Haunt Me Then: A Ghost Story

by Adam Charles

  Noah shifted his stance, which Mace had noticed he seemed to do when he was thinking about something. “Seems kind of rude.”

  “You should feel comfortable doing whatever you wish.”

  “I’m a guest.”

  “Yes, but you aren’t obligated to entertain me or anything.” Noah’s scent had grown more appealing throughout the day. He’d be in full heat by the next day, Mace felt sure.

  “I may transform and go for a run.”

  “Someone else might come across you. The wolves in our pack are good, but there are some males who’d be too tempted by an omega that’s going into heat.”

  “Then run with me. I want to see your lands as a wolf.”

  Mace started to object, but he didn’t relish an evening of awkward conversation on the couch either. “All right.”

  They went outside and began stripping off. Noah turned away, and so did Mace. At first. He chanced a peek as Noah pulled his shirt over his head. His muscles were lean, but as Mace had thought before, he certainly wasn’t scrawny. Noah unfastened his jeans and hesitated. Mace quickly looked away and finished undressing. He transformed and turned back around to find that Noah had already changed into his wolf form.

  Mace led the way and set a slow pace at first. Noah kept up with him, looking around a lot as they moved. Then they ran. At times Noah got ahead of him, and his scent proved intoxicating. Mace kept telling himself he’d have to be patient. He’d been with omegas in heat before, and the rutting was always intense and satisfying. He’d been with many an omega on nights when he’d wanted to be with Gideon. But Noah would be different. There was no way around that.

  They came to the river, and Noah bounded right into the water. He went below the surface, and when he came up, he’d changed back to human form. The water came up to his waist, but the water trickling down his chest in the moonlight drew Mace’s attention. Mace watched him a moment, but then he began sniffing around, seeing which other wolves had been here recently. Hearing Noah splash around in the water proved too inviting, and Mace changed back to human form before stepping into the water. Noah turned and watched him, his eyes lingering on Mace’s cock. He lifted his gaze to Mace’s face and said, “It’s beautiful here. The river doesn’t run through our land. We have to go off pack land to get to it.”

  “The Jensen farm?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Bill’s nice. Leaves us alone. Thomas wants to buy the land when he retires, right? I thought Gideon had mentioned that after a recent summit. That he might pitch in some money. Now I see why. It wasn’t just pack interest.”

  “Everyone here’s great. So far at least. I like that our packs are joining.”

  “I’m pleased as well.”

  “Even though it keeps you from being with him?” Noah asked, coming a little closer but still keeping himself covered.

  “He doesn’t return my feelings. Never has. I’ve just finally been forced to face it.” He looked up at the crescent moon and sighed. “When we would take trips together to see to the pack’s needs, or when we would run together, I always made it clear that I would … do anything he required. He never asked me to touch him, even though I knew he’d slept with several other betas. I feel stupid now. I tricked myself into thinking I was special.”

  “Don’t say that. He should have told you, if he knew.”

  Mace had expressed the same thing to Gideon, but he didn’t tell Noah that. “It would’ve been nice, but I’m stubborn. I would’ve persisted.”

  “You always do that?”

  “Yes,” Mace said. “You always swim naked with men you don’t plan on fucking?”

  Noah waded through the water until he stood just a few inches away. “I’ve been thinking.”

  “About?”

  “How much this means to our packs.”

  Mace took a deep breath, his nostrils filling with Noah’s heady scent. “And?”

  “I’ll have your pups. But I don’t want to be mated unless you have feelings for me.” Noah gazed up at him. “Real feelings. The kind that take time, especially when you’re suffering unrequited love for another.”

  Being with someone and claiming that person as a mate were two very different things for wolves. To be mates, they would declare themselves to the pack and have sex while in wolf form. Thomas and Gideon would be doing that in three days. A big feast had been planned.

  He wondered if this meant that Noah thought he could fall in love with him. Mace felt flattered, even though he couldn’t be sure that was what the man meant. He gazed down into Noah’s blue eyes, which glowed in the moonlight. “I’ll agree to that. We’ll both be free to walk away?”

  “Yes.”

  “One condition.”

  “What?”

  Mace took Noah by the shoulders. “I want us to be faithful. If you meet someone … don’t sleep with them while we’re together. Tell me, and we’ll go our separate ways. I’ll do the same. I won’t touch another while we share a bed.”

  Noah’s lips turned up. “I like that. Agreed.”

  Mace rubbed Noah’s shoulders. “So, is our dating negotiation over? Your scent has me hard as a rock.”

  “It does? I’m not fully in heat yet.”

  “You smell perfect to me. You sayin’ you aren’t horny?”

  “Didn’t say that.” Noah came closer, and their cocks touched in the water.

  Mace reached down and took himself in hand, lifting his cock out of the water so Noah could see it hard. “I’m big. We need to go back for lube?”

  “Not if we stay in the water.” Noah moved them closer to shore so they were both exposed. After stroking himself a moment, he went down on his knees. “But you are bigger than my only lover. Wider and thicker. Bit longer, too.”

  “I can be gentle.”

  Noah smiled as he pushed Mace’s hand away. “Didn’t say that was what I wanted.” He licked the head of Mace’s cock before suckling it. He moaned as he took more. After a few moments, he stroked the shaft with one hand and cupped Mace’s balls with the other.

  Mace sighed as he let his head fall back. The man’s mouth was magic, so hot and wet and talented. Maybe he’d only fucked one guy, but someone had taught him how to suck. Mace usually tried to take over and set the pace, but he concentrated on keeping his balance as Noah pleasured him.

  “That feels so good,” Mace whispered.

  Noah took more until Mace’s head went down his throat. He swallowed repeatedly as he fondled Mace’s balls. Mace took a deep breath and drew back. “Need a second,” he managed to say.

  “You can come in my mouth. I like it,” Noah said, gazing up.

  Mace had to grab his balls and squeeze to keep from shooting all over Noah’s face. The young omega was full of surprises, it seemed. He helped Noah to his feet and drew him into deeper water. Then he felt around in the water.

  “Looking for something?”

  “Yeah, a big rock. It’s here somewhere.” He found it and put Noah into position. “Need something to bend you over.”

  Noah reached into the water and found the rock’s surface. He braced his hands and leaned forward. Mace let him get comfortable first, and then he ran his fingers down Noah’s crack. He massaged and teased until he could get two fingers into Noah, then three. Noah bent over more, his eyes closed and his breaths coming in pants.

  “That good?” Mace asked.

  “Yes,” Noah whispered.

  “Ready for me?”

  Noah nodded, spreading his legs and shifting against the rock.

  Mace reached around with one hand to fondle Noah’s cock. He’d only gotten a brief glimpse of it so far, and he wanted to feel it pumping out cum when Noah came. With his other hand, he pressed the head of his cock to Noah’s pucker. Noah cried out when Mace pushed into him, but then he arched and pushed out to grant Mace smoother entry.

  Mace’s mouth fell open, but no sound came out. Noah felt good. Too damned good. He held to Noah’s hip and worked into him an inch at a
time. Noah tensed a few times, but he also moaned. When he was fully seated, Mace leaned over and rubbed Noah’s back. “You’re all right?”

  Noah nodded and straightened a bit. “Fine.”

  Mace found himself kissing Noah’s wet skin before he even knew what he was doing. The man tasted good as well. And he liked having his neck kissed. He sighed and pushed back against Mace while Mace licked and nipped at his neck.

  “You like that,” Mace whispered.

  “Yeah.”

  “You like my cock deep inside you?”

  Noah nodded.

  “Good, because it likes being there.” Mace pushed in as far as he could and ground against Noah. “Fuck, your ass is amazing.”

  “Move, please.”

  Mace stroked Noah’s cock as he complied. The feel of flesh slapping against flesh and the sight of the water rippling around their joined bodies sent him into a frenzy. He worked Noah’s cock in time to his thrusts, and Noah clenched around his cock like a vice when he spilled his seed. Mace pumped it out of him, nearly going over as Noah’s hot channel milked him. He enjoyed a few more thrusts before pulling out. He backed up and lifted Noah’s ass out of the water. Noah lay limp against the rock and made no objection as Mace pushed him forward a bit more to keep his ass above the surface. Mace came with a loud cry and painted Noah’s ass with his cum. The pleasure almost scorched him. No man or woman had ever felt so perfect around his cock. As he came down from his release, he looked at his cum all over Noah. He reached down with both hands and rubbed it into the creamy skin of his firm, round cheeks. Then he began cleaning it off Noah.

  When Noah finally lifted himself up and turned around, their gazes met. Mace had no idea what to say.

  “You didn’t have to pull out. You could’ve knotted me,” Noah said.

  Mace shook his head. “In a bed, not out here.” When Noah’s expression remained blank, he said, “Not our first, at least.”

  Noah gave him a sweet smile. “Such a gentleman.”

  “I try.”

  Noah licked his lips. “We had sex before even kissing. That’s a first.”

  Mace eyed those full lips and reached up to rub his thumb over them. “They do look kissable.” He pushed Noah back until his ass bumped against the rock, and he leaned in. But he stopped an inch shy. “Do you want me to kiss you?”

  “Why not? Because you love someone else?”

  Mace backed away. “Yes. We’re getting into fuzzy territory here.” He sighed. “I wish you hadn’t … seen me. I should’ve been more guarded.”

  “Going into this knowing that is better than getting hurt later. This way, can’t say I wasn’t warned.” He tugged Mace to him. “Come here. I kiss as good as I suck.”

  Mace found himself yanked down into a kiss. His next surprise was the truth of Noah’s statement. He kissed like a dream, his mouth soft and hungry and downright greedy. Mace gave as good as he got and wrapped his arms around Noah.

  Keep reading for Chapter 1 from Stolen Prince:

  Thorin sat at the feast, thinking his trip had been a waste. He eyed each of the king’s son, but none of them interested him in any way. King Murien had eleven of them, plus eight daughters still living within his household, and he wanted to be rid of most of them so they wouldn’t continue plotting to kill one another. Murien was only sixty-five and, as he’d told Thorin, he planned to live another twenty years or more. Murien’s own sire had lived to be ninety. He’d invited “the barbarian”, as most men called Thorin, to his court to see if they could strike a deal. Thorin had made it clear he didn’t desire a bride, not even for diplomatic reasons. He needed no heir, as the leadership of his clan had been won based on merit and the favor of his people. His successor would have to do the same, one day. Thorin had also made it known that any son he took on would have to submit in every way, and Murien had only smiled and nodded at this.

  Men fucking men was illegal in Murien’s kingdom, but that didn’t stop it from happening. Thorin drained his wine and sighed before turning to Murien and saying, “I’ve been here a week. I’m just not interested in any of them. You should put the able-bodied ones in the military. Distract them. Here they are just spoiled by too much wine and food. They sleep, eat, and fuck. What else can they do but scheme and try to move up the royal line?”

  Murien gave him another odd smile, the same he’d given Thorin when they’d discussed his terms. “But you have not met all of them.”

  Thorin ran down the list in his mind and checked each son off, his eyes darting around the room to find them and be double sure. He got to the very bottom of the list and found he could not put a face to that final name: Alexander.

  “I suppose you’re right. I haven’t met the youngest.” Thorin raised one eyebrow. “Is he of age?”

  “Yes, of course. He’s twenty.”

  “I take it you’ve kept him hidden away, saving the best for last. He’s the one you think will suit my … needs.” He paused for effect. “You already knew what I would want before you invited me, I think.”

  “Yes, I knew you’d take him as a concubine. Or whatever you call them.”

  Thorin smiled. “For a male, the word is wahine.”

  “And I’ve not kept him hidden. He’s stubborn and never obeys me. Never. I couldn’t make him cooperate at all this week.”

  “That won’t be a problem for me.”

  Murien eyed him. “Perhaps not.” Then he shrugged. “I indulged him because it was too much work. He needs a very firm hand. One’s undivided attention.”

  “I’d give it to him. If he pleases me. What is he like? His looks? His body?”

  “Brown hair and eyes. Very like my eldest, but always wearing a frown instead of a smirk. Short but fit. Trim and muscular. Very strong. He keeps to his rooms, but I’ve shown your second a secret passage. You’ll be able to judge if he suits your needs. He likes to be watched, at times, and tonight you shall be his audience. Around midnight. My spies know all, though he thinks I have only the vaguest idea what he gets up to, and he has a tryst planned.”

  Thorin glanced over to Athol, who stood by the wall sipping his wine. Athol had been by his side, and in his bed, for many years, but Thorin knew it was time to claim a new lover. Though he would not admit it openly, Athol loved another. Thorin planned on practically ordering Athol to be with this other man, and having someone to warm his bed would help convince Athol to let go and move on. His second would perform his duties better if he were happy. With Thorin, he was only content. Athol’s lust was sated, and he felt he did his duty well by maintaining the intimate relationship, but Thorin wanted more for Athol.

  And for himself.

  “Very well. Tonight, I shall watch, and on the morrow, I will depart.”

  Murien lifted his wine goblet. “I hope I have one less son when you do.”

  Thorin refilled his goblet and raised it as well. “You do know how you got them, don’t you? Perhaps you should’ve started drinking the black milk sooner.” Black milk was an herbal mixture that kept men from seeding their lovers, and the trading of the thorny little root that made it work had made Thorin and his people rich indeed. He knew Murien had singled him out because the trade in that one item was so vital to his own kingdom.

  Murien laughed now. “Yes, well, I was a spoiled prince as well in those days. And an only child. I thought the more the better.” He shook his head and went back to his wine.

  Thorin sat back in his chair, ready to be patient.

  * * *

  Thorin went to his chambers and threw off his furs. Murien’s people loved to see him wear them, but the fires in the palace made it far too warm for anything more than his loincloth and boots. He’d found the people in the palace liked this attire as well, though. Already many servants had come to see to his needs, and he had indulged with each of them and allowed them to suck his cock. He and Athol had not touched on this trip, and if all went well with the little princeling, Thorin would sever the sexual part of their relationsh
ip on their return to their own land.

  Athol walked in and shut the door. “How much has he told you?”

  “About the youngest one?”

  Athol nodded.

  “Not much. I understand he is going to entertain us tonight.”

  “Yes,” Athol said, “and I’ve spies of my own who’ve given me some interesting details.”

  “Indeed?”

  Athol sat on the bed and cast off his own fur. “He likes to be taken by force. Dominated and treated roughly.”

  “Does he?”

  “Tonight, three guards are going to overtake him as part of his little fantasy. Have their way with him. And then be well paid not to say anything.”

  “And we’ll watch from a secret passage?”

  “I’ve already checked it out. We should have a fine view of whatever they do to him.”

  Thorin turned to the fire so Athol wouldn’t see his cock responding under his loincloth. “What else have you heard?” If Alexander liked being watched and being touched by multiple men—not to mention being taken roughly—then he might indeed be exactly what Thorin needed right now.

  “He likes to have his pleasure delayed. To have his cock or balls bound so his release is denied. A touch of pain, but he lashes out and makes it clear when it is too much. But being made to submit, above all, is his pleasure.”

  “His father says he never obeys.”

  “Ah, that is the thing about him. His submission is limited to these encounters. In everything else, he is stubborn and domineering and selfish. Very selfish. Thinks a lot of himself. I find him arrogant, though I’m sure you could tame him.”

  “Yet craves to be degraded as he’s pleasured?” Thorin chuckled. “I like the sound of him.”

  “He’s short, compared to you, but he’s a delight to gaze upon.”

  Thorin turned back to Athol. “He’ll be to my liking?”

  Athol nodded, his eyes flicking to the loincloth and lingering. “His mouth especially. Full, expressive lips. Flashing eyes. And his body is pleasing. The king showed me the passage earlier today, and I watched the prince bathe.”

  “And did you desire him? Want to touch him?”