His Bacon Sundae Werewolf (9 page)

“Fuck each other
raw.” Jules flicked him a knowing glance and laughed when Pat blushed
furiously. “Look Pat, let’s not kid around. I saw the way you looked at me. You
want me and you know it, and I want you.
Badly.”

“I’m getting the
first-aid kit, asshole.” Pat huffed. “Way to go on the romance by the way.”

“You aren’t
attracted to me because I’m romantic. You fell head over heels for me because
of my jokes and my refreshing honesty.” Jules wiggled his eyebrows suggestively
at Pat, and a twinge of longing speared through Pat. How could this handsome
man want him?

Jules frowned at
his expression. Clearly, Pat’s grim and pessimistic reaction was not the one he
wanted. “Let’s see my hand first.”

“You
and your stupid bet.
Fine,” Pat snarled. “You
want to prove something, smartass?”

Pat strode up to
his frustrating new mate. He joined Jules on the couch and held his hand up.
Did Jules have to take everything as a bloody joke? Without warning, Pat
viciously ripped through the pieces of bloody cloth covering Jules’s wrist. He
hesitated when Jules let out a sound of protest and Pat nearly dropped his
injured arm.

“Oh gods, Jules,
I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you were really hurting. I thought you were
joking.”

Guilt began to burrow
into him, but when Jules’s expression of pain faltered, Pat narrowed his eyes
in displeasure.

“Of course I was
kidding. Look, it’s all healed.” Jules shook off the makeshift bandages.

While there was
still dry blood on his hand, there was no vicious looking wound in sight. The
flesh had closed on whatever damage the silver traps managed to cause.

“Don’t scare me
like that,” Pat snarled.

Jules only leaned
over and kissed him on the mouth, stealing the breath out of him. Tension eased
away from Pat’s body, leaving him with a pleasant feeling.

Jules parted from
his mouth to say, “I love it when you get flustered and angry, but don’t
misunderstand. I love you when you’re shy and embarrassed too.”

“Did you just say
you loved me?” Pat swallowed.

It seemed odd that
those words were coming from an attractive man like Jules. A man like Jules
always travelled from place to place, never settling, but Pat realized he liked
the darker and more profound side of Jules too. Even now, he could taste the
mind numbing rage his mate had felt. Pat’s human side could barely contain his
wolf from running straight into the killer to defend his mate, but then if both
of them were dead, who was there to avenge Jules’s first mate?

Pat wouldn’t be
able to keep his promise to Desmond either.
His promise that
he’d live.

“Well, perhaps
love is too strong a word.” Jules licked his lips and Pat decided he liked
seeing Jules looking so unsettled.

“Just shut up and
kiss me,” Pat said, surprised by the own force of his words.

I helped Jules let go of his past. It’s time to let go of my past
too.

He knew a good
thing when it was in front of him and it was past time he stopped letting his
insecurities about himself get the better of him. Jules liked him, every part
of him. Even the parts he personally loathed and hated.

“Yes, sir,” Jules
said smartly and leaned closer to kiss Pat again.

Pat responded
passionately and with nothing to hold him back, he took his time familiarizing
and exploring the taste of his new mate with his lips and tongue. Jules tasted
fine, he decided.
Sweet.
Like warm wine poured down
his throat. They bit, licked and kissed, eager to know every inch of each other.

The world melted
again, and the ravenous desire that raged inside Pat in woods resurfaced.
Nothing mattered except the meeting of their flesh again. They tore at each
other’s clothes like animals incapable of doing anything else but giving in to
the lust that drove them. Their unnecessary clothes fell from them in a hurry.
Jules groaned, rubbing himself against Pat while Pat slid his hands over the
hard sexy lines of Jules’s body.

Pat’s mouth moved
down Jules’s strong jaw to the curve of his neck. Pat idly licked and playfully
nipped at the tempting bit of skin. His shy human half was fading away. No it
wasn’t fading away, Pat realized. It was merging with the carnal hungers of his
wolf. Now that his wolf and human had found some solace in knowing Jules loved both
sides of him, it no longer wanted to hold back.

Groaning, Jules
desperately and vigorously rubbed himself against Pat, who was well aware of
his mate’s growing erection.

“Please…” Jules
murmured, clutching Pat closer to him.

He groaned when Pat’s
little nips turned into a bite. Jules shuddered against him.

“Liked that,
wolf?” Pat licked at the bite, wondering if he bit too hard.

“That was sure as
hot as hell,” Jules muttered.

“Say that again
and I’ll cover you with my bite marks and show the world
who
you belong to.”

His mate shuddered
at the thought, and his body quivered helplessly against Pat. Knowing he could
render his mate like this, that he could bring Jules pleasure, made Pat
content.

The mischievous
glint in Jules’s sapphire eyes appeared and he mouthed, “That was sure as hot
as hell.”

Jules yelped when
Pat pushed him down. They both rolled and hit the soft-carpeted floor.

“If you’re begging
to be hammered, then I’ll soon give it to you.” A dark haze of desire filled
Pat. Jules had the gall to paw at his half-erect cock, but Pat batted his hand
away. “Let’s make sure those hands aren’t going anywhere.”

Pat’s gaze fell on
their discarded clothes beside them on the floor. They would have to do. Jules
only watched him with lazy eyes, eyes Pat enjoyed watching as they widened with
knowledge when Pat picked up a shirt and began to tear it into strips.

“Don’t get up. If
I see you getting up, you’re not getting any.”

That made Jules
stay put. With strips in hand, Pat grabbed both of Jules’s arms and began tying
them over his head with his make-do ropes.

It didn’t help
Pat’s control that Jules had to say, “Aw damn, Pat. That’s fucking hot.”

“Talk some more
and I’m stuffing a gag into your mouth.” Pat could easily see that statement
made the other man’s cock only harder. With Jules’s hands no longer in the way,
Pat resumed his task. He kneeled between Jules’s legs and ran a finger down the
length of his mate’s inner thighs.

Jules groaned.
“The gods be damned, Pat. How long do you intend to tease me?”

“Be quiet while I
enjoy myself.” If Jules kept shuddering every time he said something like that,
Pat wouldn’t be able to resist himself from tormenting the other man whenever
they had sex.

“Just relax, it’s
my turn to return the favor,” Pat coaxed and Jules let out an eager whine when
he realized Pat’s intent.

Keeping Jules’s
legs firmly apart with his hands, Pat lowered his head to his mate’s now fully
erect cock. Jules’s legs trembled the moment Pat merely licked away the pre-cum
on the head of his shaft. The other man bucked and moaned above him as Pat
began to lick Jules’s aching and throbbing cock with slow and deliberate
strokes.

Like the kiss
before, Pat took his time experimenting and exploring every inch of his mate’s
splendid cock. First, Pat trailed his teeth, lips and tongue over each of
Jules’s balls, taking each of them into his mouth and sucking on them with
relish. By the time he reached Jules’s cock, the other man’s pleading and
begging had increased in pitch and intensity.

“Please…by the gods,
you fucking bastard!”

“If you suddenly
come while I’m still rewarding you Jules, I’m going to have to punish you.”
That did it. Pat removed his mouth in time when Jules’s body shuddered and
finally climaxed. Desire stirred in Pat’s own hardening cock at the sight of
his mate releasing strings of cum all over his chest and belly.

“Fucking hell…”
Jules breathlessly whispered, groaning as he emptied himself. His eyes froze as
he caught Pat’s disapproving look.

“Had your fun?”

Jules nodded, and that
arrogant grin was back on his face. “So, ready to fuck me now, handsome?”

In answer, Pat
gripped his thighs apart again, using his supernatural strength to hold them
captive. “Behave.”

Pat lowered his
head and let his lips trail on the other’s man inner thigh. Pat closed his
mouth on a particularly nice spot and bit. He bit hard enough to draw blood.

“Oh fuck.” Jules
groaned in appreciation above him.

Taking that as a
sign of encouragement, Pat left a trail of more bites down the length of both
of Jules’s inner thighs. The sight of his teeth marks on the other man made him
smile down possessively at his bound and happily squirming mate. Jules was, not
surprisingly, hard and erect again.

“Now I’m ready to
fuck you.” Pat hurried into the bedroom to get his lube.

Damn. Perhaps he
should start carrying it more often now. When he got back, Jules was waiting
for him. Just not in the position Pat he’d expected.

“You made me wait.”
Jules turned his head to smirk at Pat, displaying himself quite lewdly.

His sweet ass was
now facing Pat and he was on all fours, his wrists still tied.

“Quite a feat,”
Pat said, impressed. He palmed Jules’s firm and tight ass, laughing when Jules
wiggled it suggestively at him.

“Fuck me. Please?”
Jules added, letting out a gasp when Pat experimentally slid a finger into his
tight asshole.

“I will. Behave.”
Pat spread the lube generously into Jules’s asshole.

It didn’t help
that Jules groaned and wriggled as Pat loosened the muscles of his ass and
prepared him for his access. When he was ready, Pat readied himself and spread
Jules’s ass cheeks apart. Before his mate had a chance to say another pert
remark, Pat slid himself in one thrust effortlessly into Jules. Jules gasped.

“Too
fast?”
Pat asked with concern.

“Fuck no. You know
how I like it, handsome.”

Those words were
enough to convince Pat, who knew Jules could take the large length of him
without protest. Pat began to increase his thrusts, and with each thrust, he
sent Jules’s body shuddering and vibrating with pleasure. His cock inside Jules
felt indescribably right and wonderful.

Both their beasts
had risen to their surface, metaphysically and intricately entwined together
like they were one complete soul. Never before had he felt so connected and
joined to someone like this. Not even with Desmond.

And Desmond…Pat
ceased to hear Desmond’s voice anymore. The thought scared him for a while, but
then he remembered that Desmond would always have a place in his heart just
like Cole would always have a place in Jules’s heart. Sometimes, he even
thought that it was Cole and Desmond who brought their two lonely and broken
souls together.

“I’m coming,” he
told Jules breathlessly.

True to his word,
his last final thrust triggered his own release. Pat crested and exploded. It
was the most intense orgasm he’d ever felt. Tightly clutching Jules’s ass, he
emptied himself into his willing mate.

Both his senses
and emotions reeled with the knowledge that he’d just been truly and fully
bonded with his new mate. Complete. That was the word Pat had been looking for.
He felt complete.

He sank onto the
carpeted floor beside Jules in relief. A sense of contentment filled him as he
curled comfortably against the sweat-soaked, warm skin of his mate. The
gorgeous fiend only grinned sheepishly at him.

“You’re mine now,
and I’m yours,” Pat whispered later on when he and Jules were finally tucked in
warmly in some of the blankets Jules managed to find.

“Yeah.
No getting rid of me now, you hear?” Jules’s words tickled against
his ear.

They were too lazy
to retire to the soft sheets of his bed, but nestled in both Jules and the
blankets, Pat could hardly feel the hard floor beneath him.

“I wouldn’t dream
of it.” Pat felt the other man expel a sigh of relief as he cuddled closer to
him. “After our honeymoon period, we have to settle some things with Carlos and
Derrick.”

Jules groaned
behind him. “You don’t have to remind me!”

“I’m just telling
you what you’re in for,” Pat said carefully.

Jules paused
behind him and familiar fear crept into Pat’s heart, the fear that Jules would
simply decide to get up and leave him because it was too much trouble being
together.

“Sure. I’ll handle
whatever that buffed, pretty buffoon can dish out,” Jules scoffed, making Pat
laugh.

“I’ll tell Derrick
you called him a buffed and pretty buffoon,” Pat pointed out.

“You wouldn’t! And
speaking of Derrick, you have me now if you need someone to talk to.”