Pack and Mate (3 page)

He whimpered, both hands clasped around Cort’s cock now.
Humping, Cort pushed the large cock along his palms. Finn felt dizzy, confused,
aroused.

“Don’t stop, pup. Make me come.”

“Yes. Yes.” He wanted Cort to feel this too, to know the
pleasure.

Cort kept rocking, body moving sinuously, and he matched the
rhythm, breath joining Cort’s. Their gazes held, their chests rising and
falling together as low sounds poured out of Cort. Finn was caught in Cort’s
web, held tight in it. And he didn’t even want to escape. He wanted to stay,
forever.

Cort grunted, his hips pushing harder. On the next upstroke
his thumbs dragged along Cort’s slick, wet slit.

“Finn!” Cort cried out, eyes full of need. “Again.”

A rush of desire flooded him and Finn repeated the gesture,
needing that response again. Cort jerked, nodded and heat flooded up over his
hand. The scent was amazing, delicious, and his mouth watered with the need to
taste.

“Taste me,” Cort demanded.

He swooped down, tongue dragging along the wet tip of Cort’s
cock and his own slick fingers.

“Yes!” Cort’s hands wrapped around his head, kept him there.

Pure need flooded him and he wrapped his mouth around the
tip, sucking the bitter salt from Cort’s prick. Cort repeated the word
yes
,
hips moving, pushing the thick head deeper into his mouth. All Finn could do
was suck and keen, his entire body flying.

More drops slipped onto his tongue, Cort’s prick jerking in
his mouth.

“Finn? Finn, I have… Oh.” Little Red dropped a plate.

“Oh, Goddess.” Finn jerked back, stumbling over his
coveralls that were tangled around his ankles and he went down, head slamming
against the edge of the counter and the world went black.

Cort growled as chaos broke out. Everyone came running after
the plate shattered, filling the tiny kitchen with far too many people. All he
really cared about was one. Finn had tripped and hit his head, slumping to the
ground. Cort growled again, quickly doing up his zipper and snarling. He turned
to face the threat, putting himself between Finn and everyone else.

Pat met him, head-on. “Get the fuck out of my way.”

“No. Get out. Everyone just get out.” He needed to attend to
Finn.

Kyle started ushering the pups out, all of them but Pat
going easily.

With another warning snarl to Pat, Cort turned to Finn, hand
cradling the poor, bumped head.

Finn moaned, eyelashes fluttering. “Careful of the glass.”

“Shh. Shh. Pat will take care of the glass.” He stroked Finn’s
face with his free hand.

“Finn? Finn, you need to open your eyes, Brother.” Pat
sounded worried, scared. “Seriously, man. I can’t take care of these hooligans
alone. You have to be okay.”

Goddess, so much pressure on these pups. Kyle was right,
they needed to be at the club.

“I have him,” Cort told Pat. He moved to cradle Finn’s head.
“I have you, Finn.”

“Alpha.”

“Is he bleeding?” Pat asked.

“He’s fine. Go clean the glass.” Cort nodded toward the mess
in the doorway, tiny shards of glass everywhere.

Pat needed a sub. Someone who wasn’t Cort’s.

“What’s your fucking problem, man? He’s my brother! I love
him!”

“He is mine.” Cort held Finn closer.

Finn groaned. “No yelling.”

“I’m not yelling. Are you okay? Does it hurt?”

“Uh-huh.” Finn sat up, moaning. “Ow. I fell.”

Pat crossed his arms over his chest. “Totally. Whacked your
head. Mom would call you graceful.”

“He was startled.” Cort growled. How dare this pup insult
his own?

“He was being naughty,” countered Pat.

Finn giggled. “Totally. Was worth it.”

“It’s what mates do.” Cort turned to smile at his pup. “We
can be naughty again later. At my den.”

“Come on. Stand up, Finn. I need to see if you’re bleeding.”
Pat was holding it together, trying hard, and Cort could appreciate that, even
if it also annoyed the heck out of him.

He stood, bringing Finn up with him before slowly setting
his pup down on his feet. He stayed right there to support Finn if he needed.

Pat watched him too, as if Pat were a hawk. “Just stand
there, okay? I have to get the broom.”

“Then I’m taking you home, Finn. As I should have done from
the start.”

“You can’t. I need him.” Pat stood there, yellow broom in
hand. “I can’t manage this on my own. I can’t pay the bills, I can’t get Little
Red and Cillian to work. I need help, Finn.”

“The moon is coming. You’ll all come to the club and things
can be figured out.” He wasn’t giving Finn up.

“I…” Finn hesitated. “My head hurts, man. I don’t know what’s
right.”

Cort turned to Pat. “You know it’s the right thing to do.”

Kyle came in, touched Pat’s arm. “If it’s okay with you, I’d
be happy to arrange transportation to your jobs tomorrow. The pups are scared
and stressed and a change of scenery might help.”

“You think so?” Pat asked, clearly trusting Kyle more than
Cort.

Kyle nodded. “Absolutely. And if that doesn’t help there’s a
huge indoor pool in the facility and you can run them until they collapse.”
Kyle was very good at this.

“There’s steak at the club,” Cort added. If the pups lived
on spaghetti, steak would be a huge enticement.

“Steak. Beds for everyone. Hot water to last for a real
shower.” Kyle was working hard to seal the deal.

Pat and Finn both made the exact same face—pure need.

“It’s settled.” Cort helped Finn get his overalls back up. “Pack
all your things. You’re coming home.”

“For the moon.” Pat tried to stare him down.

“You and the pups, yes.” He wasn’t backing down for a
second. Not with Finn in the balance.

“I need him. I can’t do this by myself,” Pat insisted.

“I won’t leave you in the lurch, Pat. Ever. We’re twins.”

“We’ll sort something out.” If it was important to his Finn,
it would be important to him. He just wanted—no, he needed—to get Finn home, to
make his claim and become the pup’s Master.

“Come to the club, please,” begged Kyle. “It’s late and you
must be tired.”

Nathan peered around the door. “I can do dishes.”

Cort took charge. “They’ll keep. Let’s go.” He grabbed Finn’s
hand and headed out. Enough was enough. These boys needed a Master, someone to
lead them.

Finn was obviously dazed, confused, worried. “I don’t
understand. Are we in trouble? Did we do something wrong?”

“Nope.” He headed out the door, trusting that Pat and Kyle
would get the pups rounded up.

“But.” Finn held his head, eyes crossing. “I don’t
understand. They’re coming soon?”

“Kyle will make sure they all get to the club safely.” He
wasn’t letting Finn go again though.

It spoke volumes that Finn leaned in, trusted him to put
them into a cab.

He gave the address of the club and wrapped his arm around
Finn’s shoulders. “How are you feeling? Should we see the doctor when we get to
the club?”

“My head hurts and I’m a little confused.”

“Confused about what?”

“Why you were mad at Pat.”

“He wants to keep us apart.” Cort didn’t think Pat liked him
very much.

Finn looked at him. “Why would he do that? He loves me. He’s
just—it’s hard, to try and be an Alpha to so many pups.”

“I bet. He needs to be an Alpha to just one. Kyle could find
Alphas for the others.”

“That isn’t how pack works at home.”

“You’re not at home anymore, Finn.”

“I know.” For a second his pup sounded hurt, lost and
incredibly frightened.

Cort held Finn tight. “You’ve got a new home with me. I
swear it.”

“I don’t know what to do.”

“You let me take care of you.”

“But who will take care of the pups?”

“Kyle will figure something out.”

He knew this was difficult, so many changes, and he was
trying to listen to something besides the song between them, but all his
instincts screamed at him that Finn was his and he needed to claim the pup now.

The cab pulled up in front of the club and Cort paid the
diver, then helped Finn out.

“They’re okay, right? I’m not deserting my family?” Such a
dear, kind pup.

“They’re just fine. I promise.” Cort might be new enough to
the club himself but he knew Kyle well enough to know the man wouldn’t abandon
pups in need.

They headed in, the club quiet tonight, lights low and music
sultry. Cort stopped at the bar. “Could you have two steak dinners sent to my
room, please?”

The little blond bartender—another kitty if he wasn’t
mistaken—replied immediately. “Absolutely, sir. Wine?”

“Do you like wine, Finn?” Cort asked.

“I don’t know. I like milk and I’ve tried beer.”

“We want milk, please.” He wasn’t much of a drinker himself.
The smile he got from Finn proved he’d made the right decision. “Oh, and a nice
selection of desserts, please.”

“Yes Sir. I’ll have it sent to your room as soon as it’s
ready.”

“Thank you.”

They went through the door at the back of the bar that led
to the living quarters. Finn watched every step they took, every direction they
turned into the wild warren that was the Kennel.

“Do you recognize any of it from last night?” Cort asked.

“No. No, there are so many scents.”

“It’s a bit overwhelming at first.” Cort remembered his
first days here.

Finn nodded, obviously overwhelmed and near tears. Home.
Home and a bath and a meal. That’s what his pup needed.

Cort finally gave in to his urges and picked Finn up,
cradling his beautiful pup against his chest.

“Cort?” Finn curled into him, trusting him, even as Finn
asked the question.

“I’ve got you, Finn. I’m taking you home.”

Soft lips brushed against his jaw then his pup went boneless
and he carried Finn down the hall.

Cort got to his room, managing to open the door without
putting down his burden. Although that was the wrong word, Finn wasn’t a burden
at all. His pup felt right in his arms.

“Would you like to soak in the tub, pup?”

“Oh, please. I haven’t had access to a tub in so long.” That
was a terrible thing for a pup.

Cort carried Finn right into the bathroom where there was a
huge tub with jets and a separate shower. The room was done in beige and brown
and gray—as if it were a river on a gray day.

“Oh. Oh, how pretty.”

“I like it. It’s why I chose these rooms. Well, and because
they were far from the common areas.” He liked the quiet, the fact there
weren’t five thousand smells here.

He set Finn on his feet and started stripping his pup down.
It was the first time he was going to see Finn fully naked. So even though he got
Finn’s clothes off quickly, he then took his time looking Finn over from head
to toe. His pup was fine—lean and pale and dusted with coppery-red curls
everywhere, especially above the long, thin cock. And the freckles were
adorable.

Cort vocalized softly, voicing his pleasure.

A sweet blush climbed up Finn’s belly, down the lean cheeks.

Leaning in, Cort took a kiss. Finn stepped forward, then
back when the needy cock touched him, brushing against his thigh. Groaning, Cort
tugged Finn up against his body, letting that sweet cock rub on his skin.

“Oh.” Finn hummed, body beginning to move.

“Take my clothes off, pup.”

Finn looked confused, but only for a second, then his
clothes were eased off. “A bath. A real soak.”

“A real soak, followed by a real steak, followed by real
pleasure.”

“It’s as though it’s a dream.” It was obvious that Finn didn’t
know where to look, what to do.

“Except that it’s real.” He stepped back and held out his
arms. “Do you like what you see?”

“You’re lovely. Strong. You smell…” Finn’s blush grew
darker.

“I smell like yours?” Cort suggested, because that was how
Finn smelled to him.

“Like home.”

Oh, how perfect. Nodding, Cort pulled Finn into his body,
dropping his mouth over Finn’s. He held Finn, rocked them together so their
bodies could learn each other, learn where they fit. Skin on skin felt amazing
and he moaned, rocked Finn closer. Finn’s cock began to fill, grow stiff
against his hip. His own was rising eagerly, rubbing on Finn’s belly.

Bath. They needed in the tub. He didn’t stop kissing but he
did put a bit of focus on moving them to the bath. He started the water, the
jets. Then drew his pup into the big tub with him.

“Oh.” The look on Finn’s face was blissful, pure joy.

They sank down into the hot water together and he set Finn
on his lap, facing him. That way they could kiss while they soaked.

“Tell me this is real.”

“This is real.” Cort grabbed Finn’s ass and tugged them
tight together. “Doesn’t it feel real?”

“No. No, it feels like a fantasy, like a prayer.”

“I like that I’m your fantasy.” He used his hold on Finn’s
ass to rub them together.

Finn sighed and melted, snuggled in and rested heavily
against him. He kept his movements slow and gentle, letting Finn relax and
enjoy the lazy pleasure. He thought Finn dozed a bit, but regardless, his pup
trusted him.

When the water began to cool he added more hot to it.

“This is perfect. Perfect.” Finn sighed again, the sound
happy.

“You’re perfect.”

“No. No, we— All of us who were asked to go wouldn’t—with a
female. We could have stayed, maybe, if we did.”

“But then you wouldn’t have come to me.” He was fiercely
glad that Finn was like him, that it had sent his pup to him.

“The city is so different. So amazing.”

“It’s big.” Cort wasn’t a city wolf, really, but he’d been
drawn here. He’d known somehow.

“Yes. You understand. I feel so lost.”

“You aren’t though. I have you.”

Finn leaned into him, so heavy, perfect. The mass of red
hair was wet at the bottom, soaking up the water and he tilted Finn back,
wetting more of Finn’s hair. His pup arched in his arms, belly rubbing against
his. Groaning, he licked the water from Finn’s chest. The tiny pink nipples
drew up tight, hard, head falling back. He slid his mouth over toward the right
one.

Finn sighed, the sound gentle, happy, almost lazy. Smiling,
he wrapped his lips around Finn’s nipple, sucked gently then flicked it with
his tongue.

“Why… Why would you do that?” Curious lover.

He looked up along Finn’s body to his eyes. “Did you like
it?”

“It makes me warm inside.”

“I’m taking that as a yes.” So Cort did it again.

He kept it light, gentle. His pup had had a terrible day.
Then he moved to Finn’s other nipple to spread the pleasure out. Finn moaned
softly, leaned into his hands. He loved that trust. It sent warmth through him
and made him harder.

“I’m going to wash your hair, pup. You have paint in it.”

“Wash my hair?”

“You know, water, soap, rubbing?” Had no one ever groomed
Finn?

“I know how to wash. No one has done it for me since I was a
child though.”

Poor pup.

“Then I’ll be the only one to show you this pleasure.”

Cort dipped Finn’s head back into the water then sat Finn up
in his lap again as he reached for the shampoo. He lathered his hands then
began washing the thick, heavy curls. Groaning, he rubbed Finn’s scalp, sinking
in to the sensations. Finn’s face went slack, the look pure bliss.

Vocalizing, he let Finn know how much he was enjoying it too.
Grooming was a special way for lovers to come together, to enjoy each other’s
company. And that this was Finn’s first time meant he was one lucky wolf.