Anger Management for Alphas (3 page)

Angel wrapped one leg around Landon, moaning into their kiss.
Landon bit his mate's lower lip as he lifted Angel, supporting him against the
wall to gain better access to Angel's delicious ass. When Landon kneaded the
round globes, Angel threw his head back, breaking the kiss with a lost little
gasp. Landon didn't think he'd ever seen anything or anyone so beautiful, so
effortlessly perfect. He was enthralled by the sight of Angel's submission. His
fangs ached to be buried in the flawless flesh of Angel's throat—but he
couldn't do it, not yet.

He rubbed his finger over the hidden entrance to Angel's
body, drawing another moan from his mate. "Landon, please," Angel
cried out, "please..."

The sound of his name on Angel's lips was dizzying, truly the
most beautiful song Landon had ever heard. Angel's hard cock rubbed against his
abdomen, and the scent of his arousal went to Landon's head like the most
potent drug in existence. Landon grunted and slid his finger into his mate's channel.

Angel was tight, almost impossibly so. His ass muscles
clenched around the invader and he whimpered pleadingly as he tried to push
back on the impaling digit. It was a little difficult, since he also kept
grinding against Landon's abs, as if he couldn't quite decide what he craved
more—the penetration, or the friction.

Landon made sure his mate wasn't uncomfortable, then started
to move his finger in and out of Angel. He aimed for Angel's prostate, and
grinned when a choked moan from his mate signaled the fact that he'd found his
target. Angel's rhythm became even more frantic, but he wasn't there yet. He
was hovering over the edge of climax, but not close enough for him to come.

Landon massaged Angel's special spot, all the while doing his
best not to embarrass himself and orgasm simply at the sound of Angel's voice.
That became quite an effort when Angel practically screamed, "Please...
Please, Landon. Fuck me."

Landon could have done it. He could have fucked Angel right
then and there, claimed his mate against the shower tiles. Angel wanted it—that
much was clear. It would have been incredibly easy to just thrust inside his
mate's willing body. But Angel deserved better. He deserved to be taken on
silken sheets, peppered with kisses, writhing under Landon's ministrations.
Landon couldn't just surrender to his instincts and forget that.

He also couldn't deny his mate the pleasure Angel so
obviously craved. Setting Angel back down, he knelt in front of his mate for
the second time. He was forced to slide his fingers out of Angel's ass in the
process—causing Angel to make a small mournful sound—but he mentally vowed it
would be worth it.

This time, Landon didn't tease, nor did he make any silent
promises he didn't keep. He took Angel's dick in his mouth and started to suck
in earnest. The Alpha inside him had always enjoyed giving blow jobs, since
even when he was on his knees, he remained in complete control. He loved it
more now, the wolf howling in triumph as Landon destroyed the last remnants of
his mate's composure.

Holding onto Angel's hips, he worshiped the slender shaft in
his mouth, idly thinking that it was just as beautiful as its owner. Focusing
on the head of his mate's dick, Landon gathered the already leaking fluid on
his tongue. He almost regretted doing this in the shower, since some of the
flavor was wasted, but the rising sounds of his mate's cries convinced him he'd
made the right call.

For a little while, he continued to alternate hard suction
with teasing licks. When he thought Angel was particularly close to coming, he
gripped the base of his mate's shaft, keeping Angel on the edge for a while
longer. Finally, when he had his beautiful dove writhing and clawing at the
tiles, he released his hold on Angel's testes and thrust two fingers into his
mate's anus.

With a howl that rivaled that of Landon's wolf, Angel came.
Spurts of sweet and salty cream filled Landon's mouth, and he swallowed every
single delicious drop. His mate lost his balance, his knees giving out because
of the force of his climax, but Landon caught him before he could fall.

Now on his feet, he lifted Angel in his arms and turned off
the tap. It took a bit of clever maneuvering to dry them both off, which was
harder than it should have been given that Landon hadn't come yet. Nonetheless,
he managed. Eventually, he carried his mate into the bedroom and gently set him
on the mattress.

For all his earlier climax, Angel looked disgruntled. With
his hair all over the place from the shower, he reminded Landon of a pissed off
bird fluffing his feathers to point out his irritation. "You didn't
come," Angel pointed out.

"I have plenty of time," Landon replied as he
climbed onto the bed with his mate. He licked Angel's ear and drew a shudder
from his lover. "I'm nowhere near done with you, Angel."

Chapter Three

Throughout his life, Angel had received many requests of
courtship. Despite being doves, it was not unusual for one of their kind to be
unable to find his or her mate, so most people sought out the companionship and
affection of others to fill that void. Such a union would never be as perfect
as a true bond, but it didn't make it any less real.

Angel had refused each offer, because in his heart, he hadn't
wanted to make a promise he couldn't keep. He had waited, holding onto the hope
that his mate was out there, and that they'd find each other eventually.

He'd never been happier for his decision than now, when
Landon was touching him all over, showing him what it meant to be with his
other half.

Angel's earlier orgasm had chased away some of his urgency,
but he remained very much aware that Landon wasn't in the same situation. He
was tempted to reach out to his mate and suck Landon's cock, to drive him crazy
just like Landon had done to him, but the werewolf didn't seem to want that—or
at least, he didn't show it. His hands roamed over Angel's cheeks, his nose,
his mouth, then traveled down his neck and abdomen. His lips soon followed the
same path. He was once more exploring every inch of Angel, just like he'd done
in the shower, and Angel wasn't selfless enough to complain.

Still lax and a bit dizzy from the orgasm, Angel completely
surrendered to his mate's ministrations. When Landon's hot mouth enclosed his
nipple, he arched his back and gasped. Landon caressed his hip, a silent assurance
that he would give Angel everything he wanted, and more.

Angel's cock was already hard again, his body responding to
his mate's proximity and masterful touch. Landon released his nipple with a wet
pop and whispered, "Close your eyes, my angel. Relax and let me take care
of you."

Angel complied, although something wicked stirred in his
chest. He would indulge his mate for now, because Landon needed this
reassurance. But Angel also wanted to take care of his mate. It went both ways,
and Angel couldn't wait to show Landon that.

He reassessed the thought when Landon's wicked tongue
continued to explore his body. Okay, maybe Angel's little plan
could
wait. After all, there was no rush. They had already agreed that they had
plenty of time—all the time in the world.

It was strangely peaceful, to acknowledge that, to finally
understand he at last had what he'd been waiting for. Some people would have
almost called it anticlimactic. It was just so easy to fall into the haze of
lazy pleasure, to succumb to the hypnotic spell Landon weaved around him. Angel
wondered if werewolves had magic. He didn't think so, but maybe Landon was
special. It definitely felt that way to Angel.

Every swirl of tongue seemed designed to draw the most
sensation and to convey just the right message. Nerve endings Angel hadn't even
been aware of flared to life under Landon's careful ministrations. From the
hollow of his throat, to his chest, his bellybutton, and down to his toes,
everything Angel was became the target of Landon's gentle ruthlessness.

Landon's hands were never idle either. Those clever fingers
zeroed in on Angel's groin, rubbing his taint, massaging his sac. Sensations
piled on top of one another, making Angel's body vibrate with pent up bliss.

He would have undoubtedly come already if not for the earlier
blow job. As it was, he held on—just barely, but he did.

Oddly, it wasn't a touch that snapped the frayed edges of his
control. Rather, it was a phrase, three simple words that reached out to
Angel's very core.

There was one moment, a single moment when Landon lifted his
head and murmured, "Angel... My mate."

It was like a switch was flipped in Angel's mind. His eyes
shot open and he suddenly knew that above all else, he needed to show Landon
that he felt the same. Before his mate could figure out his change in mood,
Angel shoved Landon off. His lover's eyes went wide and in his shock, he fell
back on the bed, just like Angel had wanted him to.

The thing about most bird shifters was that they were sorely
underestimated. Doves in particular looked delicate, which often translated
into people thinking they could do whatever the hell they wanted without Angel
being able to retaliate. This was actually the main reason why he'd ended up at
the anger management class, since a stupid human had decided Angel's choice of
outfit irritated his sensibilities. Despite his injury, Angel's arms still
remained very strong, and he'd proven it quite eloquently to the man.

Naturally, Landon's mistake was nowhere near as frustrating.
In fact, it was nice to be able to surprise the werewolf. It wasn't necessarily
that Angel had a point to prove, but to him, to any dove shifter, a bond meant
sharing—everything and anything. It meant entwining their lives and
understanding one another, accepting flaws and struggling through dark times
side by side. Finally, it meant building a family, a nest, raising squabs who'd
one day find mates of their own.

Landon and Angel were just beginning their story, but every
step of the way was important. "It's my turn now," he told his mate.
"Don't forget, someone has to take care of you too."

Landon opened his mouth, perhaps intending to protest, but
Angel didn't allow it. He gripped Landon's erection in his fist, jacking his
mate off lazily. Landon released a sort of half-growl, half-moan sound that
Angel had decided was unique to just him. "Angel..."

Even if Angel would have liked to make things last, he
couldn't resist the husky tone of Landon's voice. He reached for the nightstand
and blindly rummaged through the drawer. Thankfully, he found the half-full
bottle of lubricant without too much effort.

The maneuvering around meant that he couldn't focus on Landon
as much as he'd have liked, but his mate didn't seem to begrudge him that. He
waited for Angel, although he didn't do so patiently. Angel noticed with no
little amount of satisfaction that Landon's fingernails had turned into claws,
and he was currently tearing straight through Angel's sheets.

It was strange, but Angel realized he wanted that. He wanted
both Landon's gentleness, and his fierceness. He knew Landon was worried about
hurting his arm, and it frustrated him that it was yet another obstacle his
father had set in his path. But Angel didn't want to think about that now.
Today, he could fly. He could love and he could be—and nothing, no one else
mattered.

He opened the tube of lubricant and squirted a generous
amount on his fingers. Once more, he took hold of Landon's dick, spreading the
slick fluid all over the shaft. Landon hissed and tossed his head back, the
tension in his muscles speaking volumes of the control the werewolf was trying
to exert.
Just a little longer,
Angel mentally told his mate—even if
Landon couldn't hear him.

Once he was satisfied he'd prepared Landon enough, he set
about doing the same thing for himself, or at least, the equivalent. He reached
for his own hole and inserted two fingers in his body. He was already a little
stretched after the shower, and in all honesty, his touch felt nowhere near as
good as Landon's, but he got the most amazing kick out of the way Landon looked
at him—like he was the most beautiful thing in the world.

Under the circumstances, Angel couldn't linger on foreplay
for much longer. He slid his fingers out of his channel and positioned his body
over Landon. He planned on impaling himself on Landon's hard cock, but his mate
had other ideas.

At the last moment, his lover's hands landed on his hips,
taking control and keeping Angel from making any abrupt motion. He didn't
actually prevent Angel from moving, but he did slow things down.

Angel went along with it, if only because he'd never actually
done this before. Despite his stubbornness and determination, he knew better
than to believe he was an experienced lover. As such, he let his mate set the
pace, and he was not disappointed.

The head of Landon's dick popped past Angel's ring of
guardian muscle, drawing a moan out of him. The entry burned, yes, Landon's
girth far more significant than that of a few fingers. Even so, Angel loved it.
The slight pain made everything more real. Each individual sensation became
sharper, every color brighter and more intense.

Landon took his time, and Angel moved with him, as slowly as
his mate indicated. Finally, Landon was fully inside him, his cock filling
Angel to the brim. It felt so good it was almost unbearable. Angel's head was
swirling, and he could barely breathe due to all the sensation swamping his
body. The position allowed Landon to go deeper inside Angel than would have
been possible otherwise, and Angel had never felt more owned and more complete
in his life.

It was a perfect moment, or at least it seemed that way until
Landon finally started to move. Landon's cock brushed against Angel's prostate,
and bliss exploded over him. His thought processes collapsed, the instincts of
his shifter rushing to the fore.

This was not the first time Landon's presence reminded Angel
of flying, but now, it was no mere memory. In his mind, he could truly see
himself soaring through the skies, his wings extended as he braved the wide
horizon. He dared to fly higher, and the sun's rays blinded him, but he wasn't
afraid. The heat was welcoming, all-encompassing, pure perfection. It burned
Angel from the inside out, but it also built him anew, like he was no mere
dove, but the legendary phoenix.

As Landon thrust up inside him, Angel pushed back, riding his
mate, seeking more of the addicting sensations. He heard himself cry out, but
he didn't know what he said. The words themselves didn't matter, but the result
definitely did, because Landon finally allowed himself to let go.

The deep, but slow thrusts exploded into an almost punishing
rhythm. Landon snarled as he moved in and out of Angel, fucking him for all he
was worth. At first, Angel tried to match Landon's rhythm, but in the end, he
found that he could not, and he stopped trying. He simply held on, allowing the
storm of his mate's passion to engulf him.

All the while, he did his best not to look away from Landon's
handsome face. The grimace twisting the werewolf's features could have been
interpreted as pained if not for the feverish, hot look in Landon's green-gold
eyes. It was those eyes that told Angel what was about to happen, giving him
the warning and the opportunity to back out. Of course, Angel didn't. He tilted
his head, offering his throat to his mate, waiting for what he knew would come.

Paradoxically, the knowledge didn't truly prepare him for the
nearly agonizing pleasure that exploded through him when his mate buried his
fangs in his flesh. Their bond slid into place, and both of them came at the
same time as emotions, sensations and memories crowded in their shared mind,
threatening to overwhelm them. Angel felt Landon swell inside him, the head of
the werewolf's cock thickening and continuing to stimulate Angel's prostate. He
had heard rumors about the knotting thing werewolves did, but he'd never
thought he'd experience it, or that it would feel like this.

And beyond the carnality of the moment, there was just...
them. Angel couldn't hope to explain it otherwise. He and Landon were one,
their minds, souls and bodies completely in synch. Angel soothed Landon's
wounded heart, assuring his mate that he'd never be alone again, but that went
both ways. Their feelings fed on one another, chasing away all potential doubts
and fears. Landon's voice drifted into Angel's mind, full of undisguised
affection.
"My mate. My beautiful dove."

"Yours,"
Angel confirmed simply.

He couldn't muster the focus to say or think anything else,
but he didn't have to. It was enough, since their souls and bodies spoke for
them.

Angel had no idea how long it lasted—a second, or an age—but
it still seemed to end far too soon. Landon released his hold on Angel's throat
and licked the wound with the same worshipful care he'd washed Angel in the
shower. They collapsed together on Angel's bed, although Landon's knot didn't
allow them to separate just yet.

As they caught their breaths, Landon kissed Angel's sweaty
nape and murmured, "You know, I thought I was ready for the moment I found
my mate, but you... You're more than I could have ever expected."

"Mmm... You're not so bad yourself, Alpha."

Landon chuckled. "I think I like it when you call me
Alpha in bed. Somehow, it doesn't feel like a burden anymore."

Both of them winced as Landon slid out of Angel, and the
sensation was so distracting Angel almost missed his mate's following words.
"My pack will be disappointed that I won't have heirs, but they'll
deal."

Landon was probably trying to prepare Angel for the
unavoidable moment when he'd have to deal with the realities of the werewolf
world, but he failed abysmally. Angel turned around and faced his mate, hiding
a smirk. "Landon... You do know that male dove-shifters can carry
children. Don't you?"

Landon just stared at him, and for some reason, that struck
Angel as hilarious. He burst into laughter, loud, open chuckles that left him
as breathless as their lovemaking had. Landon huffed at him and caught his arms
in a half-hearted attempt to stop him. "You mocking me?"

"I wouldn't dream of it, Alpha," Angel somehow
managed to say.

He didn't mean the words to come out seductively, but they
did. An instant later, they were kissing again, and the last thought that
occurred to Angel was that, if he wasn't pregnant already, he definitely would
be very soon.