Dakota let out a small chuckle. “You can have sex you know. You don’t have to wait for your mate.”
“I want to.” Sawyer looked up. “I want the person who’s my mate to be my first.” “ Well, let’s hope you find your mate before you’re too old to get it on.” Sam laughed loud and Nadine smacked him upside the head. “Ow!”
“Whooheee. Finally, someone else gets a good smacking, besides me.” Sawyer laughed. “ Can we not talk about sex during dinner, please? I’m losing my appetite at an increasing rate.” Joe sat back and took a swig of his beer.
After dinner, John and Sawyer sat around the living room with Dakota and Sam and brought Dakota up to date on Wolf matters. Basically, everything you needed to know about being a werewolf, 101. Sam sat back and listened, while holding Dakota’s hand. Some things he knew from watching TV shows on wolves, others he didn’t. Just like in a pack of wolves, there was one that was the strongest. The Alpha. And then there was the Beta. In regular wolf packs, the Alpha and the Beta mated, producing offspring. In the werewolf pack they did not, as the beta was usually male. Only a few female werewolves existed. Once they were bitten, most females died from the change. Only a select few had survived and were kept hidden and protected. Sam’s phone rang and he looked at it, Troy was calling. Oh shit.
“Hey, Troy. What’s going on?” Sam looked at the group of men surrounding him. “Everything ok?”
“Yeah, where are you? Still in Alaska?” Dakota smelled arousal in the room and looked at Sawyer. His head was cocked to the side and his eyes were changing right where he sat. Oh shit, he was hearing Troy’s voice. “Haven’t you met Troy?” Dakota whispered to Sawyer, whose face was turning red.
“No, Troy went into the Army before Sawyer met him.” John looked at his son with amusement.
“Oh God, that voice.” Sawyer groaned and covered his ears.
“Who is that?” Troy could hear people in the background.
“Oh, it’s John Quinton and his son Sawyer; we’re at my Dad’s house.” Sam looked at Sawyer and shushed him.
“Oh. Little “what’s this do?” Troy chuckled on his end.
“Yeah, him.” Sam laughed loud at the look of indignation on Sawyer’s face.
“I was curious!” Sawyer laughed.
“Holy shit, is that him?” Troy laughed. “He sounds like a man.”
“Because I am a man.” Sawyer rolled his eyes. “ So anyway…” Sam gave Sawyer the evil eye. “We are here for a while, so if you need anything, let me know, okay?”
“Will do Sam, later.” After talking for almost four hours, Sam took Dakota home to his house. Well, their house now. Dakota walked in and ran a hand through his hair, yawning. Sam picked him up and walked them back to the bedroom; he slowly removed Dakota’s clothing and laid him on the bed while he removed his own.
If Dakota had been tired, he was wide awake now. Just watching Sam get naked, had his cock rock hard. Sam got on the bed and hovered above him, kissing him and running his hand back and forth down Dakota’s inner thigh, slowly.
“I want you to make love to me, Dakota.” Sam licked a path across Dakota’s lips.
Dakota smiled and flipped Sam on his back in one quick movement. “Okay.” “ Jesus Christ, you are getting stronger.” Sam looked over Dakota’s body. There wasn’t a huge noticeable difference, but he’d put on weight now that he was being fed on a regular basis. His biceps were more defined and his chest was a bit broader.
“Did I hurt you?” Dakota looked over Sam.
“Hell no.” Sam pulled him down and kissed him feverishly. Sam had never let anyone top him before, but he needed to do this. Needed to feel Dakota inside him, to have Dakota take him and truly make him his.. Dakota’s chest was well defined, but not huge. He had slim hips and strong abdominal muscles, but not like his own. A soft line of hair traveled from his naval down and spread out into a larger patch. Right below, was Dakota’s cock and it was getting bigger. The pink cut head was perfect. Sam’s mouth watered, looking at it. As many times as he’d sucked Dakota’s cock, he had never really noticed the size of it. Now as he sat back, watching Dakota pump his cock, he realized it was about the same size as his own. Maybe a little thicker, but the length was the same.
Dakota knew just how to push his fucking buttons. He started at his cock, licking and sucking like it was providing him some kind of nourishment that he had to have in order to survive. Long strokes from root to tip, followed by a swirling tongue around the base, leading back up to the crown. The sucking continued and Dakota lubed his fingers. sliding one across his hole and pushing the tip in and out until Sam was a quivering mess of nerves on the bed. When Dakota was satisfied he’d driven Sam to homicide, he pushed his finger in up to the knuckle.
Sam felt the heat in his chute and gasped, he’d played around before but he’d never gotten them that far up before. Dakota leaned over and kissed him as he slid another finger in. He pushed them in and out slowly, waiting for Sam to relax around them before adding another. His tongue played with Sam’s and he licked his lips playfully, nipping at Sam’s lips before diving in his mouth. His fingers pushed in all the way and stopped. Dakota watched Sam closely as he rubbed upwards, looking for Sam’s pleasure zone.
“Ohh,” Sam breathed.
Dakota smiled.There you are.
Sam’s eyes widened. Dakota was fucking his ass with his fingers and he was going to cum from that alone. “Fuck…Dakota, stop, going to cum.”
“ I know.” Dakota smiled and drew his fingers out, slamming them back in. Ropes of cum shot up Sam’s chest as he came with a loud moan, hips bucking and jerking as Dakota kept up the pace with his fingers.
Sam couldn’t stop coming. He felt Dakota’s fingers withdraw and when he slid in, Sam lost his mind. Dakota fucked him hard and fast, hips slamming into his ass, balls slapping against skin. Sam didn’t know if he was coming or going. Dakota kept the same pace, slamming into him again and again. Sam was just about to lose it when Dakota stopped and pulled a pillow under Sam’s ass. He thrust in again, but more slowly this time, keeping them slow and deep. Dakota grabbed Sam’s leg, putting his foot on his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around Sam’s thigh and bucked his hips into him, sending shockwaves up his spine. Sam swore he saw stars as Dakota slammed into him again, then drew back and thrust in slow. “Oh fuck...Oh God...Dakota.”
“ Cum for me.” The sweat was running down Dakota’s chest as he held on to his own orgasm, waiting for just the right moment to let loose. Sam was moaning and writhing on the bed. Dakota looked at his face in the throes of passion. Damn, but the man was beautiful. He gripped Sam’s cock and pumped him in time with his thrusts. He angled and swiveled his hips, hitting Sam at different angles. Sam’s breaths were coming out in uneven gasps now and his fist was curled around the comforter.
“Sam.” Dakota thrust in slow again, keeping them deep. “ Beautiful…” Sam caressed Dakota’s face and saw wolf eyes looking back at him. God, but the man was beautiful. He wanted Dakota to cum inside him. He wanted to feel the power of the man he loved. He moved his hips and clenched his ass on Dakota’s cock. Dakota’s eyes went wide and the skin on his arm started prickling. Sam watched his hands changing and Dakota fought for control, he closed his eyes and slammed into Sam again.
“ Oh god, oh god…” Dakota let loose, he slammed into Sam pounding the shit out of his ass. He came so hard he let out a loud growl and shot right up Sam’s ass. Sam’s cock let loose in Dakota’s hand and hot spunk covered them both. The smell of spunk set Dakota off again and he kept going, hips pumping into Sam. His whole body cracked, sweat pouring off of him.
“Let it go.” Sam growled at Dakota. Dakota’s eyes widened and shifted straight to black and white. His head snapped back and the bomb went off in his balls. “Oh my godddd!”
“Jesus!” Sam felt the blast in his ass. He actuallyfeltit
shoot up his tunnel and his body was suddenly warm. Dakota’s hips were still moving and he was still comin
g, he didn’t think he’d ever stop. Sam pulled him down in his arms and held him as his body slowly stopped moving. Jesus Christ, Sam had had sex before, but he didn’t even fucking know what to call that. He felt connected to Dakota now, even more than before. Sam ran his hand in small circles on Dakota’s back, kissing his neck softly. He felt Dakota’s cock still buried in his ass and he wondered how long they could lay there without food and water before they died.
Sam kissed the side if Dakota’s neck and heard a soft snore; he smiled and closed his eyes. They wouldn’t need anything any time soon.
~~~
Sam woke up to sunlight in his eyes and a dick still buried in his ass. Dakota had his arms wrapped around his neck and his face buried in his shoulder. Sam smiled as a drop of drool hit his skin and rolled down. Sam maneuvered his legs slowly across the bed and let Dakota slip out of his ass, moving off the bed carefully. That’s when the first pang of protest reared its ugly head. Holy shit he was sore, everything hurt. Sam looked at Dakota sleeping peacefully on the bed. Damn the man was a power top from hell. Sam chuckled and took a quick shower, then made his way to the front porch with a hot cup of coffee.
The sky was blue, not a cloud in sight. This time of year in Washington, you were either in freezing rain or
snow. Although there wassomesnow on the ground, the
sun’s rays were melting it as the temperature climbed into the fifties. Sam sat down on the front porch and watched Sawyer making his way over with his little brothers. “Morning, babysitting?”
“Sammmm!” Wyatt plowed into him, hugging around his
neck. “I missed you!” “ Hey, you’re talking a lot better now.” Sam smiled, Wyatt was the youngest of the Quinton’s, he was almost seven now. “I liked it better when you said everything with an F on it.”
“I still say wiff you.” Wyatt giggled and crawled into Sam’s lap, smiling at him. Sawyer sat down while his brothers stood, staring at Sam. Grayson was sixteen now and his long black hair was in a ponytail, his green eyes seeming to hold a bit of mischief in them. Xander had a scowl as always, shuffling his feet and looking down. He was almost two years older than Grayson and a pain in the ass; he and his brother were almost identical.
“Gray, Xander.” Sam nodded to them. “What’s wrong with you two?”
Grayson gave Sam his lopsided grin. “We heard you got a male mate and that he’s one hell of a bad ass.”
“Bad ass, bad ass!” Wyatt had gotten down from Sam’s lap and was now running around them giggling.
“Great.” Sawyer rolled his eyes. “Now you havehimsaying it.”
Wyatt stopped and looked at Sam. “Is he sweeping?”
Sam laughed and picked Wyatt up, setting him in his lap again. “He’s sleeping.”
“That’s what I said.” Wyatt nodded his head. “I wanna play wiff him.”
Xander laughed. “Yeah, I’m sure the big bad wolf wants to play, Wyatt. He’d just as soon tear you a new as—”
“Xander!” Sawyer stood up and glared at his brother. “ STFU!”
Xander smiled wicked and put his hands on his hips. “KMA.” Grayson was laughing his ass off, looking at Sam’s confused look. “Shut the ‘F’ up and kiss my ‘A’.” Grayson provided.
“Oh.” Sam laughed, looking down at Wyatt. “Your brothers are stupid.”
“Stoopid.” Wyatt giggled loud and hugged Sam. Dakota walked out the front door and everything got deathly quiet, his eyes met with the five people on the front porch. Sam was smiling at him, so was Sawyer. One of them looked about six and was staring at him, mouth wide open, along with the other two teenagers behind him. They all looked like their father John. Black hair and green eyes all looked at him with wonder.
“Holy shit.” Xander whispered, breaking the silence.
“Shit!” Wyatt laughed loud and Sam clapped his hand over his mouth.
“Good morning, Baby.” Sam winked at Dakota. Xander made his way closer, looking at Dakota. His eyes took him in from head to toe and he stood back a little. “Damn, you can feel the power rolling off you.” “Told ya.” Sawyer snorted.
Dakota smiled and put his hand out. “Dakota Cadotte and you are?” “ Xander Quinton. That is my brother Grayson and the little one is my brother Wyatt.” Xander shook his hand and felt power travel up his arm. Like an electrical current, but with no pain.
Wyatt wiggled out of Sam’s lap and made his way over to Dakota. He got close and smelled him, then sniffed the air and looked up at him eyes wide full of wonderment. “You’re pretty.’
Dakota crouched down to Wyatt’s level and put his hand out. “You are too. It’s very nice to meet you Wyatt.” Wyatt had a cherub look about him, beautiful deep pools of green looked at him and his hair was short and jet black. He was a miniature version of Sawyer and his older brothers.
Wyatt giggled, pumping Dakota’s hand up and down. “I wanted to play wiff you.”
“Yeah?” Dakota smiled and looked at Sam. “Got the tennis ball?”
Grayson snorted then looked at Sam and Dakota. “Oh my God, you’re serious?” Sam chuckled and looked at the brother’s. “You’re above chasing a tennis ball? You’re all wolves, aren’t you? Go change and meet me back here in ten minutes.”
Xander crossed his arms. “I amnotchasing a tennis
ball.”
~~
Xander tore after the tennis ball as it flew over his head. Wyatt was nipping at Dakota’s back legs, and then running away. He’d come back and bite his tail and Sam swore the little shit was giggling. Dakota lay down on his back and Wyatt pounced on him like a puppy, biting his ears and making little growl noises. It was the cutest thing Sam had ever witnessed. Dakota took it in stride, nipping at Wyatt’s backside now and then, and holding him down with one paw as he nudged Wyatt’s belly with his muzzle.
The brothers that had complained they were too good to chase a tennis ball, were now fighting over it. Sam took his surprise out of his jacket and put the battery in. He threw the babble ball and it immediately started talking. Wyatt’s ears perked up first and he chased it down, rolling himself over it. The ball was talking and the voice sounded like it’d inhaled helium. Wyatt figured out pretty quickly that the more you hit it, the more it talked. He chased it around, batting at it with his paw. Sam gasped as Wyatt rolled over it yet again, shifting back to his human form in mid-role. Wyatt giggled, shaking the ball in his hands and making it talk more. Sawyer, Grayson, Xander and Dakota were all staring at it, heads tilted to one side.
“It talks funny, Sam.” Wyatt giggled, shaking the ball again.
“Boo!” Dakota was right in Wyatt’s ear, back in his human form. Wyatt shifted back to wolf form in seconds and looked up, eyes wide, at Dakota. He yelped and ran around his brother, hiding. Grayson sat down on him and Sawyer made that wolf smiley face again. Sawyer walked around his brother and nipped his tail, warning him to get off Wyatt. The two of them started nipping at each other, then the rolling around started. Dakota shifted back and ran into the wolf pile, jumping on Xander’s back and playfully nipping his ear.
Sam laughed, picked up Wyatt and got a nice long lick up his face. He put him in his lap with the babble ball and looked at the other four. They’d been so wrapped up it in their play; they hadn’t even noticed that Wyatt had changed in mere seconds rather than minutes. Dakota’s presence was having an effect on the pack.
“ Go run; you guys have way too much pent up energy. I’ll watch Wyatt.” Wyatt wiggled as his brothers took off with Dakota and Sam held him closer, whispering in his ear. “I have cookies.”
Wyatt shifted back, looking at Sam. “Peanut butter?”
“And chocolate chip.” Sam winked and took him inside.
The chase wasonas a game of tag started. Right now
Dakota was “not it”, along with Sawyer and Xander. The three of them ran full speed down to the beach, with Grayson hot on their tails. They hit the water and ran down the coast, keeping an eye out for Grayson. Xander ran through
the bushes, popping out on the other side and was tackled by Grayson, from the opposite direction. They rolled around in the sand until Grayson bit his hind quarters and took off running. Xander whipped around to see Sawyer and Dakota waiting for him to make his move. Spinning around, he charged, sending Dakota and Sawyer running for the forest.
Grayson was way ahead of them moving, through the forest with ease. He skidded to a stop and felt the fur on his neck and hind quarters rise. A wolf was out here somewhere, one he didn’t know the smell of. He followed the scent and the closer it got, the more aroused he became. He heard the others coming up behind him and before he could find it, it was gone. Dakota came up next to him and nudged him gently, giving him a “what’s up” nod. Dakota sniffed the air and found a mix of scents, someone was covering their tracks. They ran back to the reservation and Grayson told them about what he smelled in the woods.
“My God, I was so fucking turned on, what the hell does that mean?” Grayson looked at his brothers.
“It means you’re a horny teenager.” Xander cracked up, smacking Grayson on the back. “ Seriously.” Grayson rolled his eyes. “I’ve never felt that before, not for anyone. You think it was my mate or something?”
“ Not sure.” Dakota sat down and felt Sam pull him into his lap. He looked at Sawyer sitting on the stump, and smiled. “Don’t worry Sawyer, you’ll find your mate.”
“ I’m going to be eighty, using a walker and scaring small children with my dentures.” Sawyer sighed, throwing another log on the bonfire.
“Hell yeah. If your mates a guy, he’ll love the removable teeth thing.” Xander sat back and cracked up. Dakota smiled at Wyatt, fast asleep in Grayson’s arms. He’d had one hell of a day. They sat around talking about Dakota’s life for a while. Grayson couldn’t believe he’d survived what had happened to him. Dakota remembered though, the sky had been so clear that night you could see every constellation. He was freezing and bleeding from every orifice. Then he had heard a soft whine, and looked up to see a white wolf looking down on him.
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