“What?” Whereas my shock had come out as a high pitched squeal and tons of manic movement, Richard goes completely still. His voice is low and breathy. I almost don’t hear him above the rush of the river over the waterfall into the pond below, he’s so quiet.
But I do hear him. I’ve always been incredibly attuned to him. Our parents constantly joke that we are two halves of the same person, just in two different bodies. I’m always so serious, towing the line and following the rules on everything within the pack whereas Richard is always so jovial, pushing boundaries to see how far he can go before he gets in deep shit.
You wouldn’t think that the two of us would be best friends, but we always have been. Even as little kids, it was always Richard and me. Of course, we had Jared and Alistar there and of course we were great friends with them. But Richard and I were barely ever separated, to the point that our parents put trundle beds in each of our rooms because we slept in the same room nearly every night. We did everything together - learned how to shave, joined Cub Scouts and Little League, even discovered our first chest hairs on the same day. We often went on double-dates with whoever we were dating and talked about almost everything. There were very few secrets between us. The main one being that I’m saving myself for my mate.
And that I am deeply in love with Richard.
Well…those were a secret until now.
I stop pacing and look at him. I’ve always wondered what it feels like when you are about to faint. Wolves just don’t unless something is seriously wrong, like extreme exhaustion and dehydration or a serious wound. But the fact that I have just spilled my biggest secret to Richard, professing my love to him like some kind of raving lunatic, has me feeling weak kneed and light headed.
I stumble back slightly and sit down hard on the blanket chest behind me when my knees hit it. Oh, shit! Oh, FUCK! What the hell have I just done?
I don’t realize that I’m talking out loud until Richard interrupts me. He’s kneeling in front of me, his hands on either side of my face. His touch anchors me. It feels almost electric against my skin and his scent is so intoxicating this close to me, a combination of citrus and cinnamon.
“Did you just say that you love me?” he asks. I’m about to deny it, to try and push him away when I see his expression. It’s so full of hope, so much adoration. Could he…? Could he feel the same way?
I can’t speak. I can’t say it again. I just nod. A quick up and down nod.
The smile that breaks out on Richard’s face is beautiful.
He pulls me into him, his lips crashing on mine. I freeze for a second in complete and utter shock. But I quickly shake it off and respond. I crush him to my body, kneeling down on the ground with him so that I can force as much of my body against his as I can.
Against my lips, he says, “I love you, too. I love you so much, Carl.”
I want to sit back and talk about it. To learn when he fell in love with me. Why he’s in love with me. To break down our relationship into the before and after and figure out our next steps like the anal retentive asshole that I am. But I can’t pull myself away from him. This is what I’ve long for for so damn long.
My hands thread through his hair, dominating his mouth with a kiss that I just can’t stop. His touch is like air, his kiss like food. I can’t live without either. I need him. My tongue plunges into his mouth, my hand that isn’t in his hair roaming his chest and feeling the defined muscles all over his body. As the Gamma of the pack, he’s our enforcer and he’s built like a fucking tank.
A tank that I’m about to take on a joy ride.
I feel his hands kneading my ass and he sighs when I tweak one of his nipples through his shirt. Sparks are shooting all over our bodies, any place that we touch. It seems like his scent has gotten stronger and suddenly, I know. It must be midnight. It’s our birthday.
I pull back from our kiss to stare into his deep green eyes, like twin emeralds sparkling in the firelight. “Mate,” I whisper.
His face is an adorable combination of lust and awe. He nods. “Mate.”
My fingers caress his skin. This realization has stopped our frantic movement. I know the slowing down won’t last for long, but for now, I’m going to revel in the touch, feel, and look of my mate.
He does the same, his fingers tracing the lines of my jaw, the curve of my lips, the hair on my chin. Featherlight touches that send jolts of electricity and pleasure throughout my nervous system.
I’m really not sure which one of us moans, but the sound seems to unleash something between us. Suddenly, we’re back to the frantic grabbing, pulling, and kissing of before, though this time it seems even more urgent. I want to feel my mate’s skin against my own. I want to have him touch me in places where no one else has and to feel him in me and all around me as I come undone.
I break the kiss just long enough to free him from his shirt. However, Richard seems to be extremely impatient and just rips my shirt off of my back.
I chuckle against his lips before I nibble and kiss my way down his chin. “Impatient, baby?”
“You have no idea. I’ve wanted to me with you for years. To tell you how I feel and for it to be ok. Apparently the Moon Goddess thinks it is, since she paired the two of us together.”
I groan, not wanting to think about anything other than the monster that I know my mate has in his pants. I’ve seen it several times. Dude is massive and I can’t wait to have it inside of me.
“In that case…” I tear his gym shorts off his body and see just how happy he is for us to finally be getting together. I arch my eyebrow at him, smirking in a way that I know would look perverted in any situation except for this one we currently find ourselves in. “Freeballing, Rich?”
“They’re gym shorts. They have the netting inside them. You don’t need underwear!” He sounds so indignant that I have to pull away and laugh my ass off. This is part of the reason that I love Richard so much. He knows how to make everybody feel at ease in the situation.
When I finally stop laughing and catch my breath, I smile at him, before lowering myself to my stomach.
Richard’s breathing stops as he realizes what I’m about to do. “Oh, fuck, Carl!” he hisses out as my face comes level with his full erect and truly spectacular cock.
I take him in my hand, squeezing the head slightly before moving down his shaft and squeezing at the base.
“Shit!” His breath comes out shakily as he looks at me.
“Just a warning, I’ve obviously never done this before, though I’ve watched my fair share on porn. Tell me if I’m doing it right,” I confess. Now, that could have been a touching revelation moment like they have in the movies, but I don’t give it the time to be. I’ve actually studying a lot of gay porn and even looking at some tutorials to figure out how to give a blowjob properly.
What? I told you that I’m anal retentive.
Keeping my hand moving slowly up and down on his cock with firm strokes, I stare at him as I take one of his balls in my mouth and suck it, rolling my tongue on the sensitive skin.
Richard draws in a loud intake of air, our gazes locked on each other.
Using that as a cue to give him more. I continue sucking on his one ball while rolling the other in my hand, switching back and forth every few minutes.
Richard is panting now, precum dripping from the tip of his cock in front of me. His cock jerks in my hand letting me know how ready he is for me to take him into my mouth. I can’t keep him waiting, right?
I let his ball out of my mouth with a pop before licking up the underside of his cock.
“Oh, Goddess! Carl! That feels amazing!” Richard screams into the night. And I don’t care who hears. He can be as loud as he wants if it means that he likes what I’m going to him.
Concentrating on the head of his cock, I allow my tongue to swirl all around the time, dipping slightly into the slit on the top, then sucking hard on just the tip of his cock. All the while, one of my hands is still stroking his cock.
One of Richard’s hands goes to the back of my head and I can’t help but moan. I’ve fantasized about this. I want him to fuck my mouth. It has my cock weeping in my pants so much that I know there’s a wet spot on the front of them.
But first, I’ve got to make sure I can take his full length.
I open my mouth as much as I can.
Slowly, I open my mouth as wide as I can and lower myself onto his cock. It takes some mind-over-matter persistence to fight my gag reflex, but I finally feel him at the back of my throat.
Precum is flowing out of his tip like water from a garden hose and his grip in my hair is just on the good side of painful. “Holy fucking shit, Carl!” he cries out. His hips involuntarily buck into me, causing me to gag a little, but I manage to stay down on him.
I can’t fight the smile that comes over my face at his reaction to me. This is so hot!
I stay down for a few seconds before pulling off of him to catch my breath.
I cough a bit when I come off of him, but I manage to say to him through glassy eyes, “Fuck my mouth.”
He moans loud, putting his hands on both sides of my head. He guides my face to his cock. The second that I put him in my mouth, he begins to move.
Oh Goddess above, the sparks that are running up and down my body wherever Carl touches me are amazing! I can’t believe that he’s my mate. The one man that I’ve wanted all my life is my mate. But I can’t dwell on it, because his mouth feels fucking amazing. Like, seriously the best blowjob that I’ve gotten in my life. One of his hands is kneading my balls while the other wraps around the base of my cock, squeezing and rotating it at the base. His mouth, oh Goddess his mouth. My eyes roll back in my head as he hollows his cheeks and sucks. He alternates his sucking with his tongue swirling along the underside of my dick. “Carl!” I strangle out. I try to cover my mouth to stifle my moans. Sound carries in the night and, though we are about a mile from the packhouse, werewolves have very sensitive ears. I don’t want my first time with my mate to be interrupted. “I thought you said this was your first time - oh fuck! How are you so good at this?” I have no idea how I ma
I wake to electricity skimming all over my skin, cocooned in the warmth of Richard’s body, with the sun at about 9:00 in the sky. I have no idea how many times we had sex last night, but I do know that I will never forget it. Not only was it an amazing first time, but it was also amazing to find that my best friend was my mate. Now I wake with my head on his chest, his arms around my body. Breathing in his scent of cinnamon and citrus, I look up at his face. His blonde hair has started to get a little shaggy on the sides. I’ll have to remind him to buzz it before the ceremony tonight. Oh, shit! The ceremony. I had almost completely forgotten that we will be having our ceremony tonight. We will have to stand in front of our entire pack, our parents, and the Moon Goddess and take our oaths as Beta and Gamma of the pack. But we can’t do that as a gay mated couple. We have to be able to provide a blood heir. “FUCK!” I groan, sitting up and putting my face in my hands. Of
Two months later… Standing under the spray of the shower, I only just now realize that I’m washing my hair with face wash instead of shampoo. Ugh! This is the third time I’ve done that this week. I sigh, washing my hair out and making sure that I get the shampoo this time. I’ve been doing stupid shit like that a lot lately. Orange juice in my cereal. Forgetting to take the pen cap off of the pen before I use it. Salt instead of sugar in my coffee. Just absentminded stuff. I can’t seem to focus on anything. The only thing that seems to be able to keep my attention is sparring in the arena. The first week after Carl and I rejected each other is a complete blur. I barely remember anything. I didn’t want to get out of bed. I barely ate. I hardly slept. I was extremely depressed, but I couldn’t let others see that. I couldn’t let them know that I’d rejected my mate because I couldn’t let everyone know that I’m gay. That could lead to fights for my position and diss
“Julie, seriously. This is about your brother tonight, not me. He’s the new alpha! You are the one that needs to dress up, not me,” I plead with my best friend. After a deep dive into the pack’s finances, the beta, delta, and gamma of our pack had found out that the alpha was embezzling money from us. Apparently, he was planning on leaving our pack when he retired. Since he didn’t have any children as he had never accepted a mate, he felt no need to stick around and he wanted to make sure he had a nice retirement home. Asshole. I never liked him. My parents and I had moved here because of a lucrative job offer. Pop’s the head of a huge construction firm, combining humans and wolves all over New England. There was a huge hotel being built and Dad was just supposed to be lodging at the Lone Wolf Pack while it was being built.But Dad had fallen in love with the place. Since there was a Lone Wolf pack member that had found her mate in our pack and she wanted to bring her p
I can’t believe I found her the first place I went looking. My second chance mate! And she’s a sexy little vixen, too. Her name is Lauren Densmore, the daughter of one of the warriors and the head of a construction company. She has been training with her mother to help with the warrior training for the newly shifted werewolves. And you can tell by the way she looks. Her waist is so slim that both of my hands can close around it, yet she is anything but frail. In her short, black, strapless dress, I can see her sculpted arms and legs and the heels that she’s wearing make her perky little ass stick out and look perfect for me to squeeze. Lauren’s tits are the perfect handful for me, making them about a D-cup. You wouldn’t think that would just be a handful, but I’m a big ass dude. If someone is going to fill my hands, they’ve gotta be pretty chesty. Her figure isn’t the only thing that draws your eye. This girl is a total knockout. Fair skinned with a smattering of freck
Three weeks later… Meet me at the cliff in an hour. Don’t tell anyone where you’re going. That was the mindlink I got from Richard when he entered our packlands. I could tell it was just when he arrived because I felt him enter the territory through the pack mindlink. He was about fifty minutes away from the packhouse . Did he miss me as much as I missed him? Did he need me as much as I needed him? Is that why he wanted to meet me at the cliff? Would this be another heartbreaking tryst? And even if it is, it’s not like I can refuse him. He is my everything. I know that he won’t get there for a while, but I can’t help it. I leave immediately after his mindlink and head for the cliff to wait. All I’d do while I waited for him would be pacing in my rooms anyway. Might as well have a nice view while I wait, right? It seems like an eternity and the blink of an eye that I wait at the cliff, a blanket spread out underneath me, when I smell his scent of citrus and cinnamon on
Oh fuck! Richard! Baby! This feels so Goddess-damned good! I mind-link to my first mate. Obviously, my mouth is full, so there is no talking. But I still want Richard to know what he and Carl are doing to me. “That’s right, Lori. Suck my cock. You love it when I fuck your mouth, don’t you? You like Carl’s big dick inside of you? I know how amazing it feels in a tight hole. You get my cock nice and wet and you can watch me fuck him.” Richard’s hands fist in my hair, though his movements are gentle, allowing me to get comfortable with being stuffed so full at both ends. Carl, on the other hand, isn’t pulling any punches. His hands are holding on to my waist in a bruising grip. His body is slamming into me with such force that the sound of our skin smacking together fills the night air. He grunts and moans each time that he moves inside of me, his breath fanning my back with each thrust. And I love it. I love it all. “Lauren. Shit, girl. You are so tight. You feel
Three years later… I want to say that these have been three happy years. There definitely have been some happy moments. Introducing Lauren to my parents. Introducing her to the pack as the Gamma female. Seeing her joy in her job in working with the newly shifted wolves. Anniversaries. Birthdays. Dates. But there were some really difficult times, too. Our connection with Carl never fully disappeared. It had diminished quite a bit, I’m guessing from the fact that he and I had rejected each other and he had rejected Lauren. But it never fully went away. Carl went out of his way to avoid us. Early morning trainings, trips to other packs, showing up to meetings right on time and leaving immediately after so that there was no chit chat. He tried to act like we weren’t even there. Everyone noticed. They seemed to think that Carl didn’t like Lauren, since he stopped even talking to me after she arrived. Clara and Jared especially were upset about it and tried anything t