Reluctant Mates - 21 Paranormal Romance Stories (Werewolf, Vampire, Minotaur and Monster collection) (68 page)

Sweat poured down David’s face as Thom lifted him up and thrust his hips up as David came down. He fucked with such power, such force, that even in this standing position, his balls slapped against David’s flesh.
Thwack, thwack, thwack
. Harder and faster he pounded. David just rolled his head around, closed his eyes and went for the ride. Soon – too soon, he thought, Thom had wrapped his arms around David’s waist and was urgently, angrily pounding him, obviously close to climax.

“Fuck! Fuck! Hnnnnnng....” Thom grunted, latching on to David’s hips so hard he left white marks. He shoved in deep one last time, and erupted inside David’s rung-out asshole. Thom’s biggest delight seemed to come not from his orgasm, but from the contorted twisting of David’s face as he clenched out his own second cum. The vampire’s explosive jets of cum filled David and ran down his leg in an obscene tendril that dripped onto the pavement and vanished in puffs of steam when they hit concrete.

David’s second orgasm was a tsunami in the chest. The surges of Thom’s explosion inside him sent him straight over the edge. His asshole gripped hard on the vampire’s cock and he groaned his pleasure in hot, quick breaths. Still impaled on Thom’s softening dick, David felt the tension rise inside him and escape in opiate clouds of release. His vision went spotty for a split second as his first shot burst out. Thom took David’s cock in hand and milked his lover from base to tip, making sure he was completely spent. He set David back on his feet, propped him against the fence and dressed himself.

After Thom dressed himself, he helped David back into his trousers. David felt a bit strange. He was barely able to keep his balance, and felt rather like he was going to pass out at any second.

“Like I said earlier, you aren’t going to remember much of this. I’m not entirely sure why, but it has something to do with vampires and our bodies that you humans just can’t take particularly well. You are stronger than most I’ve taken though. Who knows, you might remember more than most.”

“Am I... am I dying?” David said, woozy.

Thom laughed that wry, snarky chuckle of his. “No, no, you’re not dying. But you are going to feel like absolute hell tomorrow. Probably need to call in to work. Again, it’s the vampire thing. Nothing much to do about it but taking a couple of ibuprofen and sleeping it off, but you know how that is I imagine.”

With that, David collapsed in a heap. Thom bundled him up and carried him to his car, dumping him unceremoniously in the back seat. He turned to leave, but had a second thought.

“You know,” he said to himself, “I think for whatever reason I owe this one a little more. I can at least leave him hopelessly hung over in his own bed.”

As David awoke the next morning, everything was just as Thom had said. He had only cloudy memories, and one hell of a motherfucker hang-over. His head pounded as he rolled out of bed just in time to get an email to his boss before he was late to his shift.

He had a lot of questions. Most of all though, he wondered how he got home because he was obviously trashed out of his mind the night before, but he just swallowed a couple ibuprofens and rolled back over to try and sleep it off.

He slept most of the day, but when he woke up, some things started to come back. Still, they were vague memories, but he recalled the name “Thom”, and the face of a lithe, gorgeous lover that had taken him in an alley. As he rifled through his walled, he also happened upon a note written in handwriting that wasn’t his. In time, the note would make more sense:

“I told you so. I have a feeling this won’t be the last you hear of me. –T”

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A
mile and a half underground, days often seem the same. The darkness, the dust, the pinholes of light from other miner’s helmets; it all sort of blurs together in those twelve hour shifts. I started with the company about four years ago, and had just moved to a new gold vein up in the Dakotas. I was never really sure which one, because the mine straddled the border, and anyway, there isn’t much difference in the dark. As veins go, this one was supposed to be big – really big. The bosses were talking about it maybe being some kind of mother lode that ran all the way up into Canada. I just kept my head down, never asked many questions, and collected my paychecks at the end of every week. It was pretty good work, but all that changed a week ago today.

***

T
en minutes before the mid-shift break, alarms started to blare. That happened every now and then, usually it was just gas seeping in through the mine floor and the venting system took care of it. Alarms didn’t usually sound like this though. Instead of a long, sustained whine, this one came in short trumpet blasts.

“Fuck.” I said, under my breath. I was so far away from the main shaft that it would take me a half hour or more to get back to the elevator, and that was assuming the cave-in was somewhere else and not between the lift and myself. I looked around, started to panic. We had been trained for this sort of thing but when it actually happens all that training and preparation turned into bald, raw terror. Tremors shook the walls of the mine, tiny glints of gold flake streamed off the vein and a cloud of dust rolled through. I strapped down my gas mask, and sat down to try and think of a plan. Or maybe just to die. To be completely honest, that option seemed far more likely.

Shortly after my mental collapse, I realized I had not seen my buddy, Zack, for at least an hour. We always stuck together, both because we got along well, and because it made us feel safer to have someone around. The idea was that if something like this happened, one of us would be cognizant enough to make some good decisions and get us to safety. “Where the hell did you go, man?” I asked the darkness, hoping it would answer or that Zack was just out of eyeshot but could still hear me. Thinking back, I have no idea how I lost him. I mean, we stood right beside each other all day pecking at a gold vein. Where could he have gone?

Just as my thoughts started to circle back around to my own death, I heard something off in the distance, probably a quarter mile down the shaft. A howl, like you would expect from a wolf in the middle of the forest, pierced the dank silence. “That’s weird,” I said, again broadcasting into the darkness. “Wolves don’t usually live underground. Huh.”

What happened next was so bizarre, so utterly unbelievable, that sitting here writing it out feels a little like I’m lying to myself. I know what happened, and how incredible it was, but somewhere in the back of my mind, I still think it must have been a dream.

I decided that the howling was someone trying to communicate, so I howled back. When I did, the sound grew nearer. Each time it came, I answered the call as loudly as I could. I heard a light scratching noise, like claws on concrete. I kept on howling. I had no time to feel like an idiot, because by now, full-blown panic set in, and I was going to do whatever it took to get noticed. Finally, after what seemed like forever, the darkness was pierced by two unearthly eyes.

The beast was immense. Under any normal circumstance, I would have tried to run like hell in the other direction, but this was obviously no normal circumstance. Anyway, I couldn’t see five feet in front of me, so if this beast was about to kill me, there was no way I was going to escape. That’s when the damndest thing I’ve ever experienced took place. This enormous wolf, his coat an inky black tipped with silver, came up to me and nipped at my boot, then the waist of my pants, and lowered his head.

“Oh, my God,” I said, slack-jawed and staring. “Does this thing want me to
ride
it?”

The wolf whined and nudged me again. I realized that it understood me. That, somehow, was stranger to me than all the rest.

“You... ah... you want me to ride you?” I asked the wolf, incredulous. Actually the thought crossed my mind that I was already dead and that I was in the throes of that pre-death hallucination you always read about.

The wolf barked once, nipped again, and lowered his head. I decided that things could not possibly get any more insane, so I crawled onto his broad, muscular back. I got two handfuls of thick, coarse wolf coat and wrapped my legs as best I could around it. Satisfied, the wolf turned and bolted, deeper into the mine, away from the elevator.

After what seemed like hours, I figured out where it was taking me: there was an old, abandoned shaft not too far from where we started. The hole was probably just big enough for us to get through with me on the wolf’s back, but getting to the shaft was a problem. Near where it opened out into the current mine there was about a five foot gap that had to be crossed by ladder to reach it, and with all the shaking, the ladder had to be gone. The wolf cleared the gap effortlessly, and scrambled up the narrow tunnel. By the time we were halfway up, I was so terrified and so overloaded with adrenaline that I just collapsed with my hands clamped down in a death grip on the sides of the animal carrying me.

***

I
awoke in a daze. The wolf left me on the bank of a small creek, and had apparently brought Zack up as well, although he was in much better shape. So much better, in fact, that he was nursing me when I woke up.

“What... what happened?” I stammered, “How did we get out? The mine...?”

“It collapsed pretty much completely.” Zack said, trailing off. “Everyone got out though. We were the deepest in.”

“So, wait. What about that wolf?” I asked, too stupefied to worry about sounding crazy.

“The wolf?” he said. “Oh right. Yeah, best to just forget about that. I’ll explain later.”

That was when I noticed that Zack was crouched beside me completely naked. I’ve always known he was a strong guy, but I never noticed how chiseled he was without all that safety equipment and flannel. He was gorgeous, sitting there, curled up. He was drenched in sweat and the muscles of his chest, arms and back stood out and appeared swollen and exhausted under the pale gaze of the moon. His dark hair and haunting eyes captivated me. I was a little surprised at myself – I’d known for a long time that I was curious about guys, and Zack was definitely a hot one, but I’d never actually voiced any of this to another person, let alone the guy that I worked with six days a week.

“Zack,” I said, “stop me if this is uncomfortable. But you are gorgeous in this light.”

He looked down at me and smiled, his pearl-white teeth standing out against the night and his dirty skin made him even more gorgeous than he was a second ago.

To respond, he stooped down low and kissed me on the forehead. “I’m just glad you’re alright. I was worried for a second,” he said, pressing his lips to mine. Positioned as he was, the kiss was upside down and incredible. His full, sensuous bottom lip found a place between mine, and we sucked one another in, both having the same idea to nibble while we did. Stubble on his chin tickled my nose and he laughed a little when I shivered underneath him.

“Sorry,” he said, “If I’d known that mine was going to collapse, and that we were going to end up out here, alone, I would have shaved better before coming to work today.” Another smile, but this one was deeper. There was no joke on his lips this time. He looked into me with those dark, gorgeous eyes, and I knew right then that Zack was not just another buddy in the mines. There was something real that I felt; something palpable between us, and anyone around would have felt it in the air.

Zack dropped his head and kissed me again, this time putting his hands to the sides of my face and brushing me lightly with his fingertips. Sweat on his lips and the warm sweetness of his breath intoxicated me. My stomach fluttered as he gently tangled his fingers in my hair and sucked my bottom lip into his mouth again, this time biting a little, sending a thrill down my neck. I lightly massaged his big biceps and returned his kisses, drinking in this beautiful man with all my senses. I tried to mirror everything he did – when he kissed, I kissed; when he bit, I nibbled – but soon, that got to be too much for me to handle.

One of the hands that caressed my face slowly trailed down my side and lingered at my waistband for a half a second, as though Zack was questioning how fast to move. To answer him, I reached down and led him to the bulge in my work khakis. He gave me a squeeze through my trousers and I gasped lightly in surprise. As soon as my lips opened, Zack swirled his tongue between them. I gently pulled his head to me again and wrestled his tongue with mine. He let out a low, delicious “mmm...” as we kissed and my sensitive cock hardened in his hand.

“It’s so big,” he said in a low, quiet voice, “it has to be getting tight down there. Can I let it out?” As he spoke, Zack squeezed again, this time running his hand up and down the length of my shaft. “Please, yes, please,” I said, craning my neck to meet his lips again.

Without pulling his head up, Zack stroked me again and undid the button of my fly. I was disappointed, but only for a second, when he got up to change positions. He lifted my shirt above my navel and trailed kisses down my torso. His mouth went to the cloth that strained to hold my member to my body, and he laid hot, steaming, open-mouthed kisses down my length as he unzipped my pants. He slid my clothes down my legs, unlaced my boots, and took it all off in one pull. He came back up my body, hovering low, and let the heavy balls that hung below his half-hard prick trail up my leg as he did.

Zack kissed me again, deeply and passionately, as he pushed his cock against mine and settled his weight on top of me. He moved his hips in slow, tantalizing circles against my body, pleasuring my sensitive underside with his. We were almost exactly the same size, so the ridges of our heads came together in a sort of delightfully obscene, grinding dance. I moaned each time he thrust his hips against mine, massaging our rods together. I ran my hands over the bulging muscles of his lower back and squeezed his hard, tight ass cheeks. “Do you like how that feels?” I asked him, pressing my fingertips into the crease at the top of his legs and urging him into me harder.

“Oh God, that’s incredible! Push harder, grind that cock into me!” Zack said as he spread out his legs and started to massage my balls with one of those rough, powerful hands of his. His hands on me made the whole thing seem more
real
for some reason, as though before that, I still thought I was dreaming all this up. When he touched me though, I wanted him even more than I had just seconds before. I looked down and saw the head of his cock poking up at me between our flat, firm bellies. A glisten of pre-cum had gathered on him, which somehow turned me on even more. Seeing how excited Zack was, I guess, did it to me. I pressed hard into his crease and when he moaned, I slid a finger to the hole between his spread-out legs and circled it, teasing and pushing.