Pretty Poison (16 page)

“Out.”

Noah jolted in his chair, startled from his daydreaming by Wade’s sudden appearance in the garden. That he glared at the teens as they scrambled to gather their computers and power cords hardly registered with Noah. His breath caught instead at the stark possession that glittered in his mate’s eyes when his attention narrowed to Noah and at the sleek lines of Wade’s body displayed in a denim work shirt and faded jeans. The heady scent of Wade’s arousal hit him like a fist, stiffening Noah’s dick and heating his blood.

“Bye, Noah.”

“See you tomorrow.”

He nodded as the grinning teenagers slid past Wade and hurried to the house.

Pushing back from the wrought iron table, Noah closed the lid of his own laptop and set his new glasses aside. He squirmed to make room for his hardening dick in his sweatpants.

“You said we’d talk occasionally,” he mumbled, pulse roaring in his ears. A week had passed since Noah had met Mia and renewed his bite and his claim on Wade at the trailer in the cornfields. After Noah had sunk his teeth into the alpha, Wade has sworn things would be different. The only change so far was Wade frequently sought Noah during the day. As soon as their glances met, though, Wade stalked to Noah, as he did now. He reached for Noah, tugging him up. His thick arms circled Noah’s waist, yanking him close—near enough for the ridge of Wade’s firm dick to press from the cocooning denim of his mate’s jeans into Noah’s abdomen.

“You promised we’d get to know each other,” he said on a soft moan.

“After,” Wade said, head lowering.

Their kiss was a dance of eager lips, nipping teeth, and twining tongues. Noah opened wide for him, groaning into Wade’s mouth. He surrendered to his mate’s grasp dragging him to the stone bench edging the garden’s patio. The heavy musk of shared desire fragranced his every breath. Gritty cement biting into his shoulder blades through his T-shirt, Noah wriggled his sweatpants down his hips, and he trembled with wanton need as the material bunched at his ankles. He couldn’t get enough of this, of Wade’s hands on him, of the hot magic in his stare. Sex wasn’t for their nights and early mornings anymore. Wade could fuck Noah in the garden, suck him in the parlor, spread out his mate like a sacrifice on the desks in the pack home office.

Noah couldn’t blame Wade.

When Noah saw his alpha, smelled him, Noah’s mind fogged with lust, too.

“Faster,” Noah whispered, splaying his thighs as Wade dug a slim bottle of lube from his blue jeans pocket.

“Not without stretching you.” Wade unzipped, shoving denim down just enough to free his cock. With shaking hands, he slicked the length. “I don’t want you to hurt.”

Shaking his head, Noah drew his mate down and into the cradle of his thighs. “I won’t break.”

The wet head brushed Noah’s hole. Wade’s warmth blanketed him. Noah tipped his ass up. Bending to nudge Noah’s shirt aside with his chin in order to nuzzle his mating bite, Wade pushed forward.

He popped inside with a painful snap that stole the air from Noah’s lungs. The entry burned so intensely Noah almost begged him to stop. The physical connection between them ripened every time they touched. Noah could finally feel that, sense Wade’s desire for him, share the exquisite pleasure his mate felt when Noah’s ass swallowed his dick. Wade’s wolf was stronger and healthier, though, his ability to read Noah sharper. Wade froze with the tip buried inside Noah, Wade’s regret at the small hurt he’d inflicted already ringing quietly inside Noah’s mind.

“Keep moving,” Noah said anyway, arms looping around Wade’s neck.

Wade snarled into Noah’s throat, the warm fan of his breath beguiling.

But Wade didn’t argue.

The acute pressure of Wade’s cock tunneling into Noah built, not as a stabbing pain, but as a tsunami that swamped Noah. The sting of stretching muscle smarted, amplifying the pleasure of Wade inside him. The silky brush of his balls in Noah’s crack, the tease of Wade’s pubic hair. The rewarding fullness of his mate within his body surpassed everything else. He whimpered at the ache and in needy, greedy urgency.

“More,” Noah said, voice husky.

“You make me crazy,” Wade said on a long groan, but he nonetheless pulled his hips back and shoved forward, rocking Noah against the unyielding stone bench.

Noah wanted too much and didn’t last. He couldn’t. He tried to hold off the orgasm tingling in his balls. This was the one time he understood his mate, when the bond between them was fiercest. Noah wanted the ease of their physical intimacy to go on forever, but Wade’s quickening thrusts into him couldn’t be denied. Gasping Wade’s name, Noah spilled between their writhing bellies, his vision graying as his cock spit and satisfaction pulsed through him. With his balls drained and his body jellied, Noah could only moan as Wade lifted off him, sliding his cock from Noah’s ass.

Wade grabbed him and flipped him over on the bench. Noah’s cheek scraped unforgiving stone as his mate jerked his ass up. Noah whined when Wade speared inside him. The loud crack of the alpha’s hips smacking his ass while Wade wildly pumped split the quiet, harmonizing with Noah’s broken whimpers and Wade’s labored pants. Noah’s limp arms dangled, fingertips brushing cool dirt. His body jounced with Wade’s every thrust, mashing Noah’s dick into the surface of the bench. Wade cursed when he had the breath, his grip on Noah’s hips punishing with razor-sharp claws that pricked him. Blood seeped in a trickle down his thigh.

He gloried in it all. Never had Noah believed he would be so desired. Needed. Wade fucked him hard. Carelessly. Whatever claim the civilized man held over his mate while the moon was dark had steadily eroded with the coming of the full moon only days away now. All that remained was the animal slamming his cock into his mate and the mate who begged in shuddering whines and angled his ass higher to be taken.

Maybe if Noah’s own claws hadn’t pushed from his fingers he might not have been horrified at the insistent bulge pressing against his hole. If his gums didn’t sting with his wolf’s emerging teeth, he might not have been scared at Wade’s full weight draping his back and pushing him down, controlling him. Nervous exultation filled him when Wade slowed the rapid thrusts and wriggled his dick instead to work his forming knot inside Noah.

That hurt, too. A lot. If two hundred pounds of horny shifter hadn’t forcibly restrained Noah, he would have fought this. His fingers scrabbled at the ground. His legs stiffened and jerked.

“Accept,” Wade said on a growl. He sucked at the wonderfully tingling bite at Noah’s neck. He snarled at Noah’s grunt while the knot stuffed into him farther, deeper. “Submit to me. Mate with me.”

Breed for me.

Wade didn’t need to say the words. Noah knew what the knot in his ass meant, what it would do to him. His mate would fill him, not with solely the human semen they each produced when they fucked every other time of the lunar cycle. In the days surrounding the full moon, when mates were at their most fertile, his alpha would flood him with the cum of Wade’s man and his wolf both. And with Noah’s wolf responding to their mating with demanding thrusts to greet Wade’s cock, Noah’s wolf teeth pricking his gums, even the claws he scratched the dirt with... Noah might not be positive he was ready to have his belly filled with Wade’s whelps, but Noah’s wolf disagreed.

“Wade,” he called out, panicked.

“Shh, little wolf,” his mate said, feeding his breeding knot into Noah with careful but insistent pushes. “I haven’t pierced you with silver, have I? Shifting provides effective birth control. You know this. As long as you’re practicing your shift, you’ve nothing to be afraid of.” He kissed Noah’s nape. “Tying is the moon’s blessing on our mating, our wolves fully uniting.”

Noah gritted his teeth, his ring stretching and straining around Wade’s knot. Felt as big as a fist, though he knew that couldn’t be true. His heartbeat thundered, his anxiety at the discomfort growing exponentially. “Please,” he gasped.

“Relax,” Wade said on a rumble that vibrated his chest against Noah’s spine. He scraped his teeth against the mating bite at the crook of Noah’s shoulder and willing or not, Noah’s body softened in wanton and instinctive longing. “That’s it. Let me in.” He bucked his hips, anchoring the tight ball in Noah’s ass. Noah yelped, but the relief was immediate, his ring clenching to shrink around the knot to hold Wade captive.

It was he, not Wade, who tied them together.

The groan that tore from Wade’s throat resonated with satisfaction. And victory.

His claws slipped from the meat of Noah’s hips, his arms wrapping instead around Noah’s stomach. Noah clenched his hands into fists as Wade gently lifted him, the rock of that fullness inside Noah dizzying while Wade repositioned him. There was no need to hold Noah down, for Wade’s knot had lodged snug in Noah’s ass. Neither of them was going anywhere. So Wade held him. Tender caresses stroked Noah’s abdomen, his chest. Though Noah whimpered, his mate urged him to rise to kneel on the bench with Wade tight against his back to support him.

Wade kissed Noah’s neck.

His fingers wrapped around Noah’s desperately hard dick.

“Let me love you,” Wade whispered.

Overstimulated by thousands of nerve endings firing in his taxed body, Noah tried to jerk away at the first stroke and earned a grunt from Wade at his ear and a shot of pain as his clenched ring fought the stretch. “Easy, little wolf. Or you’ll hurt us both.”

“I can’t do this,” Noah sobbed, laying his head back against his mate’s chest.

“You can.” Offering no mercy, Wade pumped Noah’s cock again and with his other hand, he pinched Noah’s left nipple. Pleasure exploded at his groin, in his ass, his pec. “Your orgasm will trigger mine, the clutch of your muscles draining me.” Wade licked the side of his throat and Noah shivered, the yearning more than he could bear. “You want that, don’t you? Want me filling you up, my cum stuffing you and streaming down your legs.”

Those legs shook. Yes, he wanted it. With his body adjusting to his mate packed into his ass and his bleary senses spinning, Noah could think only of Wade fondling him and what the flood of his mate’s semen would feel like. Smell like. Wade’s taste. Noah reached behind him, his own claws sinking into Wade’s ass to push him in deeper. Noah reveled at Wade’s throaty moan.

“Finish me,” Noah pleaded.

He screamed as his beloved wrung a second orgasm from him in quick, tight strokes. His world fragmented. Wade’s heat. The musk of their sweat. The amazing splash of Wade’s cum spurting into him. Dazed with pleasure, Noah shouted. The sour smell of his cum intensified as his own cock pulsed and his ass clenched. Trembling, Wade groaned loud and low. “Yes,” he hissed.

It lasted for hours. Days. Civilizations fell and rose again as Wade filled him with thick, warm semen. Drunk on their sex and wholly sated, Noah clumsily followed Wade’s lead when his mate leaned forward, laying Noah on the bench. As long as Wade’s knot remained caught inside Noah, as long as Wade could never leave him, Noah let his lover do as he liked. While Noah panted out his release, Wade touched him. He rubbed the length of Noah’s back, massaged his shoulders. His fingers rustled Noah’s hair. When he could hear above the roaring pulse in his ears, there was only Wade’s voice. His satisfied moans as the contractions of Noah’s orgasm milked Wade and dragged semen from him.

Into Noah.

Chest heaving, Noah squirmed despite the comfort of Wade’s caress as the excess slipped past his mate’s slowly deflating knot to wet his hole.

Wade leaned down to again blanket Noah’s shivering back. He kissed Noah’s head.

“So beautiful,” he said on a contented rumble. When Wade moved, more cum slid from Noah’s hole to slick the crack of his ass. “And so mine.”

Noah wouldn’t have argued, even had he the breath or sense. He belonged to his alpha, body and soul. Denying his mate was futile. With the full moon days away, he hadn’t expected tying so soon, if at all, but as scared as he’d been, as scared as he was, Noah had accepted Wade’s knot into his body. His muscles constricted, struggling to take Wade’s cum deeper, and he blearily rejoiced in the syrupy strings that smeared his thighs.

He hadn’t been fucked. He’d been possessed.

And the grip of his body was as good as burning his brand on Wade, too.

Kissing him again, Wade shuddered. “Just a while longer. I’ll pull out as soon as I can without tearing you,” he mumbled into Noah’s nape. “Sorry. Know I’m heavy.”

“Not.” Noah sighed, loving the bulk of his mate at his spine. He couldn’t move and didn’t want to. Exhaustion rode him harder than his mate had ridden his sore ass. The ache staggered him with its simple ecstasy and its solemn vow. “Amazing.”

Chuckling tiredly, Wade flexed his stomach, which slipped his decreasing knot inside Noah’s ass deliciously.

Nerves snapping in lazy celebration, Noah groaned into the cement.

“You like tying, little wolf? I do.” Wade licked his neck under his ear and lifted up, gently tugging on the knot lodged within Noah. The reflexive clasp of Noah’s body held him fast. “I like that you won’t let me go.”

Shivering, Noah shut his eyes. “Me, too.”

* * *

Noah still smelled of their sex when Fletcher escorted Lydia to the garden. Wade had returned to their rooms to bring Noah extra clothes because his were sweaty, ripped, and soaked in semen. Wade hadn’t stopped beaming triumphant satisfaction, but Noah refused to parade through the pack house, even for a few short minutes, looking like he’d been mauled and stinking of his mate’s cum not to mention his own. They’d tied, the mating bond between their wolves strengthening exponentially. Noah didn’t begrudge his alpha the opportunity to gloat about that, particularly since the lure of the full moon had affected them so prematurely. Good sign. But Noah’s full moon debauchery didn’t require an exhibition. The sounds and smells from the garden, not to mention the sated gratification of their alpha, was as good as a pack-wide proclamation. There was no going back for either one of them.

If Noah’s sister had to pick a moment to intrude, she’d unknowingly chosen the safest. Newly reassured by Noah’s trust and acceptance, Wade wouldn’t object. His territorial aggression had finally lessened. Allowing Lydia audience with Noah before Wade’s return proved that.