Don
whispered against his ear, making him shudder.
Ricky felt the slight edge of his
teeth moving down his neck, his tongue circling and exploring an area he’d like
to mark. The torment was nearly too much for Ricky and just when he’d thought
Don changed his mind, he bit and the mix of pain and pleasure made his head
reel.
“Beg me,” Don said, licking his
lips.
“What?”
Ricky couldn’t speak after, not
when Don began to playfully nip on his lower lip and then began to suck on both
of them, making Ricky’s toes curl in sheer anticipation. Their tongues tangled
with each other, seeking to taste and explore the warmth that poured from each
of them.
It wasn’t just a joining of their
physical bodies, but also a joining of their metaphysical bestial halves. Their
phantom wolves tangled and danced, their eager bodies brushing and sliding
against each other in recognition of a perfect fit. A howl of triumph emerged
from Don’s throat, making Ricky shudder in anticipation.
“Beg me!” Don demanded again and
the sheer authority in his voice made his submissive wolf happily bow its head
to its mate.
Knowing what his mate wanted to
hear, Ricky said, “Fuck me. By the Gods, fuck me already.”
“Good, little
Omega. Very good.” Don nuzzled his neck once
and then the world slightly wobbled.
Ricky shrieked when his legs were
no longer standing on solid ground. The corded muscles in Don’s arms didn’t
even look the least bit strained as they carried him to the bedroom.
“I feel like a bride.” Ricky yelped
when Don tossed him on the bed.
“A bride about to
be ravished.” Don smiled and the look in his eyes as he used them to
rake Ricky from head to toe, made his heart thump. To
go home to this wonderfully frightening, overprotective, and unexpectedly kind
man each night made his throat tighten with emotions.
“Fuck me ,”
Ricky pleaded again. “Fuck me until I can’t walk properly in the morning, Don.”
He yelped again when Don turned him
over, and positioned him on all fours at the edge of the bed. Ricky whimpered
when Don pressed one finger around the muscles of his ass.
“Is your tight little ass ready for
me, Ricky?”
“More than ready,” Ricky answered,
spreading his legs further and wriggling his ass mockingly at the other man.
Don laughed, slapping his buttocks
and nearly making him jump.
“Be a good boy. I’ll only be gone a
second to get the lube.”
Even though Don was only gone for
less than a minute, Ricky began to push and wriggle his bottom again upon his
return. Don slapped it again, making him moan.
“You like being spanked, my little
vegan Omega?”
“No. I don’t,” Ricky lied, glad Don
couldn’t see his flushed face.
Another stinging slap on his left
cheek soon betrayed him. He moaned just as the pleasure began to spread, but Don’s
bare hand smacked him again.
“Oh hell, yes,” Ricky moaned.
He felt Don’s lubed and wet finger
working its way around the ring of muscles in his slit. His entire body
throbbed with excitement. Ricky groaned, feeling Don slide one finger in and then another. Then he scissored them, preparing his access.
Just thinking of the other man’s long meaty cock inside him made him push his snatch
against Don’s hand again. For his efforts, Don smacked him again, laughing.
Ricky only whined his impatience.
“I think I’m going to enjoy you
very much, Ricky. I wanted to ram my cock into this sweet hole of yours the
moment I spotted it in the grocery.”
Don palmed his slightly stinging
bottom and then landed a few more smacks. Ricky’s own cock felt strained and
full by the time his mate entered just the tip of his cock inside his ready
asshole.
“Beg me again,” Don ordered and
once Ricky did, Don slammed the entire length of him into his waiting slit.
Ricky gasped at the slight sting, and the gasp
was soon replaced by a moan as Don grabbed his hips and began to withdraw out
of him. Another groan tickled out of him when