Page 38 of Jared

Steve had shown him where the wedding and the alpha ceremony would take place, in a large hall designed to hold a large number of people. An outside banquet was also planned, followed by a run.

It was all a bit much. Jared's head was spinning and he suddenly felt very tired. It was with great relief that he agreed to Steve's suggestion that they stay the night in Steve's suite of rooms.

The furnishings were much simpler than those back in Steve's New York apartment, but very well made and comfortable. As Jared nestled his head into his pillows, he uttered a sigh of contentment.

“You okay, babe?” Steve asked. “I know it's all been a big change.”

“I'm okay, in fact, today was rather spectacular. Never in a million years had I guessed that anything like this place could ever exist.”

“Mmmhmm. It is pretty weird, huh?”

“Yeah, but in a nice way. Come here,” he said, reaching his hand out towards Steve.

Steve took it, smiling, and perched next to Jared.

Jared craned his head upward. “Closer,” he whispered.

“Yeah?” Steve whispered back, as he leaned down to meet Jared's proffered kiss.

“Yeah,” Jared whispered against Steve's lips before kissing them.

Steve savored the taste of Jared's mouth as the kiss moved from sweet and languid to open mouthed seeking. He only broke off from the kiss when his brain caught up with the fact that Jared's hands were now fumbling around his waist as if seeking to undo his pants. He searched Jared's eyes, wanting to make sure he was reading the signs right.

“You sure, babe?”

“Yeah,” came the husky voiced reply. “Mate me.”

Steve's wolf surged and he fought to hold back the feral joy from his visage lest he spook his mate. Easy. He doesn't need to become afraid of getting mauled.

“Wow, your eyes have turned yellow.”

Steve turned his head.

“No. Let me see. I know you won't hurt me, and the wolf is you as much as the human form is.”

At that, Steve gave Jared a blistering kiss. What followed was a maelstrom of mutual need, clothes being fumbled off, hands and mouths reaching to connect, teeth clashing. Once both were fully nude, Steve abruptly stopped and sat back, drinking his fill of the man beneath him.

“So beautiful,” he said, then bent his head to lick a trail from beside Jared's ear down to his collar bone. He moved off of Jared, and stretched out beside him.

“Come here,” he said softly.

Jared clambered over him, moving to kneel over Steve's face as Steve's hands cupped his butt and gently guided him forward. Anticipating a blow job, he was startled to feel Steve's thumbs spread his cheeks as his hands pushed him further up to where his tongue could more easily reach their target.

“Oh my God!” Jared cried out as he felt Steve's tongue lave his opening. “So good!” Jared suddenly found himself wondering what to do with his hands. Hands on the mattress? Hold the headboard? No- need to touch...

He became aware that he must have spoken at least the last part aloud as Steve paused and said,

“Okay, turn around. You can reach me then.”

Jared complied. He eyed Steve's cock. It was turgid, the tip weeping drops of fluid that glistened against the almost angry red of its head. He leaned forwards, darting his tongue out to flick the droplets off, then buried his tongue in the slit. Steve moaned, then buried his head back between Jared's cheeks. Jared tried to concentrate on licking and stroking Steve, too lost in his own sensations to dare try sucking. Even that proved to be too much as Steve's tongue moved from licking to spearing. Jared's back arched, his head thrown back.

“Do-don't stop!”

Steve's only reply was to tongue fuck him, alternating tongue thrusts every so often with licks, then adding fingers. Jared whimpered, afraid of finishing too soon.

“Nooooo! Don't stop,” he wailed as Steve abruptly stopped.

“Shhhh. Not stopping. Just moving us to a better position,” Steve said, his hands urging Jared to turn around. “I think you're ready.”