Wolf at the Door (6 page)

Raylan’s hands come down to grip Darin’s ass and then he’s being tugged closer and then lifted so that he can wrap his legs around Raylan’s waist.  Darin’s reminded of earlier when he’d almost panicked at being lifted, but this time he knows how strong Raylan is, knows he can take his weight effortlessly so he doesn’t bother to worry.  Instead he tightens his legs around Raylan’s back and shifts his hands up to clench in his hair.

They’re moving through the house, and Darin feels his back knock against a doorframe, but he doesn’t care because he’s kissing Raylan.  Then they’re stumbling into the bedroom, and Darin’s tumbling down towards the bed, Raylan’s heavy weight coming down on top of him.  They rut against each other for a moment, tongues tangling, cocks sliding against sweat-slick skin as Darin pants into Raylan’s mouth and Raylan growls low and continuous in his chest.

Raylan pulls back and away, but before Darin can protest he’s wrapping his hands around Darin’s hips and flipping him over.  He’s pressed face down in the rumpled sheets that still smell like both of them, and Raylan’s pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses down his spine.  Raylan nips at the flesh of Darin’s ass and then laves the mark with his tongue to soothe the hurt before he sucks a bruise onto the sensitive skin.

“Raylan!”  Darin thrusts his hips back towards Raylan as he calls his name, his demand clear in the way his body moves.

  There’s a loud snarl from behind him but before Darin can look over his shoulder he’s struck dumb by the feel of Raylan’s tongue lapping at his hole.  He groans and buries his face in the sheets.  His hands clench on the material as he fights between the urge to hump his hips forward in order to grind his cock against the mattress or thrust himself back onto that wicked tongue.

Raylan takes the choice from him but gives him the best of both when he wraps his hands around Darin’s waist and pushes him farther into the mattress.  He follows him down, tongue dipping in past the tightly clenched ring of muscles almost shyly before he starts thrusting it fast and slick into Darin’s body.  Raylan sets about working him open with his tongue, hands gripping his waist as he works to coax Darin’s muscles into relaxing.  Darin shudders at the feeling, imagines how they must look right now, him boneless and spread out across the bed with Raylan, all tanned skin and rippling muscles, eating him out like it’s his mission in life.

It’s almost too much for him.

Like he can tell, like he can sense the heady wave of lust and need that’s running through Darin, Raylan pulls back.  Darin can feel the wetness he’s left behind, knows that he’s open and loose, his hole slick from the insistent press of Raylan’s tongue.  Raylan’s moving back up Darin’s body, mouth nipping and sucking bruises into the skin along his spine until he can clamp his teeth onto the back of Darin’s neck.

Raylan’s cock presses against his ass, and Darin feels a moment of panic because even after being worked over by Raylan’s tongue he knows he’s still going to be tight and Raylan’s too big to make that an easy ride.  He flails out a hand towards the bedside table where he keeps his lube, giving his own less impressive growl when he can’t reach it.

“Raylan, get the … we need.  Lube, fuck, we need it … the drawer, it’s in the drawer.”  He gasps the words out, sentences broken and choppy but still coherent.

The werewolf’s longer arm reaches out past him and yanks the drawer halfway open.  Raylan rummages around inside for a moment and then pulls the half empty bottle of lube out.  Raylan lifts off of his back at the same time Darin hears a click and then he yelps slightly at the cold, wet feel of the lube being poured over his sensitive skin.  He doesn’t have time to complain before Raylan’s hands are on him, one helping to spread him open as the other smears his rim with lube.  Raylan doesn’t try to take it slow. He pushes two fingers deep inside of Darin and then twists them until he can press against his prostate.  Darin’s vision whites out and his breath catches in his throat as his entire body seizes up for a moment before Raylan pulls back and stills for an instance.  The pause gives Darin enough time to regain his senses, for the pleasure to die down a bit so he’s not in danger of coming immediately.

“You’re so eager, so close already, and I’ve barely even touched you.  I haven’t even scratched the surface of what I want to do to you, Darin, of what I’m
going
to do to you.”  Raylan chuckles low and harsh behind him and then the fingers are back.  He pushes them in deep and twists, scissoring them open as he slowly withdraws only to flirt with Darin’s rim, barely dipping inside, just teasing the edges a bit.

Raylan gives him another finger and Darin has to grit his teeth to keep from howling.  His hands clench the sheets in a white knuckled grip as he focuses on not coming from just the press of Raylan’s fingers.  Raylan finally pulls his hand away, and Darin feels him come up over his back again, feels the heat of him as he presses his chest against Darin’s back.  The head of Raylan’s cock nudges against Darin’s rim, teasing him as it rubs across the sensitive skin and then pushes forward slowly.

Darin wants to buck backwards, to take Raylan’s full length in a single move, but he doesn’t have the right leverage, can’t move from where Raylan has him pinned against the mattress.  Instead he focuses on the slow stretching burn of Raylan sinking into him, on the way he can feel Raylan’s teeth pressed against the back of his neck.  He’s breathless, sweat gathering at the base of his spine as Raylan pushes farther and farther into him with agonizing slowness.

When Raylan can’t go any deeper, when he’s so deep inside of Darin that Darin doesn’t think they’ll ever actually part again, he stills.  Darin feels the way Raylan’s teeth sink even deeper into his skin than before and the way the werewolf is growling louder than ever, the vibrations rumbling in his chest and sending goose bumps up and down Darin’s spine.

Darin starts to say something, starts to reassure Raylan that he wants this, that it’s good and right and to keep going, but Raylan cuts him off by pulling almost all of the way out and then thrusting forward hard and deep.

“Tight.”  Raylan hisses the word out from where his teeth are still pressed against Darin’s neck, and Darin can’t help but moan and arch his neck back into the press of Raylan’s mouth.

Raylan pulls out again until just the head of his cock is inside of Darin and then he thrusts back in again, just as deep and hard as the first time.  Then he does it again.  Darin swears that his spine is going to melt, that each slide and push of Raylan’s cock inside of him is taking him apart and then putting him back together all over again.  He wants more, wants it impossibly deeper, harder, faster, wants it to last forever.

“Raylan!  Please!”  Darin’s not above pleading, not above begging to get what he wants.

Raylan snarls against his skin and his hips snap forward with brutal force, and Darin feels a tight pressure against his rim that wasn’t there before.  In the next second Raylan is gone, the cool wafting air in the room drifting across Darin’s back causing him to shiver and twist to look over his shoulder in confusion.  Raylan is standing at the end of the bed, chest heaving and hands flexing at his side, fingertips once again tipped with deadly looking claws.

“Raylan?”  Darin calls out to him softly, confusion evident in his voice as he tries to push down the arousal that’s still beating through his veins in order to find out what exactly the problem is.

“I-I can’t … not like that.  I’ll
mate
you if I do, Darin.  I’ll mate you and you won’t be able to stop me.”  Raylan’s voice sounds as ragged and torn as his breathing does, but Darin is still confused.

“I don’t understand, Raylan.  Help me understand.”  He tries to keep himself calm, to keep his voice level and ignore the ache in his cock and the way he feels empty without Raylan over him and inside of him.

“Having you under me, so submissive, with my teeth at your throat … it’s like your
begging
for the bite.  Begging to be mated and filled.  It’s too much.”  Raylan takes a shaky step towards him, hands clenching at his sides and eyes glowing bright amber, before he visibly gets ahold of himself and stops.

Darin thinks he understands, thinks of the way Raylan’s teeth have been constantly seeking out his neck the further they progress.  It sends a shiver through him, the thought of Raylan’s teeth digging even farther into his skin, marking him for eternity and changing him in ways he’s aware he doesn’t understand yet.

Darin rolls over onto his back and swings his feet off of the side of the bed so that he can stand and take a step towards Raylan.  The other man’s almost vibrating, and Darin can’t help the way a smile breaks out across his face.  It’s gratifying to see the naked want in Raylan’s face, to know that he’s not alone in the pulsating desire that’s running beneath his skin.  He holds out a hand towards Raylan and is pleased when it’s immediately captured by a clawed hand and held gently.

He tugs Raylan closer to him and then twists and pushes Raylan back down onto the bed.  He knows that he’s only able to do it because Raylan lets him and that knowledge sends a thrill through him.  Darin follows Raylan down, straddling his hips and staring down at Raylan as he watches the understanding shine in his eyes.  Raylan grins up at him, sharp and devious, and wraps his hands around Darin’s waist, the light scrape of his claws adding a new dimension to the feel that Darin’s already eager to explore.

Darin reaches back and wraps his hand around the still thick and heavy weight of Raylan’s cock as he goes up onto his knees.  He shifts until he can feel the head, still oozing pre-cum and slick with lube, pressing against his hole.  Darin lowers himself slowly, taking Raylan back inside his body inch by inch, until he’s once again buried completely inside of him.  Raylan’s claws dig into his skin, and Darin arches his back as he grinds his hips down and back in response.

Raylan snarls, head tipping back and eyes clenching shut, and Darin can only stare in amazement as he shifts his hips down harder this time.  The corded muscles in Raylan’s neck stand out in sharp relief, and Darin can’t help but lean forward so he can mouth at them hungrily, his body twitching at the feel of Raylan’s cock sliding almost out of him.  Raylan’s claws bite deeper into Darin’s flesh as he uses his superior strength to force Darin away from his throat and back down onto his cock. Darin moans raggedly at the feel Raylan thrusting up into him, and he can feel the way his own cock is leaking pre-cum as the pleasure races through him.

Darin tries to get ahold of himself, tries to set a rhythm with his hips, to twist and rock and make Raylan lose himself in the pleasure that’s threatening to overwhelm Darin as well.  It’s difficult to do, the thick feel of Raylan’s cock, the way he’s all hot, smooth skin and corded muscle beneath Darin is distracting; it makes his hips stutter and his mind blank out.  Then Raylan’s hands are loosening and moving, claws removing themselves from what Darin knows have to be bloody half circles, sliding back and down to palm his ass.  Raylan’s fingers are careful as they part his cheeks to spread him open even farther as Raylan thrusts up with a snap of his hips.  Darin presses down into the move, his back arching at the feel of it as he whines low in his throat.

Raylan keeps moving, his face twisted into a snarl and his eyes colored that same bright burning amber before they snap closed.  Darin can tell that it’s taking a lot out of him, that the urge to truly mate must be running high through Raylan’s system if what he told him earlier was true.  Still it doesn’t escape his notice that Raylan’s trying to be careful to keep his promise.  Raylan’s buried his face in the pillow that lays beside him as best he can, eyes screwed tightly shut, and Darin can see where he’s bitten his lip, a tiny drop of blood welling up and staining the pillowcase.  Despite all of that Raylan keeps his hold on Darin, his clawed hands clutching desperately at his hips, guiding him in a hard almost rhythm designed to drive them both insane.

Still there’s a part of Darin that doesn’t like it, doesn’t like the fact that Raylan’s eyes aren’t on him, that his teeth aren’t pressing ever deeper into his skin, marking him and changing him from the inside out just like his cock is.  He wants Raylan to see him, to look at him like he had earlier, with hot hunger and desperate longing, wants to see his own desire reflected in Raylan’s eyes.

“Raylan.  Raylan, please.  Raylan!”  Darin calls his name, tries to coax his eyes open even as his hips speed up, as Raylan’s hands grip him tighter, pulling him back down onto his cock faster and harder.  Raylan doesn’t yield; his eyes stay closed and his teeth simply bear down harder on his own lip, but Darin knows he’s getting to him by the way his breathing speeds up and his muscles tense even further.

He can feel the pleasure building at the base of his spine as Raylan continues to fuck up into him, his cock brushing along Darin’s sweet spot with every thrust.  He splays his hand over Raylan’s chest, nails digging into the skin above the other man’s heart as he loses himself to the feel of Raylan beneath him.  Darin cries out, a sound thick with want, when Raylan shifts and wraps a hand tightly around his aching cock, his palm sliding against the skin slick with pre-cum and sweat as he strokes him.

Darin feels that spark build inside of him, feels the pleasure rush through his veins to the rhythm of his racing heartbeat and then it’s cresting, his vision whiting out as he comes, spilling across Raylan’s clutching fingers.  Darin doesn’t get the opportunity to clear his mind or even attempt to focus before Raylan’s moving.  The pleasure is still clouding his every thought and his body’s going limp and boneless and Raylan’s surging up beneath him.  Strong, still clawed hands grab him by the shoulders, smearing cum onto his skin as Raylan tumbles Darin backwards until he’s stretched across the sheets with Raylan still inside of him.

Raylan follows him down, hips working fast and hard, driving him deeper and deeper into Darin’s lax body.  Darin, eyes half closed and mind blissful, searches blindly for Raylan’s mouth and tangles their tongues together sloppily, almost uncaring of the sharp teeth he can feel.  His body is still caught in the aftershocks of pleasure, new sparks set off each time Raylan moves within him, and it clouds his mind deliciously.  Raylan breaks the kiss with a gasp, eyes burning and teeth glinting before he buries his face in the mattress beside Darin’s head, hands gripping Darin’s shoulders in a vice-like hold.