadore liked the pressure against his dick. He twisted his hands into Wolf’s hair and held on as Wolf turned them into the open air and then dropped to his knees, dragging Salvadore down with him. Salvadore’s back hit the ground just hard enough to jar his breath out of his lungs.
Wolf’s rumbling growl returned. Salvadore kissed Wolf desperately hard and the sound faded.
His dick wasn’t having the same second and third thoughts that kept trying to push their way from the back of his mind to the front.
When Wolf’s lips slid away from Salvadore’s mouth, Salvadore sucked in a few ragged breaths. “Do you guys ever suck each other off?”
Wolf’s mouth left a trail of damp skin along Salvadore’s throat. “Rarely during heat.”
Salvadore bit his bottom lip as Wolf shoved up the bottom of Salvadore’s t-shirt and put his hot mouth against Salvadore’s belly. At the first contact of mouth to flesh, Salvadore barely held back a whimper.
He looked down at the top of Wolf’s head. From that angle, there was nothing to remind him that Wolf wasn’t human. “I’ll suck your dick if you want.”
“That’s not a good idea,” Wolf said, raising his head, his voice deeper than before, his eyes piercingly intent, their brightness an unsettling reminder of how very much not human he was.
“Why not?”
“It would be dangerous.”
“Oh.” Salvadore rubbed his hand along his uncovered belly. “Well, I guess it’s just a fuck then.”
“It’s not just a fuck,” Wolf said, slipping into his own language, leaving Salvadore struggling to understand him. “You’re my heat mate. What we do with heat mates is never just a fuck. We fuck.”
“Ah,” he said, although he didn’t understand the difference at all.
Wolf’s cheek caressed Salvadore’s soft bulge through the fabric of Salvadore’s pants before he gripped the upper edges of the waistband and tugged Salvadore’s fly open. “I’ll suck your dick, but I doubt it will last long enough to satisfy you.”
Salvadore swallowed and stared up at the sunlight beginning to streak through the trees. “If you want,” he said. Meaning, “God, yes,” because he loved having his dick sucked almost as much as he liked sucking another man’s dick. Something about the wet heat of a mouth and lips wrapped tight around him…
Salvadore’s dick started getting hard again, blood surging heavy and warm through his veins.
“I expected you to be more… feral,” Salvadore said. “Less controlled.”
“My first real heat cycle hasn’t hit me yet,” Wolf said, dragging his face along Salvadore’s underwear in a way that made Salvadore wonder just how drug-like his scent was to Wolf. Wolf’s voice darkened, turning graveled and deep. “When it does… after all the drugs, feral isn’t far from how I’ll behave with your scent drawing me in. That’s why we have to mate now.”
Wolf shuddered then and Salvadore felt it bone deep through his thighs where Wolf’s weight pressed him into the earth. He reached for Wolf’s head again, burying his fingers in Wolf’s thick hair, more misgivings than he could face wending through him. “You said you wouldn’t hurt me, that you’ll fight them all off for me if anything happens. I’m holding you to that.”
He’d tried to sound demanding. Instead, he’d sounded breathless and weak. His jaw clenched. “I mean it. I’m holding you to that,” he said again and this time, anger—at himself, at being forced into this situation by those assholes holding Chen and El, at Wolf, just for being a fucking wolf—kept his voice from weakening.
“You are mine,” Wolf said. “I won’t let anyone take you away from me.”
“You won’t let anyone hurt me,” Salvadore said sharply. “That’s not the same thing.”
“Yes,” Wolf said, his voice holding a quality that made Salvadore push up on his elbow and tug at Wolf’s hair.
Wolf’s teeth scraped Salvadore’s lower belly.
Salvadore yelped and tugged harder.
Wolf raised his head and roared at him and Salvadore jerked his hand away, unintentionally taking a few strands of hair with him.
Wolf silenced his roar but he continued to breathe fast and hard, and Salvadore stared back at him, his own inhales coming fast enough that he started to feel lightheaded.
What the fuck had he been thinking when he let himself agree to this?
Chapter 11
Wolf’s hands slid along Salvadore’s waist and then he yanked Salvadore’s pants and boxers right out from under him, down over his ass and halfway down his thighs. Without hesitation, Wolf pushed the bridge of his nose against the soft flesh of Salvadore’s balls and drew in a sharp sniff.
“God,” Salvadore said, for lack of anything else coming to mind. His stomach quivered and his thighs too, and he couldn’t imagine what the hell he’d been thinking to even let Wolf get this far.
He didn’t want to do this. How could he? The wolves liked to say they were peaceful people, but Salvadore had yet to see much of that proven. His own experiences said the wolves were vicious and deadly and that if he didn’t want teeth ripping out his spine, he would have to bend over and take it, whether he wanted it or not. He hadn’t had to think hard about which he preferred up to this point. Death had seemed the saner choice.
But just as his fear made it easy to say he didn’t want this, his fear also made it impossible for him to change his mind now that he’d agreed.
Wolf would keep the others away from him. And maybe… maybe Wolf could help him in other ways, ways that would free Chen and El and keep Salvadore from the disaster looming a few years
down the road. And then there was Tyler. If—
Wolf’s smooth cheek brushed across Salvadore’s semi-hardened dick and Salvadore’s thoughts jumped tracks. Then Wolf’s mouth closed around Salvadore and Salvadore couldn’t have told anyone what the hell his reasoning was for anything.
Wolf’s warm lips slid along Salvadore’s penis. Salvadore’s throat closed tight around a groan. His eyes closed and all he could feel was the wet heat centered at his groin.
Salvadore felt his pants dragging down over his legs and he realized Wolf was sucking him off and stripping him at the same time. His boots came off, and then the cool air touched the shin and calf muscle of one leg and then the other.
And then chill air swirled around his dick and Salvadore’s eyes snapped open. “No, no, no,” he said, reaching out for Wolf’s head.
Wolf grasped Salvadore’s wrist and held it, lowering his head again. His tongue dragged across Salvadore’s balls.
“No!” Salvadore said, desperate to stop Wolf before—
“Submit!”
Salvadore couldn’t help it. He giggled. Wolf’s growl stopped almost immediately as he reared up and stared down at Salvadore.
“My balls are ticklish,” Salvadore said, the urge to laugh gone as quickly as it’d arrived. Wolf’s penetrating stare didn’t look all that funny.
“Your laugh…” Wolf said slowly, his gaze settling on Salvadore’s face. “I want to hear it again.”
“I… can’t make myself laugh just because you want me to.”
Wolf’s head tilted. Then he dropped between Salvadore’s thighs again and licked Salvadore’s balls until Salvadore had to gasp around his laughter just to breathe.
“Stop!” he finally managed to gasp out. “Stop! Please!”
Wolf raised his head, his eyes glimmering. His lips pulled back and he made a sound that Salvadore couldn’t interpret.
“Shit,” Salvadore said. He sucked in air while he could. “Shit, you gotta stop. I’m dying here.”
Wolf lowered his head.
“Oh my God… please… sto—” Salvadore’s plea got lost in a startled gasp.
Wolf’s tongue had gone lower, leaving his balls behind and tracing a hot wet trail straight to Salvadore’s asshole.
Salvadore twisted, trying to get away, but Wolf’s hands landed on the back of Salvadore’s thighs, pushing Salvadore’s knees almost to his chest and holding him in place with a strong grip.
“Oh my God.”
He’d actually never had anyone lick his asshole before. He wasn’t sure he liked it, wasn’t sure he was comfortable with how long it’d been since he’d had a chance to really clean himself, but then Wolf’s tongue laved across his sensitive hole again and Salvadore became positive he’d never liked anything more.
“Oh my God,” he said again, gasping and weak.
He wanted to be fucked, and at that moment, he didn’t care if it was another man or Wolf who did it. He wanted a dick in his ass right then.
“Fuck me.”
Wolf’s tongue flickered over him again.
“Oh my God, just fuck me.”
Wolf scraped his face along the inside of Salvadore’s thigh. Salvadore missed Wolf’s tongue immediately.
“Are you begging?” Wolf asked, and then his teeth bit down on Salvadore’s inner thigh.
Salvadore yelped. He smacked at Wolf’s head with one hand. “You asshole.”
Wolf raised his head and showed his teeth. His voice dropped even lower and then something touched Salvadore’s puckered hole. “This is the asshole.”
Salvadore didn’t even think about it, he just raised his leg and tried to lock his knee around Wolf’s neck.
Wolf caught Salvadore by the thigh and pushed Salvadore’s leg out of the way. He knelt over Salvadore, and Salvadore couldn’t miss the long hard bulge in front of him. If it hadn’t been angled in such a way inside Wolf’s pants, there could be no doubt the end of his dick would have been sticking out of his waistband.
Salvadore swallowed past the tightness closing his throat. He’d never seen a dick that long and thick before except on a veo screen. He’d certainly never fucked one.
Wolf’s hands blocked Salvadore’s view as Wolf opened his fly, and then Wolf removed something from his pocket and pushed his trousers down over his thighs.
Salvadore couldn’t seem to pull his gaze away from Wolf’s long penis, thick and thin-skinned, but not that different from an uncircumcised human penis. It jutted out over Salvadore’s groin, moisture glistening at the tip, and as Salvadore swallowed the sudden rush of saliva flooding his mouth, that moisture dripped down into the thick hair curling around Salvadore’s own dick.
God, he wanted Wolf’s dick. He hadn’t thought he would, but just the look of that long, thick penis fascinated him and he wanted to touch it almost as bad as he wanted to taste it.
“Take this,” Wolf said, offering Salvadore a small blue jar. His eyes had a glassy look to them that hadn’t been there before. “Quickly.”
Salvadore reached for the jar. “What is it?”
Wolf dropped forward onto his hands and stalked up Salvadore’s body, his claws digging deep into the earth beside Salvadore.
Salvadore clenched his fingers around the warm jar and followed Wolf’s progress with bated breath.
“It’s time for us to mate,” Wolf said. “Prepare yourself.”
“What—”
“The container holds lubricant to prevent chafing and pain. Use it.”
“Oh.” Salvadore nodded, the back of his head scratching at the leaves under him. He hadn’t thought that far ahead—hadn’t allowed himself to, to be honest, but he still felt an enormous relief at the sight of the small jar Wolf had put in his hand.
He twisted it open, raised it to his nose, and sniffed. A musky, sharp scent hit the back of his throat and he almost coughed at the smell. He lowered the jar beside him and looked at Wolf with disbelief. “You guys like this smell?”
“It is… appealing, yes.”
“It’s like sticking your nose in some guy’s armpit after he’s had a hard day in the sun.”
A rumble started in Wolf’s chest, vibrating through Salvadore where they touched. “Use it. Now.”
Salvadore almost fumbled the jar. “Okay, okay, I’m using it.” He took some of the lube and started rubbing it on himself. His asshole was wet with Wolf’s saliva already and he found his hole ready to take his fingers without much resistance at all.
But it had only been a week or so since—
No. He wasn’t going to think about the last time he’d been fucked.
“I’m ready,” Salvadore said, pulling his legs in a little tighter to his chest and offering himself to Wolf. They had a bargain and Salvadore wasn’t going back on his word. “Fuck me.”
The forest wasn’t quiet, but the only thing Salvadore could hear was his own pounding heartbeat and Wolf’s rapid breathing. Then Wolf reared up, his body bowing and he roared, so loud and shocking that Salvadore froze in place.
Wolf dropped back to the ground over Salvadore and started rutting against him, his cock dragging along Salvadore’s sweaty skin. “Mine,” Wolf said, in the wolves’ language.
“I don’t—” Understand, Salvadore finished in his head. Wolf had chosen that moment to push his thick cock into Salvadore’s ass. All he could get out after that was, “Unhhh,” because Wolf’s dick felt bigger than it had looked now that it was sliding into Salvadore.
Salvadore started to sweat and he tried to relax but he couldn’t seem to breathe. He grabbed for Wolf’s shoulders.
Wolf loomed over him, his lips pulled back, his eyeteeth exposed to Salvadore’s view, his cock thrusting deep inside Salvadore’s ass.
“I can’t do this,” Salvadore said, his voice tight and high. “I need—I just—” He turned his head away, staring at the base of the twisted tree he’d backed up against earlier. His vision grayed at the edges and the forest took on a surreal darkness. His fingers dug into Wol
f’s tight muscle. “Fuck.”
Something warm turned his head—Wolf’s hand on his face. Claws flickered at the edges of his peripheral vision.
“I’ll take care of you,” Wolf said, and he slowly thrust forward, once, twice, three times, until Salvadore blinked and realized his breathing had slowed and a comfortable heat had started to pool in his cock and balls.
God. He didn’t need someone to take care of him. He was stronger than that, wasn’t he?
“Promise me,” Salvadore said. “Promise.”
“I’ll take care of you, you have my word.” With that, Wolf buried his head against Salvadore’s chest and Salvadore could feel the hot spurt of semen in his ass. He wrapped his legs around Wolf’s waist and rode out what he thought was Wolf’s orgasm.
But maybe it wasn’t over because Wolf didn’t pull out and he didn’t stop his rutting thrusts and his mouth landed hot and wet on one of Salvadore’s nipples.
Salvadore’s nipples were nearly as sensitive as his balls, and he barely cut off his yelp when Wolf’s teeth closed on the tip of one peak. “No,” Salvadore gasped, trying to wriggle away from Wolf’s mouth.
Wolf’s dick jarred into the spot that always set Salvadore off when someone fucked his ass.
“Fuck,” he gasped out. “Oh my God, fuck.”
Wolf’s claws pricked Salvadore’s waist as Wolf took hold of him and reared back, dragging Salvadore along with him. Then he started to pound into Salvadore, while Salvadore dug the back of his head into the leaves and dirt under him and gasped and groaned like a fucking dying man.
But if he was dying, he was going to heaven. Fire burned through his veins and lit up the back side of his eyelids where he’d squeezed them so tight he wasn’t sure at that moment if he could ever open them again. “Oh fuck, oh fuck…” he chanted.
When he came, his orgasm whipped through him, leaving his thighs and belly and arms trembling and exhausted and his semen splattered across his stomach and dripping down his dick to pool in the hair at his crotch.