by Becca Van
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Crag couldn’t take his eyes off the flexing muscles in Carter’s delectable arse. He’d had no idea that he would meet his mate on his trip to the US to meet the Alphas of the Friess Pack. His own Alphas had heard that this pack was the largest in the world, and since the Reynolds pack was second largest, his Alphas had decided they wanted an alliance. He had no idea why, but it didn’t really matter. He was here to carry out orders and not question his leaders.
His knees had nearly buckled when he’d caught Carter’s scent, and he’d known immediately that the man was his mate. Crag had seen the turmoil in his mate’s eyes when he realized that they were fated to be together, but that hadn’t lasted long. Thank God. He’d seen resigned acceptance in Carter’s eyes and knew his mate wouldn’t fight him.
Crag hadn’t expected this either, but he never questioned Mother Earth or predestination. Obviously an alliance between their two packs was meant to be, and Crag wondered which one of his pack members Jonah was sending to live with his pack.
Crag knew he would probably never see his Alphas or pack members again, but he was okay with that. He loved his cousins, but he’d always been a bit of a loner and hadn’t had siblings to share a mate with like the other members of his family. He wondered if Carter had any brothers or sisters.
Carter led him up the magnificent wide staircase to the third floor and then midway down a long corridor. He opened the door and stepped back to let Crag precede him.
Crag glanced around the neat, modern living room and dumped the overnight bag on the floor beside the door. Of course he had all his other personal belongings in the vehicle, but he would get them tomorrow. He loved the chunky leather sofa and the chocolate-brown color with the beige walls. He wouldn’t have to worry about straining the furniture when he sat on it. Crag was a big man, standing at six foot eight and weighing in at just over three hundred and fifty pounds. The last thing he wanted to worry about was the furniture breaking beneath his bulk.
“Take a seat.” Carter swept his hand toward the sofa, and Crag walked over and sat down. “Can I get you anything?”
“Coffee would be good.”
Carter started walking toward the kitchen. Crag didn’t want to be away from his mate, so he got up to follow. “How do you take it?”
“Black, please. I like your apartment, Carter. It suits you.”
“Thanks.” Carter shrugged.
Crag realized that Carter seemed to do that when he was nervous. He could smell the trepidation coming off of him in waves.
“Are you scared of me, mate?” Crag sat on a stool on the other side of the counter and watched Carter make the coffee.
“No.”
“Talk to me.”
“Will I have to leave my pack?”
Ah, so you’re worried about leaving everything familiar, your family.
“No.”
Carter turned to face him. “You’ve left your pack?”
“Yes.”
“Why? Why would you leave your family to come here?”
“I only have cousins, aunts, and uncles. My Alphas wanted an alliance with your pack, and since I don’t have any brothers to share a mate with, I’m it.”
“Where are your parents?”
“Dead.”
“Mine, too.” Carter sighed and then turned to pour coffee into mugs. He placed the cup in front of Crag and then leaned back on the counter, sipping from his own mug.
“Have you got any siblings?”
“No.”
“It looks like we have a lot in common,” Crag said. “What happened to your parents?”
“They were killed by a rogue wolf. What happened to yours?”
“A doped-up truck driver plowed into their car.”
“Shit. Sorry.”
“Me, too. Sorry that you lost your parents, that is.” Crag placed his mug on the counter. “Are you getting your head around all this yet?”
“Yeah.”
“So you agree to the mating?” Crag held his breath while he waited for Carter’s answer. His cock was so damn hard it was aching and continuously leaking pre-cum. He couldn’t wait to fuck his mate and claim him.
“I do.”
“Good.” Crag relaxed again and drank his coffee. Although he wanted nothing more than to sink his cock into Carter’s tight arse and his teeth into his neck, he was tired and he wasn’t about to rush his mate. He figured if he gave Carter some time to get to know him better, then they would end up so much closer. Crag wanted his mate to love him with everything he had. Wolves tended to fall in love with their mates as soon as they inhaled their scents, but it took time to get to know someone properly.
“Can I use your shower?”
“You don’t have to ask, Crag. I want you to treat this place like your home. It is your home now.”
“Thank you, mate. That means a lot to me.”
Carter smiled and then eyed him up and down when he stood up. “God, you’re huge.”
Crag moved around the counter, stopped a couple of paces away from his mate, and spread his arms out wide. “Do you like what you see?”
Carter’s eyes ran over him again and snagged on his straining cock. “Fuck yes. I’m a bit worried about that, though.”
He took the two steps needed to bring him closer to his mate and cupped his face between his hands. “I would never hurt you, Carter. I’ll take things nice and slow.”
“I’d appreciate that. Do you want me to wash your back?”
Crag was pleasantly surprised by Carter’s question, but he wasn’t about to refuse his mate. “You can wash any part of me you want to, baby.”
“I was hoping you would say that.” Carter smiled and then led Crag out of the kitchen.
“Let me get my overnight bag, mate.”
Carter waited in the door to the hallway, which Crag assumed led to the bedrooms. Crag picked up his bag and followed his mate. “How many bedrooms do you have?”
“Three.” Carter stopped in the doorway of the master suite, and Crag was happy to see that his mate had a massive bed, which looked to be custom made. It would fit at least another two people in it besides him and Carter.
Crag dropped his bag on the floor and then whipped his T-shirt up and off over his head. Carter’s pupils dilated as he looked at his chest, and then his nostrils flared.
“I can smell your need.”
“I can smell yours, too, baby. Why don’t you get out of those clothes and start the shower?”
Chapter Two
By the time Carter stepped in the shower, his wolf was pushing at him to take over and claim Crag, but he pushed his animal back down and tried to control his hunger. The last thing he needed was to lose control with his mate. Even though Crag had posed the last thing he said as a question, it was more of an order, and his dominance was turning him on.
Carter was a pretty easygoing sort of guy. He could be assertive when he wanted or needed to, but he wasn’t trying to climb the ranks in the pack. But just maybe he would wind up being a Beta after all. Especially if Jonah appointed Crag as his Beta. Not that it bothered him either way, but Carter wasn’t sure he really wanted any more responsibility. He’d been happy with who he was for a long time, but now he felt so damned ecstatic since Crag had come into his life. It seemed he wouldn’t be lonely anymore.
Crag stepped into the large shower behind Carter and closed the glass door. He was damn glad that all the master baths in the pack house had huge en-suites with shower cubicles big enough for four or more people, as well as the big spa baths.
Carter turned around to face Crag and couldn’t help but watch in fascination as his massive pecs jumped as he moved, or the way his large biceps and shoulders bulged. His chest was so thick it was almost barrel-like, and his abs were way more than a six pack.
And then there was his cock. Carter thought he’d been blessed in that department, but Crag’s cock was thicker and longer than his. Crag reached for the soap and lathered up his han
ds, and then he looked over every inch of Carter’s body and licked his lips. Carter groaned as he imagined having those lips wrapped around his hard shaft.
“Come here, baby,” Crag ordered, and Carter stepped closer.
He closed his eyes when Crag began to wash him. He loved the way his mate’s rough hands felt caressing him all over. Crag wasn’t shy about touching him anywhere. He soaped up his ass, as well as his cock and balls. When he had washed every inch of him from the tip of his toes to the top of his head, Carter stepped under the spray and rinsed off.
He took the soap from the shelf and lathered up his hands. “Have you ever had sex with a man before?” Carter asked.
“No.”
“So you’re an ass virgin, too?”
“Yes, baby. I love the way you Americans say ass.”
“How do you say it?” Carter asked.
“I love your arse, Carter, and I can’t wait to bury my cock inside you.”
“Arse, huh?”
“That’s right. I love your accent.”
“I like yours, too, Crag.”
“If you say so.”
“You don’t believe me?” Carter frowned. “I don’t lie.”
“I didn’t say you did, mate.”
“Then…”
Crag sighed. “An American accent is so much nicer than an Aussie’s. You all seem to round out your vowels and pronounce everything with perfect diction. Us Aussies tend to sound flat when we speak, and we’re lazy, too. We drop a lot of letters when we speak.”
“Hey, we can be lazy, too. I don’t think your accent sounds flat.”
“I was just sayin’ like I hear it. It’s a good thing you like my accent, baby, because you’re going to be hearing it for the rest of your life.”
Carter began to wash Crag. He started on his back and worked his way down his body from his neck to his heels. When he was done, he moved around to clean his front. Crag groaned when he bathed his big, hard cock and then sighed when he cleansed his balls. By the time he’d finished cleaning his mate, he didn’t want to wait any longer. After Crag rinsed off, Carter turned off the water, stepped out of the shower, and grabbed two towels.
Their eyes connected as they dried off, and Carter couldn’t look away from his mate’s gaze. Not that he really wanted to.
Crag led the way back to the bedroom and then pulled the covers and sheet down to the bottom of the bed.
Carter took a deep breath and crawled onto the mattress. Crag got on beside him, but instead of lying down next to him, he sat on his haunches and stared at him. “I want to taste you on my tongue, baby.”
He gulped but didn’t refuse, because he wanted Crag’s mouth on him as much as he seemed to want to taste his cock. He nodded in acceptance and then closed his eyes when Crag moved closer and began to touch him. Just having those massive, masculine hands running up and down his body made Carter shake with desire, and he wondered if he would be able to stand having his mouth on him, too.
“Open your eyes, Carter. I want you to watch me pleasure you.”
Carter’s eyes snapped open, and he met Crag’s glowing golden eyes. His wolf pushed to the surface, and it was like both their animals rubbed against each other.
“Did you feel that, baby?” Crag’s voice sounded as awed as he felt, and any qualms that Carter had left about having a man as a mate dissolved.
“Yes.”
Crag shifted on the bed until he was lying on his belly between Carter’s thighs. Carter had to spread his legs far apart to accommodate his mate’s wide, bulky shoulders. Crag leaned down, breathed in the scent of his cock and balls, and growled.
“You smell so fucking good.”
Carter groaned when Crag wrapped his hand around his erection and pumped up and down a few times. He thrust his hips up, silently begging for more. He didn’t have to wait long. His mate licked him from balls to the tip of his cock and back again. Carter shuddered and moaned, but when Crag latched onto first one testicle and then the other and sucked it into his mouth, Carter was lost. He was lost in a sea of sensation and desire, and he never wanted it to end.
Crag released his gonad and then met his eyes. “I love those noises you make. My dick is so hard it’s aching.”
“Mine, too,” Carter panted.
“Let me help you with that, baby.”
Crag gripped the base of his cock and then sucked him into his mouth. Hot, wet heat enveloped him, and Carter growled low in his throat.
“Yes. Suck my cock. Make me come.”
Crag sucked him hard and fast. He hollowed out his cheeks, took him to the back of his throat, and then swallowed. Carter knew he wasn’t going to last long. Already the base of his spine was tingling and heat was encompassing his cock and balls, but when Crag took him down further into his throat and swallowed again, he was done for.
Carter couldn’t hold back the tide any longer. “Gonna. Come,” he panted.
Crag gripped his balls and then rolled them in his sac. Carter shouted, and then he shot load after load of cum down his mate’s throat. He lay on the bed shaking and panting and hadn’t even realized he’d closed his eyes until he opened them again.
His mate had a shit-eating grin on his face, but he also had a world of emotion in his eyes, and it was directed at Carter. He felt his eyes moisten and looked away, but Crag wasn’t about to let him get away with that. He cupped Carter’s cheek and brought his gaze back to him.
“That was beautiful, mate. I love the way you taste. Will you suck me and get me nice and wet?”
“Yeah.”
Crag lay down on his back next to him, and Carter shifted onto his hands and knees then moved between his mate’s legs. He gripped the thick base of Crag’s cock and ran his tongue up and down his shaft. The musky, spicy scent of Crag’s cock filled his nostrils. His flavor exploded on his tongue, but he needed to taste more. He wanted Crag to come down his throat, too.
Carter swirled his tongue over and around the broad, bulbous head and dipped the tip in the eye of his cock. He groaned at the salty, sweet taste of Crag’s pre-cum. He sucked his cock into his mouth. Using his hand to pump what he couldn’t get to, Carter sucked Crag’s cock in as far as he could go and then drew back again. He laved the sensitive underside until he had his mate thrusting his hips up and sucked him down again. When the crown of Crag’s cock hit the back of his throat, Carter took a deep breath through his nose, relaxed his throat, and took him down further.
Crag’s groans, moans, and gasps were like music to his ears, and he wanted his mate to yell his name as he came. But it seemed that Crag had other plans, because he tugged on Carter’s hair to stop him.
Carter released his cock with a pop and met his green eyes. “What?”
“I want to come in your arse as I claim you. Do you have lube?”
Carter reached into the bedside drawer and pulled out a large pump bottle of lube. When he went to move, Crag stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. “Stay right where you are, Carter.”
Crag took the lube from him, rolled off the bed, and then walked around behind him. When the bed dipped, he knew that his mate was once more on the bed. He heard Crag pump the bottle, and then he caressed a hand over Carter’s ass.
“Spread your legs, baby. Rest on your shoulders. That will open your arse up for me.”
Carter didn’t hesitate to comply. When Crag touched a cold, wet, lubed finger to his anus, Carter sucked in a deep breath.
“Try and keep your breathing deep and even, and stay nice and relaxed for me.”
Carter actually whimpered when Crag began to massage his puckered hole. He’d never done that before and knew he would only ever make those sounds for his mate. When a thick finger breached his back entrance, he groaned but used his muscles to push back.
“God, you’re so fucking hot and tight. I can’t wait to get my cock in you,” Crag panted.
“Me either,” Carter gasped out his agreement.
“Two fingers now, baby. How are yo
u doing?”
“Good.”
“I love this sexy arse,” Crag rasped.
Carter couldn’t believe how good it felt having fingers up his ass and hoped it felt just as good when Crag fucked him there. By the time his mate had three fingers in him, Carter was as hard as a rock and leaking pre-cum again.
Crag pumped out more lube into his crack. Carter heard him slather it on his cock. Then Crags hands were on his hips, anchoring Carter with his touch as he began to push in. Carter gasped and pressed out then groaned loud and long as his mate’s cock slid inside him all the way.
“Fucking. Beautiful,” Crag panted. “Are you ready, mate?”
“Yes. Give it to me.”
Crag began to pump his hips back and forth, sliding his thick cock in and out of Carter’s ass. He started off slow, but with each thrust of his hips, he increased the pace. He pounded in and out of Carter’s back entrance, and each time he did, the tip of his cock slid over his prostrate. Tingles raced up his spine, and Carter knew he was close.
“So good.” Crag covered his back with his body and then reached around and gripped his cock. He began to pump his hand up and down Carter’s cock in time with his rocking hips. “I can’t hold off much longer. I want you to come with me, baby.”
Crag pumped harder and shuttled his cock in and out of his ass faster and deeper. The warmth spread around to his crotch, and his balls drew up closer to his body. He was right on the edge of climax, and then he was going over.
Carter shouted when Crag sank his canines into the crook of his neck and shoulder. His dick expanded to an almost painful size, and then he was shooting rope after rope of cum from the tip of his dick. Crag’s yell was muffled, but he felt his cock jerk and spasm as he filled his ass with his cum. Carter groaned and another shudder ripped through him when his mate gave one last squeeze to his cock and then released him. His legs were shaking, and he felt as weak as a newborn cub. Crag removed his teeth from his flesh, and when his tongue licked the mating mark, Carter shivered again.