03-Strength of the Mate (19 page)

The shaft of Adam’s dick pulsed in his palm several times. His hand was the only thing he could move now. Adam’s spine locked in an erotic arch, leaving him helpless in Dawson’s arms. Waves of sensual pain rolled from where Dawson’s teeth bit into his flesh, down into his tightened ball sac.

Adam grunted when the first strand of his come shot from his dick. He jacked himself rapidly, careful to paint Dawson’s chest and stomach with pearlescent jizz. The tension in his body eased so Adam could open his eyes. He looked down between their bodies, and watched the last of the thick strings of ejaculate splash over his own hand.

Dawson’s brown skin was streaked with come. From his collarbones, down to where their bodies joined, Dawson was coated with Adam’s spunk. Dragging in a deep, shaky breath, Adam finally released his softening dick. A strong, tangy scent filled the air. Adam was mortified to realize the scent was his own. This was a new thing, wasn’t it?

“Christ, that was spectacular,” Dawson murmured, burying his face in the join of Adam’s neck and shoulder. “I thought you were going to come apart in my arms. I love being inside you when you come.”

Adam didn’t respond. He was suddenly embarrassingly aware of their position. Jesus. Dawson had turned him into a bendable sex toy, and Adam hadn’t put up a fight.

He swallowed several times, struggling to get moisture into his bone-dry mouth. “You’re covered in drying come.” Adam couldn’t believe how breathless he sounded. “You wanna come like this? Then you can rinse off before it gets too bad.” Good. That was good. He almost sounded normal again.

Dawson moved. Adam gasped as the world tilted. He clutched at Dawson reflexively, sure he was falling. He was shocked to find that instead, Dawson held him by the hips again. He pressed Adam flush against the shower wall. Dawson grinned at him, then nipped at Adam’s lower lip.

His eyes were violet. Not that Adam could see much of Dawson’s irises, they were almost obliterated by his dilated pupils. His cheeks were flushed, and his long fangs peeked out from behind his swollen, red lips. Dawson stared at Adam’s mouth like it fascinated him. He looked like a man riding a wave of arousal. Something strange and unfamiliar twisted in Adam’s chest. He’d been the one to put that look on Dawson’s face.

“Wrap your legs around my waist,” Dawson said impatiently, still holding on to Adam’s hips.

Adam complied, locking his ankles to hold himself in place. Dawson leaned into him, pressing their chests and bellies together. He took up a steady rhythm, sliding his cock in and out of Adam’s hole. He buried his face against Adam’s neck, panting heavily into his skin.

“I’m close. I’m so close,” Dawson whispered. “Would you…please…” He didn’t finish.

His hesitance was surprising, and confusing to Adam. “What? Would I what?” he asked against Dawson’s ear.

Dawson’s silence was interminable. The rhythm of his hips changed, then faltered. There was a tension in him that told Adam the request wasn’t forgotten.

Adam slid both arms around Dawson’s shoulders. He nuzzled at the lobe of Dawson’s ear. “What do you need me to do?” he whispered softly.

“Please…mark me?”

Dawson’s plea was so quiet, Adam thought he felt it, more than he heard it. Without another thought, Adam lowered his mouth to Dawson’s shoulder, and bit down.

When Dawson cried out, it nearly sounded like a howl. His body stiffened, and his grip on Adam’s hips grew painful. Adam drew hard on the patch of flesh between his teeth, feeling it warm as Dawson’s blood rose to the surface. Dawson’s large frame shuddered violently. Warm heat flooded Adam’s body.

Adam released the skin of Dawson’s shoulder. He bit into the side of Dawson’s neck. Dawson’s growl was feral. His frame went rigid again and his climax seemed to start all over again. Adam drew hard on Dawson’s skin, strangely satisfied to know the visible bruise would leave him marked and claimed. He suddenly understood what Dawson liked about the whole thing.

Dawson groaned. His body seemed to go limp. Adam started to unwrap himself from Dawson’s frame, relieved to find himself suddenly standing upright. Dawson glanced around the shower, swaying slightly on his feet.

Adam couldn’t help but chuckle at Dawson’s bemused expression. The bruises on Dawson’s neck and shoulder were purpling, but his eyes had returned to their usual shade of lavender. Adam splayed his hands over Dawson’s ribcage to hold him steady. He stood stiff with surprise when Dawson used the tips of his fingers to gently trace the stinging marks on Adam’s throat.

“I’d love to go for round two, but I’m almost asleep on my feet.” Dawson wore a sheepish expression.

Adam abruptly remembered the events of earlier, and how they’d ended up here in the first place. “Right. Let’s get rinsed off and get you back to your hooch.” He reached to turn the shower back on.

Getting them both cleaned up was so much easier when Dawson was compliant. Adam missed the eager groping, though. Dawson managed to get himself out and toweled off without much help from Adam.

Climbing back into his own clothes, Adam kept an eye on Dawson as he dressed himself. He braced a hip against the wall and slid a pair of shorts over his hips. Dawson pulled a T-shirt over his head and pushed his feet into a pair of shower shoes.

“Next time, the only clothes you need is something to get you back to my hooch,” Dawson said to Adam, as he zipped up his duffle.

Adam glanced away, running his fingers through his damp hair. Next time. As much as he liked the sound of that, Adam wondered how Dawson would feel when the afterglow faded.

“I’ll remember that,” Adam replied. “Ready to go?” He held his hand out to take the duffle from Dawson. He was still swaying, there was no way he’d be able to carry something back to his hooch.

With a shoulder beneath Dawson’s arm, Adam managed to get them safely outside. The base had quieted down. He didn’t see anyone moving around.

And then three figures emerged from the darkness.

Paul took the duffle from Adam’s hand as he, Jason and Will fell into step around them. Adam was grateful for the dim light as his face flamed in embarrassment. He’d completely forgotten they’d had a werewolf audience.

Christ. With their hearing, they’d heard every desperate sound he’d made.

“Was there any trouble?” Dawson asked.

“None at all,” Mercer replied jovially.

“We sang cadences the whole time, so we didn’t hear a thing,” said Jason.

“You did what?” Dawson was obviously confused.

Adam snorted. “Rodriguez is fucking with me. Just ignore him.”

They reached Dawson’s hooch. Paul produced a key and unlocked the door. He set the duffle on the floor just inside. Dawson made it up the steps with no problem. Adam entered behind him, almost smacking into Dawson’s broad back.

“Who thought of this?” Dawson asked, gesturing toward the floor.

“Borovec did that,” Mercer replied.

Adam glanced over Dawson’s shoulder. He saw a large padded bedroll on the floor of the trailer.

“We didn’t have time to requisition you a double bunk, so he had the idea to just put two single mattresses on the floor,” Paul elaborated.

A small thrill ran through Adam when he realized the implication. Dawson had asked him to stay the night, and now they had a pretty comfortable way to pull that off.

“I should have thought of that myself.” Dawson sounded annoyed with himself.

“You’ve had a hell of a lot of other things to worry about lately,” Jason said.

“Need anything else from us, Gunny?” Paul asked. They were already backing away from the door.

“No. We should be good,” Dawson said. “Good job tonight, guys. Thank you.”

“See you in the morning,” Mercer called with a smile, as he flipped the door lock and pulled it shut behind him.

Immediately, Dawson began stripping out of what little clothing he wore. “Ordinarily, I would love to shove you down onto this thing, climb on top and test it out.” Naked, Dawson went down on to the bedroll on his knees. “But right now, I need sleep.” He lay down heavily, wrapping his arms around the pillow beneath his head.

“I understand,” Adam replied. He doubted Dawson had heard him.

“You said you’d stay the night with me.” Dawson’s voice emerged from the pillow he cradled.

So he had heard. “And I am,” Adam replied gently, grinning to himself. He shut off the light and started tugging off his own clothing.

“I have to be on duty on time in the morning.” Dawson’s words were slurred. “But you can stay here.”

Adam didn’t understand, but he’d deal with it tomorrow. He crawled onto the bedroll beside Dawson. He tugged the sheet and blanket from where they were neatly folded at his feet, pulling them over to cover them both.

He didn’t think he’d fall asleep very quickly. The bed was strange, the surroundings were unfamiliar, and he had a lot he needed to think about.

Beside him, Dawson’s breathing had evened out. The heat of his body was already leeching into the bedclothes. Adam caught the faint scent of Dawson’s skin. It might be his imagination, but he thought he could still smell their arousal. Closing his eyes, Adam relaxed into the warmth of the bedroll, and the comfort of Dawson’s body beside him.

Falling asleep wasn’t going to be that difficult after all.

CHAPTER TEN

Adam was on fire. He was laying on something fairly comfortable, covered with something fabric, but he was way too hot to be comfortable. Adam took a deep breath, getting ready to push the covers off. A scent assailed his senses and he froze.

He was wide awake now. Adam kept his eyes closed, but he knew now that Dawson Rivers was the source of the heat. His heart sped up as he was flooded with memories of what they’d done in the shower. Adam’s cock was already stiffening with his morning erection. Remembering how vigorously Dawson had pounded into him, made him fully hard in seconds.

“Good morning,” Dawson whispered. He was just a few inches in front of Adam. “It’s still early. We have time before the guys get here.”

Adam kept his eyes closed as Dawson skimmed the rough palm of one hand over his thigh and hip. He was so damned aware of Dawson’s closeness, his touch. Adam struggled to keep his breathing even. He was still hot as hell, and it felt like Dawson was the reason.

“I heard your heart start to beat faster, and I can smell your arousal. I know you’re awake, Adam.” Dawson was still whispering, but a smile was obvious in his voice.

Adam knew he was defeated. He slowly, carefully, opened his eyes. They were still shrouded in partial darkness, but it was obvious the sun was rising. Adam lay on his side in the center of the bedroll. Dawson lay mirroring him, his hand on Adam’s ribs the only place they touched. They were close. Very close. Adam had to combat the urge the move in a little, and take a morning kiss.

Dawson grinned mischievously. His lavender eyes caught what little light there was and sparkled with humor. “How do you feel?” He slid his hand down Adam’s hip and thigh.

“Fine,” Adam answered hastily. He remembered how Dawson had literally bent him in half and fucked him hard. His face flamed. Adam shifted slightly, taking stock of his body. “Maybe a little sore.” He huffed a self-conscious laugh.

Dawson chuckled. His expression was smug and self-satisfied. “As long as I didn’t outright hurt you, and you’re not in pain, I won’t apologize.”

Adam surprised himself when he laughed. He avoided eye contact by stretching languorously. He definitely had some sore muscles, and he could still feel Dawson’s cock inside of him, but he was fine. If he was honest, he’d admit he liked it when he felt this way. The memories made his morning hard-on more insistent. He’d probably have to rub one out once Dawson left to stand duty.

His decadent yawn was interrupted when Dawson reached between Adam’s legs. He made a strangled sound in response to the unexpected touch. His eager erection pushed against Dawson’s palm. Adam’s breathing was already speeding up, matching the beat of his heart.

Dawson stroked him quickly. His touch was gentle but sure. Adam’s breathing drowned out the sound of skin sliding against skin. He moved his legs restlessly as his orgasm built quickly. Adam buried one hand under the pillow he was laying on, fisting the pillowcase tightly. He didn’t know what to do with the other hand, except reach across and anchor himself by grasping Dawson’s shoulder.

“Is this how you like it?” Dawson asked.

Adam managed to nod. He panted heavily, trying to moisten his dry lips with his tongue. Dawson stroked him just right. If he kept this up, Adam would explode in just a few seconds. Adam usually squeezed himself tighter, when he did this alone. A little pain, and a little more pressure would drag things out slightly, but Dawson didn’t seem to want to play. He stroked Adam’s cock with intent.

“I love your expression when you’re close to coming,” Dawson murmured. “You look lost in pleasure. Like you’ve forgotten to convince yourself that you don’t deserve pleasure.”

Adam closed his eyes. Dawson was dangerously observant. He moaned loudly, as he pumped his hips against Dawson’s hand.

“When I’m inside you, I can feel you getting closer and closer,” Dawson murmured. “I’ve never felt anything like the way your body spasms around my cock.”

“Why aren’t you inside me now?” Adam asked between harsh breaths. If Dawson focused on his own pleasure, he couldn’t pay such close attention to Adam.

“Don’t wanna hurt you,” replied Dawson. “I was rough with you last night.”

The last thing Adam needed was Dawson thinking he was delicate. “I like a little pain,” he said, opening his eyes and rising up over Dawson. Adam knelt up, pushing at Dawson’s shoulders until he lay flat on his back. He started to swing his leg over Dawson’s hips.

“Sensual pain is one thing.” Dawson wrapped his hands around Adam’s waist. He stopped Adam from climbing onto him. “Physical wounds are another. I will not injure you.”

Adam stared down at Dawson’s intense expression. His eyes had darkened. His brows furrowed in genuine concern. Adam somehow knew that Dawson didn’t intentionally hurt others, outside of shifter rituals. He knew from the look in Dawson’s eyes that he would take extra care with Adam. Protective. Possessive. Adam swallowed hard against his tight throat.