Paws for Change (11 page)

“That’s enough, Mother,” Derek barked. “I am
not
your only son and I’m sick and tired of you and father pretending as if Deke doesn’t exist. I have a brother that I care about and he was happy to see me today. He forgave me, even though I didn’t deserve it,” he roared. “From now on, I will surround myself with people who care about me and my well-being, both physical and mental, not to mention emotional.”

“How dare you mention that deviant’s name!” Sophia sneered. “Is he the reason for your behavior? Has he bewitched you in some way?”

“I am done with this conversation, Mother,” Derek stated gruffly. “I love you and I want you in my life, but I will
not
have you insulting me, my soon-to-be husband, or my brother and his husband. Yes, Mom,” he continued, his tone turning hard and cold. “Deke is in a committed relationship with a good man who makes him happy. You should be proud of
both
your sons.”

Dillan could hear Sophia say
well, well...
obviously gearing up for a vindictive rebuttal. Derek didn’t give her a chance.

“Goodbye, Mother.” Derek’s words were spoken with calm dignity. Then, he pulled the phone away from his ear and hit the end button. Derek set Dillan’s phone to the side of the hot tub, then turned and focused on Dillan. “I’m sorry you had to hear all that.” He grimaced and added, “I did kind of expect it, though.”

“I’m honored that you claimed me to your family,” Dillan told him seriously. He leaned over and gave him a mist-damp kiss on the cheek. “Soon, I will claim you in my way, too.”

Derek’s nostrils flared. “This is all happening so fast, but I can’t deny how right it feels,” he stated. “This is exactly what I’ve been missing.”

“Now, you won’t miss it anymore,” Dillan vowed. “Also, there is something I want to do for you right now.”

Derek grinned and waggled his brows. “Oh, really? What would that be?”

Dillan barked a laugh. “Tempting, but not that. Hand me the phone,” he requested as he grabbed the towel and dried his own hands. When Derek handed the device over, Dillan winked, hit three on speed dial, and lifted it to his ear.

“Dillan Withers,” a deep voice greeted him. “I haven’t heard from you in decades. How’d you even
get
this number?”

Chuckling, Dillan answered his old friend by saying, “Well, how did you know it was me, Hessian Roshburg?”

Hessian, Hess to his friends, rumbled a laugh, the sound deep and low. “Same way you got my number, I think. So, to what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Do you remember when I baled your ass out of jail in Tucson?”

“Of course,” Hess replied. “I owe you for that.” Then, he barked a laugh and added, “Of course, if you hadn’t caused trouble with that gang of bikers, I wouldn’t have ended up in jail in the first place.”

Dillan laughed upon hearing his old friend’s cheek. He’d met Hessian almost a century ago. As a Kodiak bear shifter, the man was a natural loner. He was also six foot eight, tattooed, and—last Dillan had heard—drove a massive black hummer and wore leather just because.

“Well, I have a favor that will make us completely square,” Dillan said. Seeing Derek’s wary expression, he winked at his mate.

“Oh, really?”

“Really.” Dillan couldn’t resist leaning forward and pecking at the confused tilt of Derek’s lips. “I met my mate and he needs a little...paperwork retrieval to extract him from an overbearing father. I figure with your, uh...
special
military training, this would be a snap.”

Derek grimaced, but he nodded. Obviously, he could hear most of what Hess was saying, too. Dillan wasn’t trying to hide anything from him anyway. While he hadn’t, yet, admitted he was over three-hundred-fifty years old, he’d get around to it eventually.

Hess’s laughter rumbled through the line, again. “Where is this safe you need me to break into?”

Dillan lifted a brow in question at Derek. To his relief, his mate rattled off an address without prompting. Dillan relayed that information to Hess, who responded with
No problem
and
Congrats, man. I’ll call you in a day or two.

Derek followed Dillan into the house. He shivered with anticipation. His cock thickened to full mast as he couldn’t help but watch the flexing globes of Dillan’s ass just a few feet in front of him. Instead of wrapping his towel around his waist as Derek had done, Dillan wore his towel over his shoulders. Dillan hadn’t been kidding about a shifter’s lack of modesty...and wasn’t that just a mind fuck?

While Derek knew he hadn’t quite come to grips with the fact that his lover could turn into a cat—good thing he wasn’t allergic—he chose to think about the coming pleasure instead. He just knew there would be plenty of both, coming and pleasure. Derek felt mirth bubble inside him at the inane thought. He savagely pushed down his ingrained response to run away. Derek wanted this, wanted Dillan.

When Derek’s dick had softened during his conversation with his mother, he’d completely expected that. Unfortunately, the conversation had gone exactly as he’d always feared, too. She’d demanded he do as he was told. Interestingly, his father had the same attitude toward him.

It was only when Derek realized that he’d allowed them to control his life in just that manner for years, that he understood it had been his own doing. He’d never stood up to his parents. He’d never started making his own choices. Hell, when had he stopped growing up? Probably about the time he’d decided to put away his own wishes so he could please them.

Not anymore.

Now, Derek knew what he wanted...and it was Dillan and what Dillan offered. Freedom to be himself.

Stepping into the bedroom behind the other man, Derek glanced around the space. It was a decent size room with a large, king bed. While that may have been plenty big for one man his size, Derek knew that once they were both on it, they’d be forced to remain very close. Derek found that he liked that idea very much.

Derek watched Dillan pull his towel off his shoulders and drape it over the back of a nearby chair. Next, he crossed to the nightstand and pulled out a tube of something. Moving closer, Derek realized it was slick. He felt his face heat and his ass clench at the knowledge that, very soon, he’d have his lover’s dick buried deep inside him. Instead of being turned off, his body flared hot with arousal. His dick flexed and twitched beneath his towel as his pre-cum oozed from his slit. If the towel hadn’t already been damp, it would have been now.

Dillan sat on the side of the bed, placing the slick next to his thigh. “Come here,” he urged, lifting one hand.

Needing no extra encouragement, Derek closed the few feet between them and stopped before Dillan. His abs clenched on reflex when Dillan reached up and gripped the towel. One light tug on the material was all it took for Dillan to pull it free, so he could drop it on the floor. Derek’s cock reared from the apex of his thighs, pointing straight at Dillan’s face.

Threading his fingertips through the edges of Derek’s pubic hair, Dillan peered up at him. A sensual smile curved his lips and a warm burning light of desire lit his eyes as he leaned forward and licked Derek’s pre-cum from his head.

“Your cock is a thing of beauty,” Dillan told him. “I look forward to feeling it buried in my ass, moving inside me, stretching me open.”

Derek’s cheeks heated at the picture his lover’s words created in his mind. Combined with the warm puffs of air that coasted over his now damp cock head by Dillan speaking, Derek’s prick twitched and jerked as if begging for Dillan’s mouth to return. Derek moaned, agreeing with his dick.

“Y-Yeah,” Derek mumbled, swallowing hard. “Your ass is so fucking sexy. I can’t wait to plow it.” He panted at his own words. “I wanna pound into you, make you feel me.”

“And you will,” Dillan assured. “I want that, too, but first—” he reached over and grabbed the lube. “I’m going to prepare your ass as I suck your dick. Then when you’re good and ready, I’m going to mount you and make you mine.”

“That sounds good, too,” Derek whispered roughly.

Derek settled his hands on Dillan’s shoulders and threaded them through the short, salt-and-pepper strands. When Derek smiled up at him, then leaned forward and kissed the head of his prick, he moaned. As he watched, Dillan opened his mouth and sucked on his cap.

Warm, wet heat enveloped the head of Derek’s dick. He watched, mesmerized as Dillan wrapped his lips to form a tight seal around his crown. When Dillan sucked strongly on his flesh, dipping his tongue into his slit in time with his pulls, Derek’s balls tingled and his thighs trembled.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, Derek realized Dillan’s hands were moving. He still started when he felt Dillan’s left hand grip his ass and pull slightly, separating his cheeks. Derek shivered upon the first touch of someone petting his tight ring.

Dillan hummed. The vibration traveled down his stalk, causing goose bumps to break out over his groin.

Derek moaned and shuddered, his hips twitching no matter how hard he tried to keep them still. He felt Dillan’s digit breach his entrance, and Derek’s ass muscles instinctively clenched against the intrusion. His lover’s finger was slick and insistent, moving inside him, deeper and deeper. Then, Dillan did something, touched something, deep inside Derek and dark, hot sparks of pleasure shot through his system.

Derek roared. His nipples beaded as tingles erupted all over his body. “More,” he pleaded. “Holy fuck, more!”

Dillan hummed as if agreeing. Then, he gave Derek what he wanted. Moving his finger in and out of Derek’s channel, he touched that spot each time he sank in deep.

To Derek, Dillan wasn’t moving fast enough. He wanted more. He tightened his grip on Dillan’s head and began rocking his hips. He fucked Dillan’s mouth only to rock back onto that spark-giving finger.

Derek had heard about how the right stimulation to his prostate could cause pleasure. Why hadn’t he ever tried this? It felt amazing, having Dillan’s fingers—holy hell, when had Dillan added more fingers—buried deep inside him, stroking him from the inside out.

All too soon, Derek felt his balls pull tight. The new sensations were too much, too exquisite. His body was on overload and he felt as if he could fly.

With a hoarse cry, Derek shuddered and came. His balls unloaded and Dillan continued to suck him, drinking him down. His ass clenched on his lover’s fingers, as if keeping them in his body was paramount to wringing every bit of bliss from his system.

Derek floated.

Finally, Dillan released his prick, but he didn’t remove his fingers. He continued to move them just a tiny bit, stimulating Derek’s prostate as he stood and pressed a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss to Derek’s lips. He thrust his tongue in deep, swirling it around, making certain Derek could taste himself on Dillan’s tongue.

Derek moaned, his dick twitching between his legs, threatening to thicken once more. He sucked Dillan’s tongue, wanting to take a little of that taste for himself. When Dillan pulled away, Derek moaned in protest.

Dillan grinned down at him. He wiggled his fingers, stimulating Derek’s prostate. “I’m going to bend you over this bed and replace these fingers with my dick,” Dillan stated. “I’m going to fill you up with my seed and claim you.” He lowered his head, bringing his lips to Derek’s ear. “You’re mine, Derek Sommers.”

Then, Dillan latched his lips onto the skin just below Derek’s ear and sucked. Having never had a lover tall enough to do that, Derek hadn’t realized just how sensitive it was. He grunted and tilted his head, offering more access.

“Yes,” Derek begged. “Now.” He rocked his hips forward, pressing his once again rigid shaft against Dillan’s own. “Please, fuck me.”

Dillan growled softly and released his neck. “Love hearing you beg for my cock,” he rumbled gruffly. “Gonna make you do that for the rest of our lives.”

Derek nodded, beyond words as Dillan easily worked his body back up.

Pivoting around Derek’s body, Dillan placed his hand between his shoulder blades and pushed. Derek obeyed, bending at the waist. He rested his elbows on the thick comforter, arched his back, and pushed his ass out. He even spread his legs further. He felt wanton and hot and so excited his dick once more leaked. He wanted to grab his cock and jack to completion, but he wanted to see what Dillan would do next even more.

Panting softly, Derek turned his head just enough so he could watch Dillan. He saw his lover pick up the tube of lube and snap the cap up with his thumb. He shivered upon feeling the cool slick drip onto his crack.

Dillan slid the fingers in Derek’s ass partway out, then back in. Derek shuddered and canted his hips, searching for that little zing he knew would be coming. Once more, Dillan didn’t disappoint. As he slid his fingers in and out, he touched Derek’s prostate with each thrust.

Then, Dillan’s fingers were gone.

Derek whined at the loss of stimulation.

“Easy, my lover,” Dillan crooned. “I’m here.”

Dillan pressed something wider and blunter than his fingers to Derek’s stretched hole, proving his words. Derek wanted to rock back and impale himself on what he knew must be Dillan’s dick. He wanted the empty ache to be gone, so he could be filled, taken, completed by his lover, once again.

Instead, Dillan gripped Derek’s hip, forcing him to be still. “Push out, Derek,” he urged as he pressed against his entrance.

Derek obeyed.

In the next instant, the wide flared head of what Derek knew was Dillan’s long, slender prick popped past that guardian ring of muscle. An unexpected flair of pain shot up his rectum. Derek hissed in surprise.

Dillan placed a slightly slick hand on his back and rubbed slowly up and down his spine. “Easy, Derek,” he crooned. “Easy, my mate. Just relax.”

“I’m trying,” Derek snapped through clenched teeth.

Chuckling, Dillan leaned over him, pressing his chest flush to Derek’s back. He once again nibbled at that sensitive patch behind Derek’s ear. “Try harder,” he whispered before rhythmically blowing warm puffs of air over his dampened skin.

Derek gasped, then shivered as tingles of pleasure spread from his neck down and across his chest. His nipples beaded pleasantly. His abs clenched at the sensations.