Strength of the Pack (38 page)

Lucas couldn’t help the moan. He hated that it took a werewolf ritual for Noah to feel this way about him. Noah’s lips were warm against his own, and his tongue plunged into Lucas’ mouth. Lucas pushed back, chasing Noah’s tongue when he would have pulled back. He licked into Noah’s mouth, tasting him, matching that to the wonderful way he smelled.

Noah needed Lucas to touch him. Lucas’ cock was fully hard now, and it bounced against his belly when he thought about wrapping his fingers around Noah’s hard-on. No werewolf ritual was necessary to strengthen Lucas’ feelings. Whatever Noah needed from him, he’d give.

Carefully, Lucas reached down and firmly grasped Noah’s length. Lucas followed Noah’s mouth when he jerked back with a gasp. He dragged his tongue along Noah’s lower lip as he slowly jacked him.

Noah stiffened, and his breathing shuddered. His mouth hovered just over Lucas’. Noah shifted against him, and Lucas gasped at the feel of a rough, calloused hand encircling his cock.

“Oh, fuck,” Lucas gasped, struggling not to push up with his hips. “You don’t have to do this,” he lied.

“I want to,” Noah whispered. “I love to feel you.”

Lucas sped his hand up. He turned to watch Noah’s blood-red cock slide through his fist. Noah pressed his forehead to Lucas’ temple as he watched himself being stroked. Lucas licked his lips, made dry by his own harsh breathing.

Noah’s dick was so fucking hard. The thick vein on the underside was soft by contrast. Lucas paused at the head and gave it a hard squeeze. Noah made a soft choking sound, his hips flexed and his hand left Lucas’ cock and painfully gripped his thigh. Lucas’ heart swelled. He felt fresh blood rush into the shaft of Noah’s cock, and he stroked it rhythmically again.

“Oh, shit, Lucas,” Noah gasped, his body rigid. He sat back against the sofa, looking down the length of his own body. A violent shudder ran through him, and he released a harsh, shaky breath.

Lucas was determined to keep Noah skating on that razor edge of pleasure. He kept his grip firm and his fist moving quickly on Noah’s dick. It swelled in his hand, and Noah stopped breathing. He sat rigidly as his climax rolled over him. Lucas was euphoric that he could do this for Noah, that he was the one that Noah needed, if only for a matter of minutes.

Together, they watched several thick, white strands of come fountain from the tip of Noah’s cock. They landed on Lucas’ knee, Noah’s chest and his belly. Lucas kept his fist moving on Noah’s erection, dragging his orgasm from him.

Noah exploded into motion and sound. “F-f-fuck, Lucas. Jesus Christ! Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” He shivered, the hand Lucas still held clenched his fingers, the hand on Lucas’ leg squeezed convulsively. His chest heaved as Lucas stroked him, working rope after rope of come from his dick.

Noah gave a low growl and threw his head back, his body going limp. Lucas carefully released his softening cock. He was high on his triumph. Noah lifted his head and looked at Lucas with heavy, lidded eyes. His cheeks were flushed, and his lips were bitten red. He looked wrecked, and Lucas thought he’d never seen anything more gorgeous. Noah leaned in and kissed Lucas hard. His hand came around to cradle Lucas’ head.

Lucas lifted his hand to touch Noah’s cheek and realized it was streaked with come. The absurdity of it made him chuckle into Noah’s mouth. When Noah pulled back with a confused expression, Lucas displayed his hand. They laughed together, and Noah’s eyes landed hungrily on Lucas’ mouth.

Lucas still had Noah’s complete attention and interest. He wondered for how much longer he could hang onto that. Lucas lifted his hand to his own mouth and licked it clean. Noah’s come was strong and slightly bitter. He hadn’t tasted Noah before now. He wouldn’t mind tasting him again during the next werewolf ritual.

Noah growled and suddenly pinned Lucas against the back of the sofa with a single hand to his chest. Lucas lay back in surprise, watching Noah loom up over him, eyes bright, liquid blue. Lucas gasped and bucked upward when Noah’s hand encircled his aching cock.

“N-N-Noah,” he said, shocked at the raw sound of his own voice. He was going to protest. Lucas was supposed to be giving Noah comfort, not taking his own pleasure. His body overrode his brain, and he fucked up into Noah’s hand. Lucas gripped Noah’s biceps, knowing he was leaving bruises behind. “Tighter,” he said in a strangled voice. “Harder.”

Noah looked down between their bodies. Lucas followed his gaze and together they watched Noah’s hand work Lucas’ cock. The sight of his erection sliding in and out of Noah’s large hand was fucking hot. It dragged his orgasm up and out of him.

“Yeah, like that. Just like that. Fuck.” Lucas chanted breathlessly.

Lightening shot down his spine, and heat flooded his pelvis. He was sure his skull was about to explode. Lucas’ muscles locked up, leaving him helpless to do anything other than watch his come splash across his belly and his hips. Several strands coated Noah’s hand.

Noah pressed their foreheads together as they watched Lucas spend across them both. “That’s so fucking hot,” Noah murmured.

Lucas breathed harshly, and he could smell Noah’s skin, his hair, his sweat and the combination of their come. His body quaked one final time, and he collapsed, boneless, against the sofa.

Noah pressed close. Lucas enjoyed the feel of his heated skin. There was no telling how long it would be before he could have this again, so he savored it. Noah lifted his come streaked hand and painted Lucas’ lips with the fragrant, warm fluid.

Lucas snaked his tongue out to taste himself. Noah halted him with an aggressive sound, low in his throat.

“That’s all mine,” he said fiercely, licking and biting at Lucas’ mouth.

Over and over, Noah coated Lucas’ mouth with tangy fluid and licked it off. Lucas was amazed that his cock wasn’t already hard again. That had to be the most sensuous thing he’d ever experienced.

“You taste just as good as you smell,” Noah said against the shell of Lucas’ ear.

“Thank you. I think,” Lucas said with a chuckle. He was punchy.

Noah flopped down onto the sofa, his body touching Lucas’ at all points. He looked calm and relaxed. Lucas hesitantly reached for their link, smugly satisfied to discover Noah’s emotions matched his appearance.

“Do you think you can go back to sleep now?” Lucas asked quietly.

Noah slowly lifted his head. “If you sleep beside me.”

Lucas swallowed hard. Always. “Of course.”

He stood and pulled Noah to his feet. Lucas led him into the bathroom and cleaned them both of their drying come. Noah was quiet and compliant as Lucas helped him under the covers. A strong need to nurture Noah overwhelmed Lucas. An unfamiliar affection, an unaccustomed desire to ensure Noah’s happiness drove his actions.

Climbing in beside him, Lucas wrapped himself around Noah’s back. He hoped his heat, his touch, his smell would keep Noah’s nightmares at bay for the rest of the night.

As Noah relaxed into sleep, Lucas realized they were going to have to visit the psychologist. The idea of laying himself bare like that to a stranger filled him with dread, but for Noah, he would do it.

Oceanside, California
United States of America

Lucas woke slowly. He was in a sinfully comfortable, California king bed and was pleasantly warm. The bright light of full morning bled around the sides of the window blinds. Noah was pressed up against his back, morning erection in the cleft of Lucas’ ass.

Instantly awake, Lucas froze. Memories slammed into him, and his heart leapt into his throat. He lived in Noah’s house now. They hadn’t gone to bed together the night before, but Noah was in bed with him now. Lucas had awakened to Noah curled around him in sleep every morning since he’d moved in. He told himself Noah was seeking comfort from nightmares although Noah hadn’t mentioned having dreams.

“Lucas,” Noah said, voice rough from disuse, as he came instantly awake. “What’s wrong?” His hands ran over Lucas’ skin.

“Nothing, nothing,” Lucas soothed, realizing their link was wide open. It seemed like it always was these days. He had to think about closing instead of opening it. “I forgot where I was when I woke up. I just had to get oriented.” He ran his hand up Noah’s restless arm to reassure him.

Noah lay down again. Lucas bit back a groan when Noah kissed the back of his neck. The length of his body rubbed against Lucas, one leg pushing between his. Lucas knew he should roll away, but he stayed put as Noah blatantly pressed his morning erection against Lucas’ ass.

“Fuck, I love the way you smell and feel in the morning,” Noah groaned. “You’re so warm, and your scent is so strong.”

Lucas was stunned. Noah was talking like a lover, not a man haunted by nightmares. “Is that why you crawl into bed with me every morning?”

“Well, you won’t crawl into bed with me at night.” There was a definite edge to Noah’s reply.

Lucas tested their link and felt a hint of aggravation in Noah. He should turn over and look Noah in the eyes, but he suspected they’d both be more honest, if he didn’t.

“I didn’t know you wanted me to.” Lucas admitted that wasn’t entirely true.

Noah snorted derisively into Lucas’ hair. “I’ve wanted you to since you moved in with me. I have to obey your wishes, though.” Noah tensed and lifted his head from the pillow. “Do you want me to stop coming here in the mornings?”

Noah was struggling to stay calm as he waited for Lucas’ answer. He couldn’t quite hide all of his trepidation though. Lucas was on the most unstable ground of his life. He was supposed to be shielding Noah, protecting him, but it seemed he was hurting him instead.

“No, I don’t want you to stop,” Lucas said gently—truthfully. “As long as it’s something you enjoy doing and not something you feel obligated to do.”

Noah’s head fell heavily back onto the pillow. He sighed explosively and frustration barreled through their link. “I submitted to you a long time ago, Lucas. I just wish you wanted what I want to give.”

Lucas was astonished. His mind raced, and he couldn’t slow it down long enough to sort out his thoughts.

“Anyway, we should get up now,” Noah continued, his voice remarkably casual. “The base reps will all be here in a little over an hour, and I know you want to shower. I just wish you wouldn’t.”

Noah had said the very same thing the night before. Lucas’ mind seized on to that. “Why is that, exactly?”

“So my scent will be strong on you,” Noah replied, as if it should be obvious. “I’d like them to be able to smell our come on each other, too, but…” he trailed off.

Fuck it. This was werewolf culture he was dealing with, and Lucas had to stop applying his human values. He turned in Noah’s arms, catching his stunned expression before Noah could mask it.

Lucas aligned their cocks and wrapped his hand around them both. Noah’s nostrils flared, and his eyes turned a vibrant blue as Lucas watched. He stroked their dicks quickly, keeping his grip tight.

Noah’s cheeks and chest flushed. “Lucas,” Noah breathed. “What…”

“If you think we should reek of each other’s come, then let’s reek of each other’s come.” Lucas smiled, giddy with pleasure.

“Would you,” Noah swallowed hard, vulnerability apparent in his eyes. His hips pulsed as Lucas continued to jerk them both off. “Would you mark me? Please?” It was a fucking plea.

Lucas couldn’t resist; he didn’t
want
to resist. He lifted his head and pressed his face to the join of Noah’s neck and shoulder. He bit down hard on the tendon, just above the chain of Noah’s dog tags, before soothing it with a swipe of his tongue.

“Oh, fuck, yes,” Noah sobbed, his hand coming up to clutch the back of Lucas’ head.

Lucas bit a path up Noah’s neck until he sank his teeth into Noah’s earlobe. Noah hissed. Lucas pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the pulse in his throat and sucked. Noah’s grip on the back of his head tightened, and his hips pumped forcefully. Lucas struggled to keep his grip on their cocks as Noah bucked against him.

He sucked Noah’s blood to the surface of his skin before he moved down to the sensitive spot at the curve of Noah’s shoulder. Lucas drew hard, knowing he was leaving a wicked purple mark. Just what Noah needed.

Lucas kept his hand moving on their dicks. He pressed his lips to the shell of Noah’s ear and whispered, “I want you to come while I leave this last mark on you.” He sucked at the tender flesh just below Noah’s jaw.

With a feral cry, Noah obeyed. Lucas released his own still-hard cock and stroked Noah through his climax, making sure as many of the pearly strands of come landed on his belly as possible. Noah shuddered, his chest heaved with his harsh breathing, and his breath was hot against Lucas’ neck.

“Holy shit,” Noah sighed, collapsing against the bed.

Lucas released Noah’s flesh from between his lips and looked down at him. Noah looked shell-shocked. His eyes were bright, and his sex flush was still high on his cheeks. Lucas almost couldn’t breathe, he felt so fucking powerful.