With a loud groan, Draven wrapped his arms around Wyatt’s waist and held him tight, grinding their cocks together. The control over his mating urge was tenuous at best. After what they’d done in the shower earlier, the need to claim his mate rode him almost to the breaking point. It was also part of the reason why he’d let Rick get to him so much.
The sound of their harsh breathing filled the room before Wyatt let him up for air. “You no longer have any excuse to not make love to me, Draven. I want you—bad. I want your big cock buried in my ass. And I’m not going to take no for an answer, because I know you want me as much as I want you.”
Draven felt his control slip even more. The scent of Wyatt’s arousal had him weakening. He wanted him, wanted to take his mate in every way he could. The longer he spent with his would-be mate, the harder it was to deny him, especially when he was denying himself as well.
Seeing the hunger in Wyatt’s eyes, the longing deep inside them, Draven felt he was losing the battle. Lust and desire caused his control to seep away until he felt as if he would never feel whole again without claiming Wyatt as his. The mating urge dug its claws deeper into him, his wolf pushing for what was his.
Wyatt’s gaze became even more heated. He moaned low in his throat as he took Draven’s lips again. He nipped and sucked, his hands clutching Draven’s ass while he rubbed their cocks together. The friction made Draven harder. The rest of his resolve to wait faded away, leaving nothing but pure longing behind.
He let Wyatt have control for a bit longer before he took it from him. His control was going up in smoke. To resist his mate was a fight he was losing, fast. Only the certainty that Wyatt would want him forever too had him admitting defeat. He kissed him hungrily and turned the other man toward the bed. With a flick of his wrist, he tore back the covers and urged Wyatt onto the mattress. Draven followed him down, stretching onto his side along Wyatt.
Putting all the pent-up hunger the mating urge stirred inside him into his kiss, Draven took hold of Wyatt’s t-shirt and lifted it to his chin. He broke contact with his mate’s mouth only long enough to yank the shirt off. Draven trailed his hand across Wyatt’s defined pecs, stroking a fingertip across his flat nipples.
Wyatt yanked on the bottom of Draven’s shirt, pulling it up his back. Draven took hold of it by the collar, released the other man’s lips and drew it over his head. With eyes mere slits, he watched Wyatt stroke his hands along his chest, then down to the button on Draven’s jeans. Wyatt made short work of undoing them before he pushed the parted material open wider, springing Draven’s cock.
“Do you always walk around like this?” Wyatt asked huskily. “Wearing no underwear?”
“Actually, yes. I never got used to them.”
Wyatt chuckled. “Well, I’m not going to complain about that.” He wrapped his fingers around Draven’s shaft and stroked him. “I like being able to just open your pants and have nothing else come between me and your cock.”
Draven moaned and pushed himself tighter into Wyatt’s hand. “It does make it easier.” He rocked his hips. “I want you naked. Now.”
In short order, Draven had Wyatt out of his pants and underwear before tossing them onto the floor. His own jeans soon followed suit. Now pressed skin to skin with his mate, he turned his attention to Wyatt’s dick. It was fully engorged and pre-cum leaked from the tip.
Unable to resist, he went down on Wyatt, sucking the other man’s cock into his mouth. Wyatt moaned, his hands landing on Draven’s head as he thrust his hips, pushing his shaft deeper. Draven growled low, loving how turned-on Wyatt was. He continued to suck Wyatt’s dick as he reached between his mate’s legs and fondled his balls. Wyatt’s moans grew louder, his breath rasped in and out of his lungs.
After a few minutes, Wyatt yanked at Draven’s hair. “Enough,” he panted. “You’re going to make me lose it.”
Draven released him and rose farther up his body. “Not yet. I want to be deep inside you when you do that.”
Reaching around in the covers, Draven found the two items he’d bought at the store. With hands that shook with his arousal, he tore open the lube’s packaging and unscrewed the cap on the tube. He urged Wyatt onto his stomach, then squeezed some of the lubricant onto his fingers.
He nipped the back of Wyatt’s neck as he delved between the other man’s cheek’s. Wyatt groaned and spread his legs wider. Draven circled the puckered hole, lubing it up before he pushed a finger inside. Wyatt’s anus gripped the digit as Draven sank past the ring of tight muscle.
“Yes,” Wyatt moaned. “Give me more.”
Draven added a second finger, scissoring them as he pumped in and out to ready Wyatt for his cock. “It’s going to feel so good being inside you. So damn tight.”
“Fuck me, Draven.”
He made sure Wyatt’s ass was lubed up enough to ease his way before he reached for the box of condoms. After taking one out, Draven opened the foil package. He rolled the latex down his shaft, then thoroughly lubricated himself.
“Get on your hands and knees, Wyatt.”
His mate did as he asked, his head hanging down as he panted. Wyatt’s erection stuck out straight from his body, leaking with his need. Draven shifted into position behind him. He rubbed his cock in Wyatt’s crack, teasing them both.
No longer able to hold back from being inside the other man, Draven took hold of Wyatt’s hips and pressed the head of his shaft slowly into his mate’s body. He took shallow thrusts, each one taking him deeper until he passed the ring of muscle that wanted to keep him out.
Once he was buried to the hilt, Draven gritted his teeth to stop himself from coming. Wyatt’s ass gripped his cock in a tight fist. He pulled back then pushed forward. Wyatt moaned, rocking backward to meet each of his strokes. Draven increased the pace he set, his thrusts faster, harder.
“Fuck, take me, Draven,” Wyatt ground out. “You feel so damn good.”
A wolf’s growl rumbled out of Draven before he could stop it. The pleasure of taking his mate, claiming him, was beyond compare. Right at that moment, Draven felt it. Felt the mating bond begin to form between them. A piece of his soul reached for Wyatt’s. Draven pumped harder, growling and moaning, as Wyatt’s soul met and became one with his.
With a loud howl, Draven felt the point of no return hit him. He rammed into Wyatt one last time, then emptied his cock into the other man’s ass. Wyatt groaned and came all over the sheets. Draven held him in place until his shaft stopped pulsing. Pulling free of Wyatt’s body, he got out of bed and disposed of the used condom in the small wastebasket next to the nightstand.
Before climbing back up next to Wyatt, he collected the discarded box of protection and lube. Draven handed them to his mate and stretched out next to him. “Take me. Make me yours.”
Wyatt chuckled as he reached down and stroked Draven’s still hard cock. “Unlike you, I’m still not raring to go.”
“I think I can help with that.”
Draven took hold of Wyatt’s softened shaft and stroked him. He’d get Wyatt hard again. Draven’s wolf wanted to be claimed, wanted his mate to mount him. With the mating bond in place, every time he made love to Wyatt, it would only bring them closer, making their feelings for each other stronger. Draven loved Wyatt, had known it the instant his mating urge went off, which wouldn’t have happened if Wyatt hadn’t been meant to be his. Love at first sight was the norm for werewolves because of that fact. Wyatt had to be capable of loving him as well, or he wouldn’t have been his mate.
Wyatt’s dick twitched, showing definite promise. Draven inched down the mattress and took Wyatt into his mouth to speed things up. His mate groaned, stroking his cock between Draven’s lips. He didn’t have to work very hard to have Wyatt standing at full attention.