It was worth it for the feelings alone. Titus knew his way around a male body, and it didn’t take long before Apollo was gasping as he struggled to stay standing. The man’s hands were everywhere, setting Apollo’s skin aflame, and it was those flames in a roaring campfire that Apollo mimicked the movement of as he danced. He was letting his own muse out to play.
Titus was there with him, a grounding force, holding him with firm hands while Apollo’s soul flew. Titus’s lips coaxed Apollo’s out to play, and when Titus plunged his tongue deep into Apollo’s mouth, Apollo leaned against him, tilting his head back, pressing into the strength of Titus’s bulk.
Titus’s hands never seemed to stop moving. Apollo was usually treated with worship and gentle embraces in his past. Most people were too enamored with his apparent beauty and athleticism to join with him in any passion. Titus didn’t get that memo, and he probably wouldn’t have cared if he had. His fingers teased Apollo’s arms and played along the muscles of his back. When his hands swept around Apollo’s neck and into hishair, Apollo wanted to melt into Titus’s skin, just so the man would keep touching him.
Apollo found himself disconnecting – his soul and mind ran free while every inch of his body was tantalized and teased, explored and stimulated with hands, tongue, and even a gentle nip now and then. When Apollo lost the fight with his legs, he gripped Titus tight and sent them out from under the water and onto the bed.
Titus didn’t blink, didn’t stop, his attention wasn’t distracted for a single second. Now they were horizontal, Titus could use his body to hold Apollo down as his torturous teasing increased. Apollo couldn’t remember a time when his body had been so responsive, and his pleasure had been so high.
Gasping, Apollo bucked up as Titus took one of his nipples between his teeth, soothing with his tongue even as Apollo could feel the edge of the bite. His fingers were teasing Apollo’s other nipple, sucking at one and tugging on the other. It was as if both nipples had a direct energy line to his cock, and Apollo arched his back, pushing into the pressure – seeking more, wanting more.
Not a single part of Apollo’s body was left untouched. He squirmed when his toes ended up in Titus’s mouth, and he moaned as a thick tongue made its way up the inside of his leg, right up until he hit Apollo’s ball sack. Titus didn’t touch his cock, and Apollo bit his lip – he was not the type to beg, but damn in that moment he wanted to. His orgasm was building like a wave inside of him, and Apollo couldn’t lie still.
As Titus moved, Apollo accepted it all. He reveled in the sensations, in the way Titus’s need for him made him feel. It was heady stuff, an aphrodisiac. Apollo didn’t think he’d ever riddenthe edge of an orgasm for so long – wanting it desperately but not wanting the experience to end.
Titus was totally in charge, and Apollo was happy to let him be. He didn’t have to think – only respond, and for Apollo, that was as easy as breathing. At one point, when Apollo’s front had been kissed and licked from his chin to his toes, Titus rolled him over – gentle, but firm as he stretched over Apollo’s back and nibbled the back of his neck.
He and Titus would only ever have the one first time together. That was the nature of new experiences. Apollo never doubted Titus would keep him satisfied, and he knew, when it was his turn, he could make Titus very happy too – at least in bed.
But Titus’s intensity would be hard to mimic, and that was what tugged at Apollo’s cock and tickled his balls more than a hand or toy could do. He would’ve loved to have been given the opportunity to explore Titus’s body, to see what moans he could elicit from his mate. But shifters were driven by instinct, and Apollo could wait. There would come a time when he would be the top, the instigator, the one in control. It would be him driving Titus completely wild with passion.
But for now, Titus needed the claim – it was instinct - and Apollo understood. As Titus reached around between his butt cheeks, he used his magic yet again - it’s not as though he had a bedside cabinet for the lube.
Titus’s growls got louder as he realized Apollo was slicked up and prepped. Firm hands pushed Apollo’s legs apart before those hands were on Apollo’s ass, kneading his butt as Titus leaned over him.
“You have no idea how much I want this. How much I want you,” he murmured in Apollo’s ear.
“As much as I want you.” Apollo tilted his head to one side, his arms outspread as he clutched the coverlets, letting out a deliberately long breath as the blunt head of Titus’s cock pushed against his entrance. Apollo needed more than one breath – it’d been a really long time since anyone had been inside his body, and Titus was a big man in every way.
But as he continued to breathe long and slow, in and out, a grunting Titus working to get his dick fully inside behind him, Apollo knew he was doing the right thing. It wasn’t a prophecy or premonition, just a sense of rightness. Forcing himself to stay in the moment, Apollo tried to commit every feeling to memory – Titus’s focus, the way he could barely speak, but he could growl, and moan, so clearly enjoying Apollo’s body. Titus might not love him yet, but he really loved what he was doing.
Let this claim make a difference this time, please. Keep this wolf shifter safe. Let this…Titus started to move, and Apollo’s brain stopped working.
Hard hands gripped Apollo’s hips like a vice. Titus’s moans filled the air as he pistoned his dick into Apollo’s body. There were no thoughts, no worries. Every concern Apollo had about what he was doing, about being with Titus at all, disappeared as his mate staked his claim.
After generations of heartbreak, Apollo allowed himself that moment of hope – allowed himself to feel the joy that came from being in love and giving his body over to the man who desired him strongly and the wolf who loved him already.
Pushing himself to his knees, Apollo leaned on his elbows, his fingers still entangled in the covers as he rocked back in time to Titus’s thrusts. He was not going to be a passive toy for Titus to amuse himself with. They were in this mating together and Apollo was determined to prove it.
He moved faster, feeling Titus match his rhythm. Stinging slaps of skin on skin joined Titus’s grunts – grunts that were getting faster with every minute. Apollo got caught up in the loop – Titus’s need for the claim, his own need for an orgasm, and a wish older than time for a love that would never leave him.Do it, do it, do it…
Titus did. His big hand cupped Apollo’s head, tilting his neck to one side.I’m committed now, Fates. Don’t let me down, Apollo thought, as sharp teeth sliced through his neck. There was a brief pinch of pain, but it was over before it ever fully registered in his brain. What followed was pleasure – a pleasure so intense, so deep, so consuming that Apollo could see the joy hovering in the air around him.
As his own orgasm hit him, he called out to the Fates. “I claim this wolf, Titus Haverland, as my own. Let no one come between us.” Apollo’s whole body felt as though he’d been lit up with an electrical circuit. Titus’s hips slammed against his butt one last time, as the man groaned long and low, falling over his back. The two of them stayed locked together in an embrace as old as time, and it was such an incredible feeling, Apollo prayed that Titus Haverland was the love he could keep.
Chapter Fourteen
“Are you feeling alright?” Titus was feeling a little bit concerned about his mate. It was a day and a half after their claiming.
The previous day, they had put in plenty of miles in the truck. Titus had worried, just for a moment when they first woke up, if things might have that “morning after” awkwardness he used to avoid by disappearing as soon as possible after the deed was done.
But Apollo woke up happy and affectionate and quickly zapped him up a full breakfast before they landed back in the truck. The conversation flowed in waves, the silences as comfortable as the conversation. It was a lovely day. The only thing that cut it short was Titus’s need to be back in bed with his mate. Finding a suitable parking spot, he was happy for Apollo to translocate them back to that incredible mattress.
The mattress was everything Apollo had promised. It was so good, Titus genuinely hated being responsible when they had to get back to the truck the following day. But they made it back by first light, and originally Titus thought Apollo was simply quiet because it had been an energetic night. For someone who hadn’t fucked the same person twice in years, Titus was finding he couldn’t get enough of Apollo.
But his mate didn’t get any happier the closer they got to Denver. With only half an hour to go before he dropped off the load they were carrying, Titus decided it was a good idea to find out why Apollo was being so quiet.
Titus wasn’t the sort of person to sit around and worry about what he might have done wrong. Realistically, he hadn’t had a chance to do that yet. Rather than make up shit that hadn’t happened yet, he felt it was better to ask.
