“Yeah, that about sums it up.” Tanner seemed to be having as much trouble breathing as Finley was. A moment later, though, he rocked his hips. “Going to move sometime tonight?”
Finley smacked Tanner’s ass, earning himself a laugh. Then he decided to give Tanner what he’d been asked for, pulled back until he just had the head of his dick inside Tanner’s ass, then thrust forward, hard. Tanner shouted, and Finley’s wolf wanted to howl in happiness. It pushed at him, impatient with the human emotions, wanting him to claim their mate. Finley fought it, not willing to risk losing control completely and doing something he’d regret—like biting Tanner before they should.
Instead, he prayed to every single god he could think of that he didn’t go off too soon and started moving. It took him a while to find a rhythm. He was foiled by the rocking of the train and had to try to compensate. Tanner helped, rocking his hips and matching the thrusts until they finally found a way to work with the moving car, rather than against it.
But that only succeeded in making it more difficult to hold on to his control. It felt too good, and he struggled with the pleasure, desperate to feel his mate’s orgasm first. He bent over Tanner’s back, reaching up to curl one arm around him, holding a shoulder. Finley whimpered with the need to bite and claim, burying his face in Tanner’s sweaty skin. “Close, baby,” he murmured, scrambling to wrap his hand once more about Tanner’s cock. Working it over helped him hold back his own orgasm.
Tanner groaned, rocking against him, then thrusting forward into his hand. “Me too,” he grunted more than said, one hand going back to grip Finley’s hip. “Fuck you feel so good, gods….”
That only succeeded in fueling Finley’s wolf and pleasure. He thrust harder, speeding up just a little and doing everything he could to keep his hand going. It was difficult, at best; it felt way too good. With the thick smell of arousal and sex and the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, it was taking everything Finley had to keep from going off. “Come, baby,” he whimpered. “Please come for me….”
“Oh gods….” Tanner moaned. He grunted, his hand squeezed Finley’s hip, then with a shout of Finley’s name, he shuddered hard. The muscles of Tanner’s ass clamped down on Finley’s cock and warm wetness coated his hand.
At the same moment, the pull Finley had felt when he’d made love with Tanner the first time happened again. The same invisible force wrapped around them, and Finley would have sworn he felt their link strengthen again because he thought he felt the ghost of Tanner’s orgasm. It was enough to shove him forcibly into his own climax.
He shouted Tanner’s name, unable to hold back as the pleasure ripped through him, igniting every nerve ending in its path. His cock swelled, the knot locking him to his mate forming, and he filled Tanner with his cum. It didn’t seem to end, another wave hitting him a few seconds later.
To his surprise, Tanner shouted again, and the muscles surrounding his cock squeezed once more, around his knot. Another stream of cum coated Finley’s hand, and Tanner shook with the pleasure. “Holy fuck, baby,” Tanner groaned before collapsing.
Finley couldn’t answer, the pulses of pleasure still going through his cock keeping him stunned. His muscles eventually released, and he slumped forward, resting his forehead on Tanner’s back. He panted hard, suddenly starved for oxygen. The throbbing faded a little, though still kept going, his knot even seeming to swell a bit more. Each new pulse pushed another spurt of cum from him.
He’d felt it from the other side when Tanner had filled him, but from this perspective, it was even more intense. He now understood how fried Tanner was when they’d finished before. The amazing sensations of the continual miniorgasms were enough to drive him damned near crazy. “Wow,” he finally managed. “That’s…. That was… just….” He gave up and simply rested on Tanner while his cock continued to twitch in his mate’s ass.
“That about sums it up,” Tanner rumbled, making Finley laugh.
Finley settled a little better, sliding his arms around Tanner’s shoulders and resting his face on Tanner’s back. A few moments later, when they’d both managed to catch their breath a little, they rolled to their sides. Finley, still firmly tied to Tanner, simply settled in, savoring the physical sensations of being buried in Tanner at the same time as he soaked up the love and happiness coming across their bond.
He kissed Tanner’s back, arm wrapped tightly around his mate’s waist as they waited for the knot to subside. Tanner lifted Finley’s hand and kissed it, then twisted his head and they managed an awkward kiss that way.
“I don’t like being back here,” Finley murmured, nuzzling Tanner’s neck.
“Why’s that?” Tanner asked, kissing Finley’s hand again. “You don’t like topping?”
“Oh fuck no, I love topping,” Finley assured him.
Tanner laughed. “Then what is it?”
“I don’t like not being able to look at you or kiss you. When you’re behind me, somehow it works better.”
“Your height is in your legs, baby. Your torso’s shorter than mine. That’s why.”
“Well, I’d rather face you.” He thought about it for a few seconds. “Or just have you top,” Finley grumbled.
Tanner chuckled. “I’m sure I can handle topping more.”
Finley grinned into Tanner’s skin so he could feel it. “It’ll be a hardship for you, no doubt.”
“I think I can sacrifice myself,” Tanner said, totally deadpan.
Finley laughed; he couldn’t help it. His knot subsided then, and he eased out of Tanner’s body. Tanner immediately turned around and drew Finley into his arms. “Mmm. Much happier this way,” Finley whispered before catching Tanner’s lips in a kiss.
“Mmm-hmmm,” Tanner replied into their kiss.
When they broke apart, Tanner made a face. At Finley’s raised eyebrows, Tanner chuckled. “Your cum is leaking out of me.”
“Let me see.”
Tanner turned and Finley stared.
“You know how you said it was hot when you saw it from me?”
Tanner nodded.
“Yeah, I totally know what you mean.” He leaned over and snatched up his T-shirt, then used it to wipe up the cum still on his hand and Tanner’s stomach before cleaning what he could of the leakage. There seemed to be an incredibly large amount of it.
“Geeze, there’s a lot,” he muttered as he wiped.
“Remember, our bodies think we’re actually, you know, mating. I guess that part of our physiology is a holdover from the wolves. Hence the knot.”
“Yeah, well, it makes for a messy cleanup.”
Tanner laughed. “That it does. I don’t care. I loved having your cum inside me.”
As they settled in again, this time under the covers, Finley nodded. “Yeah, I loved having yours in me. I don’t know why I like it so much, but….” He shrugged a shoulder.
Tanner kissed him. “Who knows? Who cares? We like it, does it matter?”
Finley shook his head. Their legs tangled together, and they moved until their bodies were tight against each other. Finley reached up and brushed his fingertips over Tanner’s face. “I love you.”
Tanner turned his face and kissed Finley’s palm. “I love you too.”
“Do you think it’s the bond? That we’re destined mates? Is that why we do?”
Tanner shook his head. “It brought us together and maybe it helps a little. But you made me fall in love with you all on your own.”
Finley smiled at the way Tanner said it. “I’m pretty sure it went the other way too. When you weren’t hauling me bodily out of a nightclub, that is.”
“Right. No more of that, hmm?” Tanner laughed.
Finley shook his head. “No more. Unless we go together.” He grinned and leaned in. “I always wondered what it’d be like to fuck you in one of the bathroom stalls.”
Tanner moaned and his cock jumped where it lay against Finley’s leg. “We might just have to try that.”
“I can’t wait
.” Finley grinned.
“Well, it’ll have to wait for a little while. At least until after I claim you and we get you moved.”
Finley raised his eyebrows. “Moved? You want me to live with you?”
Tanner blinked at him. “Of course I do. No way I’m sleeping without you now that we’re mated.”
The warmth from that spread through Finley, and he kissed Tanner hard in response. Tanner echoed his happiness through the bond, and Finley thrilled in it. “Now I really can’t wait to get back to PA.” He paused and tilted his head, grinning. “I wonder how many times we can fuck between here and Chicago?”
Tanner’s grin was entirely wolfish. “Why don’t we find out?”
Chapter Seventeen
THEY RAN out of lube before they ran out of time. When they ran out of lube, they experimented with the various other ways to get each other off. Much to the attendant’s embarrassment, they wouldn’t let him make up the beds. They only left the compartment long enough to eat in the dining car or to pick up juice from the little beverage center in the sleeping car. Then they went right back to their little room. And bed.
Somewhere outside of Minneapolis, they both actually got sore. Finley pulled his computer out and they watched Heath Ledger and Matt Damon pretend to be exorcists. Finley liked that one because the wolf looked a lot more realistic. Even if he was improbably able to ignore the moon.
By the time they got to Chicago, they’d managed to fill most of the hours on the trip with sex. They’d stopped long enough for Finley to show Tanner the beautiful mountains in Glacier Park and some of the amazing forestry around it. They’d watched both sunsets naked with the blankets around them, wrapped in each other’s arms. They talked a bit about their house, like where they wanted to build it and what all they wanted in it. And they watched a couple more werewolf movies. Outside of that, they spent their time involved in sex of some form or another.
The end result was that, even with their powers of recovery, they were actually a bit sore. Still, they’d done enough that their wolves were plenty happy with them being in a public train car for the ten or so hours between Chicago and Pittsburgh. Even the two-hour layover didn’t seem to make much difference, and they enjoyed the big steak sandwiches they grabbed at the deli in Union Station. The Pittsburgh layover had come early in the morning, but they still had time to get coffee at the shop across the street and get back before their Latrobe train left.
With two transfers and three trains, they were both more than happy to see the Latrobe station come into view. To Finley’s surprise, his mom and dad were both waiting on the platform for them. It took entirely too long for the train to stop and for them to get off. But finally they were standing on solid ground, no longer stuck inside a moving metal tube. Finley couldn’t wait to run.
After long, tight hugs from his parents, Tanner, Finley, and his dad carried the suitcases down the station steps and out to the car.
“So, tell me what happened!” his mom finally said when they were all seated.
Finley sighed. He was truly getting tired of explaining. But explain he did, and it took a chunk of the trip to his parents’ house to do so. They peppered him with questions about how far he got, how Tanner found him, and even what happened when Tanner finally caught up with him. Finley stumbled and stuttered over this for a while, much to his parents’ amusement, before his mom let him off the hook.
He was never so grateful to see his parents’ driveway in his life. When he climbed out of the car, Anna and Beth came out—Beth running and Anna at a much more dignified-for-a-teenager pace. Beth wrapped her arms around Finley and hugged him tight, then stepped back and peered up at Tanner.
“Be nice. We’re mated and he’s claiming me soon,” Finley told her, and she grinned.
“Yay! Another brother!” she cheered and almost tackled Tanner, to his surprise.
Finley grinned as he hugged his other sister. “Hey, Kid A, did you enjoy me being gone?”
Anna rolled her eyes. “As if. I just had to do all the other chores. And now I gotta do them all the time.” She sighed dramatically, and Finley laughed.
“Too bad. Comes with the ‘older sibling’ territory.” He ruffled her hair, and she growled at him, then started fussing with it.
“Ugh! Boys!” she groaned and turned around to flounce back into the house.
Finley laughed as she did, then went to help Tanner take the suitcases out of the car. Just as they had them unloaded, two cars pulled into the driveway behind Finley’s dad’s SUV. Finley recognized Tanner’s car and Alpha Noah’s Jeep.
As soon as she parked and got out, Tanner’s mom came running up to Finley and grabbed him up in a hug. “I’m so glad you’re okay!” She pulled back and examined him closely, making him blush. “Oh!” she said, grinning as she glanced at Tanner, then back to Finley, who felt Tanner trying to soothe him through their bond. “You’re mated, then?”
Cheeks turning even redder, Finley stammered as he tried to come up with a reply. His mate saved him.
“Be nice, Mom. I haven’t claimed him yet, but, yes, we’re mated.” He put his arms around Finley pulling until they were against each other. The heat in Finley’s cheeks cooled a bit. “In fact, we’ll need to talk to you about that. We’d like to do it on the new moon in a few days.”
“Oh, that would be lovely! Oh, Hannah! We have our work cut out for us,” Carol said, turning to Finley’s mom.
“We can handle it, Carol. I’m sure Laura could help,” Hannah said as the two of them went into the house.
Finley turned to Tanner, eyes wide and a little panicked. “What are they talking about?”
Tanner frowned. “I’m not sure.”
Finley tilted his head in submission as Alpha Noah approached. “Alpha,” he said.
Alpha Noah smiled, resting his hand on Finley’s shoulder. “Welcome back, son. I’m glad to hear you two are mated.”
Finley swore he was going to spontaneously combust on the spot from the heat in his cheeks.
“Dad,” Tanner groaned, hugging Finley again. “Mom already embarrassed him. Give my poor mate a break.”
Alpha Noah rolled his eyes. “You’re her only child. Give your mother a break, will you?” He smacked Tanner on the back of the head.
“Uh, Alpha….”
“Noah, son. Or Dad.”
“Uh… okay, um…. Noah. What… what is she talking about that they have their work cut out for them?”
“Oh, probably just some cookout or some such. Let’s get inside. You two must be beat.”
Finley ignored the smirk on the alpha’s face—his overheated cheeks couldn’t take any more—as they made their way into the house. Finley stopped dead when he was confronted with a stack of boxes in the living room. “Mom?” He looked up at his mom, then over to his dad and back. “What’s all this?”
“Your stuff,” his mom said, matter-of-factly. “I started packing when Tanner left.”
Finley just stared at the pile. “This… this is all my stuff?”
“Yep. There are a few of your hanging clothes I didn’t pack because I didn’t want them to get wrinkled. But everything else is there. I can’t decide now if I want to make your room a sewing room, or—”
“Mom!” Anna shouted. “You said I could have my own room!”
“You and Beth have a nice-sized room now,” his mom said. “With plenty of space—”
“But Mom!” Anna crossed her arms over her chest. “I’m a teenager and she’s just a baby!”
“I am not a baby!” Beth shouted.
Finley winced and sent an apologetic look at Alpha Noah. “Uh….”
“You are too!” Anna’s voice went up a decibel.
“Not!” Beth crossed her arms as well and leaned in to glare at her sister.
“Too!” Anna leaned in until their faces were a few inches from each other.
“Not!”
“Too!”
“Not!”
“Enough!” Alph
a Noah growled. He didn’t need volume; with the alpha power behind it, everyone in the room—his mate included—tilted their heads in submission, froze, and fell silent.
Once they recovered, Finley glanced around. Beth and Anna stared at him wide-eyed. His parents looked supremely embarrassed. Carol looked like she was just trying not to laugh, the same as Finley and Tanner.
Both girls turned to Noah. “We’re sorry, Alpha,” Beth murmured first.
“Yes, we’re sorry,” Anna echoed.
“Apology accepted, but I believe you owe your mother one too,” Noah said, burying a smirk.
As one, they both turned to their mom and offered up an apology to her as well.
“Accepted. Now, I think Tanner and Finley probably want to get some rest in their own bed.” Finley refused to blush anymore over that. “So let’s get his stuff loaded up into the cars, okay?”
The girls each took a small box and trooped outside. With eight people, it took very little time to fill Noah’s Jeep, Tanner’s Outback, and Finley’s dad’s 4Runner. The three drove to Tanner’s tiny apartment in a caravan, and the six adults unloaded in almost as little time as it took to load up.
Finally, after a flurry of hugs, promises to call with plans, and more than a few leers, the parents left.
Finley flopped onto Tanner’s—their—couch and closed his eyes. He had no idea what Tanner was doing right then and couldn’t muster the energy to care. After a 5:00 a.m. layover in Pittsburgh and everything that had happened once they’d made it to Latrobe, all Finley wanted to do was sleep for a week. He couldn’t, didn’t want to, if for no other reason than he didn’t want to miss the new moon. He also had a few things he wanted to do before then.
A moment later, the sofa cushion dipped next to him. “Baby?” Tanner’s voice floated softly into Finley’s half doze.
“Hmm?” Finley asked, opening his eyes.
Tanner held out a cup of coffee. “Thought you could use this.”
“Oh gods, I love you,” Finley moaned, taking the cup and sipping. “Thank Bacchus.”
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