Remy's Wolf (Wolves of Mt. Alexis, 1) (9 page)

Remy shook his head, plastering a fake
smile across his lips. “I learned a long time ago that nothing
happens the way you want it to. I tend not to get my hopes up. Me
and disappointment don’t mix well.”

Hank slowly stalked back into the
room. “Things are different now.”

“
What, because I suddenly
have an over-possessive werewolf laying claim to me and a cop
chasing me down for a murder I didn’t commit? Yeah, they’re sure
different, all right.” Remy dropped on the couch and put his head
in his hands.

“
Things will work out.
You’ll see,” Hank said as he sat down on the sofa beside his mate.
“Don’t get so worried.”

Remy shook his head. “That’s easy for
you to say. I worried every moment of the day. About the only time
I haven’t worried lately is when I’ve—”

Hank rubbed a palm down Remy’s back.
“When you’ve what?”

Remy turned abruptly and kissed Hank
hard. Hank’s cock immediately started coming to life as his little
mate pushed him down on the couch, kissing the life from
him.

“
Fuck me, Hank. Make me
not think about all this bullshit going on. When I’m with you, I
can’t focus on anything else but the way you make me
feel.”

Hank smiled wide. He liked Remy’s
train of thought. But he wanted to be more than just a simple
distraction. For now, it was better than nothing. He kissed Remy
back, flipping his mate on his back and forcing him to the sofa. He
nodded his head toward his room. “You know the way I play in that
bedroom.”

“
The rougher the better
tonight,” Remy said as he lifted his head to capture Hank’s lips
again. “Make me forget all this.”

Hank felt his cock stir even more,
hardening painfully against the zipper of his jeans. To have his
mate want him, out of frustration or not, was a heady thing. And
there was no way he would ever tell the man no. Not when it came to
mating. The more Hank could touch him, mark him, the
better.

“
There’s something I’ve
meant to ask. Your eyes. They change color.”

“
Strong emotions make them
change. I can usually control it, but not around you it
seems.”

Remy’s lips twisted as if he were
fighting a smile. Did his mate like that he lost control a little?
Hank smiled at him as he leaned down for another kiss. When his
mouth touched Remy’s, his control faltered once more. Hank rolled
his hips, rubbing his hard shaft against Remy’s.

Hank lifted on shaking arms and looked
down at his human before rising from the couch and throwing the man
over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. He stalked to his bedroom
and dropped Remy in the center of his bed. Their bed. Hank liked
the sound of that. Hank dropped into the oversized chair and kicked
off his boots as Remy sat up, a confused look on his
face.

“
Strip for me, Remy,” Hank
said as he settled back in the chair.

After Remy’s face flushed for a
moment, he brought shaking hands to his t-shirt and pulled it
quickly over his head. He dropped it to the floor and began to
unbutton his jeans, his gaze capturing Hank’s. The sound of the
zipper was as loud as Hank’s beating heart, which was nearly to the
point of exploding in his chest. He licked his lips as he watched
his mate’s cock pop out from behind the fabric, no underwear in
sight.

“
I wanna taste you,” Hank
said as he lunged forward, pushing Remy back on the bed. Hank
lowered down Remy’s body and looked at his magnificent cock. It
wasn’t quite as large as Hank’s but was still a nice size. He
wrapped his palm around the base and slid his hand up along the
veins that had rushed to the surface to the plump, purple head as
he helped pull Remy’s jeans the rest of the way off.

Remy’s back arched, and his hips
nearly came off the bed as Hank leaned in to circle his tongue
around the tip. Hank gathered a taste of Remy’s seed, letting the
salty flavor crash over his tongue. He needed more of the taste in
his mouth, and he engulfed the shaft, bringing over half of it in
his mouth and sucking the rod deep.

Hank moved his mouth up and down
Remy’s cock as his mate writhed under him. His soft sighs and moans
were magic to Hank’s ears. He loved getting that kind of response
out of the human, so he sucked harder, hollowing his cheeks as he
took more and more of the man into his mouth.

“
I’m going to come if you
don’t stop,” Remy breathed out.

Those words only spurred Hank into
more action. He quickened the pace, sucking his mate deeper and
deeper to the back of his throat. Remy speared his hands into
Hank’s short locks and urged him on. Hank let his little human
guide him to the pace he needed, trying to maintain control and not
let Remy get too wild under him.

When Remy crashed against the rocks,
he shot load after load of cum down Hank’s throat. Hank swallowed
every drop, milking the last of it with his mouth, hands, and
tongue. He knew he’d never get enough of that. He let the cock pop
from his lips and rose up on his knees above Remy.

“
My turn. Now this is
where it gets fun,” Hank said as he rose from the bed.

Chapter Nine

Remy watched Hank move to his closet
and pull out a large piece of black leather that had four lengths
of chain on either corner. Hank brought it to the bed and began to
attach each chain length to a corner of the heavy postered bed.
“What is that?”

“
A sling. I can suspend
you above the bed and cuff you to it,” Hank said, nearly
breathless. A smug smile played at his lips as he connected the
last length of chain.

“
And it will hold me?”
Remy asked, looking at the thing with a little unease.

“
It will. Without a
doubt,” Hank said as he captured one of Remy’s wrists.

Remy tried to pull away, but he wasn’t
strong enough. He earned a low growl from his wolf. Hank pulled him
close to him before pushing him against the sling. In a matter of
moments, he was cuffed at each corner and helpless against whatever
it was Hank planned to do to him.

Hank left the bed and moved back into
the closet. Remy could hear him moving about, but he seemed to be
taking a long time with whatever he was doing. While he waited,
Remy tested the strength of the cuffs holding him in place, tugging
at each one.

“
You won’t get away from
me,” Hank said from across the room.

When Remy turned his gaze on the wolf,
his breath caught in his chest. Hank had changed into a pair of
leather pants and a chest harness. He held a large leather paddle
in one hand and a thick anal plug in the other.

“
Punishment for trying to
escape sounds good to me,” Hank said with a chuckle. He climbed on
the bed and grabbed a bottle of lube from the bedside table after
dropping the paddle. After Hank spread some of the lube on the
plug, he spread more along Remy’s exposed asshole.

Hank pressed the tip of the tapered
plug against Remy’s tight hole and pushed it in slowly. Remy
writhed in the sling as Hank slowly filled his ass, the base much
thicker than the tip. He was being stretched wide, his ass burning
from the invasion. Finally, the thickest part passed his tight band
of nerves and the plug’s end nestled in his entrance.

Beads of sweat coated both Remy and
Hank. Remy could feel rivulets rolling down his chest, the thick
intrusion of the plug pushing him across limits he’d never tested
before. Hank reached for the paddle and swatted his open palm with
it a few times, the echoing sound of the thud pinging off the walls
and vibrating through Remy’s body.

Remy clenched his ass against the
plug, slightly afraid Hank would hurt him with that paddle, but
inwardly, he knew his wolf wouldn’t harm him, no more than he could
take. He tried to relax his body, readying himself for the first
strike.

It came quickly, the bite of the sting
searing though him. The swat was painful, but not more than what
Remy could handle. The second came soon after, glancing off his
skin close to where the first strike landed. Remy writhed in the
slung as Hank rubbed his hand over Remy’s heated skin, grazing his
nails over the tortured patches of skin. Remy sucked in a breath,
hissing at the overload of sensations.

“
How does that feel?” Hank
asked calmly as he rubbed the paddle’s surface over Remy’s skin. He
gave Remy a quick, short swat before Remy could even open his
mouth.

“
I don’t know,” Remy
answered, which was true. Remy hadn’t expected to be as turned on
as he was. BDSM wasn’t something he’d considered in his sex life,
but the playing, the games, they all seemed to heighten the need he
felt for his wolf.

“
You don’t like what I’m
doing to you?” Hank asked quietly.

Remy lifted his gaze to Hank, seeing
the male’s furrowed brow. He was worried Remy wouldn’t accept him
and his dark desires, and something about that doubt touched Remy.
“I think I do.”

Hank’s stare lifted, seeking Remy’s. A
slow smile stretched Hank’s face. He lifted the paddle and swatted
Remy’s ass once more. “It will get harder. And rougher. I’m trying
to hold back my beast right now and not scare you away.”

“
Oh, can you paddle me in
wolf form? May be hard with no opposable thumbs,” Remy said with a
chuckle.

“
He is with me, and I am
with him. We are one and the same, so if I’m paddling you, then he
is, too.” Hank swatted Remy’s ass a little harder. “And you’d be
impressed with what my wolf can do. With or without
thumbs.”

Another swat landed on the base of the
plug in Remy’s ass, and he cried out. The bite of pain he felt
pushed him past boundaries he’d not even realized existed. The pain
felt good, in measured doses. “I’m sure I’ll find out just what
your wolf can do in time.”

Hank stifled a smile, bringing the
paddle across Remy’s sac. He jumped off the sling, the chains
rattling loudly as he came back down to it. Hank struck him again
as soon as he was settled, in nearly the same spot, smiling when
Remy jumped once more. Remy hissed at Hank who returned the sound
with a growl. That beastly growl was one of the sexiest things Remy
had ever heard. He’d been fighting his body’s reaction to it since
he’d met Hank. But there, open to Hank on the sling, his cock
bobbed at the sound, oozing pre-cum from the tip.

Hank growled again, watching Remy’s
cock closely. Remy reacted the same way, clenching his teeth at the
pleasure-pain roiling through him. A quick smile came to Hank’s
lips, as he apparently realized Remy was reacting to his
sound.

“
You like my growls,
hmm?”

Remy nodded, the need to be fucked
swirling through him. “Hank …”

Hank looked at Remy and dropped the
paddle. Something in Remy’s tone must have spoken volumes because
Hank pulled the plug from Remy’s ass and entered him in one quick
thrust. Hank stood on the bed, his legs open in a firm stance as he
used the sling to rock Remy on and off his cock.

Remy swung to and fro, being impaled
each time the sling drew him closer to his wolf. He felt nearly
weightless, the swaying motion making him feel lightheaded and
overwhelmed with sensations at the same time.

Hank’s thick cock spread him wide. He
felt so full, so claimed, when Hank took what he wanted from Remy.
Remy was so close, the need to come on top of him before he could
even prepare. He cried out as thick jets of cum streaked from his
cock and onto his stomach, but his cock remained hard, even after
Hank grasped Remy’s shaft and milked the last of the cum from the
tip. Hank kept up the ferocious impalement as he dredged a single
fingertip through the mess on Remy’s abs and lifted it to his lips,
sucking the finger into his mouth. He closed his eyes as he savored
Remy’s flavor once more.

The sample must’ve propelled Hank to
increase his tempo. He leaned over and grasped Remy’s shoulders as
he pumped his hips, meeting the swinging sling to crash into Remy.
The violent fucking was just what Remy needed, and he felt his
balls tighten once more, another orgasm ready to break against the
tide.

When Hank’s body trembled, he released
a hot spurt of cum into Remy’s ass, filling Remy with his seed. The
sensation of Hank’s load was more than enough for Remy to come
again, spurting another load of jism on his stomach. Hank milked
his cock once more as he writhed against Remy, milking his own cock
in Remy’s ass.

“
You feel so fucking good,
Remy. I never knew it could be like this.”

Remy rested his head back against the
sling’s headrest. “What do you mean you never knew it could be like
this?”

“
Sex with a mate is just …
better. I’ve been told that, but never understood how it could be
better. Now I know.”

Remy had to admit Hank was the best
lover he’d ever had. If the same was true for Remy, would that mean
that all lovers would be downhill from this point forward? What a
depressing thought.

Hank began releasing Remy from the
cuffs and dismantling the sling. “I’ll go start dinner if you want
to shower.”

Remy didn’t want to move at all.
Burrowing into the bed sounded much better. But his growling tummy
wouldn’t let him ignore it any longer. “Okay,” he said as he slung
out of bed and walked into the shower. He watched Hank exit in the
buff, marveling at the man’s perfect ass. When he was gone, Remy
moved into the bathroom and started the shower. A few moments later
and he was rinsing soap from his hair and body.