by Maggie Walsh
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Haven loved the smell of his mate. It was fresh and earthy, with a hint of pine. He drew in lungful’s of his man’s scent as his head became dizzy from the smell. He knew he was already addicted to Crew’s scent. He knew he wouldn’t be able to mark his wolf with his scent, but he and his cat still wanted to rub against every inch of Crew’s delectable body and mark him as theirs. He ran his tongue over the front of Crew’s throat, up over his Adam’s apple, to his chin, and gave it a small nip. An orgasm-inducing moan escaped Crew’s lips when he nipped him. Haven loved the sound and wanted to hear it again, so he nipped the underside of Crew’s chin again, then smiled when he was rewarded with the sexy sound.
Haven pulled back and stood up. He grabbed the hem of his shirt and ripped the garment up over his head, tossing it away. He reached for his pants and flicked the button, then lowered the zipper. Grabbing the waistband, he wasted no time in divesting himself of the material, and he kicked them aside as he stepped out of them. His eyes never left his mate lying on the bed looking wanton. Crew threw the covers away, exposing his gorgeous toned body. Crew was shorter than his six feet-four and probably about twenty pounds heavier, but the man was built like a brick shithouse. His stomach was flat except for the rippling muscles of his eight-pack that led to a solid chest and tight pecs. A happy trail of golden hair caught his attention and he followed the trail down until it disappeared beneath his briefs. But Haven’s eyes continued their journey down to an impressive-sized bulge under those briefs, then down to strong, perfectly toned thighs. They looked like they could crack a walnut if placed between them.
Crew shifted, lifting his ass off the mattress, and Haven watched as those thigh muscles flexed and moved. Crew slid his briefs down his legs and off his feet, and then tossed the garment away. Haven followed the line of Crew’s leg back up his sexy feet and solid calves. His gaze moved up those incredible thighs and landed on the prettiest cock Haven had ever seen. Crew wasn’t as big as he was, but he was close, and the man was thick as a baseball bat. Damn, he had never seen a cock that thick before. His sphincter tightened at the thought of that pole stretching him wide. Crew’s cock was hard as stone and standing straight up away from his body and a dribble of pre-cum slid down the hard shaft. Haven’s eyes followed the drop until it disappeared in a mat of golden curls.
“Are you just going to stand there staring at my cock all night or are you going to fuck me?” Crew’s voice was deep and full of need. He spread his legs in invitation as he wrapped a hand around the thick pole.
“Oh, baby, I am definitely going to fuck you. I was just admiring my incredibly gorgeous mate and that perfect log you’re holding. Wondering how amazing it will feel when it spears me, opens me wide, and claims me.”
Crew grabbed the lube that Haven had dropped on the bed and opened it, pouring some on his hand. He reached down between his legs, bending his knees at the same time, and pressed a slick finger to his puckered hole. Haven moaned at the sight. “Shit, baby, don’t take half my fun from me.”
“Well then get that sexy ass of yours over here and do it yourself,” Crew said teasingly.
Haven growled from deep in his throat and saw a shiver race down his mate’s body. He grabbed the waistband of his briefs and thrust the item away like it offended him. He stepped out of them and kicked them aside with his pants. He straightened and noticed that his mate’s eyes were glued to his groin. The man stared at his cock like it was the Holy Grail. Crew’s cute pink tongue came out from between his lips and he licked across the bottom one as his eyes darkened. “Shit, you’re huge,” Crew whispered in awe.
Haven was afraid he was going to scare his mate away with the size of his cock. A few of the men he tried to bed clamped up and ran off when they got a look at his cock. A few even called him a freak and said there was no way they were going to allow his monster cock near them. But his mate was looking at his huge shaft like it was the best thing he had ever seen. Like it was Christmas morning and he just opened the one present he was wishing for.
“Gods I want to taste you.” Crew’s voice came out strained and husky. “Fuck, I think it’s gonna take two hands worth of fingers to open me up enough for that beauty.”
Haven’s heart soared from Crew’s words. No one had ever called his twelve-inch cock a beauty. Most men told him they would try to handle the length, but the girth would rip them apart. And no one was ever able to suck him completely down their throats. They always had to wrap two hands around it while they sucked the few inches they could get into them. Very few men had allowed Haven into their bodies. That was one of the reasons he bottomed a lot and learned to appreciate both positions.
He stood there frozen as he watched Crew slide one after the other of his fingers into his body. When he got all four from one hand in, he asked Haven for help.
“Now’s your chance, sweetheart. Bring that gorgeous body over here and help me stretch so I can take that beautiful behemoth into me.”
Crew’s words brought him out of his daze and he climbed onto the bed and positioned himself between Crew’s spread legs. He grabbed the lube and slicked up his fingers. Crew was sawing four fingers into his ass, and Haven pressed two more against his fingers and slid them into Crew’s hole alongside his own. Fuck, Crew had six fingers in him and the wolf was begging for more. Haven pulled his fingers from Crew’s body and pulled his soon-to-be lover’s hand away. Crew whimpered, but Haven didn’t stop what he was focused on. He slicked up his other hand and pressed three fingers from both hands against Crew’s hole. “Gods, yes, do it,” Crew demanded breathlessly. Haven slowly slid the six fingers into Crew’s hot channel, until they couldn’t go any farther. He sawed the digits in and out as he separated them, stretching his mate. “Oh, fuck, Haven! Yes! I’m ready. Please, oh fuck. Please fuck me. I want to feel that monster cock inside me,” Crew begged and panted.
Haven faltered when Crew called his cock a monster. His eyes looked away from the awesome sight of his mate’s body opening for him and he looked at Crew’s face. There was no disgust or fear there. His use of the word monster didn’t hold the same terror that he was used to hearing. Quite the opposite was happening. Crew said the word lovingly, his face was a mask of pure bliss, and his eyes were glazed. Haven couldn’t believe what he was seeing. His mate was actually buzzing with anticipation of having his huge cock inside him. He felt like a king. For the first time in his life, he didn’t feel ashamed of his size. Gods he hoped he fit completely inside his mate. He wanted to experience what it felt like to have his whole cock encased in the warmth of a lover’s silken cave.
He pulled his fingers from Crew’s body and added more lube to his hand, slicking his cock generously. He didn’t want to hurt this amazing man below him. This man who was quickly grabbing his heart and owning it. Suddenly a thought occurred to him. If Crew was so worried about who bottomed and who topped, then why was he so hungry for Haven’s cock to be inside him? From the moment he first said it, all Crew had said was how he wanted Haven to fuck him. He had a closet bottom on his hands. The man loved to get fucked, but was afraid for anyone to know he bottomed. Because of his father’s words and the fact that he was around all these dominant men, his mate didn’t want anyone to know how much he enjoyed getting filled. Haven smiled at the realization. He would be more than happy to help his man get over that fear. Even if he had to fuck him in every room of the pack house, he would.
Haven pressed the tip of his leaking shaft against his mate’s puckered hole and pressed forward. The large helmet spread the outer ring of muscles and entered Crew’s body.
“Yes! Oh my fucking Gods, yes!” Crew screamed out. “More, Haven. Please don’t stop. I want to feel all of you,” Crew begged.
Well who was he to deny his mate what he wanted? But he would take it slow. No one had ever been able to fit his whole cock inside them and he didn’t want to hurt his mate. Haven pressed forward and slowly inched his way inside Crew’s body. Crew arched up off the b
ed as his head shook from side to side and his hands fisted the sheets below him. A moan escaped Crew’s lips that was so damn sexy Haven thought he was going to come just from the sound. His cat roared and scratched to claim their mate. He needed to feel the connection, too. Haven’s eyes shifted and turned into his feline’s as he felt his fangs rip through his gums. He closed his eyes, trying to gain control of his cat. His jaw clenched from the breathtaking feeling of Crew’s inner muscles flexing and moving around his shaft, opening to allow his cock to slide in and then gripping him tightly. Haven was in total bliss as he pressed forward. His head fell back on his shoulders, eyes closed, and his mouth open as he panted and moaned his pleasure.
He was so lost in the feeling of being inside his mate and all the emotions swirling around inside him that his eyes flew open in surprise and his head snapped down when he felt his balls touch Crew’s ass. He stared at where their bodies were joined and he was lost in the sight. He was fully encased by his mate’s body. Not an inch of his cock was to be seen. His balls pressed against Crew’s smooth skin and his wiry curls mixed with Crew’s as he pressed his groin against his lover’s balls.
Holy motherfucking son of a bitch, sweet ecstasy. How? He was shocked at the sight in front of him. He couldn’t believe he was fully seated inside his mate. His eyes quickly shifted to look at his mate’s face, expecting to see pain and horror there, but instead he found a man who was lost in the pleasure. Crew’s face was relaxed, his eyes closed and lips parted as he panted. Exquisite moans and whimpers escaped his lips. He watched in awe at the sight of his mate’s face. Crew’s eyes opened, his gaze meeting Haven’s, and Haven gasped from the look in his mate’s eyes. They were full of desire, passion, need, and…love. Was that love he was seeing mixed in with all those other emotions?
“Move, Heaven. Please move,” Crew begged. Haven didn’t have the heart to correct his mate when he called him heaven instead of Haven. He could see in Crew’s eyes that he said what he meant. Haven’s heart clenched, then filled with joy―he liked it that Crew called him heaven.
Haven pulled back slowly until just the tip remained and then thrust forward again. Never before had he experienced such intense bliss.
Haven grabbed onto Crew’s hips and began a steady rhythm. As his thrusts increased, Crew began to babble and thrash below him. He begged and pleaded for Haven to take him, to make him his. Haven lowered his body over Crew’s and held himself up by his forearms. He captured Crew’s lips in a heated kiss as his hips began to snap against Crew’s body. Crew threw his arms around Haven’s shoulders and held him tight as he began to move his hips, meeting Haven thrust for thrust. Haven devoured his mate’s mouth. He couldn’t get enough of his taste. He wanted to stay right here inside his mate’s body with his tongue and his cock, as he lay pressed against him, encircled by Crew’s arms.
This was it―this was the pleasure he sought his whole life. He was here and he never wanted to leave it. Crew pulled his lips away and opened his eyes. Beautiful emerald-green eyes stared into his. “Do you feel it, too, Haven? Do you feel like you’re finally where you were always meant to be?”
“Yes, baby. I feel it,” Haven whispered in awe. Crew said in words exactly what he was feeling.
“Claim me, Heaven. Make me yours.”
“Heaven, huh?” Haven asked with mirth.
“Yes. You are my heaven. Take me.”
Haven lowered his head and licked the side of Crew’s neck where it met his shoulder and he struck, sinking his teeth into the smooth, delicious flesh of his mate.
Crew’s blood coated his tongue, and Haven finally knew what ambrosia tasted like. One drop, one taste, and he already knew he was addicted to his mate’s blood. His hips thrust faster as he drew more of the intoxicating fluid into his mouth.
Crew’s fingers thrust onto his hair fiercely and tightened on the strands. Haven groaned from the sensation. He felt like he was being claimed at the same time he was claiming. Crew’s body drew him in and his blood gave him life. There were too many sensations at once, that Haven felt dizzy from it. The feel of Crew’s body pulling him in, and wrapping around him. His legs wrapped around Haven’s waist, locking them together, his arms holding him intensely as his fingers kept Haven’s lips pressed against his throat. Their sweaty chests sliding against each other, all mixing in with the incredible taste of his mate, and the intoxicating smell of him surrounding Haven’s head.
His sac pulled tight against his body and an electric current shot down his spine. He thrust hard one last time and his body stiffened as his seed exploded out of him, filling his mate’s hole. His body reacted and he shot a second load as he felt and smelled Crew’s release between them, Crew screaming out his name to the heavens.
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Micah and the rest of the pack sat around the kitchen table enjoying their dinner, when suddenly two bodies appeared on the center island. All conversation ceased, forks stopped mid journey to mouths, and glasses froze in place as eyes and mouths hung open in shock at the sight before them. Not a sound was heard in the room except for the echoing scream of Crew’s voice as it yelled out Haven’s name. Then they were gone.
Everyone remained frozen, staring at the empty spot. Micah slowly lowered his fork to his plate and looked down the table at his family.
“I guess Crew got claimed,” Bailey whispered, breaking the spell.
Roars of laughter erupted and wide smiles crept over their faces. “I knew it. You owe me fifty bucks,” Xander said to Xavier as they both laughed.
“How the fuck did they do that?” Christian asked.
“I don’t know but I want to try it.” Taylor laughed.
“Crew got his gift. Teleportation,” Aaron informed them.
“No shit?” Gabriel asked in shock. He shook his head and his shoulders slumped as he looked down.
“What’s the matter my hunka burning love?” Taylor asked and caressed Gabriel’s back.
“Everyone has their powers except for me and Cass. I don’t get it.”
“I don’t have mine yet, Gabe,” Aaron said.
“Me either,” Bailey added. “But then again, I’m only nineteen, so I don’t expect to see them for a while.”
Micah looked to Cass and he nodded. Cass took a big breath and let it out slowly. “Actually, Gabe…” his voice trailed off.
Gabriel’s head snapped up and he looked at his brother. “You too?” Cass nodded. “When? What did you get?”
“It started a few hours after I woke up after the battle in the Underworld. Scared the shit out of me and I didn’t know what to do, so I didn’t say anything until I could figure out how to control it. But that’s not working. Micah and Jesse found me today out back trying to practice.”
“And we think Cass needs some help with learning how to control it,” Micah said.
“What is it?” Gabe asked again.
“Phen,” Micah said and looked to Phenex. “We may need your expertise with this one.”
“Whatever you need. Cass, what can I do for you?” he offered.
“I sneezed, and a wave of power came out of me and blew a hole through my closet door,” Cass explained hesitantly. Everyone looked at him in shock. “The next morning I woke up, and I felt really angry for some reason and when I looked down at my hands, I had a blue glowing ball in each. Like the ones we saw in the Underworld.”
“Those are demon powers. You shouldn’t have them. How do you have them?” Phenex asked in confusion.
“That’s why we figured Cass may need your help. Is there anything you can do to help him learn how to use his powers?” Jesse asked. “I was thinking maybe Ryx or Laylen?”
“That’s a good idea, son,” Phenex answered. “I’ll talk to them and Lord Lucifer. See if one of them can come to help you, Cass. I don’t think he’ll have a problem with that.” Phenex stood up and headed toward the wall.
“Where are you going? We’re right in the middle of our meal,” Ryland asked.
“I’l
l be back soon, dearheart. I need to talk to Lord Lucifer and ask him if he knows how Cass has demon powers. I’ve never heard of this before.”
“What should I do until then?” Cass asked nervously.
“Don’t get angry. Try to stay calm at all times,” Phenex instructed and disappeared through the wall.
“Well that’s easier said than done,” Cass mumbled under his breath.
“Don’t worry, brother. You’re not alone. We’ll do whatever we have to do to help you,” Gabe said with conviction. Cass met his gaze and gave his big brother a weak smile as he nodded.
Chapter 5
He felt as if the world had shifted around him and became something new, something better. He couldn’t believe his luck when Haven stripped off his briefs and he got his first look at the monster cock that hid within. He had thought that Dirk and J.C. were big, but they were nothing compared to his mate. Haven had to be at least twelve inches long and his girth was like having two cocks fused together. He was thick himself, but never before had he seen a cock as thick as Haven’s. And right now he was the luckiest fuck in the world because that beautiful cock was ramming into him, filling him up, and taking his breath away. Haven bit into his neck and Crew saw stars. His body felt like it was on fire and floating at the same time. His orgasm raced through his whole body and warm jets of cum exploded between them. He screamed Haven’s name as he held onto him tighter. He felt Haven’s body stiffen and then a gush of warm liquid filled him as Haven released deep inside of him.