The Lamb Who Cried Wolf (5 page)

Brody pushed Carson onto the mattress and took advantage of his mate’s slight daze to empty the bag on the bed. They’d ended up buying quite a good selection of toys, ranging from a cock ring to anal beads and even handcuffs and a flogger. It had made a significant dent in Brody’s budget, but the hell with it.

Carson licked his lips as he watched the items on the bed.

“Brody…”

The sound of his name on Carson’s lips sufficed to break the remnants of Brody’s control. He pounced on his mate, randomly ripping the just-purchased clothing. Carson helped him take his own off. The clumsiness of that first time was gone, replaced by a need guiding their bodies, making them move together. There were no more doubts, not in Brody’s mind and not in Carson’s either. Sure, things weren’t perfect and they still had a lot to learn about each
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other, not to mention all the shit Brody’s pack would give him. But this…This was so right, so true. In that moment, Brody could trust everything would be all right in the end.

Carson briefly broke the kiss and gave him a playful glare. “Stop thinking so hard.”

He pushed Brody off him and straddled him, all the while analyzing the items on the bed with lustful curiosity. “Now, teach me what to do.”

Hot arousal swelled inside Brody as images of his mate riding his prick filled his mind. He grinned up at Carson. “Okay, little lamb, but you have to do exactly as I tell you.”

Carson gulped as if he’d just realized who he was playing with.

Even so, he nodded, and Brody didn’t feel any fear coming from him, just the performance anxiety that had upset Carson the day before as well. Brody made a mental note to love Carson so thoroughly that his lamb would never, ever, think himself inadequate again, and when his mate smiled, he knew Carson had heard the thought. “Exactly as you tell me to,” Carson repeated. “I understand.”

Brody clutched the bedspreads with his fists to keep himself from pulling his mate down and just burying himself inside of Carson. His urge to dominate awoke, stronger and more intense than ever. Brody had always enjoyed bondage and power play, even if he’d mostly kept it from his pack. Some would have seen his sexuality as a sign of him wanting to be the Alpha, and Brody couldn’t be bothered with politics, not to mention that he’d never want to fight against his brother. But now, he wanted to share his desire with Carson, and Carson seemed more than willing to accept it.

“Take the lubricant,” he instructed Carson. “Open the tube.”

Carson did as he’d been told, although Brody noticed his mate’s hands still trembled. As Carson uncapped the tube of slick, Brody continued to speak. “Pour a little on your fingers. Get them good and wet.”

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Carson obeyed, pouring a generous amount of liquid from the bottle and somehow managing not to make a mess either. “Now reach behind you and thrust them into your ass, like I did yesterday.”

Carson abandoned his position of Brody’s lap and sat back. He lifted his legs into the air and exposed his pretty pink hole to Brody’s greedy gaze. Two slender fingers hesitantly rubbed around the rim, then slowly pushed inside.

Brody almost swallowed his tongue at the sight. Jesus Christ. His mate was going to kill him.

“Am I doing it right?” Carson panted out. His eyes widened and he let out a cry. Brody chuckled when he realized his mate must have accidentally hit his prostate.

“You’re doing great. Just don’t rush it.”

Carson moaned and continued to push his fingers in and out of his ass. He thrashed on the bed, tiny whimpers that sounded like Brody’s name escaping his lips. Brody would have loved to take his time and watch Carson finger-fuck himself, but alas, he was only a wolf, and he had his limits.

He pounced once again, snatching his lover and pushing him under him once more. His mate let out the adorable “baah” again, but this time, it didn’t seem frightened, only surprised, and maybe even a touch relieved. In a flash, Brody retrieved the handcuffs and secured his mate’s arms to the headboard. He was thankful he’d had the foresight to buy the padded type, as he didn’t want Carson to be hurt in any way.

Carson arched against him, his naked body already slick with perspiration. “Please, Brody. I need you now.”

Brody stole a kiss from Carson’s sweet lips, indulging himself just a bit. He then retrieved two of the toys that showed most promise.

Moving faster than humanly possible, he went to the bathroom and cleaned the items using the sterilizer they’d also purchased. He then returned to the room, cock ring and anal beads in hand. Carson watched him, his beautiful blue eyes looking like a stormy sea now.

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Hastily, Brody slipped the cock ring on Carson. He had a distant thought that perhaps he should’ve had one for himself but discarded it. Even if he did come before he got inside Carson, his recovery time would allow him to still fuck his mate. It would be the same for Carson, but the cock ring in this case had a different purpose. The buildup of pleasure was just as important as the moment of coupling.

The night before, Brody had taken Carson in the heat of their first mating, but now, he wanted to spend as many hours as possible fucking the man, touching him, licking him, worshipping all that delicious skin. He wanted to show Carson how beautiful and special it could be between them.

Grinning down at his mate, he took the anal beads and slowly inserted them in Carson’s passage one by one. Carson’s cries increased in volume, encouraging him, but as much as they aroused Brody, he took his time. On occasion, he added more lube, just to make sure.

When the last bead penetrated Carson’s ass, Brody moved them around, all the while massaging Carson’s shaft with his fist. Soon, his mate grew wild and Carson knew it was time for them to couple. But first, he wanted to try something else, to see how Carson took to a bit of pain with his pleasure.

Leaving the beads in, Brody flipped his mate on all fours and slapped Carson’s ass hard. The handprint mark that appeared made his prick throb, more so when Carson screamed. Brody might have thought Carson hated the spanking, but their connection was flooded by Carson’s ecstasy. Growling, Brody applied two more blows, beautifully reddening his mate’s bottom. He couldn’t take it for much longer. He needed to be inside Carson.

Two more hits had Carson incoherent, the cute “baahs” appearing more and more. It seemed they happened in moments of extreme emotion. At last, Brody stopped trying to resist his mate’s allure. He pulled out the anal beads and then positioned his prick at Carson’s hole. In one single thrust, he slid home.

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Carson was hot and tight, and his body welcomed Brody just like Brody knew it would. He groaned, thrusting in and out of the passage, always aiming for his mate’s prostate. Carson pushed back, seemingly yearning for this as much as Brody did.

Carnal bliss mixed with emotional fulfillment as their bodies came together. Brody’s wolf howled in satisfaction as he took his mate and felt Carson’s pleasure. Their origins might have been predator and prey, but it no longer held any meaning. They fit together. They were mates, and it was the only thing that mattered.

Brody’s fangs dropped, and without hesitating, he lowered his body over Carson’s. Sensing Brody’s need, his mate offered his throat. Brody sank his fangs into the delicious flesh. The moment Carson’s blood invaded his mouth, stars burst into his vision. Their connection sizzled with ecstasy and Brody found his peak, sending his seed deep inside Carson. At the last moment, he remembered to remove the cock ring off Carson, and in seconds, his lamb climaxed as well. Carson’s ass tightened around Brody’s cock, squeezing every drop of his cum from him. Their orgasms seemed to become entwined and went on and on, until Brody thought he would die from too much pleasure.

He didn’t know how much time passed when he finally became aware of collapsing on top of Carson. He rolled off his mate, careful not to crush the smaller man under his bulk. “That was amazing,”

Carson breathed out.

Brody squeezed his mate to his chest. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”

His gaze fell toward the window, and he dimly registered the way the last rays of the sun slipped into the room. Tomorrow, he’d have to meet with Soren. Tomorrow, he and Carson would need to return to the real world. But for now, they could just enjoy each other’s presence and simply love. Brody would worry about the rest later.

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Carson awoke feeling sore in all the right places. The day before had been amazing, almost surreal. He’d have thought it all a dream if not for the slight stiffness. It would all go away in a few more hours—

he was a shape-shifter, after all—but Carson was pretty sure Brody would soon put the delicious soreness back. He couldn’t wait.

And speaking of his mate…Where could the wolf be? The pillows still smelled like him, but Carson missed his warmth. He cracked his eyes open, scanning the room for Brody. He sighed, unsurprised when he didn’t see the man. He’d have sensed Brody had his mate been around.

Taking a deep breath, Carson focused on their connection. He fell on it naturally, as if he’d been bonded with the wolf his entire life.

“Brody?”

“Coming your way, Carson,”
his mate’s amused voice answered.

“Be patient.”

Feeling reassured, Carson leaned against the pillows and waited.

Indeed, a few minutes later, Brody entered the room, carrying a paper bag. “Breakfast,” he announced.

Delicious scents assaulted Carson’s nostrils, the comfortable, safe and yes, sexy one of his mate combining with slightly earthier aromas. “Mmmm…Blueberry muffins. My favorite.” He extended his hands for the bag carrying his prize. “Give ’em here.”

Brody laughed and walked to the bed. “Don’t I get a good-morning kiss first?”

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Carson pretended considering it for a moment. “Okay,” he said.

“But just a short one. You know, morning breath and all that.”

He puckered his lips as Brody abandoned the bag of goodies on the bed. “I couldn’t care less about morning breath,” he murmured.

The wolf pressed his lips to Brody’s in a soft, sensual kiss that made Carson’s toes curl. His mate didn’t try to take it any further and broke away just as Carson was really getting into it. “Go ahead and eat,” the other man said, a knowing twinkle in his eyes. “I want you well fed for later.”

Carson’s slight disgruntlement changed into amusement and he snickered. “Oh, so that’s your evil plan, my big bad wolf. You intend to fatten me up and devour me later.”

The teasing comment escaped his lips without him intending it to, but Brody just grinned. “Oh, I’ll devour you all right. Now be a good boy and eat all your greens.”

Carson snickered, silently relieved that he hadn’t spoiled the carefree mood. He opened the bag and retrieved his more-than-generous breakfast. Other than the muffins, Brody had brought him a packed salad as well as granola bars, water, and even carrot juice. For anyone else, it would have seemed frugal. For Carson, it represented a feast. But still, carrot juice?

“I’m not a rabbit, you know,” he commented.

Brody flushed. “It was an impulse buy. If you don’t want it—”

“It’s fine,” Carson interrupted his mate. “It’s more than fine.

Thank you for being so thoughtful.” In that moment, Carson noticed the bag didn’t hold any food for a carnivorous diet. “But what about you?”

Brody shrugged. “I ate out.”

Carson was torn between being touched, angry, and upset. He sighed, having suddenly lost his appetite. “Brody, I understand you eat meat. You don’t have to hide it from me. Of course, I wouldn’t like you to eat lamb, but other than that, I’m fine with it.”

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“I just don’t want to scare you,” Brody replied softly. Through their connection, Carson could sense what Brody wasn’t saying. The wolf feared Carson’s reaction when he first acknowledged this basic difference.

Taking a deep breath, Carson struggled to find the right words.

“Look, we’re mates, right?” When Brody nodded, Carson continued,

“Then we’re going to have to get used to each of our quirks, our personalities, and needs. How can we do that if you hide from me?”

For a few moments, Brody remained silent. “You’re right,” he said at last. “I don’t want to hide. Tell you what. When we go to lunch, we’ll eat together.”

Carson grinned, acknowledging his victory. “But for now, you’re sharing my muffins.”

Brody chuckled and stole another closed-mouthed kiss. “How could I refuse?”

His mate’s voice dripped with sexual innuendo, and Carson became hungry for something else. He hastily chewed on his salad and grabbed a sip of water while Brody wolfed down a pastry.

Carson couldn’t resist. He jumped his mate and pressed his mouth to the other man’s. “Mmm…Blueberry Brody. I think I have a new favorite.”

He licked down Brody’s neck, tonguing his Adam’s apple. Brody tasted salty, all man, and Carson wanted more of the delicious flavor.

Abandoning all thought of actual food, he began to unbutton Brody’s shirt, worshipping each inch of skin he revealed.

Brody allowed him to explore at leisure, guiding him when Carson would have hesitated, encouraging him with gentle words and certain hands. Even so, even knowing how much his mate wanted him, Carson still felt nervous when he reached down to Brody’s genitals. His hands trembled as he unzipped his mate’s jeans. His body thrummed with arousal when he realized the wolf wasn’t wearing underwear and he caught sight of his mate’s impressive cock.

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God, had he really taken it inside him? He almost couldn’t believe it, and he couldn’t believe how much he wanted it again.

But for the moment, his breakfast was lacking in one very important ingredient—Brody. Still a bit nervous, he pushed Brody’s jeans down and out of the way and took the wolf’s prick in his hand, experimentally massaging it. “Don’t tease,” Brody ordered. “Suck me.”