Little Wolf (51 page)

Tim used his tongue to leave Nathaniel’s fingers dripping with his spit, then pulled them from his mouth as seductively as he could manage. Tim didn’t think he was good at that part, but he knew another way to get Nathaniel to do whatever he wanted. He wriggled farther onto the bed and put his head back.

His uncle might not care for Tim not being the one to do the taking, or for him displaying himself like this, but he’d probably never been in this position. With Luca it would have been reckless. Tim’s heart still began to beat faster with remnants of that early fear, but then the warm red curls of Nathaniel’s feelings began to float over to him and sink down into his skin.

Once again, Nathaniel’s gaze defined hungry. “What do you want?”

Tim had done that, made Nathaniel’s voice so husky, made him so needy. He thought he could get Nathaniel to do anything like this. He let go of Nathaniel’s wrist. “You know what I want.” The world knew what Tim wanted. Now they would also know he was getting it.

He felt marginally less powerful when Nathaniel got to his feet and loomed over him. But then he got a good look at Nathaniel’s hard cock. He arched for it and felt stupidly proud of himself when Nathaniel began to stroke himself.

Tim dug his heels into the scrunched up sheet at the edge of the bed and tried not to demand, to keep Nathaniel this off-balance. “I want you in me,” he announced, drawing his hand over his ribs. Saying it made him feel small again, more than naked in the second before Nathaniel bowed his head. “Yeah.” Tim didn’t know what to make of the tension in him, but it made him want to push harder, softer. “I want to feel you all day.” He had beaten his uncle at chess a hundred times and never felt anything close to the victory of making Nathaniel breathe harder. “All your talk, but you like this, huh? Me, little and spread out and begging?”

Nathaniel clenched the hand at his side. Tim wasn’t even really begging yet. He tilted his head to better display where he wanted Nathaniel’s teeth marks on his neck. “What would you do for it?”

Nathaniel groaned and tore his gaze away from Tim’s body to glare at the wall. His scent grew more complex by the minute. Tim pointedly hitched his legs up higher, baring himself.

“I told you. I’d do anything,” Nathaniel ground out, furious and aroused and yet not moving. Tim frowned, feeling a perfect failure at seduction until Nathaniel finally looked at him again. He’d do everything but hurt Tim, that’s what he meant. Tim wasn’t a kid, and he wasn’t human. He was a goddamn Dirus. But he felt shivery and stupid for trying, then smug, content and more powerful than Cleopatra herself. Nathaniel was fighting to control himself.

“I’m waiting.” Tim kept his voice soft. Nathaniel crawled forward over Tim in the next moment. Tim pushed his hands into Nathaniel’s hair and then down over his back. Nathaniel kissed him, a long, deep kiss that made Tim shiver all over again. He rocked his hips up to feel Nathaniel’s cock against him and refused to be upset about how weak he got when Nathaniel pulled his mouth away.

It wasn’t for long. Nathaniel licked at Tim’s lower lip and returned to kissing him in the time it took for him to find the lube bottle from last night under a pillow. With one hand busy, more of his weight was on Tim. Tim shifted his legs apart to take it and then tensed in anticipation when Nathaniel’s slick hand slid down to his ass.

They were sharing breath. Tim moved his hands over the back of Nathaniel’s skull, the nape of his neck. Nathaniel was breathing carefully, and twice he brought his mouth down over Tim’s in a kiss so soft Tim could have imagined it. Except he would never in a million years have been able to imagine Nathaniel shuddering and trying to be gentle because Tim had done something to nearly push him over the edge. “Come on,” Tim whispered on an exhale, wondering where his sarcasm had gone, because he’d been demanding this last night, but now he was hushed.

He straightened for the press of Nathaniel’s fingers, throwing his head back and gasping, and held tighter to Nathaniel when Nathaniel’s mouth at last settled over his again. He took his time working Tim open, kissing him until Tim was dizzy and his lips were buzzing and then shoving his face down to Tim’s clavicle to drag his teeth along the bone. He pushed his fingers in deep, and Tim pressed right back like the greedy bitch he was.

“Nathaniel.” It was nothing like an order this time. Nathaniel’s teeth had Tim tingling in anticipation of a bite that wasn’t coming. Nathaniel’s fingers stroked inside him until Tim’s dick was aching and Tim couldn’t be still, but it was Nathaniel’s cock Tim wanted. “
Big Wolf
,” Tim complained again, half-chewing on Nathaniel’s ear until Nathaniel raised his head. There was too much in Nathaniel’s gaze. Tim fell to the bed and closed his eyes and Nathaniel pulled away, leaving Tim in cooler, blander air that lacked the winter fire spark of him. He whimpered, immediately sorry, and Nathaniel slid his hands down Tim’s thighs.

Tim reached for the bedding, but it felt loose in his hands. The weak, whining sound escaped him again.

“Tim.” He had to look up at his name. Brown eyes stared back at him, fully human yet entirely too bright.

Nathaniel urged Tim’s thighs farther apart, and Tim stopped breathing. He couldn’t look away, and held himself still for the blunt pressure pushing into him, so slowly, as if the moment could go on forever. Tim almost wanted it to. He didn’t remember it like this, that gaze steady on him, his body stretched and filled. He heard Nathaniel reach for the bottle, felt some of the lube slip from Nathaniel’s fingers onto his skin, but kept himself as still as he could until Nathaniel was completely in.

Tim ached already, stretched and sore all the way through his body. He trembled and bit down on his lip. He didn’t remember this. Nathaniel hadn’t felt so far away last night, hadn’t felt so overwhelming that Tim could barely breathe. He gasped after trying not to, and then Nathaniel was once again close and over him, securing Tim with his weight and heat, and Tim could breathe again. Tim brought his legs up around Nathaniel, and Nathaniel pulled them in tighter and kneeled on the bed. Tim stirred restlessly until Nathaniel’s mouth was gentle against his.

Tim put his hands to the bed and slid them over different textures, blankets, a pillow, a sheet, and stopped when his hands were over his head and he had something to finally hold on to. The bunched-up blanket would do since he couldn’t reach the headboard. “Please.” Bottom worked for him.
Nathaniel
worked for him. He was the hottest thing in the world when he was pressed deep inside Tim and intent on making Tim come. Tim arched against him, electric as Nathaniel began to fuck into him, slow, purposeful. “Yeah. Yeah, just like that.”

Nathaniel ducked his head. “Alpha,” he breathed at Tim in return, licking over his neck, biting softly at the muscle. “Tim.” Nathaniel did have several names for Tim, just as he’d said, and he whispered all of them while putting his every muscle to work at Tim’s command. Tim abandoned the bedding to hold on to him, skating his hands over that strength.

Tim turned his face, panting, heated inside and out with lust and love scents he would never have recognized before today. A dozen moments at least flashed before Tim’s eyes when Nathaniel took hold of his cock in his slippery hand and began to jack him, leaving Tim to squirm and try to remember how to thrust back up every time Nathaniel thrust in. He hadn’t noticed the desire building, but now his skin was raw with it. Nathaniel’s kisses hurt in the best way. He moaned and chewed his lip, and Nathaniel took his mouth with a rough sound that only left Tim strung even tighter. He wanted to come, and Nathaniel wanted it so much Tim could feel it.

When Nathaniel pulled away to breathe, Tim bent his head to lick the sweat from his shoulder, to bite him softly and haul him closer until Tim’s cock and Nathaniel’s hand were sliding against Nathaniel’s stomach, a hint of friction that left Tim panting. Nathaniel was shaking, still resisting, but he pressed in, just right, his strength undeniable, and Tim’s cry could be heard for miles by sensitive ears. Nathaniel stopped as Tim’s muscles tightened around him, his breath uneven over Tim’s damp skin, but his thumb slid over Tim’s pulsing cock until Tim was drained.

Tim turned in toward him, shuddering with a need that hadn’t gone away. “Don’t you stop now.”

Nathaniel pushed him farther onto the bed, knocking most of the bedding above Tim’s head to the floor. He settled his hands firmly over Tim’s hips to pull Tim flush against him, and Tim made an indecent sound, but his body didn’t know how else to react. He tensed, sated on one hand, aroused relentlessly by Nathaniel on the other.

He flailed at the first push back in, the rumbles of pleasure from Nathaniel echoing through him. He could feel Nathaniel’s pulse inside him now that he wasn’t distracted by his own. He shivered and eased back, then after a moment bent his knees farther up. Nathaniel immediately curled his arms beneath him to hold Tim close for each slide in.

Tim reached for anything, leaving his eyes on Nathaniel. Nathaniel, flushed and pleased as he rocked forcefully into Tim, bending him to make the thrusts deeper. It was hitting Tim in places that were already aching. He wriggled as best he could, wanting Nathaniel to feel this strangely fragile exhaustion too. Tim wasn’t hard, but he recognized the flood of hot blood under his skin. He began to breathe faster. The sounds of skin, of Nathaniel’s pants, were driving him crazy.

Nathaniel closed his eyes and then leaned in to run his mouth over Tim’s chest. Tim’s thighs were spread, marked from Nathaniel’s grip too, and he would be sore for hours. But he moved with Nathaniel, finally catching on enough to roll his hips up. Each snapping thrust in made him shiver.

“Little Wolf,” Nathaniel told him, rasping and hoarse, and Tim tried to make him come, tightening his muscles and offering his throat. He ended up gasping in near-pain at how Nathaniel responded, pounding into Tim before groaning and falling forward. He came inside Tim again, a rush Tim was beginning to like even more than the burn as Nathaniel continued to slowly fuck him for a while longer, making sure his come was deep in Tim.

It was a while before Tim let himself relax and slide his legs down. Once he did, Nathaniel got heavier against him. His face was at Tim’s ear. “Tim,” he murmured.

Tim turned toward him, but couldn’t see his face. There was amazement in his tone, and Tim couldn’t get rid of it. “You love me. You’re mine. You fought for me before you ever knew me.”

“Yes,” Nathaniel agreed on a sigh. His heart was slowing, beating nearly in time with Tim’s as they both caught their breath. Tim curled his fingers at the base of Nathaniel’s skull and then spread them out over the bite scar. “Tim. Little Wolf.” Half of Nathaniel’s body was practically hanging off the bed, but he didn’t seem inclined to move.

Tim frowned to conceal the fluttering in his chest. “Shut up. I’m basking in the afterglow.” Nathaniel snorted against him. “You had better rest up, because we aren’t done, old man.” Tim scratched gently behind Nathaniel’s ear and then over the rest of his scalp. Nathaniel groaned and submitted to it like it had always been his secret desire to relax against another person while being petted. His fantasy life was so much more innocent than Tim’s. Of course, he’d had a lot more sex than Tim and could get more whenever he wanted.

“Old man?” Nathaniel snorted again.

“We aren’t done,” Tim repeated firmly. He wasn’t going to say it again.

Nathaniel hummed against him and then a moment later he twisted, wrapping his arms around Tim to take Tim with him. Tim grasped at him, only to end up straddling Nathaniel with Nathaniel’s back to the bed. Tim narrowed his eyes.

Nathaniel was unfazed. “Want to go for a ride, Dirus?” he taunted with a grin. Tim’s thigh muscles clenched around Nathaniel on their own.

Tim swallowed dryly, but he reached out to take hold of Nathaniel’s hands and press them into the bed. Then Tim arched his neck, taunting Nathaniel in return. “How about I stay like this and you see if you can please me?”

Nathaniel’s grin got fierce. “Or I could turn you over and bite the back of your neck until you’re whimpering and your legs can no longer hold you.”

Tim kept his chin up with effort. “You love me,” he pronounced in careful triumph, and slid his hands to Nathaniel’s stomach. He felt it quiver and smoothed his hands up through the trail of hair to Nathaniel’s chest and then to his shoulders. Nathaniel bit off a growl. Tim leaned in and closed his eyes as he held his throat above Nathaniel’s mouth. Their heartbeats were fast again, quick with arousal, making their skin and the air itself hotter. Nathaniel opened his mouth, and Tim imagined him tasting Tim’s scent. Tim moaned. “I love you too.” He forgot about everything else, his uncle, Luca, the town. They could talk about the rest later. Tim growled, just as softly as his big wolf, but stayed right where he was, chafing or no chafing. “Now show me how to ride what’s mine.”

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on being fucked had not lessened over the course of the day, and night, or even the following morning. Tim had zero regrets on the subject, even if he felt the way humans must after a marathon. He stumbled out of Nathaniel’s truck on shaky legs, hoping he could make it into the café, and then heard Nathaniel turn off the engine. Nathaniel came up beside him in the next moment to take his arm, and most of his weight, and Tim found himself being escorted to work.