8. Mutt

Jeffrey's arousal was heady. It filled up my lungs, made me ache and shake, my cock weeping into wet denim. His skin was hot to the touch, the lovely flush on his cheeks climbing down his throat, splotchy and gorgeous, betraying his arousal.

His face looked apprehensive, nervous?—

But his scent was needy-hot-lust.

He wanted this.

He wanted this but he didn't know how to ask for it.

"Hold still," I murmured against the shell of his ear, shivering when he released a ragged little whimper.

"Mmmnn," Jeffrey gasped out, obediently frozen, his bowed legs trembling as I reached for the soap. Because he was playful, as well as delicious—he did manage one last barb. "I thought you said no soap."

I snorted out a laugh, coating my fingers with the substance, before sliding a soapy hand down the broad line of his back. "That was before I knew what you were doing with it."

Jeffrey shivered, and his nipples rubbed up against me and I was…fuck.

I was lost.

My hips jerked, pushing up against him, but I ignored my own very real need as Jeffrey laughed, low and throaty.

"You get this is weird, right?"

"Is it?" I asked, mouthing at his ear, sucking, licking the shell of it before nuzzling his throat where he was most sensitive. Earlier when I'd touched it, I'd scented the spike of arousal in the air, and it was easy enough to replicate the nibble-sucking he seemed to like so much.

He melted a little, still rigid, but twitchy soft now too. Like he couldn't decide whether he wanted to be offended or melt into me.

It made sense.

After what I'd learned about him, I knew how difficult trust was for him to give.

"I mean…" Jeffrey managed, voice throaty soft. "I…"

"It's not weird," I countered, even though it probably was. I was certain, however, that touching him like this, taking care of him like this, was not as odd as he thought it was. I may have been a virgin before we met, but that didn't mean I was an idiot.

I had instincts.

And my instincts were telling me that Jeffrey wanted this.

When my soapy fingers ran over his ribs and his hips, he wheezed, his cock leaking a steady stream against my thigh. He jerked his hips forward a little, looking for friction. His sweet bitch-cock left a sticky trail along the denim of my jeans and I growled, teeth digging hard into his throat so that he would be still so I could work.

"Oh fuck," Jeffrey sighed, sagging the moment I bit down.

I rumbled my pleasure, unwilling to release him yet as I soaped up his cock and gave it a few, sudsy strokes. His hips stayed submissively in place, despite the pressure, but he still whined, his sweet little knees quaking like he was having a hard time standing up. Which was incredibly flattering—especially from a man who was so terrified of being vulnerable.

I held Jeffrey still with my teeth, his body lax and sweet as I teased and trailed my fingers over him, soaping and sudsing his lovely balls, then back behind them. By the time I pressed a finger to his pucker, he was panting, his chest jerking with each ragged breath.

I pulled back to check on him—and what I saw made my knot swell and my cock jerk inside my jeans.

Jeffrey was…a mess.

His eyes were glazed over, dark with heat. He was shaking and trembling—this time from pleasure. There were no demons in his eyes, there was no murkiness to his scent.

Simply put, my freckled prince was entirely focused on me.

His soapy cock pushed against my thigh again and I grinned, staring down at him through my lashes as he made a hurt little sound. Lost. Like he was begging his alpha to help him find his way home.

"Such a pretty bitch," I said softly, voice low and crackling with heat. "Such a pretty, pretty bitch. Aren't you, sweetheart?"

Jeffrey whined and I gave his hole another tap before withdrawing my hand.

His eyes widened—alarmed—like he thought the fact I was moving was a punishment for not agreeing outright. "Yes," he gasped, ever the people-pleaser. "Yes—yes. I-I am."

I'd never heard him so eager.

I liked it.

Maybe too much.

"Yes you are, Alpha ," I corrected him, stroking up his inner thigh and across his hip to his ass so I'd have a better angle. I hadn't meant to punish him—I'd simply been moving so I could reach better—but his response to what he perceived as punishment was more than a little telling.

"Yes, I am, Alpha," Jeffrey echoed, voice quaking.

"You're what?" I asked, groaning as I fondled one of his thick ass cheeks and the muscle gave beneath my fingers.

"I'm…a pretty bitch." Jeffrey's voice quaked. His scent was happy-good-need, and I groaned, diving into his throat again, my teeth digging in hard to reward him as my fingers found his twitching entrance. It gave beneath my touch, like it was trying to suck me inside, and I rubbed and rubbed and rubbed—softening the muscle.

He'd need to be relaxed if he was going to take more.

Fantasies danced behind my lids.

Fantasies of the day I'd have him whining and wet, sobbing as he rode my knot. Fat with my cum and leaking, my pretty, pretty bitch.

If he had been a wolf I would've mated him already. He would wear my mark on the back of his neck, and our bond would've been tightly knotted. He would be back home in our pack, and I wouldn't be playing here—pretending like he wasn't everything I'd ever wanted. Like he wasn't it for me.

I forced those thoughts aside, instead focusing on the beautiful man in my arms. On the way he scratched at my forearms, raking trails up them—trails that healed the moment they rose. His legs were quaking, his hole sucking at my fingers.

When I pushed inside, he gasped, shame coloring his scent.

So I bit down harder on his neck. Hard enough I felt the skin begin to give. He was human. We couldn't bond—so I didn't worry as my teeth marked him, my index finger sinking in to the first knuckle.

"F-fuck," Jeffrey hissed out, his back arching toward my hand, his voice quaky and soft.

I growled in agreement.

Because yes.

I wanted to fuck as much as he did.

His ass gave beneath my fingers easily. I knew it was because he played with himself—when I was here in my wolfskin I could often hear him in the shower, whining into the tile while he fucked himself. The slick slip-slide of fingers tucking into all that warm-wet-pink.

The same warm-wet-pink that I was currently stretching.

"M-Mutt," Jeffrey managed, his voice low and husky. "Please, Alpha."

He begged so prettily, so I had no choice but to give in. I knew what he wanted even without smelling him. So I pulled my fingers free, my teeth too. Lapping at the bruise I'd made, I grabbed on to his hips and jerked him around so he was facing the tile wall. The bow of his hips was gorgeous from the back, as was the curve of his ass.

I licked my lips, dropped to my knees, and pulled his cheeks apart. Water slid over the long line of his gorgeous body, cascading between his ass cheeks and washing the soap away.

"Oh fuck," Jeffrey's voice cracked as I grabbed a cheek in each hand and spread them wide. The pink of his hole winked at me, and I groaned, diving in tongue first. I ate him with a ferocity I'd never felt—not even when shifted. Long swipes, rough rubs, twisting, pressing, sliding in.

And when his little hole twitched and clenched around me, and his hard nipples were pressed against the chill tile, I reached up to slide a finger in alongside my wriggling tongue.

"Oh fuck," Jeffrey repeated, lower this time, his hips humping back against my face. "Just like that—yeah—" he gasped. "Just—mmm. Deeper, I need—" I pushed in deeper and he sobbed. Then he fumbled for something on the shelf. A bottle of something I didn't recognize.

He jerked it back toward me, and I growled at him, my tongue vibrating inside his ass.

"Fingers, lube. Fuck. Please—" Jeffrey managed.

I didn't know what a lube was, but I didn't like that he was bossing me around with it.

"Mutt," Jeffrey quaked. "Trust me. Please. Put this on your fingers, and then you can really fuck me." His voice was thready and low. "Fuck me hard enough I'm sore and thinking about you tomorrow."

He was my good, clever mate so I trusted him. I took the bottle, pulled my fingers free—despite his whining—and coated them in the odd slippery substance. When I pushed inside next he howled. It was easy. Too easy. I slipped further than I had before, and my cock jerked as I stared at his sweet pink rim spreading for my finger.

"Oh," I said simply, my soggy tail whipping against the lip of the tub.

"Oh," Jeffrey repeated, reverent, his back bowed as he pushed back against me.

And then I fucked him.

I fucked him hard. One finger, two, my tongue—then all three. Eating him the way he deserved to be eaten. His sweet little cock leaked uselessly against the tile as he humped my face, scratching at the tile with blunt nails.

It was difficult to hold back, to not pop my claws, but I managed.

Grunting and growling, I slurped and sucked, pushing a third finger into him till he was howling.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck."

And then he came.

Untouched.

His freckled, pretty dick spilled as he grabbed my hair and ground his ass back against my tongue and fingers. He was a sweaty, shaking mess as I softened my sucking, releasing his hole with a slick little pop, but leaving my fingers inside as I rose from my spot on the floor and crowded behind him.

With my free hand I grabbed his face, jerking it till I could see one of his eyes, and the dazed, fucked-out expression on his face.

" Mine ," I growled, jerking my fingers inside him again, enjoying the way he sobbed and his lashes fluttered in surrender, probably way too much.

"Y-yours," he replied, voice hoarse. "Yours, Alpha."

"You are so good," I told him, because he needed to hear it. Even if he didn't believe it. Even if he hated compliments—he still deserved them. "So pretty, so sweet, so noble. Perfect, perfect."

Jeffrey whined, clenching around my fingers, his body lax as I kissed his parted lips. When he didn't open as quickly as I wanted him to, I licked them, just to feel their softness. He groaned, opening wider—wide enough I could slip inside. I explored then, toying with his useless blunt little teeth. Rubbing along his tongue, enjoying the texture and shape of him. Eating him here as eagerly as I'd eaten his ass.

His hole clenched around my fingers every time I twisted my tongue against his, so I did it again. And again. And again.

When I pulled out of his mouth, a slick trail of saliva connected us, and my wolf crowed in triumph, burning right at the surface.

"Do you have a knot?" Jeffrey asked me, his voice fucked-out and soft. There was nothing behind the words, no fear, no revulsion, no shame. He was fuzzy and sweet, my perfect, pretty mate-mate-mate.

His scent was aroused-sated-happy.

My cock jerked and I groaned, the combination of how docile he was and his filthy words sending me spinning.

"Yes," my voice was hoarse and low, my knot burning with the need to lock into something tight and hot and wet.

"Can I…lick it?"

And then it was my turn to burn.

Because Jeffrey was reaching for my wrist, gently pulling my fingers free. And he was twisting around and falling to his knees. And then his hands were at my zipper, and I was—Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh .

My head tossed back as that slick, hot little mouth wrapped experimentally around the tip of my cock. Precum leaked onto his clever tongue, spilling wet-hot-salt as I forced my head down to stare so I wouldn't miss a single moment.

No one had ever touched me before.

Ever.

And it was…

Oh fuck.

Oh fuck.

"You're big," Jeffrey said around his mouthful of my dick, still hazy, his lashes fluttering. "I like big."

I whined, claws popping free as I scrambled at the wall for purchase. I knew if I reached down and grabbed him I'd likely break him—so I didn't. Didn't want to scratch up his pretty scalp, or crush him as I found pleasure inside his mouth.

This was better than anything I'd ever done to myself.

And trust me…since we'd met—I'd done a lot.

Spent any night he wasn't around me with my hand down my pants and my cock wet, slick, needy.

"Oh." Jeffrey's voice was surprised, but not in a bad way as he peeled the pants lower and off and he caught sight of my knot for the first time. The water had run warm, and I was grateful—because my body felt overheated as it was. "It's kinda…"

I whined as he traced a single solitary finger around the engorged ring at the base of my dick. "It's kinda pretty," he said softly, mouthing at the root, as he toyed with me curiously. His tongue flattened, tasting it like he'd promised. Then he slid up again, far too soon.

"Squeeze it," I begged, hips jerking. "Please—" Apparently it was my turn to beg. "Please," I repeated, voice low and rough. "Please, please?—"

Jeffrey squeezed my knot, his long, lovely fingers wrapping tight. I whined, rutting forward, my eyes rolling back as hot slick cum spilled all over his lovely face. That was all it took. One tight squeeze from his sweet, big hand and I was?—

"Oh, oh—" I sobbed, rutting against his face, pushing my cum into his hair and over his cheek, my balls emptying for what felt like centuries. He hadn't needed to lick it, after all.

By the time I finished, Jeffrey was coated.

My wolf rumbled his approval, and I groaned, staring down at my mate with rapturous amazement as he lapped at the tip of my cock, pink little tongue teasing beneath my foreskin like he wanted to taste.

I wasn't sure when I'd stopped trying not to call him my mate in my head, but I had.

"Not bad," he said softly, voice low and rough. "Kinda messy but?—"

I yanked him up to his feet, shoving him into the wall, my claws pricking at his hips as I bit and licked and sucked my way into his mouth. My spent cock pushed against his belly, our half-limp dicks pressing together as I devoured him.

It felt natural to eat him.

To taste our flavors together.

To mingle our scents like I did when I was in my wolfskin.

I swiped my fingers through my cum first, then his, then rubbed it over his skin. Over his cock and balls, down to his taint. Over his nipples—which I plucked till they were swollen—and then up to his lips.

I fed the last precious drops of our pleasure to him, and Jeffrey simply groaned.

His eyes were as dark as ever, his long lashes fluttering.

"Taste it," I growled, jerking his jaw open and pressing my cum-covered fingers against his tongue. He lapped at them obediently, eyes rolling back as he whined.

He liked this.

He liked this as much as I did.

My perfect match.

My mate, mate, mate.

I had been naive to think I could leave him alone.

That I would survive with only one night of this.

I'd been wrong.

So wrong.

And as Jeffrey lapped at our combined cum, I knew there was no giving this up. I'd rather be put down than live my life without him.