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“What the fuck was that for?”

Breathing hard, Al continued
glaring at him. “For not believing in me, you stupid jerk. Didn’t you have
enough faith in me to win?” Raising his other hand, Al let out a rather cute
sound of frustration when Terrence grabbed that hand too.

“I have complete trust in you, Al.
It’s just that I couldn’t help myself.” Terrence closed the space between their
bodies. Al’s chest rose, as his breathing grew uneven. Terrence could hear his
increased heartbeats and feel his excited prick pressed against his jeans.
“Now enough talking.
I want to hear you beg,” Terrence said,
leaning close to Al’s ear and enjoying his shiver. “Beg me to fuck you, Al. Say
it.”

“No way.
I’m not the depraved wolf you think I am.”

Terrence silenced Al with a kiss.
Leaning forward to him, Al betrayed himself by responding back eagerly. The
feel of Al’s body so close and tight against him felt so good and right.

Terrence sucked on his bottom lip
tenderly, and Al delightfully rubbed himself against Terrence. Al moaned his
dissatisfaction when Terrence stopped kissing him.

“Beg me, little baker. If I don’t
hear you begging, you won’t be getting any.” If possible, the bulge in Al’s
pants grew more prominent at those words.

Whatever defiance Al was planning
to let out dissipated. “Please, Terrence.”

“What do you want, Al? Tell me,”
Terrence insisted. Al felt him nip at the curve of his neck.

Al
shivered,
his entire body pliant to Terrence’s control. “Fuck me, please. Fuck me,” Al
said, spearing his hand through Terrence’s hair.

Terrence licked at the spot he’d
chosen on Al’s neck and sucked at the tender skin. Al happily moaned against
him, indicating his assent for what Terrence was about to do. His body grew
still when Terrence set his teeth into Al’s neck, biting deep and claiming him.

Through the bite, Terrence reached
for their wolves and looped, twined, and joined the beasts together until they
were one. Whatever mate bond lingered between him and the deceased Harlan
Priest dissolved. He and Al were finally mates, in every sense of the word,
bonded together until their deaths.

Relief filled him as the mate bond
coursed through both of them. Terrence placed a gentle kiss on bite mark.

“Oh yes,” Al murmured. “Yes.”

Skimming the length of Al’s body in
anticipation of what he was about to have, Terrence leaned in close again.
“Strip for me, Al. Strip and let me see the entirety of you.”

“You take off your clothes too.”

“Is that a demand?” Terrence asked.

Al furiously nodded, making him laugh.
Their clothes fell away in a hurry. Al licked and panted. Terrence smiled when
Al ran a possessive hand down the length of his hard chest and down his long,
hard, and beautiful cock.

“You don’t know how long I’ve
dreamed of this.
Of having you all to myself.”
Al
closed his eyes, hand still palming Terrence’s chest.

“I know. That’s what made me so
attracted to you.” Terrence’s hand trailed down Al’s chest and belly. Curving
his fingers around Al’s eager cock, he began to pump him.

“You’re attracted because of my
horniness? Some romantic you are.”

Al gasped when their flesh finally
touched. Sliding his thumb over Al’s
precum
, Terrence
used the cream to lubricate him further. His other hand slid down the curve of
Al’s buttocks.

“Are you tight for me, Al? Are you
ready to take the pounding I’m about to give you?” Those words made Al gasp,
and Terrence knew it wouldn’t be long before he came in his hand.

“Oh yes.” Al pushed his face
against Terrence’s shoulder.

Terrence grunted at the feel of
Al’s teeth sinking into his flesh and realized he liked the slight bite of
pain. “Come in my hand, Al. Come now,” Terrence growled against his ear.

Little adorable sighs came out of
Al as he thrust his hips farther into his hand. Terrence kept one hand pressed
firmly against Al’s back to keep him balanced. The climax took hold of Al, and
Terrence felt his tense body grew still. His shuddering, trembling cock felt
wonderful.

“That’s my Al,” Terrence whispered,
lifting his cum-covered hand and licking.

Al’s dazed expression snapped to
focus, staring at Terrence as he licked the cream off his fingers like a
satisfied dog. Terrence pressed his full and upright cock against Al’s thigh.

“Oh damn.”

“Damn sums it up about right. Where
do you want me to fuck you?
Sofa?
Bed?”

Al said something under his breath.

Terrence couldn’t hide his knowing
smile. “I can’t hear you, Al. Speak up.”

“Floor,” Al choked.

 
“On all fours, then.”

At his firm tone, Al happily
complied. He went on all fours, spread his legs, and eagerly wiggled his ass.

“Hold on a second.” Terrence
quickly padded to his bedroom and took the lube from his dresser. Terrence
returned, and Al let out a squeak when he slapped his ass and palmed it. “Does
your little rounded ass want some attention?” Terrence asked, swatting him
swiftly with his hand before he could even answer.

A needy groan came from Al, and
Terrence slapped his ass again.

“Touch yourself while I spank you,”
Terrence commanded.

Seeing Al use one hand to obey, he
smiled and continued spanking Al. To spice things up, he alternated between
slow, heavy swats and sudden, sharp, stinging swats, delighted by Al’s
surprised yelps. His yelps quickly became moans of pleasure, and he spotted Al
fisting his cock with faster strokes. Seeing his handprints lining the buttocks
of Al, maddeningly and animalistic possessive filled him. Al Heinz belonged to
him and him alone.

He could hardly contain his own
excitement. Squeezing the lube, he generously spread it over Al’s ass. He
inserted one and then a second finger, gently easing and relaxing the thick
muscles.

“Oh gods,
Terrence.
Please!” Al moaned.

“Al, don’t you dare come unless I
tell you to, you understand?”

A tortured sound of assent came
from Al.

Once Al’s entrance was ready,
Terrence nudged his cock into him. He took his time, sliding his way in slowly
in and increasing his speed with he was met with no resistance. “You’re such a
slut, Al.”

“Only for my
mate.”

Al’s answer made him clutch at the
other man’s buttocks as he shoved his way as deep as he could. Hilt deep now,
Terrence felt Al’s body tense. “Tell me how you like it, baby?” Terrence
murmured.

“Fuck me good, Terrence. Fuck me
until I can’t walk in the morning.”

Only happy to comply, Terrence
eased his way out of Al, only slam into him suddenly again. Al let out a
satisfied mewl. Terrence slid in and out of Al effortlessly, his rhythm gaining
speed and frequency at Al’s cries of encouragement.

Fire spread from his cock to the
rest of him. With every thrust, he fucked Al deeper and
deeper,
liking the moment he was buried to the hilt in Al’s warmth.

“Terrence, I don’t think I can hold
it any longer,” Al confessed in short breaths.

“Come for me, then, baby.” Terrence
palmed his rosy-pink ass.

Those words were enough for Al to
orgasm. Al’s entire body shuddered and shook as he struggled to ride the waves
of pleasure running through him.

Terrence wasn’t far behind. With
one last thrust into Al’s tight opening, his body grew still and he unloaded
his warm cum into Al’s slit. His entire skin felt like it was alive with
energy. Desire and pleasure coursed through his every nerve, muscle, and fiber
of his being.

Only Al, his mate, could do this to
him. To render his body, heart, and soul profoundly and intimately tied to
another.

Before Al could collapse on the
floor, Terrence withdrew his cock and easily picked him up.

Al yelped as his arms closed around
him.

“Hush. Let me spoil you,” Terrence
said, feeling Al wrap his arms around his neck.

“Well, since you insist and all.”
Al replied, surprised when Terrence gave him a quick kiss on the lips.

“I insist,” Terrence said, making
the other man blush.

He carried Al to his bed and laid
him down gently. After cleaning both of them, he nestled against Al contently,
enjoying the fit of Al’s body against him. Feeling Al run his hand through his
short hair, Terrence opened his eyes.

“You should know, you made me work
hard,” Al pointed out once he’d lift up the blanket over their bodies.

“I know. Don’t worry, Al. I’m
eagerly going to spend the rest of my life making it up to you,” Terrence
murmured, raising his lips to kiss Al on the forehead.

Epilogue

Squinting at the
not-very-appetizing mixture in the cup, Terrence grabbed the piece of paper
from the kitchen counter again. It took a little blackmailing, cajoling, and
some threats to convince Jack to hand him an easy gluten-free recipe, and he
didn’t want to experience Derrick’s claws again. Derrick had gone mad with rage
the instant he saw Terrence grip Jack’s shirt.

Overprotective bastard.

Terrence’s gaze took in the mess on
the kitchen counter. Well, it was Al’s kitchen counter now, and Al usually
liked to keep his favorite spot in the apartment immaculate.

The bag of flax seed mill he’d
opened remained scattered all over the counter, along with bits of eggshell,
chunks of butter, and a few packets of sweeteners.

“Easy one-minute flax muffin, my
ass,” Terrence cursed, eying the mixture in the cup.

All he had to do now was shove the
mixture-filled cup into the microwave for a minute, and supposedly it would
become a muffin Al could eat.

Before he could decide, the
doorbell rang. He was going to ignore it, but it was followed with the sound of
fists pounding on wood.

Cursing again, he wiped his hands
over the apron he borrowed from Al and opened the door. A familiar,
worried-looking wolf pup he’d asked to keep an eye out on Pat Bolton looked
back at him.

“What?” Terrence growled.

The pup bit his lip, and then said,
“You said I should inform you if I hear funny sounds from Pat’s apartment,
Terrence.”

Reeling in his anger, Terrence
nodded curtly. “Good work, James. I’ll handle it from here.”

The pup went back to the apartment
he shared with his brother, another member of the pack. The Colt brothers lived
conveniently just beside Pat, and Terrence’s and Al’s apartment was just at the
end of the hall. They’d occasionally invite the former pack enforcer over for
dinner, but it seemed like they were talking to a ghost. Pat had been a strong
Beta once, one of the New Haven Pack’s strongest enforcers, and it tore him up
to see him like that.

“Pat? Did something happen? It’s
Terrence.”

Crashes and thumps answered.
Beginning to worry, Terrence didn’t wait for a reply. He positioned his
shoulder against the door and forced it open. Pat’s apartment hadn’t changed,
even after his mate died.

Terrence walked past the picture
frames, showing a much fitter and buffer Pat and his dead mate, and stopped in
front of the broken wolf on the floor.

Bits and pieces of wooden furniture
were strewn carelessly around. Pat was a mess. He smelled of sour beer and
fried chicken, and looked like he slept in the clothes he had on the night
before.

“I can’t do this anymore,
Terrence,” Pat whispered, looking up at him.

His tired eyes scared the shit out
of Terrence. They were the eyes of someone who’d been fighting a long time and
decided it was finally time to give up. There was nothing Terrence could do.

Werewolves mated for life. If
Harlan had fucked him up just by leaving him, he had no clue how he’d handle
life if Al died.

So he’d only say what he could.
“Come on, Pat. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

The End

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