by Marcy Jacks
He didn't want Collin to look at him as though he were adorable. He wanted Collin to look at him as though he were sexy, in control. He wanted the other man to see Sam as his equal.
Not someone who needed to be protected. Not someone who needed to be kept away from other wolves because there was a chance he would be attacked by them for making friends with their mates.
Unfortunately, Sam wasn't going to get what he wanted in that moment. Collin kissed his cheek, then his throat, and then his mouth. "Don't worry, honey. I think it's great when you try to pretend to not be embarrassed."
"Great. Well, you know what would make me a little less embarrassed?"
"What's that?"
"Less talk, more sex. You're overdressed for someone supposedly in a mating heat."
"That I am."
Collin pulled back, peeling his jacket off and tossing it before he pulled his shirt above his head, exposing muscles so perfect they could have been on the cover of a magazine.
It was enough to make Sam a little self-conscious.
He was skirting the edge of being out of shape. He knew he didn't look bad, but if he were to compare himself to the perfection of the person standing in front of him, then Sam was a schlub, plain and simple.
For that reason, he got even more embarrassed when the other man kissed Sam's chest. Not just his chest, but kissed him all the way down his stomach, slowing pulling down Sam's jeans when he made it there, and then, taking Sam's exposed cock in hand, he blew softly on the head.
"God, you're beautiful."
Sam could never tell if Collin was saying that in the heat of the moment or not. It clearly wasn't true. He just wasn't one of those kinds of guys. Not particularly handsome and not a pretty boy either.
If anything, the handsome one was Collin.
So when Collin continued to let his tongue slide along the length of Sam's cock, groaning about how much he enjoyed it, Sam had to wonder if this guy had the world's thickest rose-colored glasses on.
"Perfection."
Sam covered his face with his hands. "Uh, yeah, you too," he said.
Fuck, it was already a struggle to hold back the mounting pleasure. He didn't want to humiliate himself because he didn't know what to say in the heat of the moment.
And once again, Collin was looking at him as if he thought it was adorable that Sam was even putting in the effort.
Sam glared at the man. "Don't look at me like that. I never know what to say when I'm in bed with someone."
"Fair enough. You won't be able to say much of anything anyway."
Sam didn't understand what he meant by that until Collin took his whole cock into his mouth.
Sam opened his mouth with a hard, silent sigh, and as Collin proceeded to rock his world, he got it.
Of course he wouldn't be saying anything right now. His brain had turned to liquid with the head of that mouth on his dick, so what was to say other than for him to enjoy the ride?
Chapter Six
Collin knew how to give an amazing blow job. His mouth tightened and softened in all the right ways, in all the ways Sam never knew he would be into but absolutely was.
Hard and tight on the way down, but then his cheeks softened on the way back up again.
It was good. So good that Sam couldn't catch his breath. He was barely a passenger on this ride. He wasn't even here at all. He was being dragged along, and he had no choice where this train went. He was just there for the ride.
A ride he had no control over.
Collin seemed to know exactly what he was doing. He knew that he was the one controlling Sam's body like a puppeteer working a set of strings.
At first this bothered Sam. He wanted to at least have some sense of control while he was doing this. He wanted to show that he was more than a passenger on this ride. He could participate.
But then Collin took his testicles in hand, and God, he had the hands of an angel. Sam arched up, thrusting his cock deeper into that hot, wet mouth.
"Yeah," he grunted. Sam covered his face with his hands, struggling to contain the rush of pleasure. "Just like that."
He didn't think Collin would reach up and take his hand away from his face.
"Don't do that."
Sam glanced down, horrified the fun had come to a stop. "What are you doing? Don't stop."
Collin's glowing eyes flashed at him. "Don't cover your face. I want to see it when you're yelling my name."
Jesus, he was serious.
And since Sam wanted the other man to keep up with his torture, he nodded, willing to agree to basically anything.
"All right. All right. Just…can you get back to…what you were doing?"
"What? Sucking on your cock?"
Heat rushed into Sam's cheeks. "Yeah. That."
He couldn't handle this. Collin could act like a gentleman all he wanted outside of bed, but in bed, he was a monster.
The best kind of monster there was.
Collin knew he was a tease, too. It was all over his face as he finally put his mouth back to good use.
Sam couldn't help but watch. He looked on as the other man let his lips kiss around the head of his prick, and then when he finally opened his lips and let himself sink down around the length of Sam's cock, even knowing it was coming didn't take away from the pleasure of seeing it in action.
Sam rubbed at his forehead, panting for breath. The heat rose up inside of him again, but at the same time, because of the mating, it wasn't so overpowering that he couldn't handle it.
He wanted more. He wanted to be burned by that sweet heat.
Sam reached down, touching Collin's perfect hair, the back of his neck and shoulders. Even while being given the best blow job in the world, it wasn't enough to make him want to stop touching the other man.
Except then Collin was an asshole and he pulled his mouth back again.
"Lift your hips."
All right, never mind. Sam knew where this was going, and he decided he forgave the other man for putting an end to the pleasure.
So long as it ended with Collin's cock and fingers inside of him, then he didn't care what the other man wanted to do to him.
Collin reached for his nightstand. He opened the little cubby for it, pulling out a brand-new bottle of lube.
Collin smiled at him, but it wasn't his usual, cocky grin. He seemed to be a little bashful.
For once.
"I went out and got a new bottle for you."
Sam blinked, not understanding the significance, but he nodded anyway. "All right, thanks."
He just wanted to know if the stuff Collin was going to use on him would be good.
Collin broke the plastic seal, popped open the cap with his thumb, then poured a healthy amount of lube into his palm.
He rubbed it between his fingers, testing. Collin nodded then got that look in his eyes again before he put his hand onto Sam's thigh, and then Sam felt those beautiful fingers sliding against his hole, around, and then at the center.
Sam felt the familiar welcome pressure next as Collin tested the waters, pushing his fingers forward, thrusting them until Sam's body gave in, opened for him, and then Sam sighed, feeling the sweet relief of those fingers breaching his hole, stretching his asshole, pushing inside, touching his inner walls and making Sam heave a relieved sigh.
"You like that?"
Sam nodded. "Yeah."
"Good."
Sam's eyes popped open. He was barely aware of shutting them when he suddenly felt Collin's mouth back around his cock, taking him all the way to the root while he worked those lovely fingers into him.
Sam's brain couldn't compute that much pleasure at once. It was too good. Too perfect. His spine arched as he stared up at the ceiling, thrusting his cock into Collin's mouth while trying to push his ass down onto his fingers at the same time.
He was going to implode. He couldn't handle this kind of pleasure. He wanted more, and yet it still wasn't enough.
God save him. He was so fu
cked.
Yet Collin seemed to be doing something to him to prevent Sam from coming. He couldn't exactly explain what it was. It wasn't as though the other man was gripping his cock or balls in a way that would keep him from orgasming. No. This was something different. This was something happening inside of Sam's body, and when Collin pulled back, his next words let Sam know Collin really was responsible.
"You like that?"
"H-how are…God, how are you…doing that?"
He couldn't even get the words out without sounding as though he was about to lose his damned mind. He needed to pull some control together, but it was impossible. Right there and just out of reach. Collin worked Sam like a fine instrument.
"It's part of the mating. You'll like this. I can stop you from coming if I want to."
"What?"
Sam didn't mean to yell it out like that. It just happened.
Collin looked suddenly unsure. "Do you want me to stop?"
Sam had to think about that for a minute. "Uh, no. I don't think so."
But Collin looked worried now. "You say the word and I won't do it. I won't do anything you don't want me to do."
Sam wasn't worried, though. The more he thought about it, the more he thought it was a good idea. "No, it's all right. I mean this is just kind of like a ring, right? It makes it better when you do get me off."
Collin's smile returned, as though he were relieved.
Sam didn't understand that.
"That's exactly right, baby. This is supposed to be for you."
Excited, Sam wanted to test out this strange new ability he hadn't known his mate had.
"All right." He got himself comfortable, propping himself up onto his elbows. "Show me what you can do then."
Collin sighed, as though it were a relief to be given leave to do the thing Sam wanted him to do in the first place.
And Collin did it so damn well.
Sam buckled in for an even better ride than he imagined as he realized there was no danger of coming too soon.
He could luxuriate in the pleasure that came with sex, without the fear that he would be the one to end it before they were ready to end it.
Collin flicked his fingers inside of Sam's hole. He bobbed his mouth back and forth, giving Sam as much pleasure as he could, as though he were trying to prove a point in doing so.
That was more than all right with Sam.
His toes curled against the rush of pleasure. Sam's instincts warred within him, to let go to the pleasure, to fight against it because he didn't want to come so soon, and then to remember that he didn't have to worry about so long as Collin was doing that strange mind trick to him.
Was it a mind trick? Or was this a dick trick?
Sam didn't care as he arched his back and shouted. He felt as though he were suddenly coming. The pleasure was too great, the clench in his body and the way his lower belly seemed to be trying to release…
No, it wasn't an orgasm. It wasn't even a dry orgasm. His body ached to come, he wanted it, but whatever Collin was doing to him held that back.
Sam couldn't come. And he wanted to. Fuck, he suddenly didn't care about not being able to go the distance. He wanted that orgasm, and he wanted it right now!
"C-Collin…oh Christ…I think you're going to have to cut it out with that Jedi thing you're doing."
Collin pulled his mouth back from Sam's cock, though his fingers stayed inside, and Sam, God help him, couldn't stop himself from thrusting against those fingers.
As if he really didn't have any control over himself.
"You want to come?"
Sam nodded, feeling that clenching feeling inside him again, but like before, there was no orgasm to be had.
"You want my dick inside you?"
Sam nodded again. "Please. I need it."
"Turn over."
Collin pulled his fingers free, and Sam suddenly wasn't so shy anymore as he immediately did as he was told. He assumed Collin meant for him to be on his hands and knees.
Sam glanced back, watching the other man, waiting for something to happen, waiting for him to give in to his promise and put his cock inside of Sam so he could be put out of his misery already.
"Hurry. Hurry."
Collin slicked his cock. He didn't have a condom this time. Sam was too eager to care if he forgot. He just wanted to be put out of this terrible suffering.
"Collin!"
"I've got you, baby. I've got you."
Collin did have him. He slicked his cock, took Sam by the waist, and pressed the crown of his erection against Sam's waiting pucker.
Sam gurgled a senseless noise when he felt that simple pleasure alone.
That did it for him. That was enough for him to shudder and feel that strange non-release once more.
"Collin, I can still feel it. It's still on me."
"I know, sweetheart, almost there."
What was he talking about? Couldn't he just take off whatever this was supposed to be? Did he have to be inside of Sam for it to be removed from him?
Great, now he was starting to think of this as though he were cursed with some sort of strange spell.
But then Collin thrust all the way to the hilt. Sam felt the touch of Collin’s tight testicles against the back of his thighs.
And it was too much. Collin growled and immediately started to fuck into him with a strength he hadn’t used the night before. Sam cried out, and whatever block that had been placed on him was suddenly gone. He was free, and Sam immediately came, his belly and groin clenching up one more time as warm seed shot from his cock.
Sam tried to reach down to grab onto his dick, to stroke himself while Collin fucked hard and fast into him, but the rhythm proved to be too much for him, and he couldn’t quite do it.
He was forced to hold on for the ride as best as he could.
And it was still so good. It was a torture, but it was the best kind of torture because then, finally, Sam felt whatever hold Collin had on him fade away, and then his body was able to release.
Sam shouted. The best orgasm of his life. It went on and on. Never had his body constricted like this. Never had he experienced such pleasure, and as long as it lasted, it ended far too soon.
Sapped of all of his strength, Sam collapsed onto the bed, face down, his body as limp and weak as boiled spaghetti.
Collin’s body heat behind him, his massive chest pressing him down, heating him up, lulled him.
Sam could hear the sound of the man’s heart. He could feel it thrumming against his back and everything.
He liked it. He could fall asleep to it.
But Collin was still kissing his neck and shoulders as though he wasn’t even close to being finished with him.
Sam smiled at that. “You are incorrigible.”
“You like it?”
Sam nodded. “Mmm hmm.”
“You don’t mind that I did that to you?”
Sam didn’t understand why he was so hung up on that. “You can do that to me whenever you want.”
He meant it, too. It had been a little intense toward the end when he’d worried he would be unable to come at all, but not now that he was here, Collin still inside him, the both of them trying to catch their breaths after that intense round of sex.
“You think you’ll be ready to go again in a few minutes?”
Collin was already canting his hips a little, putting a smile on Sam’s face as he gave a preview of what he had on offer.
Sam rumbled a pleased sigh, his pleasure already starting to mount.
“Yeah. I think I can do that for you.”
Chapter Seven
The sex was amazing and intense. Sam thought he was tired. He thought he wouldn't be able to go on, but he ended up asking for more again and again. He wasn't finished even when Collin was giving hints that he was finished.
Even the next morning, after Sam was able to get some blissful hours of sleep, he found himself waking Collin for more.
And asking him to do t
hat interesting trick he was doing where he held off Sam's orgasm.
Collin seemed concerned and a little hesitant to do it each time, but he always did it.
"You know you don't have to do anything to please me, right?"
Sam didn't understand that. Collin was the one who had offered to do it in the first place. He was the one who’d sprung that amazing power on Sam, and now he kept acting as though it were some big deal that Sam wanted to do it in the first place.
Either way, the fucking was amazing, and even though Sam was pretty sure his ass was going to need a couple of days to recover from that, he was already looking forward to more.
Except the next day the honeymoon phase started to wane a little when he found out Collin might have to go out and check on Dennis, and those supposed hunters.
Dennis was still out there. He was answering his emails the way he was supposed to, but it wasn't safe for him to be out there on his own, and Collin had offered to go out with him.
Sam hated that. He didn't want his mate to go out into danger. He wanted Collin to stay here with him or to keep checking on the houses that Maxwell rented out.
Same was stuck between the idea of biting his tongue and leaving everything alone or starting an argument when he didn't want to fight with anyone about anything.
He didn't want to fight with his new mate, but he didn't want to sit back and let himself be walked over.
Was it being walked over? Collin hadn't asked him how Sam had felt about him going out and putting himself into danger.
He'd just done it then told Sam as though he were supposed to accept that decision without question.
Was he? Sam was going to have to ask Maxwell about that later on to see if this was another wolf thing or if his mate was just being an asshole.
Collin looked at Sam as though he couldn't understand why Sam was pouting.
"Do you have to go?" Sam asked, leaning against the doorway into the kitchen while Collin checked a bag of supplies on the table.
Sam never wished to be a shifter before. He'd always liked himself as he was, but now, knowing Collin was going to go out into the world and Sam was going to be stuck here unable to help…it didn't sit right with him.
He didn't want to be left behind.