by SJ Himes
“Tactical gear?” Ghost asked, leaning into Kane’s caresses. His eyes wanted to shut, suddenly heavy. His heart skipped a beat when a warm tongue licked behind his ear, teeth nibbling on the sensitive flesh there.
“I fight in human and wolf-form. When we breach buildings, I go human most of the time. Managing hallways and stairwells and fire-doors as a four hundred pound quadruped isn’t easy. My wolf-form is too big a target for anyone with half-way decent aim to miss in most urban settings. In rural areas and forests, I go in wolf-form.”
“Oohhh, I… I see,” Ghost sighed, his head falling back on his shoulders. He didn’t, not at all, as his tenuous grip on his thoughts once again let go. A new tension was rising inside, and he shivered. His cock was taking an interest in the very masculine body still pressed to his own and the hands wandering over his torso weren’t helping.
“Get on the bed, little wolf,” Kane ordered him softly. Ghost tried to nod and comply, but all he managed was a graceless scramble backwards onto the mattress. He dragged himself a foot or two before Kane’s weight fell on him, lean hips spreading his legs.
Lips latched to his and a tongue slipped inside, exploring every crevice, filling his mouth with the intoxicating flavor of his alpha. Hands found his wrists and lifted them above his head, pressing them to the soft quilt, and the growl that purred from the man on top of him told him to keep his hands there. His heart racing, his mouth occupied by Kane’s, his hands out of the way, Ghost lifted his legs and wrapped them around Kane’s naked hips. He whined when a thick and hot piece of hard flesh rubbed against his own. Kane growled again and a big hand tugged at his hair, pulling his head back as Kane nipped down his throat. Teeth that felt sharper than a human’s blunt ones marked his flesh, and Ghost lifted his hips in response. His claws tore through the quilt, cloth shredding as he fought the need to put his hands on his mate.
When a clawed hand wrapped itself around his cock, Ghost lost the fight and his hands flew down to land on the bigger man’s shoulders. He kneaded the firm muscles as Kane wrapped his lips around one of his nipples and sucked. A swift current of pleasure ran from his chest down to his cock, making it jump where it lay pressed between their abdomens. Kane growled in satisfaction and kissed his way to the other one, latching on and driving Ghost wild. The sharp zips of pleasure amped his arousal, and he couldn’t control the whines and whimpers of need escaping past his lips. Kane’s heftier frame kept him pressed to the mattress, and he wanted to be closer.
“More,” he whined. He didn’t know exactly what he wanted but he knew that there was more to feel, experience. Kane’s thoughts were hard for him to touch as his need grew, so he couldn’t see what he was supposed to do. His claws scraped at Kane’s shoulders, leaving red trails in his tanned skin, not quite deep enough to draw blood. Dark hair fell from Kane’s head, the ends teasing his skin as the strands trailed over his chest and stomach. A wet tongue traced the lines of his abdomen, licking into the dips and curves of muscles as his alpha headed south.
“I’ll give you what you need,” came the heated whisper, just before Kane returned the favor and sucked him deep. Lips touched his body as Kane swallowed him down, and Ghost lifted his head and cried out in disbelief at how it felt. Wet, tight, hot. Too much.
His mouth dropped open on a thin howl when Kane pulled back, sucking hard, his hands lifting and spreading Ghost’s knees. Hands held his hips still as Kane devoured him, his tongue lapping at the head of his cock, dipping into the slit. A hand found its way to his tender sac and it gently tugged, pushing back the building pressure at the base of his spine. His skin was on fire, every nerve alive, his teeth now dropped to fangs as he panted. He couldn’t stop watching. In and out, over and over, Kane sank down on his shaft, soaking him with saliva, dexterous tongue stroking and licking.
The sound of shredding cloth filled the air. Ghost howled, spine arching, feet trying to kick at the bed, looking for traction. Kane pulled off, and fingers gripped the base of his shaft, squeezing hard for a moment. Ghost collapsed back to the bed, breathing fast and hard, whimpering past his elongated canines. His alpha looked up at him and smiled, his grin feral, the tips of his fangs glinting in the dull winter light. He put both hands on Ghost’s hips, and Ghost found himself suddenly on his stomach, face full of ripped and torn bedding, his shoulders resting on the bed. Those same hands lifted his ass in the air, knees nudging his legs apart so to hold himself up.
It was a vulnerable position, and Ghost whined in the back of his throat, abruptly worried. He didn’t know what was about to happen, he just knew something was, and he couldn’t hold back the sudden onset of nervous tension tightening his muscles.
“Sshhh, little wolf,” Kane murmured in his ear as he leaned over Ghost, pressing his whole body along Ghost’s hips and back. He felt the burning hot thickness nestling into his crease, and his hips pushed back at the heat, needing to be closer, even as he quavered inside. “Let me back in, baby.”
Kane kissed his neck, licking behind his ear, big arms wrapping around his chest, holding him close. Ghost relaxed as Kane nuzzled him, the occasional nip of sharp teeth giving him shivers. The other wolfkin’s words made little sense until the red wave of Kane’s consciousness seeped into his own. Kane felt his nerves, his fear, and showed Ghost without words how he felt…..what he wanted. Ghost’s whole body quaked as he saw a vision of Kane on top of him, looking down at where their bodies were joined in a way Ghost never knew was possible, thrusting in and out….Kane wanted him, and badly. So badly he shook and burned, at war with his very nature to dominate and seize what he wanted.
But he wouldn’t. Ghost sensed under his desire to take an equally strong desire to protect. The alpha in him wanted to make Ghost submit, to accept his dominance and his body’s invasion as Kane took him. The other part…the part that was all Kane, the kind and patient man who cared for his people….the other half of his soul wanted Ghost to want him just as much, and was willing to wait for Ghost to say yes. Kane felt his fear and tried to ease it, giving him the choice of whether or not they kept going.
KANE TRIED not to let Ghost know how close he was to losing control and just taking his mate, fucking him into the mattress. His little shaman was understandably nervous, and their passion hadn’t left them much time to talk, to express exactly what was going to happen. His cock was so hard he felt like he would blow at the tiniest movement and he couldn’t keep his hips from rotating the slightest amount, sliding his cock over the place he wanted to be buried balls deep.
Mind to mind, he saw Ghost’s nerves. His little shaman was untouched….in every way. It was hard to remember he’d been stuck in wolf-form for almost his whole life. He took to humanity like he’d been raised in the clans, only hints in the way he talked and moved that spoke of the novelty he experienced with his human body.
Ghost whimpered and pushed his ass back against Kane as he continued to pant. Ghost’s arousal was extreme, and the scent of sex and need filled every breath he took. Kane held Ghost tighter, covering his smaller body with his much bigger one, and his weight and arms had the desired effect of calming the younger wolfkin. Showing Ghost exactly what he wanted, and how, seemed to startle his young mate, but not scare him. As Ghost took in the images Kane gave him, his body eased, the tension flowing from his lithe muscles.
Kane kissed his perfect shell of an ear, nipping at the small lobe. Ghost inhaled and lifted his hips in entreaty. He sensed the shaman’s curiosity, his desire rising now that he knew what to expect. Golden brown hair with hints of red fell across the torn bedspread, and Ghost’s silver eyes were beginning to glow again. The silver fires within cast lights of their own, and tiny waves of silver-white light danced over the blue portions of the damaged quilt. His head was turned enough for Kane to bend further and give him a gentle kiss on the lips, sipping lightly as Ghost sighed in enjoyment, beginning to move under Kane. The shaman’s tiny movements were enticing and sweet, a
nd Kane groaned as his restraint rapidly evaporated.
“Please, mate,” Ghost whispered as he lifted his hips again, rocking his ass back against Kane’s groin. Kane groaned louder this time, and when Ghost’s words registered, he slowly sat up, keeping his hips flush to Ghost’s perfect ass. “I want you. Give me what you showed me.”
Kane growled, and he fought back his body’s need to Change and mount the smaller wolfkin under him. He wanted so badly, the desire so intense, that maintaining control was nearly impossible. Until he felt along their bond Ghost’s trust in him, his faith. Ghost believed that Kane would not hurt him, would take care of him.
Pulling away from his mate in that moment was the hardest thing he’d ever done. Kane left Ghost whimpering his need into the quilts and scrambled for the edge of the bed. Kane reached out, nearly falling from the bed as he snagged his personal travel bag from the stack of duffels. He yanked it back to him, his claws ripping fabric as his impatience destroyed the zipper. He found his toiletry kit, and the tube of lube inside. He didn’t often masturbate, his desire dimmed the last few years, so the tube was almost full. He grabbed it and returned to his mate, who was still as he left him, perfect, toned ass in the air, shoulders dropped to the bed, silver eyes watching him.
“Glorious and perfect,” Kane vowed, getting back behind his mate. Taking Ghost this way soothed his baser nature, and would ease the ache of the younger wolfkin’s first time. They may heal faster than humans and could tolerate more damage, but losing his virginity would still sting unless Kane took the time to do this right. He refused to hurt Ghost. Every cell of his being and atom of spirit refused to rush this, and risk hurting his mate.
Tube in one hand, he held up the other. His claws were out, his fingers longer now, partially transformed due to his emotional and physical state. He would do Ghost serious harm if he tried to prep him like this, so he focused on his fingers. It was difficult to calm himself enough to relax the minute muscles responsible for initiating the Change. Ghost whined in impatience, and he leaned his weight into his mate, sending wordless reassurances along their link. Ghost grumbled, but he subsided, joyously pliant and submissive enough to make Kane’s cock jump eagerly, precum leaking from the flushed tip.
Eventually his claws receded, and he opened the lube and poured a thick dollop onto his fingertips. Ghost was watching through his eyes and whined, bucking his hips. Kane moaned but went about prepping his mate as thoroughly and quickly as he could. As he put a fingertip to the blissfully tight guardian muscle, he pulled Ghost’s mind to his, the shaman submitting without qualm. He buffered Ghost from further fears, and he groaned in delight along with his mate when Ghost experienced the faintest of burning sensations as Kane pushed one finger past the second knuckle. Kane rarely bottomed, even when he was having sex on a regular basis, and he found that experiencing Ghost’s first time as he added a second finger to the first made his own hole clench in sympathy, setting off an ache inside. His cock throbbed harder as he carefully moved his fingers in and out of Ghost’s body, his little shaman whimpering pleas for more, both vocally and mentally.
Soon he added a third, and Ghost was bucking up every time he withdrew, chasing his hand and the sensations he set off inside. He held Ghost still and curled his fingers, teasing around the small gland inside. Ghost howled again, a thin reedy cry that was full of want and need, and he canted his hips, silently begging for Kane to do it again. Kane obliged, and he grinned as Ghost cried out when he pegged his gland. His muscles were relaxed, though still tight, and Kane bit at his lip, wanting nothing more than to sink his cock into that welcoming heat.
GHOST WANTED more. Lots more.
“Do it!” Ghost cried out, arching his hips even more, spine curving. Kane had three thick finger in his ass, every other dip of the digits lighting up his nervous system with fire as he hit a certain spot. It burned, and he ached inside, and his heart was thumping so hard he felt like the poor organ was trying to escape his chest. Clawed hands scrabbled at the quilts, ripping a new layer to shreds, and his toes dug into the bed as well, claws protruding as his feet began the transition.
Part of him had enough sense to rein himself in, refusing to ruin this moment with his mate by turning back to his wolf-form. His claws remained but his transition halted.
Kane’s fingers leaving his body made him gasp in dismay, and he whined until he felt a hard heat prodding at his entrance. He froze, and delved back into Kane’s mind, peering through his eyes. Kane welcomed him, red starlight writhing like flames around his consciousness. He was inside Kane as surely as he was still in his own body, and he felt Kane’s hands on his hips from both sides. Felt Kane’s cock pushing at his entrance, felt it as if he were Kane, and when the big, broad head popped in past the tight guardian muscle, they both gasped together. Ghost watched as Kane watched, and when the head of his thick shaft was fully engulfed by Ghost’s body, his eyes drifted shut, and he resisted the urge to fight of the invasion. He was full, too full, and his body wanted to bear down and force the throbbing heat out. It hurt, the deeper Kane went, and he must be huge, because it felt like there was no end to him, or the rising tension inside.
“Bear down, the pain will ease,” Kane growled through clenched teeth, hands digging claws into Ghost’s hips. He wanted to, but he was afraid Kane would leave, and not try again. “You won’t force me out, little wolf.”
Kane was in his mind, too. Hearing his fears and his worries as he had them. Ghost gave up all pretense of thought and obeyed, bearing down on the hot flesh splitting him open. Kane continued to sink into him, his inexorable thrust opening him inch by inch. When he pushed back, his body opened up even more, and Kane slid to the hilt with one smooth motion. Ghost jerked, sucking a quick breath, and held it as Kane stopped moving, holding very still. Big hands rubbed over his flanks, soothing and spreading heat. He could feel Kane’s sac where it was pressed flush to his ass, and the man’s thighs supported his own. They were joined, in all ways, and Ghost could feel the alpha’s desire to move, to take him fast and hard.
The pain was duller now, replaced by a twitchy need. He moved, a slight hiccup of his hips, and Kane hissed through his teeth at the movement. The thick cock in his ass moved over that special spot….and Ghost melted. The pain evaporated, like it was never there at all, and in its place was a building heat. Kane must have felt it too, as he gripped Ghost’s hips so tightly he couldn’t move and began to withdraw. He pulled back, the ridges and veins along the length of his shaft slipping over that spot, and Ghost lost all control over his body as mind-numbing pleasure swept over him. Constant pressure on the spot rolled through him in waves, and he whined loudly.
Kane stopped just before he left Ghost’s body completely, stretching his hole from the inside, nudging at the guardian muscles, making Ghost squirm. Kane began to push back in, faster than his first thrust in, and Ghost opened his mouth on a silent howl when the hard head pegged his gland again, straight on, barely pausing before the thick cock was buried to the hilt.
Kane wanted to ride him fast and hard, so connected were they mind and body Ghost could feel his mate’s desires and wishes. Yet Kane refused, taking them at a slow, deep, and thorough pace that left no part of Ghost’s ass untouched by the rock-hard cock spearing him over and over. Kane’s care of him, even in this moment, left Ghost feeling treasured, cared for…wanted.
Time stopped. All that existed was the sway of their bodies, the passage of winter light over Ghost’s skin, the baited breaths and clutching hands as Kane moved inside of him. He went so deep that Ghost knew it should hurt, but there was no place for pain in what they did. Kane was so wide, his girth so thick, that Ghost knew he would bear the mark of his body forever, the shadow of this moment held in muscle memory.
His knees were digging into the bed, his claws were latched onto the quilts, his toes curled in the fabric. Ghost buried his face in the quilt, a hint of silver light playing under his lid
s as he closed his eyes. His hips were canted at an angle he would never be able to keep if it weren’t for the hands holding him, giving Kane perfect access to his body. His alpha took it, took him, and made his possession thorough and clear. Through their link he felt Kane’s arousal, how much he loved the soft satiny-grip of the hundreds of smooth muscles he thrust through.
When it happened, it shocked them both. One moment Ghost was floating in an ocean of pleasure, rocked by every thrust and drag of Kane’s body, feeding his arousal back to Kane through their link. He was Kane, and Kane was him—they were one. Kane felt his claiming as if he were Ghost, and Ghost felt the tight hot grip of his ass as Kane sank into him with each roll of his hips. So when their orgasm hit, they were so deep and complete in their connection that it was impossible to tell who came first and dragged the other over into bliss.
Heat, everywhere heat. Red flames and silver wisps of smoke, flashing bursts of light that burned for a heartbeat before dying, only to be reborn. A cry rose from the embers, coiling through spent muscles and over slick skin.
Wet heat, scorching hot, pumped into his body. Kane shuddered and roared, pushing so deep Ghost howled in response, pulling his face free from the shredded quilts, eyes blind and glowing. A rumble split the air, and the bed shook under them, the windows creaking in complaint. The walls trembled, and the pile of duffel bags toppled, the contents clanking as they hit the floor. A loud thump and a chorus of rattling noises filled the cabin, and neither of them reacted when the floorboards began to shake.
As quickly as it started, the phenomenon stopped and quiet descended.
Kane collapsed, groaning, his full length pushing Ghost flat to the bed. The bigger wolfkin was shaking, and Ghost gasped for air under his weight. Warm liquid seeped from around the semi-hard cock still buried inside of him. He squirmed at the discomfort, and both of them moaned when Kane slipped free. He moved slightly to the side, and Ghost was able to breathe. Firm lips brushed over his forehead, nose, and cheeks. Ghost smiled, as Kane kissed his way across his face, finally settling on his lips. Soft nips and licks teased him into smiling wider, and Ghost blinked past sweat and tangled strands of his hair to see Kane smiling back at him between kisses.