Howling For Love (Rock Star Alpha, #1) (5 page)

“My dick in your tight little virgin ass is better.” Mick suddenly curled, hitting his gland.

A gasp tore out of Stefan. “So good, Alpha. Do it again. Please.”

Mick chuckled. “I don’t think I’ll get sick of that word. Say it again.”

“Please.”

Mick found that spot again, making his toes curl. Moaning, Stefan stroked himself, certain he wouldn’t last long. Mick put a third digit in. Stefan felt incredibly full.

“You can do this for me, baby. Three fingers. Plug. Me.” Mick began stretching him. Pulling his fingers, Mick pushed the smooth head of the anal plug inside his hole. “Breathe, Stefan.”

Doing as he was instructed, Stefan calmed down. The toy went in smoothly. However, Stefan constantly felt it, shifting in him. Realizing Mick simply admired the protruding end of the plug stuffed up his ass, Stefan colored.

“Very nice,” Mick commented. “Scoot up a little.”

Stefan pulled himself up the covers, until his legs no longer dangled at the edge. The moment Mick blanketed Stefan’s body with his, Stefan completely forgot about his tiny embarrassment, about the fact he wore a plug. He wanted to touch, reach out. Beginning to touch the swirl of ink on Mick’s left pectoral, Stefan let out a sharp exhale when Mick pinned his hands above his head.

“Be still while I taste you, pet,” Mick ordered.

Before Stefan could come up with a smart retort, Mick’s mouth descended on his. Every rational thought left his body. Mick thrust heat into his mouth. Their tongues and teeth tangled. When Mick pulled his mouth away, Stefan moaned, wanting so much more....and Mick gave it to him.

Keeping his hands restrained, Mick lowered his head, kissing his way down. Mick took a nipple into his mouth, rolling the bud between his teeth and licking it until it hardened. Stefan moaned, shifting, but Mick was like a rock and roll god on steroids. With Mick, breaks didn’t exist. Mick took his other nipple, sucking at it. Feeling the slight edge of teeth, Stefan cried out as Mick bit down, leaving an imprint of his teeth.

Mick glanced back at him, as if gauging his reaction. “You like that, don’t you, pet?”

Not trusting himself to speak, Stefan nodded.

“Good. I like seeing my marks on my mate. Keep your hands above your head, understood?”

“Yes, Alpha.”

Oh wait. Mick must have made a slip, because to Stefan’s ears, he said ‘mate’.

That wasn’t possible, was it?

Their worlds were too different. Mick was a rock star Alpha, and Stefan a nerd.

They had nothing in common, except this blistering heat between them.

“What are you thinking about, pet?” Mick asked, mouth reaching Stefan’s stomach.

“How different you and I are. Sometimes, I think this is all still a dream.”

Mick smiled. “It’s not, believe me. We’re clearly attracted to each other. That’s all that matters, right?”

“I wish I had your confidence.”

Mick pressed a hand to his groin. “Stop over thinking things.”

“Sorry.”

Mick was right of course.

Which lucky soul ever had a rock star go down on him?

“Relax.” Mick started on his kisses again, until every inch of Stefan felt like fire come alive. His balls drew tight against his chest. Stefan wasn’t sure how long he could last, especially when Mick reached for his prick and gave it a squeeze.

“Beg me to come, pet.”

Glad to
. “Please!”

“Go ahead, pet. Shoot. You have my permission.”

Mick gave his balls a tug. The room fell away. With a cry, Stefan came all over Mick’s waiting fingers. Once recovered, Stefan blinked to see Mick beaming at him. When Mick held out his hand to Stefan’s mouth, he knew what to do. Leaning forward, he licked them dry. Mick reached below his softened cock and patted the plug wedged between his ass cheeks.

“I think you’re ready. Do you?”

“Yes,” Stefan whispered. “How do you want me?”

“Deep. On your hands and knees, baby.” Mick offered him a hand, which Stefan accepted.

Hauling him to his feet, Mick led him to the carpet in front of the bed. Dropping to all fours, Stefan wiggled his ass at Mick. That earned him a slap on the ass. When Mick’s hot hand collided with his flesh, Stefan jumped. He was shocked not by the smack, but how aroused he’d become, judging by his twitching cock.

He heard Mick grabbing the lube again, and Mick finally returned between his legs. With a nudge of his foot, Mick spread his thighs further apart. Stefan blushed, wondering if Mick saw his dangling balls and cock, growing harder with every moment.

“Mick, please.”

“What do you want, baby?”

“I want you in me.”

E
very time Stefan begged, the sound went right to Mick’s dick. Damn it. Mick wanted this to last, but it didn’t look like he could hold back for long either.

“Needy pet.”

Mick chuckled, extracting the plug and putting it aside. He hooked one, two fingers inside Stefan, before nodding his satisfaction. Gripping Stefan’s slender hips, Mick positioned his cock head into Stefan’s entrance. Knowing this was Stefan’s first time, he told Stefan what would happen.

“I won’t lie to you, Stefan. It’s going to hurt at first, like your ass is on fire. Don’t worry though. I’ll take things slow and easy, I’ll adjust until you get used to me,” Mick explained.

“I trust you,” Stefan said simply.

Truth be told, Mick expected him to back away any moment, but the brave little thing seemed intent on seeing this through.

Finally
, Mick’s wolf had said. They’d been waiting all their lives for this one moment. Now that they’d found their mate, Mick didn’t intend to let Stefan go anytime soon.

Too bad Stefan seemed to harbor the impression this was a one-time thing. Well, Mick would change that. He knew Stefan wanted more too. Stefan was the kind of man who never successfully hid his emotions, so Mick saw right through him.

God. Stefan had no idea what kind of gift he gave to Mick. Mick would treasure this memory forever, simply because Stefan surrendered it to him with such astounding and touching confidence.

Certainly, Mick didn’t deserve such a treasure. To survive, he’d done things in his life he wasn’t proud of. Mick wasn’t the most decent human being in the world, but Stefan trusted his body and heart to him. The last thing Mick would do was let Stefan down.

Mick pushed in a couple of inches. Stefan’s inner muscles clamped hard on his dick. Groaning, Mick tightened his grip on Stefan.

“Relax, baby. Breathe in and out. Good. You’re safe. I won’t hurt you.”

Stefan calmed down. Mick continued, working his way into Stefan’s back door with a steady pace. “So tight, pet. You feel so fucking good.”

Even if Mick couldn’t see Stefan’s face, he knew the Omega was blushing. The plug had done its work, because Mick easily sheathed himself inside Stefan without meeting any obstruction.

“Good boy.”

“It burns a little.”

“Hush, pet. Don’t worry. I’ll make you fly soon.” Mick began pistoning in and out of Stefan now, strokes slow, before building a rhythm.

“Oh,” Stefan whispered. “That feels good.”

Mick reached for Stefan’s dick, doubling his pleasure. He loved every gasp and moan that came out of his mate’s mouth.

“Yeah?” Mick asked, amused.

“Faster, Alpha. Please. Fuck me harder,” Stefan begged.

Mick complied. What a surprising turn of events. Well, not really. He’d already seen from the start Stefan liked a little bite to his pleasure. Who knew? God, but it turned Mick on though. Picking up speed, Mick pushed in and out of Stefan, rotating his hips, making sure Stefan felt him filling him up.

Switching the angle of his thrusts, Mick knew he hit Stefan’s sweet spot when a gasp came out of Stefan’s throat.

“Oh God, so good,” Stefan said, voice ragged and hoarse.

Unrelenting, Mick rammed into Stefan’s prostate again. Crying out, Stefan clawed at the carpeting, probably needing something to hold on to.

“Soon, pet. We’ll come together.” Mick worked Stephan’s dick a little faster with his hands now, timing it with his thrusts.

“Now,” Mick ordered, sheathing himself inside Stefan one last time.

His permission had been enough to trigger Stefan’s orgasm, because Stefan started emptying his balls, his spunk covering Mick’s hand. Mick came seconds later. Mind reeling, the pressure building inside Mick burst and he emptied all his seed into Stefan’s waiting ass.

Mick felt so territorial at that moment. If he could, he wanted Stefan’s ass to be filled with his cum every time. That way, Stefan would be ready and naturally lubed up for him. The thought made him smile.

Stefan swayed slightly, but Mick easily caught him, wrapping his arms around Stefan’s chest.

“Easy does it, pet.” Mick laid Stefan back on the bed. “Stay here while I get us some more washcloths.”

When Mick returned, Stefan was curled on his side. Mick watched the rise and fall of his chest for a moment and decided he would let Stefan sleep. After cleaning them both up, Mick disposed and cleaned his toys, before joining Stefan back in bed.

Once Stefan moved in with him, it would be Stefan’s job to clean whatever Mick used on him. Mick grinned evilly. He was already planning that far. By now, Stefan understood this wasn’t a fling. If Stefan needed more convincing, then Mick was ready to give it his all. Inspired by a new song, Mick grabbed his pen and notebook on the desk. Settling beside Stefan’s sleeping form, Mick raised the blankets over Stefan’s naked body.

Once that was done, Mick settled in and began writing the sequel to ‘Angel on His Knees’.

* * * *

S
tefan woke up to the sound of many voices. Rubbing at his eyes, he was surprised to find himself in a dark room. Everything came crashing down on him. He was here, in Mick’s penthouse suite. He’d just given up his virginity to the rock star Alpha it seemed. Smiling, Stefan flicked the lamp beside the bed. Flinging the sheets aside, he walked to the window. Stars and the night sky peered back at him.

Woah. He slept that long? Where was Mick?

Maybe Mick was out. Stefan didn’t mind looking around the apartment.

“Got to call Rory too,” he mumbled, looking for his phone but not seeing it anywhere. Ah, well. Maybe he could borrow Mick’s phone.

“Mick,” Stefan said his name dreamily.

Mick did as he promised, proved his words through his actions. Even now, Stefan couldn’t forget the way his body reacted to the Alpha. No one ever made him feel so whole, so completed and wanted. Professor Buckley kept pushing him to exercise and eat less, but Mick didn’t give a damn.

The answer was clear, wasn’t it?

Stefan knew werewolves took the mating business seriously. He saw himself living in this amazing apartment high above the skies, and welcoming Mick home with a home-cooked dinner. After that, they’d cuddle in the living room, watch movies or talk about their day. Of course, the night would end in bed, with Mick buried deep inside his ass, reminding Stefan who he belonged to.

He sighed. Was he thinking too far ahead? True, nothing in the world was ever easy. They’d need to overcome obstacles and learn to bridge their two different worlds together. Stefan felt like a character in his favorite gay novels. He was the nerd who got lucky. Something or someone would tear Mick and him apart. Once the middle was done, they’d end up together.

“What am I thinking?”

Stefan rubbed at his eyes. He was still definitely stuck in dreamland. Enough about the far future, because he needed to figure out the present first.

The sounds came again, like a bunch of people talking at once. Padding to the door, Stefan hesitated opening it, and pressed his ears to the wood instead.

“So Mick, I brought your usual favorites,” said a gruff voice, someone Stefan didn’t recognize. It would be Steel or Korey, because Mick assured him they had the entire place to themselves.

“Rudy, I wish you’d fucking called ahead,” Mick answered, sounding grumpy.

“Look here, Mick. I’ve got the Adonis triplets, Stephanie and Betty for you.”

“That’s right, Mick. Did you forget what a wild ride we had the night before?” purred a female voice.

“Don’t just pick one or two, pick us all,” said a male voice.

Stefan froze like a statue as the awful realization hit him like a sledgehammer to his skull. Now he knew who these people were. They were probably Mick’s groupies, and by the sound of it, his favorites. Stefan balled his hands into fists.

“Stupid fool,” he whispered under his breath.

When Mick said he was his mate, that what they had was special...it had all been a lie. For crying out loud, Stefan had a Master’s degree. Any sensible person knew a pathetic, sad and chubby nerd didn’t stand a chance against a rock star Alpha. Here was Stefan, thinking about the future that could never be.

God. He was so pathetic it was beyond appalling. Imagining himself as Mick Badder’s live-in boyfriend, Mick’s mate...those were daydreams. Anger replaced his initial shock. Stefan refused to be further embarrassed. Scrambling for his clothes, Stefan cursed under his breath when he couldn’t find them.

He settled for borrowing Mick’s. To his chagrin, Stefan found himself sniffing at Mick’s shirt. It was a few sizes too big for him and so were the sweats, but they had to do. The voices outside began to argue. Stefan ceased trying to eavesdrop. What was the point?

Five people were fighting over Mick and it sounded like Mick had gone to plenty of orgies before. Stefan wouldn’t bother competing. Mick was a jerk. Period. The Alpha was no better than Buckley. Hell, he was worse, for inviting over five fucking groupies while Stefan was right here.

“Don’t break down yet,” Stefan whispered like a prayer.

He knew himself better than anyone. Surprises didn’t bode well with him, and life-altering moments like these incredibly stressed him out. Thinking of walking outside, past Mick and his no doubt perfect and gorgeous looking groupies—turned his stomach. So did the thought of running out of the apartment and going on his walk of shame.

Stefan could already imagine the tabloids and his grainy black-and-white photo with a huge question mark. The headline would read ‘Mystery Gay Lover of Rock Star, Fleeing the Scene in Shame’.