have to make something up to me. Why can’t you just trust that
I forgive you and let it go?”
Shit. Damn. Fucking Hell. His little sweetie was also damn
perceptive, but Zander couldn’t help feeling just a wee tinge of
relief. Alpha wolves did not bottom, at least not from what
Zander had heard. While Zander was totally prepared to let
himself be topped, confident he could control his wolf, Terry was
right. It had been an offer made as a way of showing how sorry
he was. And Terry knew that and, putting his needs first yet
again, had turned him down. It was that realization that spurred
the next words out of his mouth.
“But you will do it one day? When you’re super sure about me?”
The warmth in Terry’s eyes was intoxicating, his smile addictive
and the brief kiss Terry gave him was enough to set every nerve
ending in Zander’s body on fire. Zander tightened his arms
around Terry’s hips, pulling the man closer so that their erections
could greet each other through their pants. Not ideal, but it was
a move in the right direction.
“I’m already sure about you, my big strong Alpha,” Terry said,
stroking his fingers down Zander’s face softly. “And I would love
for us to enjoy another first together. That first. But it should be
a celebration for something positive, or to mark a special
occasion, not a payment for something you feel you owe me. I
couldn’t do that to you.”
“I love you,” Zander blurted out. He’d never said those words to
another person in his life, but he had to let his mate know how
he felt. As the words spilled out, he knew they were true. His
heart lifted as he saw the gleam in Terry’s eyes, the wonder in
that finely featured face and then the pure joy as the smaller
man smiled – Yes! He’d been right to trust his mate with his
heart.
“I love you too,” Terry said, covering Zander’s face with tiny
kisses. “I never thought you’d say it, I never believed, but oh,
you did, and now…”
“Now?” Zander couldn’t stop his own teasing smile. He felt free,
the weight of his past actions had eased. He’d shared his feelings
and they had been returned tenfold. Terry loved him and that
was enough for Zander to know he truly was forgiven.
“Now I want you to take me to bed and fuck me through the
mattress. I need you to feel you inside of me, possessing me,
wanting me, using that big cock of yours the way you’re meant
to.”
“I’ll always want you,” Zander promised as he stood up with
Terry clinging tightly to his body. Zander did want his mate, all
the time. In fact, after the night they’d had, and after the talk
they’d shared, he wasn’t sure he would be able to wait until he
got into the bedroom. His cock was throbbing with one purpose
– to be inside of his mate. An idea Zander could totally get
behind in a big way.
Chapter Twenty One
Terry had always had a thing for confident men, and while
Zander didn’t talk much, he was proving himself a man of action.
Being the focus of so much single-minded attention was mind
blowing. Terry had previously kept a tight lid on his emotions
around his mate, not wanting to pressure Zander into making
declarations he wasn’t ready for. But the moment Zander had
uttered those precious three words, it was like a tight band had
loosened itself from around Terry’s chest. He felt totally free to
express his love for his mate in return. He couldn’t believe his
fairy tale of a true mate was actually coming true.
Although there was nothing remotely Disney-like going on at the
moment. Clothes were discarded with indecent haste including
the sound of ripping cloth, before Zander’s huge body blanketed
his, pushing his body into the mattress, stealing his breath. Terry
was sure Zander was trying to tap his tonsils with that fat tongue
of his, and as hands mapped his body, searching, teasing,
rampant seduction with every touch, Terry’s whole being went
into overdrive. Mind, body and even his twin spirits, all
overwhelmed by the sheer emotion pouring off his mate and
coursing through his own body. Terry knew the whimpers and
moans he could hear were his, but his brain wouldn’t let him
formulate any words. It was too caught up trying to process the
pleasure Terry felt from every caress of Zander’s hands and
tongue. Fuck, he needed words!
Terry wanted to beg, to plead, to yell at Zander to get a move
on. To shove that big cock his mate always seemed to have at
the ready, straight in his ass until he couldn’t get it any deeper.
Until they were one. For the first time Terry resented the fact
that he would never need any prep, that his body loosened,
opened, and lubed itself the moment he became aroused around
his fated one. If he wasn’t ready, then maybe Zander would have
stuck something in his ass by now. Fingers, tongue, a huge
fucking cock. Terry didn’t care, he just wanted it. His whole body
ached with the need he couldn’t keep inside.
Thank the Fates his mate seemed to be on the same wavelength.
Terry felt a slight chill as Zander’s body lifted from his, and then
disorientation as Zander flipped him over onto his stomach.
Hands gripped his hips pulling him into position, and with one
swift thrust, Zander mounted him, his cock wedged in deep,
Zander’s chest hard over his back.
“Home,” Zander whispered in his ear. “You’re my home.”
Terry’s insides melted at Zander’s uncharacteristic romance, but
his body needed more than words. He wanted to feel Zander into
next week.
Move.
Okay he might have yelled through their mind link, but Terry’s
whole body was a mass of tingly nerves and sensations he
couldn’t control or contain. He needed, he wanted, he didn’t
know which way was up, and the only thing that made any sense
to him was the solid length filling him and the slap of skin on
skin as Zander rutted hard, deep and fast – in and out of Terry’s
willing hole – like a demon possessed.
Underneath Terry rocked with him, going with the flow, getting
caught up in Zander’s rhythm, the big man’s need for him
piercing every part of his consciousness. There was so much
Terry could feel. Zander’s possessive nature, his own sexual
need that appeared to burn through every part of Zander’s body,
his strength, the power of his wolf and underneath all of it, his
deep love. Zander loved him and it added a special layer of
meaning to the sex they shared. Terry had never expected the
sex between them could get any better, but it had, and he
reveled in the wonder of it.
When his orgasm hit him, Terry cried out as his spunk hit the
sheets below. Relief he had reached satisfaction, regret that the
end had come too quickly. But it seemed that Zander had a lot
more control than he did and even as Terry felt his body lapse
into a
fterglow status, Zander renewed his efforts, pushing
harder, faster, grunting as their skin slapped together, his
stubble caressing Terry’s face and neck.
“You will come again before I’m finished,” Zander promised and
the deep huskiness of his voice had Terry’s cock firming up again
before it had even fully gone down. Collapsing his arms Terry
laid his face to one side on the sheets, giving himself over to
Zander’s passion. The big man followed him down, his hips never
missing a beat, and even as he wondered how the hell a man
could do that, Terry couldn’t ignore the flames that shot through
him as Zander lovingly ran his canines over his mating mark.
Terry felt himself floating, his body anchored by the weight of
Zander over him, his mate’s cock inciting pleasure with every
thrust. His mind, his soul, his wolf spirit – it was as though they
were floating above him. All he could feel was pleasure, all he
knew in that moment was Zander and although he could barely
believe it, when he finally felt Zander’s hips stutter, his thrusts
becoming more erratic and the length inside of him swelled just
that little bit more, Terry was ready. He was ready to come
again, just like his mate had promised. He just needed one last
thing…
Zander’s teeth pierced his throat, one split second of pain, then
wafts of pleasure flooding his body. Terry moaned, no energy
left to cry out as he erupted, his sperm soaking the sheets
beneath him at the same time as Zander’s coated his insides.
Then Zander’s teeth were free, a brief lick and the last thing
Terry heard as he fell into sleep was the caressing voice of his
mate.
“I love you so very much.”
Terry hoped he responded. He thought he got his mouth to say
the words. But honestly he wasn’t sure. Sticky, laying on a wet
spot, none of that mattered either. He was asleep.
Chapter Twenty Two
Terry hummed quietly, an illusion of calm among the chaos in
the dressing room at the back of the hall where the rehearsal for
the Diva night was underway. It had been just over two months
since he and Zander had got together and in that time both men
had adjusted to living together and finding ways to show their
love for each other. Zander took Terry out as regularly as his job
allowed, never worrying about slur comments, or the odd looks
some women gave him. It seemed to Terry that from the
moment Zander had made his choice, and come to his senses,
the man didn’t blink at what other people thought about him.
Zander was proving to be the most devoted of mates.
Terry had met some of Zander’s work colleagues, they had
double dated with Richard and Roy, gone to dinner with Joel,
Charlie and Max, even Morgana, Davina and Lucy had joined
them at a karaoke place one night. The only place Terry wouldn’t
go, even with Zander, was Club Blue, despite his friends telling
him more than once that the odious Norman had gone into hiding
since the class action suit against him had been filed. Terry
wasn’t about to run the risk of seeing the man again.
The two men had also gone for runs together in wolf form a few
times, Zander driving the 50 miles north of the city to the Sam
Houston National Forest area. Zander was always careful,
making sure no hikers or campers were nearby before either of
them shifted. No wolf of any kind had been seen in Texas since
the 1970s and with Zander proving to be a big black animal, and
Terry being smaller, but pure white, it was imperative they kept
away from public trails. Terry had been stunned at how playful
his big Alpha could be. Protective, but so much fun to play with.
Terry had missed that, having only ever run with his parents in
the past. But by far, his favorite times were when he and Zander
were home alone together.
Only the day before, Zander had come home after a raid on some
drug house or other. Terry had always thought his mate looked
hot in anything, but it was the feral look in Zander’s eyes that
caught his attention from the moment bigger man had burst
through the door. Zander’s wolf had been in control, hyped up
on adrenaline and probably feeling antsy at the conclusion of a
hunt and the lack of a kill. Terry had just enough time to get his
jeans off before Zander pounced. Yep, nothing like being
pounded up against a wall by a guy in full riot gear.
“Take that soppy look off your face, something’s shrunk this
dress. It won’t do up!”
Evita, one of Terry’s favorite new friends was standing right
beside him, tugging at his dark blue chiffon outfit. The drag
queen was right. The dress wasn’t meeting around Evita’s
middle. Normally that would be grounds for a panic attack,
especially with a full dress rehearsal going on, but Terry smiled.
“Step over here, lovely. This fitted you yesterday. So just how
many cream donuts did you have before the show?” He tugged
Evita around, not an easy feat when the man was at least four
times bigger than he was. Working quickly, he opened up the
part of the zip Evita had gotten done up and pulled out his trusty
stitch ripper.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about young man. I…” Evita
trailed off as Terry quickly ripped through a false seam. A quick
check had the zip closing smoothly to the top and Evita’s dress
Evita gasped, turning to look at the full length mirror that Terry
had on the wall by his make-shift work station. Pirouetting
around on high heels when you weighed over 200lbs couldn’t be
easy, but Evita did it with grace and style.
“How did you…what did you…how did you know?”
“I don’t just pay attention to your dresses, sweetheart,” Terry
said softly. “You eat when you get nervous and you still have a
hint of cream on your teeth. I put in a false seam when I made
your adjustments the other day just in case this happened.”
Evita blushed, something else the big man shouldn’t have been
able to pull off. But Terry had seen Evita in full Diva mode, and
she was beautiful – very big, but a stunning presence on stage.
“I can’t help eating when I know I’m going on stage,” Evita
whispered, “but no one has ever taken my weight fluctuations
into consideration before. But baked stuff makes me bloat up
like nothing on earth.”
“You might want to consider gluten free. But you look beautiful
and that was all I was hoping for,” Terry assured her. “Now go
and get your face done and then get out on that stage and strut
your stuff.”
“You’ll be getting a lot more work from me,” Evita promised him
as the drag queen dropped a kiss on Terry’s head and wafted off
to the makeup area.
Terry kept smiling as he tried to clean up some of the mess left
by men who wanted their transformation to be perfect, but didn’t
think about little things like putting lids back on make
up jars,
clothes in lockers or shoes on racks. The rehearsal was coming
to an end. It was the last one before the real deal which was to
be held in two days’ time. He wondered how many other
alterations he would have to make to twenty odd costumes
between now and then. Terry had gotten to know his new clients
well over the past three months and he was confident he was
prepared for any eventuality.
Taking a quick glance at the clock on the wall, Terry picked up
the pace. Zander said he would be off work in time to see the
finale and to take him home. It had been, oh, almost ten hours
since he’d seen his mate, and Terry wanted him with an intensity
that was getting hard to hide. Thank goodness Zander usually
felt the same way. Maybe they could have a quickie in the SUV
again before they went home. Terry’s ass clenched at the
thought, and he got to work.
/~/~/~/~/
Zander let himself into the hall, noting that all of the attention
seemed to be onstage. There weren’t many people around, only
the Diva’s and crew had been invited for the dress rehearsal.
Zander couldn’t see any sign of Terry, but his mate had warned
him earlier that he would probably be busy backstage until the
rehearsal was over. On the night of the function itself, Terry
would be introduced at the end of the show, as the designer of
the clothes worn by the Diva’s and their escorts, but as tonight
was only a rehearsal for the ladies to go through their paces,
Terry had said he would meet him in the hall, as soon as he was
done. From what Zander could see, all of the ladies were on
stage, so Terry shouldn’t be too far away.
Wanting to stay out of the way, Zander made his way across the
room to a chair in the shadows of a support column. He moved
quickly and quietly, keeping an eye on everyone and everything
else. For some reason his wolf was on edge, but Zander put it
down to spending a full day interviewing drug addicts who had
been pulled in from the raid the day before. A thankless and
hopeless task in most cases and one that usually made it hard
to hide his teeth. Unfortunately busting one set of drug filled
lowlifes didn’t mean the end of his case. It usually meant more
work chasing up new leads, as one con after another tried to
leverage their way out of long sentences by giving up their rivals.