Pack and Mate (8 page)

They watched
Identity Thief
and had roast venison
with root vegetables and baked potatoes with Finn’s pack. Then they had to go.
Cort wanted to be back in his own rooms before they shifted. There would be
more room for the two of them and it smelled like home. Besides, he’d never
seen his mate as the wolf yet and he was eager to experience that. Without five
other pups in the mix. It took Finn forever to hug everyone goodbye but at last
they were hurrying down the hall.

“That was nice.” Finn was moving fast, eyes lit from within.
The moon was riding his mate hard. Nodding, he squeezed Finn’s ass, hurrying
his pup along.

The moon was coming and she couldn’t be denied. They ran
once they hit his hallway and started stripping down, both making wild little
sounds. The change came over him seconds after he’d slammed the door behind
them and he immediately pounced Finn, his little wolf beautiful.

Finn was tiny and red but quick as a flash, running through
the apartment. Chuffing happily, he gave chase. They would play and then he
would groom his mate so he could properly admire Finn.

Finn sprang from the floor to the back of the couch then to
the armchair. He nearly caught his pup on the chair but in the end Finn was
quicker, leaving him only a few hairs from Finn’s tail in his claws. Oh. Oh,
brilliant. Finn slid into the bedroom alcove, mangling a pillow as he went.

Cort leapt for him, determined to catch him this time, to keep
his mate in their den. They met midair and Cort took Finn down easily. They
landed together on the bed.

Growling, he nudged Finn’s muzzle and when Finn lifted it he
wrapped his teeth around Finn’s neck. He could feel Finn, panting, whining
softly, submitting to him. He held on for a moment then let go and rubbed their
muzzles together, praising his sweet pup. Finn wagged, tongue lolling for him.

He began to groom his pup, starting behind Finn’s ears. When
Finn wiggled he propped one heavy paw on his pup’s back, giving a warning
growl. Stay. This was important stuff. He was grooming. He explored every inch
of his pup, scenting Finn all over. He was lucky to have such a fine, compact
mate. He even gave each of the solid paws a lick.

Then he lay down next to Finn, offering himself to his mate.
Finn rolled over and rubbed their muzzles together, lapping his chin in
greeting. He chuffed and licked Finn’s nose in return. Finn’s grooming was
gentle and careful, his pup smoothing his fur, making him pant. Such a good
mate.

When Finn was done they curled together, Finn fitting
perfectly in the curve of his body. He could hear the slow
thump thump
of Finn’s tail, the heavy beat like music. He vocalized softly, sharing his
pleasure.

Finn head butted him, chewed on one of his ears. Oh, it had
been too long since he’d shared the moon with anyone, and for it to be with his
mate, with this eager, energetic pup. As though Finn had heard him, his pup
stood, nipped his tail, begging him to come and play.

He stayed lying down, pretending to be tired. Then he leapt
up and pounced his mate, paws on Finn’s belly. Finn oofed and then batted at
him. He let Finn up and gave chase as soon as Finn was on all fours again.

They ran and ran around the room, him nipping at Finn’s tail
and back paws. On one corner Finn lost control of his back legs, barking as he
went sliding. Cort called out to his mate. Was Finn okay? Finn looked at him,
chuffing softly, eyes laughing.
Oops.

Oh. Oh, oh, oh, oh! He’d heard that.

Mate?

Finn’s eyes went huge.

Mate.
Cort had heard of this but hadn’t believed it
was real. Finn whimpered and moved close. He made a soft noise and nuzzled
Finn.
It’s okay.

Mate. Hear you.

I know. It’s good.

Finn pushed into his side, groaning low. He comforted his
pup, grooming and vocalizing softly. He could feel it, deep in his soul, Finn’s
relaxation.

He made a low, happy sound. He had his mate.

* * * * *

Finn woke up in a rush, naked and curled in Cort’s arms.
What a moon! He blinked and stretched, his belly growling loud.

Cort chuckled. “Someone’s got moon-fever tummy.”

“Starving!” He rolled over and nuzzled Cort’s cheek. Cort
turned his head and the nuzzling turned into kissing. His fingers tangled in
the heavy, dark curls covering Cort’s chest.

“There’ll be venison steaks waiting for us outside the door.”

“Really? You did that?” He kissed Cort hard, so pleased. “You—I
don’t deserve you.”

“What? Of course you do, you’re my mate.”

“Should I get the table?” He loved the way you could roll
the food right into your room.

“It’s okay, I’ll get it.” Cort nipped his nose and got up,
moving to the door.

Finn watched Cort move, his mouth watering. That was his.
All those muscles, the lean back, the strength. His. His mate.

He whined, hand wrapping around his suddenly hard cock.

Cort’s head whipped around, his nostrils flaring. “That’s
mine.”

“No. No, you’re mine.” Finn knew it.

“That too.” Cort pointed at his hand. “But no touching.”

“What?” His hand fell away though, the edge of command in
Cort’s voice irresistible.

“You heard me.”

Cort opened the door and brought in the table with its domed
plates. The smell of venison filled the room immediately. Finn stood, mouth
watering, the scents wafting over him. Cort smiled at him and put the plates on
the kitchen table.

“Come and get it,” Cort invited as he took off the silver
domes with a flourish.

“Smell that.” Finn licked his lips, nostrils flaring.

“I know.” Cort started, cutting off a huge bite of the
venison and shoveling it in.

His mate having started, Finn grabbed a bite of his own and
then it was on. They growled and snapped, eating furiously. Cort ate faster
than he did and stole several pieces of his before it was all gone. He stole
the last bite from Cort’s fingers though, laughing softly.

“Finn!” Cort sounded shocked then he laughed too.

Finn bounced a bit, feeling as though he could chase his
tail. Cort grabbed him up and helped him get close, kissing him.

He nipped Cort’s bottom lip, squeezed his big mate tight. “I
need to run around!”

“You need to make love with me.”

“Again?” What a good idea.

“And again and again until you feel like you need to sleep
or eat.”

He leaned in, nipping Cort’s jaw. “Again and again.”

“And again.” Cort stood, bringing him up too and he wrapped
his legs around Cort’s waist.

So strong. His mate was so strong. It made him proud and
aroused him too.

They went to the den, Cort pressing him down into the
mattress. He held on, never once letting go. Cort’s tongue pushed into his
mouth, fucking his lips. The heat between them was a flame, licking at him
inside.

Cort grabbed his hands, raising them up over his head.
Oh.
Finn pulled, curious. Cort didn’t let his hands go, instead leaving him
stretched out as the big body slid against his own. Finn opened his mouth to
asked but Cort’s lips covered him, tongue pushing in to taste him.

Both his hands were transferred to one of Cort’s and his
mate touched him with the other. It didn’t make any sense but Cort kept
distracting him. His nipples were stroked then pinched and tugged. The
sensations were gentle at first then the tingles became an ache.

Shifting down, Cort wrapped his lips around Finn’s left
nipple. His muscles tensed, his cock bobbing in time with the suction. Lifting
his head, Cort blew on his wet nipple.

“Cort!” Finn sat halfway up, hips jerking.

Cort still had his hands, tugging him back down onto the
mattress.

“You have me.” Finn groaned, chewing on his lip.

“I do. I have you.”

He nodded, just a bit confused.

Cort’s mouth descended on his again, fingers of Cort’s free
hand wrapping around his cock now. His hips rolled up, pushing into Cort’s
touch.

“Needy boy.” Cort began to stroke, stretching him between
both hands.

Yes. Yes, he was needy. More than he’d imagined he could
ever be.

Cort’s finger pressed against his slit. The world tightened,
everything else disappearing, that touch stinging.

“Love watching your face when you come,” murmured Cort. “When
I make you come.”

Finn only had attention for his cock. “Aches, that.”

“This?” Cort pressed against his slit again.

“Y-yes.” His wrists twisted in Cort’s hand.

“Mmm.” Cort did it again.

Finn kicked a bit, unable to stop. Nostrils flaring, Cort
vocalized for him. Finn didn’t understand what was going on, what Cort needed.

Cort went back to stroking him then pushed against his slit
again.

Finn shook his head, tugging. “Please.”

“Please what?”

He blinked, shook his head. “I don’t know.”

Cort bit at his lower lip, the little sting of pain going
right to his balls. He jerked, yelping softly. Cort wrapped his lips around
Finn’s lower lip and just tugged on it this time. He caught his breath and
about the time he did, Cort bit again. Soft and hard, back and forth, Cort was
trying to drive him crazy.

“I need to get up.”

Cort shook his head, fist jacking harder along Finn’s cock.

“I do!” Finn knew what he needed!

Cort pressed his slit again and a wild sound left Finn, raw
and needy. Nodding, Cort did it again then jacked him hard and fast. He ducked
his chin, gritted his teeth. He could feel his orgasm building and when Cort
touched his slit again, the feelings got even bigger. He arched, spine feeling
as if it would snap.

“Come for me, pup. Give me your pleasure.”

Just like that, he shot, seed pouring from him in waves and
Cort howled for him.

It felt as though the pleasure went on and on, surrounding
him. When it finally let him loose from its grasp he was in Cort’s arms, his
mate curled around him. Cort was rumbling, petting him.

“Sweet mate. Beautiful wolf.”

“Mate.” Finn felt as if he were floating.

“Mine.”

“Uh-huh.” Finn nodded, eyelids dropping closed.

Cort was still hard, rubbing against his hip. He bent his
knee, gently nudging Cort’s cock. Grunting, Cort jerked and pressed closer.

“More?” Finn asked, wanting Cort to have pleasure too.

“Want your mouth.”

Oh, Cort did love his lips and he loved Cort’s taste. Finn slid
down, moving lazy. Cort’s fingers carded through his hair, loving on his head.
His eyelids went heavy, the scent of Cort everywhere. Cort’s needy cock seemed
to reach for his lips.

It was the easiest thing in the world to tilt his head and
open up, the flavor of Cort familiar. Groaning, Cort tightened the fingers in
his hair for a moment then relaxed them again. He lapped gently on the tip
before he began to suck, pulling Cort into his lips.

“Yes. Pup. Please.”

It stunned him, the comfort he took from this, from the
weight of Cort in his lips.

Cort’s hand became heavy on his head, though it wasn’t
holding him down. They rolled together, easy as pie, humming nice and slow. The
thick cock filled his mouth, sliding along his tongue and leaving Cort’s flavor
in its wake.

Mate.
He heard Cort’s pleasure, echoing inside him.

A low moan sounded and he heard that too, merging with the
taste and feeling of Cort. He wrapped one hand around Cort’s hip, dragging him
in deep. When he swallowed, Cort moaned and pushed even deeper. Finn swallowed
around Cort’s cock, over and over.

“Finn.” Cort’s erection got harder on his tongue.

A low hum vibrated through him, from down in his belly to
his lips still wrapped around Cort’s hardness.

“Finn!” This time his name was shouted and Cort pushed deep,
pouring seed into his mouth.

Finn gulped the spunk down, surprised, grabbing Cort’s legs
and squeezing tight. Cort’s cock eventually slipped from between his lips and
Cort stroked him with one hand.

He rested heavy, cheek on Cort’s hip. “Tell me about you?
Why are you here? Where is your pack?”

“I was kicked out of my pack—the Alpha thought I was a
threat.” Cort shrugged. “I’ve been on my own for a long time but I heard the
call to find my mate and came here.”

“Are you new? You’re large, larger than me.”

“Am I new?” Cort asked.

“Here. I mean, in this city.”

“Ah. I’ve been here a year and a half. It took a long time
for you to come.”

“I hadn’t been driven from the pack yet.”

“You were driven from your pack too?” Cort stroked his
cheek, looking more upset for him than he’d been for himself.

“We all were. The group of us. Too many bachelor males. Too
many—” His lips twisted over the words the council had used.
Worthless
.
Weak
.
Betas
.

Cort kissed him and looked into his eyes. “They lost the
best of them when they sent you away.”

“We tried to take care of the others, me and Pat.”

“You’ve done a good job so far.”

“Thank you.” He had to smile at the praise.

Nuzzling him, Cort petted his hair. “I want to groom your
wolf.”

“Here? Now?” Cort had said it was safe, anytime. Whenever.

“Yes. Please?”

Finn closed his eyes and the wolf came easily with the moon
so close.

“I was right, you’re beautiful.”

He wagged his tail, pushed his muzzle into Cort’s hands.
Mate.

“Yes. Yes, mate. Beautiful.” Cort scratched behind his ears.

Oh.
His eyes crossed and he vocalized happily. The
scratches got deeper and they were so good. His tongue lolled out of the side
of his mouth, one foot kicking restlessly.

Cort picked up a brush from the headboard and began to run
it over his fur.
Oh. Oh!
Finn rolled over, offering Cort his belly.
Oh,
more. Please.