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He didn't even have to actively control his power. It
followed his natural desire to touch Owen everywhere, to claim and caress each
and every inch of his mate. Owen had only taken his shirt off, but that was no
barrier for Luther. He used his power to zero in on the parts of Owen that were
still clothed—specifically his nether regions. While Luther's flesh-and-blood
hands focused on Owen's nipples—the damn things had taunted him too much for
him to resist—he slid ghostly fingers into Owen's ass and curled others around
his mate's cock.

Owen's reaction didn't disappoint. He made a sound like he
was dying. "Oh, God. What.... Luther... What..."

"Hush, my Owen," Luther whispered in his mate's
ear. "Let me take care of you."

Owen was obviously confused, taken aback by the feeling of
too many hands on him. However, Luther's comforting words seemed to help, and
he took a few deep breaths in an obvious attempt to search for some sort of
calm. Luther used the moment to tweak Owen's nipples, while curling his ghostly
fingers inside Owen's body and pinpointing his mate's prostate with ruthless
accuracy. Just because he could, he also increased the speed of his massage on
Owen's dick.

Owen flailed and dug his fingers in Luther's shoulders.
"U-Unfair. Can't... Can't breathe..."

"Do you want me to stop?" Luther asked. He meant it
too. He wouldn't force his mate into something that was too much for him. Even
if this came naturally to Luther, it could easily overwhelm an unprepared
human.

"Don't you dare," Owen snapped at Luther,
surprising him. "More. Give me more."

Luther didn't think he'd ever been so aroused in his life. He
crawled down Owen's body and took one tender bud in his mouth while he reached
for Owen's jeans with his flesh-and-blood hands. Even as he lowered Owen's
zipper, he continued his intimate caresses, rubbing Owen's prostate and his
testes.

By the time Luther had taken off Owen's shoes and jeans, the
human was already on the brink of climax. Luther mentally put pressure on the
base of Owen's dick, preventing his mate's orgasm. "Not just yet, my
beautiful rose. I want to be inside you first."

"Yes," Owen practically hissed. "Come on,
please. Now."

Each syllable was punctuated by a moan. In truth, the words
were barely coherent, and Luther might have had trouble understanding them if
he wasn't so perfectly in tune with his mate's body language. This was clearly
more than Owen had ever experienced or even expected, but the human didn't shy
away, didn't falter. Everything about his demeanor practically screamed for
more, and Luther planned to give him exactly that.

****

Owen knew he was in over his head. He'd known from the very
first moment V had told him he and Luther would most likely have a child, one
Owen would have to carry. Owen's reaction to that hadn't been very intelligent,
or his proudest moment.

But even the embarrassing squeak he'd managed to give V far
surpassed anything he could have uttered now. Just when he'd thought he might
be at least halfway ready for anything Luther could throw at him, the man went
ahead and somehow finger-fucked him using only his... His what? His mind? His
magic? Owen didn't have a clue how it worked, and right then and there, he
didn't particularly care. He was too busy burning up, needing to be fucked and
claimed and touched all over.

When his mate flipped him on all fours, Owen experienced a
momentary pang of loss. He wanted to see Luther's face, to lose himself in
those surreal, dark eyes that made him forget his doubts and his confusion. The
sensation didn't last. Hot lips landed in the small of his back as hands spread
his ass cheeks, exposing his hole to Luther's gaze.

"Beautiful," Luther murmured behind him, "so
beautiful."

Owen whimpered when a thumb rubbed against his nether
opening, massaging his entrance. It threw him terribly, because the ethereal fingers
hadn't once stopped their ministrations on him. His brain and his body had
trouble processing exactly what was happening, the cognitive dissonance making
him dizzy and paradoxically, more aroused than ever.

Despite his confusion, he could tell that the tongue that
next swept over his crease belonged to the real Luther, not his astral self.
Every inch of him flared to life as Luther wiggled the slick muscle inside him.
It was completely surreal, sensation adding on top of sensation, making his
mind and body explode with bliss. Still, Luther didn't let him come, and in all
honesty, Owen couldn't bring himself to regret it. He wanted more, needed
everything Luther could give him.

He found himself pushing back against Luther, trying to fuck
himself on his new lover's face while clawing at the couch. He was distantly
aware of the whimpering noises escaping him, and maybe he should have been
embarrassed, but the hell with it. Owen dared anyone who'd ever had someone
like Luther touch them to maintain even the slightest bit of composure.

He was beyond shocked when, all of a sudden, the addicting
sensations vanished. Releasing a choked sob, he begged, "Luther...
Please..."

He half expected Luther to ask him exactly what he needed,
but the question never came. Instead, Luther gripped his hips in an iron like
vise and pressed the head of his dick to Owen's hole.

Owen waited for the burn of the penetration to come, but it
didn't happen, not yet. Instead, another cock nudged his lips. What little part
of Owen remained rational screamed "what the hell?"
 
but the rest of him gave it the finger.
Luther didn't press, didn't force him into accepting what he offered. While
Owen appreciated that, he truly wasn't afraid anymore. He parted his lips and
embraced the sensations.

On cue, Luther pushed, and Owen groaned as the two dicks
pierced his willing body. The flavor of his mate's precum exploded on his taste
buds, and it was as glorious as he'd expected. Was it weird that he could taste
it despite it being solely a projection of Luther's astral self? Maybe. Owen
didn't care. Luther was far more than he'd originally realized. He was also the
wolf and the magic, and Owen couldn't help but love that too.

All the while, Luther's more than generous girth stretched
him to an almost impossible extent. It should have hurt given that Luther
hadn't used any lubricant beyond the saliva. But Luther was gentle, and by now,
Owen was flying high, drugged by the pleasure Luther had given him. The burn of
Luther's entry just added to it, to the delicious cocktail of sensations, and
he moaned around the dick in his mouth, wordlessly begging for more.

He had no idea how Luther's astral projection thing worked,
but obviously, his lover experienced the echo of what Owen was doing. Luther's
breath hitched, and a pang of satisfaction and decisiveness rose inside Owen.
The man might have awoken nerve endings Owen hadn't even known existed, but
Owen wasn't helpless either.

With that in mind, Owen tightened his ass muscles around
Luther's dick while earnestly sucking on the cock in his mouth. It worked
beautifully. Luther snarled, his hold on Owen's hips tightening. In one hard
thrust, he buried himself inside Owen, impaling him with a violence that should
have hurt, but didn't.

From that point on, it all became a challenge, a battle of
lust and a dance of desire. Both of them tried to get the other to come first,
but it wasn't even about competitiveness. Owen couldn't even pinpoint one
single exact reason behind his actions. He just knew that he needed this,
needed Luther to come inside him. But it was hard to hold on when Luther's each
thrust drove him into prostate heaven, making explosions burst into his vision.
The second shaft moved just as mercilessly, fucking his mouth, and Owen had
never felt more complete before, utterly owned by his lover and happier than
ever before.

In that moment, it occurred to Owen that Luther wasn't just
his lover. He was Owen's mate. That realization opened his eyes to what he
needed to do, and he tilted his head, offering himself to Luther.

It could have been more graceful and less awkward, what with
the cock in his mouth and all. Still, not everything in life and in love was
perfect, and in the end, it worked. Luther buried himself inside Owen one last
time and then piercing pleasure-pain exploded over Owen as his mate bit down on
the juncture of his throat.

That definitely hurt like hell, but it also felt beyond
amazing. Owen's body couldn't quite decide between the two and it settled
somewhere in the middle, propelling him into an orgasm so intense it bordered
on agonizing. He couldn't have hoped to understand it, let alone describe it.
He just felt, and in that moment, he truly knew what it was like to be one with
another person.

He'd always dreamed of his own romance and had hoped to find
his other half, but a part of him had remained practical. There was no such
thing as a perfect match, a perfect connection. He'd been so wrong. He
literally felt the moment when an unbreakable bond tightened between them, and
it was just that, perfect, flawless, everything Owen had craved whenever he
scented the roses his then-nameless admirer had sent.

A pulse of pleasure shot through him, both his own and not—an
echo of Luther's orgasm. Emotions, sensations and memories jumbled inside him,
all coalescing into a crystalline image of who Luther really was. He saw the
reasons for Luther's fears—Luther's past of blood and pain—but also his renewed
decision and everything he'd done in an attempt to keep Owen safe. Owen
wondered how he'd ever doubted this man, how he'd ever been afraid of what was
so clearly building between them. It was written in their hearts, in their
memories, a love letter from an Alpha to a human who'd dared to accept the
strangeness of his world.

Luther's voice sounded in Owen's mind, making him even more
aware of the beautiful closeness they now shared.
"Owen, my mate."

As Luther spoke, his astral self seemed to slide into Owen,
and suddenly, he could see things as Luther did, feel them in a million
different ways he hadn't deemed possible. He could see himself through Luther's
eyes, but also sense the wolf beneath the surface of Luther's human demeanor.

This time, when they met in the realm of their shared
consciousness, he didn't pull away. He allowed himself to admire the wolf with
Luther's eyes and knelt next to the great beast. Brown, just like Owen's
favorite color and in more shades than Owen had thought existed. It would have
been funny if it didn't make so much sense.

As he embraced the wolf's head and buried his face in the
luxurious fur, Owen whispered,
"Yours."

He didn't know how long they stayed like that, but all too
soon, he found himself drifting away. When he opened his eyes, the wolf was
gone, and he was back on the couch, with his mate draped over him. At one
point, Luther's astral presence had disappeared. However, Luther's dick was
still inside Owen, and somehow, his cock head seemed larger.

Luther moved just so, and the head of his prick rubbed over
Owen's prostate. Despite the mind melting orgasm he'd just had, Owen found his
own member making a valiant effort to rise to the occasion.

"Sorry," Luther murmured in his ear. "Knotting
is a werewolf thing. Happens to us when we make love to our mates, presumably
to encourage reproduction. I can't pull away."

There were many things Owen could have said to that. The
"encouraging reproduction" thing was a topic he and Luther had not
addressed properly, and Owen had to admit that, now that he'd seen into
Luther's mind, he realized he might not have given it as much thought as he
should have.

Instead of approaching it, however, he grinned and said,
"I have no problem with that. I don't want you to pull away, ever."

 

 

Epilogue

 

"So... You're dating that nice man who paid our
debts?"

Owen smiled at his mother and suppressed the urge to fidget.
He'd noticed the way she said "dating"—how could he not?—but he'd
been ready for the reaction. "We're doing pretty well. It took us some
time to get used to one another, but we simply... click."

His mother took a sip of her tea, probably to earn herself
some time to come up with an adequate reply. "That's nice, sweetie,"
she finally said. "I'm sure he makes you really happy."

"He does," Owen answered. Clearing his throat, he
decided to change the topic. "Anyway, how have you been? Everything okay
here?"

"Everything's fine," she quickly replied. "You
don't need to worry about me, Owen. You've done more than enough by helping pay
the bills."

"What about Edward?"

His mother immediately brightened at the mentioning of Owen's
brother. "Oh, he's had great results at school. We managed to set money
aside for college. He's picking his university this year, you know, and he's
not... Well, he can't find someone like you did."

Owen swallowed around the knot in his throat, remembering
exactly why he didn't usually talk about his brother at all. "No," he
answered with a straight face, "not everyone can find their other halves.
I suppose I'm just luckier than most."

It still hurt to see her so dismissive of him, but things had
never changed, not since Owen had first come out to her. For a while, she'd
barely spoken to him, and their contact had been minimal after Owen had moved
for his studies. She'd only reached out to him years later, when she'd
unexpectedly had a car accident and had been saddled with medical bills she
couldn't pay on her own.

Abandoning her had been out of the question, even if it meant
becoming a glorified stripper. To think that if he'd decided against it, he
might never have met Luther. It was almost funny if he thought about it.

Still, some things had stayed exactly the same, and despite
the financial help she'd received, she obviously thought he was whoring himself
out to Luther. In a way, it was a good thing that the door to the apartment
opened, and his brother burst into the room.

His angry gaze immediately set on Owen. "What's this
faggot doing here? We have to sanitize the couch again."

"Edward!" his mother hissed at him. "Be
polite."

Owen waved off her attempt to preserve the peace. "It's
okay. I guess that's my cue to go." He got up and smiled weakly.
"Take care, Mom."

"You too, Owen."

She didn't hug him, and he didn't expect it. He nodded in
goodbye, both to her and to Edward. His brother just glowered, clenching his
fists, while his mother waved. Owen made his escape and headed out of the
apartment, knowing that, most likely, he wouldn't see them for a long time.

In truth, it was probably better that way. They didn't want
him around, but Owen had intended to make one last attempt, to see if he could
reconcile the differences between them. After bonding with Luther and feeling
the pain of his mate's loss, he could all the more appreciate the fact that he
still had a family.

But he was obviously not welcome here, and he couldn't say he
was surprised. Their attitude gave him closure and as he stepped out of the
apartment building, he knew he could now focus on the future without looking
back.

Owen had another reason for coming to see his family. The
Secrecy Accords that reigned over shape-shifters made it difficult for human
mates to keep in contact with their relatives and friends. Right now, Owen had
a lot to lose, more so than a few weeks ago when he and Luther had become
mates.

He pressed his hand to his belly, feeling the barely-there
bump. It was still amazing to realize that he was pregnant. Somehow, he still
couldn't quite bring himself to believe it, and he'd done a fair amount of
mental flailing since he wasn't quite sure he was ready to become a parent.

His panic always faded when he let himself feel the love for
the new life growing inside him, but also for the other father of his child.

It was Luther's presence that always strengthened him, and it
helped him even now. Luther was waiting for him in front of the apartment
building, leaning against the hood of their car. "How did it go?"

Owen shrugged. "As well as could be expected, I suppose.
They don't want to see me. You helping them is all well and good, but I'm still
the no-good faggot son."

Luther's lips compressed in a thin line and he hugged Owen
close. "I wish you'd let me come with you. I would have—"

"No, Luther, it's better this way. I needed to face this
on my own."

Luther kissed his temple and broke their embrace. "I
know. I still should have been there for you."

"You are." Owen smiled at his mate. "You
always are, Luther. You and the baby are my family now."

The way Luther looked at him was almost heartbreaking. At
times, the man seemed to have as much trouble believing this was real as Owen
did, but for entirely different reasons. It just solidified Owen's decision to
stay by his mate's side.

Luther pressed a sweet kiss to his mouth, and Owen melted in
his arms, eagerly accepting the affection. He would have been willing to take
things further, even if they were in public, had Luther not broken the
lip-lock. "Well, then," Luther murmured, "this calls for a
celebration."

The enthusiasm with which Luther said the words was
contagious, so Owen slid into the car without comment. He was not surprised
when Luther directed the vehicle onto the freeway. Their visit to Owen's native
town had run its course. It was time to go home.

Still, he was curious as to what exactly Luther had in mind.
"Where are we going?" he asked his mate.

"Well, I arranged for some private time in that
restaurant I own." He shot Owen a sheepish look. "Last time it didn't
go so well. In other words, I messed up. But I want us to do it over. I want to
do right by you."

It hadn't been solely Luther's fault, but saying so wouldn't
convince Owen's mate. Owen decided to choose his battles, and arched a brow at
Luther. "We can't exactly talk about favorite colors this time
around."

The bond had given them insight into one other, and they'd
spent the past weeks figuring out the details, getting to know each other the
traditional way. Of course, Luther would not be deterred. "That's even
better, don't you agree?"

The glove compartment suddenly opened and a rose fell into
Owen's lap, accompanied by a familiar looking envelope. Owen stared in
disbelief, and Luther shot him a wink. "The fact that you're my mate
doesn't mean I have to stop courting you."

With that, Luther focused on the road once more. Owen was
left scenting the petals of the beautiful flower as he opened the envelope. As
he read the lines on the paper, he pressed his hand to his belly and knew that
yes, every change in his life was more than worth it.

 

THE END

 

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