Another growl, but this one sounded like a laugh. Gethin gave Sorley a wolfy eye roll and turned around for the return journey. They loped along side by side for a couple of hours or so, content in the relative silence of the dead of night, Sorley pacing himself to allow Gethin to keep up in fur. He suddenly felt almost giddy with joy. Radiant with happiness.
The realisation hit him so hard, he almost stumbled. He must have made some kind of noise as Gethin circled him, then again, tighter, until he had to stop running. “What?”
Gethin chuffed, then flopped onto Sorley’s feet. Within seconds he was a naked man getting to his own feet.
“What’s up? I could feel this massive burst of energy coming from you, but in wolf form I wasn’t sure what it meant. Are you all right? Are you hurt?”
“Slow down, I’m fine! Dozy sod, how could I be hurt?” He cupped Gethin’s face in his hands and kissed him until he felt their bond — he’d decided to call it a bond — begin to…do whatever it did, glow, perhaps, in some part of space and time he couldn’t label. No matter what or how, he could feel Gethin relax, so he drew back.
Focusing on his mate’s brown eyes instead of where his horny mind wanted to go, he smiled.
“I’m happy. Like, really full to the brim of happy. I never considered I’d ever want someone to grow old—” He laughed, “—to grow as a person with, but now you’re here, and I’m here with you, and Iknowyou love me, and…Gethin, I am really shit at explaining stuff at times but I love you more than I know how to put into words and it seems like my entire body might just burst from how I feel about you and mmmfffph—”
Gethin’s hand somehow felt like a promise as he fitted it over Sorley’s runaway mouth and clamped down.
“Take a breath, cariad,” he whispered. “Take a breath, for the love of the moon and all the stars.”
“Mmmmm,” Sorley protested. Gethin eased up on his hold. “I love you as much as the moon and the stars as well.” When Gethin raised his eyebrows, he added, “I needed you to know that.”
“You ridiculous man, I do know that. You tell me every day, in so many ways. How could you possibly think I didn’t know?” Gethin kissed him, rather forcibly, and Sorley’s focus shifted, mostly due to the steel-hard pole now grinding against his thigh.
“Ahh, love, you’re naked.”
“That surely doesn’t bother you?”
Sorley laughed. “Only because I’m not.” He looked around and pouted. “I’m not averse to a bit of al fresco frolicking but this ground looks a bit rough.”
Gethin chuckled. “And there’s the princess I know and love. Come on, I know where to go.” He grabbed Sorley by the hand and took off, his feet flying at a speed his wolf had no hope of ever attaining.
They finally reached a small wooded area. Gethin tugged Sorley through gaps in the saplings and undergrowth until he halted by a sturdier tree, with bark that wasn’t as rough as some. Gethin tipped him forward so he had to save himself by clutching at the trunk, shoved one hand down the front of Sorley’s shorts, no doubt searching for the lube. The other delved between his arse cheeks, one blunt finger probing his hole.
“I can’t wait to be inside you again.” Gethin’s breath, sweet and slightly wolf-scented, tickled his ear. Sorley shivered, then wriggled to give Gethin better access. A tearing sound, then his shorts were flapping around his ankles as Gethin withdrew his finger for long enough to coat it with lube, before returning with two digits to press against his entrance.
Sorley whimpered and kicked off the damned shorts so he could widen his stance to make it easier for Gethin. “Don’t take long, I’m good to go.”
“My princess loves a bite of pain to go with her pleasure, doesn’t she?” Two thick fingers sawed roughly in and out, stretching Sorley’s rim. He gasped and dropped his head to rest on his now-folded arms.
“Just fuck me already. I need you.”
“Needy, mouthy brat, that’s what you are.” A third finger joined the others, making nerve endings spark and flare all over Sorley’s body. He whined in desperation when Gethin withdrew, making his mate chuckle and lean in closer, bracketing his top half against the tree trunk, the scratch of bark adding to his torture and ramping his desire up to furnace levels. “Something you want, love?”
“You’re so mean.” His cock was aching, so hard he thought one touch would be enough for him to explode. He wriggled one arm free with the aim of—
“Too slow, that’s mine.” Gethin captured his hand and, ducking down to swipe his shorts up, scrunched them, inserted them between Sorley’s face and the tree, pushing Sorley to stay in place, then easily restrained him, one of Gethin’s meaty paws sufficient to hold both of Sorley’s wrists high above his head. “Beautiful. Handcuffed to a tree, your cock dripping and your arse open and desperate for me. What more could I possibly want?”
“Nnghhh.” Sorley was beyond coherent speech. He whined and wiggled his bum, his entire being a pulsing, frantic thing ofwant.Gethin could always do this. No matter how good Sorley thought their previous coupling had been, without fail the next time his need would be greater, his desperation more intense. He would’ve feared for his heart had he not been immortal.
The firm press of Gethin’s thick cock against his hole forced a sob from his throat. “Gethin,please.”But the bastard took no notice, rocking back and forth, sinking deeper in increments so small Sorley worried about his ability to remain sane.
But finally,finally,Gethin gave a low grunt and made a circling motion with his hips. “Use your words, babe,” he said, amusement evident in his tone. He withdrew a couple of inches then pushed straight back in with another grunt. “Fuck, might have teased you too long. Not sure I’m gonna last.”
Sorley felt a bubble of laughter rising. “Uh huh, sure you won’t,” he said, proud he’d managed a whole sentence. “Fuck me like you mean it, puppy.”
Oops.That might have been a mistake. Gethin’s low growl sounded unearthly in the still of night. Sorley shivered, anticipation-bordering-on-anxiety about how this would play out ratcheting his senses to the point of overload. Every whisper of a leaf, every rustle of a creature underground, the wind sighing through the valleys a mile away, all sharpened to a point that made him dizzy.
Wham!Gethin slammed into him so hard the tree shook. “Puppy? I’ll give you puppy, you cheeky shit.” He hammered into Sorley then without mercy, roping a brawny arm around his waist and lifting Sorley off the ground with one quick tug. The change in angle made Sorley cry out, a raspy, reedy wail, while his body adjusted to the length and girth of his lover all over again. Gethin had seemingly unending reserves of energy, pummelling into Sorley as if his existence depended on it. Sorley’s cock leaked a sticky trail everywhere, desperate for some friction. His fangs slid down. Gods, he wanted to feed, now! He trembled against his makeshift pillow and bit his own lip to lap at the blood that trickled from the cut.
This sent Gethin into a frenzy. He bent his head to suck Sorley’s lower lip into his mouth, making them both moan loudly. Their kisses sizzled as they strained to connect in every way possible, Gethin plastered to Sorley’s back as they fucked as though it was the end of the world and they needed to die entwined.
