A New Haven Christmas (2 page)

Pete let Fabio lead him around the
house and to what he assumed was Carlos’s guest bedroom. It was surprisingly
neat and tidy. The Christmas music and the sound of voices rising and falling
were cut off when Fabio shut the door behind him.

Pregnant silence followed.

“Um,” Pete began uncertainly,
unsure of where to begin.

Fabio solved the problem by
reaching for the hem of his shirt. “If you don’t start undressing, Pete, I’m
going to take those fucking clothes off you myself.”

Gathering the remains of his pride,
Pete raised his chin. “
Oh
you will, won’t
you?”

He didn’t think Fabio would
actually start growling like an animal. Fabio simply tugged him forward through
the hem of his shirt. Pete felt his favorite shirt ripping in half and then being
pushed on the bed. Fear should’ve kept his pulse racing, but only excitement
coursed and thrummed through his entire body.

Whatever cheeky resistance he was
thinking of mounting died the moment he saw the savage and primal hunger on
Fabio’s face. Pete fumbled for the button and zipper of Fabio’s jeans. Pete’s
brain still miraculously worked and they came off, but it died the moment Fabio
began to aid him by tugging off his jeans.

“What’s with these jeans?” Fabio
demanded with another savage tug.

“They’re skinny jeans. They’re
supposed to be tight.” Pete didn’t add he wore the uncomfortable jeans for
Fabio’s sake.

Teenagers wore those jeans and it
shamed him to purchase
a pair
in the
mall, but desperate men did anything to get laid. Well, it worked anyway,
didn’t it?

“Love your tight jeans. I like your
ass in them, but they’re hard to pull off.” The muscles in Fabio’s arms bunched
and shifted, and a loud tearing sound filled the room as the denim fabric
tore
.

“You completely obliterated my
jeans,” Pete accused.

“I’ll buy you a new pair. Hell,
I’ll buy you several pairs.” Their clothes fell off them in a flurry. “I meant
what I said, Pete. I’m done with playing around.”

“I wasn’t playing. I mean, I admit
I have the hots for you, but I really didn’t think you’d ever notice me,” Pete
admitted.

His heart began to race as Fabio
slid into the bed and captured both his wrists. Fabio pulled them above his
head, restraining them with just one large hand. Pete could look nowhere else
but at Fabio’s face. A jolt of excitement shot down Pete’s spine. The sheer
strength of Fabio’s hand on his wrists and the hard press of his body felt
good. Felt right.

“
Well,
you got my attention. Nothing is going to get in the way of me
mating
you.”

Fabio lowered his himself and kissed
Pete rough and deep. Pete let himself yield to Fabio’s hunger. He was becoming
embarrassingly aware of his rising shaft, and Fabio’s thickening member pressed
intently against his belly.

Fabio trailed his fingers down the
length of his body, and curled them around the base of his prick. Fabio then
began to fist
him
while continuing to
devour his mouth all the same.

Fuck. Pete was going to come on the
spot. He could feel his orgasm building with each movement of Fabio’s fingers.

Fabio nibbled his way up Pete’s
neck. Each press of Fabio’s lips felt like a brand on his skin. “Are you close,
Pete?”

Pete couldn’t answer him. All he
could manage was a deep-throated moan of assent. He felt like a dam about to
burst. Pete still couldn’t believe he was in bed with a man, a powerful
werewolf like Fabio. His wolf howled contently inside him, dancing and brushing
its body against Fabio’s wolf.

“Come for me, Pete. I want to feel
your body shuddering against mine.” Pete shattered at Fabio’s words. His entire
body quaked and quivered as waves of pleasure assaulted it. Pete’s cum spilled
out on Fabio’s chest and belly, but Fabio didn’t seem to care.

Pete felt Fabio let go of his
wrists. His skin tingled and continued to pulse as Fabio traced his palms down
his chest, abdomen, and belly. “I want to take you now, Pete. I want to plunge
myself in you and make you mine.”

“Yes. Oh yes,” Pete whispered.

Fabio got off the bed and quickly
fumbled for the pockets of his jeans for some lube and a condom. Pete watched
him peel off the foil and apply the condom. In no time at all, Fabio was back
in position.

Those powerful hands effortlessly
parted his thighs. His cock started to ache and leak again, and Pete knew he’d
be thick and hard in minutes. The feel of Fabio’s lubed digits on his slit made
him writhe slightly in excitement.

“Down, boy.” Fabio grinned down at
him. Pete felt Fabio slide one and then a second finger in him.

“Take me,” Pete whined, gasping
when Fabio began to scissor his way.

“Patience, Pete. I need to make
sure you’re ready to take me. I’m not small and I don’t want to hurt you.”

Fabio withdrew his fingers and Pete
impatiently watched him apply more lube on his cock and Pete’s ass. A powerful
masculine laugh
flittered
out of Fabio’s
mouth when Pete wrapped his legs around his waist.
 

Pete groaned when he felt Fabio
slide a few inches inside. A slight ache began to throb inside him with every
inch Fabio covered.

“Breathe in for me, Pete. Relax
those muscles. You feel amazing around my cock.”

Pete obeyed and it became easier to
take Fabio’s massive prick inside him. He felt incredibly full by the time he felt
Fabio’s balls against his ass.

“I want you to feel me inside you,
Pete. See how your body knows who it belongs to?”

“Fuck me already.” Pete gasped when
Fabio suddenly pulled away only to make his way back in.

He could feel Fabio’s grip on his
thighs tightening as he switched his angle. The next thrust sent Pete over the
edge, making him groan out loud in pleasure. Fabio must have known he hit
Pete’s sweet spot because he kept ramming into Pete’s G-spot again and again,
driving him to the edge of his sanity.

When he felt Fabio’s fingers close
on his throbbing prick again, Pete began to unload his cum. His senses reeled
and he let out a breathless sound as his sac began to empty. The room fell away
from his vision, as the orgasm hit him harder this time.

Pete could feel Fabio continuing to
thrust inside him, and knew he was also about to come. It only took two thrusts
for Fabio to come. Fabio let out a shuddering primal howl more animal than
human, and Pete felt him leaning forward, bringing Pete to him. Pete’s heart
sped in his throat and his breathing grew uneven.
 

This was it. This was the moment
Fabio was going to mark him as his mate.

Some fearful part of him still
thought Fabio would suddenly pull back and announce he was done, but Pete soon
felt Fabio’s heated mouth on the side of his neck and the press of his sharp
canines elongating. Slight pain surfaced when Pete felt Fabio’s canines pierce
through his skin.

His entire body seemed to grow
still. His metaphysical wolf surged upward, meeting Fabio’s wolf, its new and
rightful mate. The beasts danced and mated as Fabio continued holding him in a
lover’s lock. Sated and content, the beasts fell back inside them.

Pete felt incredibly languid and a
little drunk, even though he was sure he hadn’t drunk that much alcohol. He
could feel Fabio rising from the bed, heard him speaking through the crack in
the door and demanding a first aid kit and some fresh sheets.

Pete vaguely remembered Fabio
tending and dressing the mating mark on his neck with fresh bandages. Then the
man easily lifted him off the bed to replace the sheets they’d ruined.

“Stop moving. I want to lie down on
your chest,” Pete complained when Fabio carried him back to
the freshly
made bed. To his surprise, Fabio
slid beside him and positioned him by the curve of his arm.

“Sleep now, Pete.”

Pete instantly fell asleep at
Fabio’s soothing voice. If this was all a dream, then it was a damn fine one he
didn’t want to wake from.

Chapter Two

Pete woke to the scent of another
man. He was lying against the hard planes of someone’s chest, their legs
entwined and their cocks pressed against each other. He opened his eyes and
took a shaky breath. Fabio’s sleeping profile stared back at him, handsome and
perfect. Fabio had wrapped himself around Pete so tightly Pete had trouble
trying to peel himself away so he could stop panicking.

“I don’t believe this,” he
whispered. “Last night actually happened?”

The ache on the side of his neck
covered by a big bandage told him it really did happen. Besides, Pete rather
liked the feel of Fabio’s arms wrapped possessively around him. He could also
definitely imagine waking up pressed close to Fabio’s amazing body
every day
.

Every day? Hold on a second there, pal.
You’re overthinking things. Would a man like Fabio really keep a man like me
for the long run?

“I’m wearing his
mating mark. It’s as good as any wedding band,” Pete whispered.

Who was he
convincing? Talking to himself wasn’t exactly sane, but he couldn’t untangle
himself from the bed and get some air to think things through.

“You want a
wedding too?” Fabio’s husky voice made him squeak.

“You’re freaking
awake?” Pete’s face began to turn red. “How much did you hear?”

“Just about
enough. What would it take for you to realize you belong to me, Pete?’

Pete couldn’t
respond because Fabio began nibbling and sucking on his lower lip. When he felt
Fabio push his tongue between his lips, he let Fabio in. Pete closed his eyes
as Fabio began to tongue fuck him. The sensation was amazing. It felt like
Fabio wanted to taste and devour all of him.

“That will do for
now,” Pete managed when Fabio released his lips. Fabio let out a laugh before
getting off the bed and hauling up his jeans.

“Come on, Pete. I
smell pancakes. I also want the other wolves to see you’ve been thoroughly
fucked and claimed by me.”

Pete glared at
him. “You’re so fucking romantic, Fabio.”

“Well, it works
well enough. See?
You’re already wanting
some again.” Fabio lifted the sheet, exposing Pete’s semi-erect cock.

If possible,
Pete’s face only grew redder. A witty remark was on the tip of his tongue, but
his ability to think fled when Fabio began to fist him. Pete groaned out loud
as Fabio began to furiously work him.

“Don’t worry,
Pete. Our wolves instinctively know we’re mates because shifters are hardwired
to instantly know they’ve
found
their
mates. The human half, the foolish half in my opinion, needs more time to
process. Fortunately, we have a lifetime to get to know each other better.”

“Stop. We can’t
be having this serious conversation while you’re getting me off,” Pete said in
staggered breaths.

Fabio pretended
to look hurt. Pete knew he was pretending because the handsome jerk couldn’t
successfully wipe off the grin on his face.

“I’m just trying
to convince you I’ve no regrets in doing this. I tied you to me last
night
because I’ve wanted you for months and
it's
clear you want me too, or has that
changed?”

“No. It hasn’t
changed.” Pete panted, moaning when Fabio suddenly pinched the tip of his cock.
His senses reeled as he exploded all over the sheets. Fabio gathered him close,
placing Pete’s head on his shoulder until Pete came to.

“Carlos is going
to kill us for ruining his sheets again,” Pete complained. He felt Fabio’s
fingers sink into his back, rubbing lazy circles across it. God, it felt good.
Pete shamelessly leaned to his mate.

“We’ll just have
to buy him new ones,” Fabio said, sounding unconcerned.

“If you keep
rubbing my back we’re going to stay here all day.”

“We can stay here
all day enjoying ourselves if you like.”

Pete scrutinized
Fabio’s face, trying to see if he was joking around. He wasn’t. Fabio looked
dead serious. Pete swallowed. Fabio had done everything possible to convey just
how committed he was to making their newfound relationship work. Perhaps it was
about time Pete started trusting and reciprocating his efforts.

“Fabio. Don’t
tell me this is a dream I’ll eventually wake up from. It’s going to kill me if
it is.” The gentle press of Fabio’s lips on his
made
him sigh in relief.

“It’s not a
dream, Pete. What do you want to do next?”

“Head outside. I
am hungry,” Pete said.

Besides, there
was no avoiding the other wolves. Reed, Carlos’s mate, had
lent
him a pair of jeans since Fabio tore his
the night before. They were a little large on him, but it would do. Carlos’s
dining room and living room were crowded by the time they got out.

“Not much food
left, guys. You came out too late,” quipped Al, the pack’s resident baker. “But
I still have some pancakes.” Pete accepted the plate Al handed him. The lovely
scent made his stomach growl.

“Those were for
me,” muttered Terrence, Al’s
large,
powerful mate.

“Tough luck, big
guy.” Fabio grinned.

“I see you’ve
finally claimed your mate, Fabio. Congratulations to both of you,” Terrence
said, slapping Fabio on the shoulder.

“Did everyone
else know except me?” Pete muttered under his breath.

“Oh yeah,” Al
said unhelpfully.

It was only when
Carlos gave Pete a congratulatory whack on the back, an
acknowledgment
as good as any, that the truth really sunk in. Pete
was mated to the man he’d been dreaming of from afar. He was no longer alone.
Pete found himself pressing against Fabio as Fabio greedily devoured the
pancakes.