Hagen, Lynn - Remi's Pup [Brac Pack 4] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) (7 page)

“Let me fuck you, Remi. Please. I have to fuck you.” Drew shot behind Remi, humping the back of his thigh as he held onto Remi’s hips.

Oh, hell no. Remi was a top all the way. He never bottomed for anyone.
Ever.

Drew began to grunt as he stabbed his cock forcefully between Remi’s thighs. Drew snagged his fingers into Remi’s waistband, trying to pull his jeans down.

Remi whirled around, crushing Drew’s wrists in his hand and biting his shoulder, hard.

“Yes, bite me. Make me come.”

Drew was humping air now, his hips jerking as his cock bobbed up and down.

Remi pushed him away as he stripped out of his clothes, pushing Drew back by his forehead with the palm of Remi’s hand. “Dammit, pup. Hold still.”

When Remi was finally naked, Drew pounced, knocking Remi off balance as he landed on the floor with a thud.

“Where the hell are you getting all this strength from?” As bad as Remi wanted to be angry at his little pup, he was turned the hell on. Thoughts he’d never had before were racing through his mind. He rolled Drew until he had him pinned, letting Drew’s cock tap at his ass cheeks. Could he? Even for Drew?

Remi shot up and ran into the bedroom with a horny Drew chasing him. He reached the bedside drawer and snagged the lube before Drew’s arms caught him around the waist and tackled him to the bed.

“
Mine!” Drew growled.

Drew was going berserk. He shoved at Remi’s legs, trying to jam his cock into Remi. Fuck this. Remi wrapped his legs around Drew’s waist and heaved him over to his left, dropping him down on the bed. Little shit.

“You wanna fuck me, pup? Do you?” Remi bit out.

Drew’s head was nodding up and down in rapid succession.

“Then you fucking do it right.”

Remi turned over onto his hands and knees, squirting the lube down the crack of his ass. He had to gently kick Drew back, stopping him from impaling Remi.

“I said do it right!”

Drew rammed two fingers into Remi. Fuck! Remi’s eyes burst with white light as pain tore through him. He gently kicked Drew back again only this time making his mate hit the floor.

“You little shit. You trying to rip me open?”

Drew whined as he looked up at Remi, his cock bouncing up and down as it throbbed. Remi knew Drew couldn’t stop himself. He could feel the burning lust his mate was enduring.

He heaved a sigh as he pulled Drew up. “Easy, understand?”

Drew nodded. Remi could tell his mate was straining not to knock him over and stick his cock in his ass, his mouth, his ear. At this point, his mate wouldn’t give a damn.

Remi slowly crawled back on the bed, watching Drew over his shoulder.

Drew gently slid two fingers in this time, stretching Remi. Drew lubed his cock and pushed past the ring of muscles.

“Stop, wait.” Remi was panting. How the hell did Drew take it up the ass? Bottoming hurt. The burning began to ease. Remi nodded.

Drew pushed all the way in before Remi could stop him again. He began thrusting, maneuvering his hips until he hit Remi’s gland on the down stroke.

“Holy shit!” Remi’s head fell back as pure pleasure exploded. This, this right here he could handle. “Go for it, Drew. Let loose.”

Drew’s began to thrust with sheer force as he slammed into Remi. His mate screamed to the top of his lungs as he exploded into his Remi’s virgin ass. But it wasn’t enough. Drew’s dick was still iron hard.

“Remi, help me. I can’t make it go down.” Drew cried out.

Remi kicked him back, flipping over as Drew jumped on the bed and rammed back in. Remi wrapped his legs around Drew’s waist, being careful that his massive thighs didn’t crush him. He hitched his hips higher, allowing Drew deeper penetration. “Bite my neck, Drew.” Maybe that would help his mate.

Drew growled and struck. His little teeth stung Remi’s neck. Remi came in an instant, his seed shooting out and up.

Drew was pistoning his hips as he came again. This time his cock softened…somewhat.

Remi let Drew fuck him for what seemed like hours, his puckered hole screaming after a while.

Finally, Drew fell over, exhausted. His cock lay flaccid.

“You are in such big trouble, pup.”

* * * *

Drew lay balled up in Remi’s arms as his mate carried him into the house. His dick burned so bad. He whined as the friction of his jeans rubbed against it.

“You found him. Is he okay?” Storm held the door open as Remi carried Drew through.

“He’s fine. No hard drugs.” Remi headed for the stairs. Even curled up in his mate’s arms, Drew could tell Remi was walking funny. “I want that drug pusher at the mall taken care of. Drew’s source needs to dry up.”

“Is he…is he gonna go through withdrawal? Do you need us to watch over him?” Storm, along with Tank, followed Remi upstairs as he laid an exhausted Drew under the covers.

“No, it wasn’t the same poison. I don’t think this one will have the same affect. He should be fine.” Remi brushed the hair from his Drew’s forehead.

“Call us if you need us. You know we’re here for you guys.” With that, the two wolves left the room.

Remi hissed as he sat on the bed. Drew knew he was in big trouble for this one. “I’m sorry, Remi.” Tears ran down Drew’s face as he wondered it Remi hated him now, if he had ruined what had just started to grow between them. He knew his earlier thoughts were the drugs talking. He didn’t want Remi to find anyone else. Drew had to stop fighting this and realize he needed help. Face the fact that he couldn’t make it go away just by ignoring it.

Drew squirmed as his mate applied to a cool gel, relieving the burn at his groin. Man, that felt good.

“Hold still. Your dick is as red as Jasper’s hair.” Remi smoothed the salve around Drew’s cock and balls, being very gentle.

“It’s okay, pup. I didn’t expect you to go cold turkey without at least one relapse. I’m just grateful it wasn’t a needle.” Remi gathered Drew in his arms, caressing his hair and kissing the top of his head.

“But I let you down. I, uh, emasculated you.”

Remi chuckled, “No, you didn’t. Believe me when I tell you that you didn’t do anything that I didn’t allow to happen. As far as you letting me down, remember that feeling the next time you want to run off. Call out for me. I’ll always be there.”

“You…let me? Um, did you…” Drew ducked his head as crimson crept across his cheeks.

“Yeah, I liked it.” Remi squeezed him before letting him go. “Come on, tiger. I need to go soak my poor aching ass, and I don’t want to let you go yet.” He pulled Drew in the bathroom with him as his mate filled the tub with hot water. After he sank down, Remi held his arms for Drew to join him.

Drew lay with his back against Remi’s chest, relishing the feel of the heat surrounding his battered cock.

“I don’t think I can have sex again for a long time.” Drew blew out under his breath.

“Somehow I doubt that.”

* * * *

Maverick leaned back in his chair as he closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. This couldn’t be happening. After agreeing to a truce, the Alpha of the Eastern pack was demanding his mate be sent to him. What the hell was he supposed to do? He couldn’t force Jasper to do anything. It had to be his choice.

And to top it all off, he’d had another dream. This one even more bizarre then the last. He struggled to figure out its meaning, but it eluded him. All he knew was that Storm was in it, and he had five Asian men standing around him. Did that mean Storm had five mates? No, it had to mean something else, but what?

He was brought out of thought as Cecil entered his office. Thank goodness it was someone he was actually happy to see. His mate crawled in his lap and laid his head on Maverick’s chest.

“Do you want to tell me about your dream? Maybe I can help.” Cecil asked softly.

“No, baby. These dreams are meant only for those involved. I can’t break their trust and confidentiality.”

“I understand. I just don’t like when you get into your far away moods. It bothers me.” Cecil snuggled closer.

“You wanna go get a caramel macchiato?” Maverick smiled, remembering the first time he had laid eyes on Cecil. It was in The Café. His baby had ordered that sugary coffee along with a lemon square. He would forever be grateful to the fates for giving him this little man.

Cecil chuckled. “You remember?”

“Always.”

* * * *

Drew slid two cool fingers in and out of his mate. Remi’s head was resting on his hands as he lay on his stomach. “What a way to wake up.”

Remi moved his ass to the motion of Drew’s fingers. He could tell his mate was enjoying it. Drew slid in a third finger, and Remi pushed his forehead into the pillow. Drew spread his ass cheeks apart as his tongue licked around Remi’s puckered hole. His mate pushed back, impaling Drew’s tongue in him. He tongue fucked him until the need was too great. He had to have his mate. Drew kissed his tight entrance and then lifted his head.

“Lift your hips, Remi.”

Remi complied. Drew’s cock popped past the ring

“Harder, pup.” Drew rocked harder into Remi’s tight ass, grabbing his hips and losing himself in his mate. He loved knowing he brought Remi such pleasure. Drew only had sex with Mike a handful of times. It’s not like he was that experienced, being a bottom the whole time. Remi was his first experience with topping. Drew decided that he liked both, but bottoming would always be his first choice.

It even made him feel closer to Remi knowing he was his mate’s first, as far as topping him.

“Gonna come.” Remi’s body shook as he came all over the sheets. Drew howled as Remi’s tight ass clamped down on him, milking his sperm from his balls.

He slid his soft cock from his mate, falling back.

“Good morning,” Drew panted out.

“Morning, pup.”

Remi pulled Drew into his arms. “What do you want to do today?”

Drew shrugged. “What’s there to do around here?”

“Well, we have the game store, The Café, a book store, rec center, and the Marina’s,” Remi chuckled as Drew rubbed his face in armpit. “Tell you what, why don’t we just bum around and see what we can get into?”

Drew draped his arm across his mate’s massive chest. “Sounds good.”

Chapter Seven

Drew jumped around laughing as Remi tried to get the fishing line untangled from his arms.

“No, you didn’t just make yourself into a human fishing pole.” Peals of laughter made Drew fall against the railing.

“I wouldn’t say human. It’s not that funny, pup. I hunt, don’t fish.” Remi thought it would be a good idea to rent some poles and spend some quiet time with Drew. The day had been clear, sunny, and warm. His pup had never gone fishing. It was something they both wanted to try.

He wasn’t a fisherman, but how hard could it be? Right? How the hell did those guys on those shows make it look so easy?

“Hold still, let me help.” Drew’s face scrunched up in concentration as he tried to unweave the thin line from around Remi’s silver watch and pinky ring. “How did you get so tangled?” Drew laughed. “Maybe we should just use you as bait.”