Twenty-One Wyatt

I'd been lying in my bed, wide awake, for the past three hours. It was strange to be sleeping alone after spending so much time with Tanner. Even so, I knew I couldn't sneak down to his room. After the things I'd said to him, I couldn't imagine he wanted much to do with me. He was probably asleep anyway.

I doubted he hurt as much as I did, though.

Saying those things on the way home had nearly killed me. If I were human, it might have just been a hard day, something I could have moved on from eventually. But being bonded to Tanner meant that I didn't hurt as much as I felt like I'd completely gutted myself. Forcing him away from me felt like the worst possible thing that could have ever happened to me. Once he went home, I would just be a memory to him. For me, however, I'd probably spend the rest of my life wishing he'd walk back through the door, unable to make a mate bond with anyone else.

Even with my father's words echoing in my ears, I couldn't help wondering if it was all worth it. Giving up Tanner was a steep price, and I wasn't sure I was willing to part with him. Of course, it meant giving up everything. I'd have no job, no family, no pack, and no future. I'd be just like thousands of other MBA holders with no prospects.

I knew that I could join Parker's pack, of course, and that he and Oliver would remain my best friends. But could I ask Tanner to take on that kind of life? It could take weeks, months, or even a year to get everything back in order. Or, worst case scenario, I'd be stuck working minimum wage jobs for the rest of my life and get nowhere. I liked being able to take care of Tanner and myself. How could I ever ask someone to live that kind of life with me when they had a rich family back home?

Reaching up, I wiped the tear away from my cheek. I hated how fucked up everything was. Why did it have to matter that he was a guy? Or that he was human? Neither of those things should've been important. But I'd been born into a traditional pack, and old-fashioned ideas were hard-wired into my upbringing. Hell, I remembered how terribly both Parker and Oliver were treated growing up. Although I hadn't treated them like that, I was the first person to beat myself up the moment I started having feelings for Tanner.

I was just as bad as the rest of them.

But how was I going to change their minds? I had to stay in the pack if I wanted to take over the family business, and that meant saying goodbye to Tanner. That and I was fairly certain my father would have an absolute meltdown if he knew I was mated to a man. I'd heard some of the things he said about Parker and Oliver over the years, so I had a pretty good idea of where he stood. If only there were some way to prove to him that it didn't matter. That I could be successful regardless.

A thought popped into my head. At first, I brushed it away, convinced there was no way to make it work. The deal I'd made with my father earlier in the day was already an immensely difficult one that I was almost certain I wouldn't accomplish.

But… what would he do if I doubled our numbers by the end of summer?

It was an intriguing thought. If there was one thing my father always listened to, it was the almighty dollar. However, pulling off such a feat was beyond impossible. We were living through a bad market with high rates. I'd have to sell at least ten houses with lakefront property to even get close to that goal. Not to mention the dozen or so other ‘normal' homes to make up the difference.

However, if I was going to try, what would I need to pull it off?

My gaze shifted toward the stairs.

Tanner. His support would mean everything. And he needed the sales anyway. If I could run the majority of it and put the sales in his name, maybe it could be mutually beneficial. He'd been talking about a new system he'd been working on, a software that helped with client relationships. I didn't understand much of what he'd said, but the basic idea sounded good. Maybe… maybe it would help.

There was only one way to find out. I threw my legs over the side of the bed and pushed myself up. My heart rate increased as the thought of keeping him close raced through my brain. I was already going to lose him if I did nothing, so there was no sense in not taking a wild bet.

I had to try.

Practically running down the stairs, I sped down the hall and threw Tanner's door open without knocking. To my surprise, I found the light already on and him sitting up in bed, a laptop balanced on his knees.

He was completely naked.

"Uh…" I stammered, practically licking him with my eyes. "Sorry. I should have… knocked, I guess."

He stared at me for half a moment, his body relaxing eventually. "It's fine." He moved his laptop to the side and pulled the blankets up over his waist. "Did you need something?"

"I… uh… wanted to talk to you."

I took a deep breath through my nose, his vanilla scent filling my senses. Already, I could feel the blood pooling in my groin once more, my gym shorts tented obviously in front of him. A brief glance was all it took to get me going.

Crossing the room to his bed, I watched him recoil for a second but then lean forward. The blanket fell a bit, exposing the tuft of dark hair just above his cock. I sat on the edge of the bed, reaching out and running a finger over his olive skin. He was so beautiful.

What had I come in here for again?

"Wyatt?" he asked, looking up at me with those warm brown eyes. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine…" I muttered. But I shook my head and grabbed the sides of his face, pulling him in for a deep kiss. "No, I'm not okay," I added, pulling back. "I need to talk to you."

"About what?" he asked breathlessly.

"Tomorrow," I replied, kissing him again. "But right now… I need you."

"Mhmm," he mumbled, throwing his arms around my neck.

And that was all it took. The moment I had him in my arms, I couldn't even fathom resisting him. His soft skin touching mine, the rush of pheromones from his pores, and the way those lust-filled eyes gazed up at me was far too much to turn away. Everything about him was beautiful. For the first time, I realized those thoughts were truly mine. It was no longer the mate bond holding us together. It was our mutual feelings that kept bringing us back to one another.

I paused for a moment, his face held in my hands.

"I'm not going to let you go," I said.

"But… in the car… you said…"

"I know what I said, and it was stupid," I replied, gripping him tighter. "Will you give me another chance?"

His eyes darted back and forth for a moment before he gave a slight nod. "Yes."

In a flash, I was straddling his hips, and my shorts quickly tossed to the floor. Both of us were already rock hard, our cocks grinding together as I kissed him again and again. Precum leaked from us both, the slick sensation sending tingles up my spine. I moaned into his mouth, rocking my hips back and forth. But it wasn't enough.

Without warning, I reached back and grabbed his thick cock, stuffing it between my cheeks. The precum was more than enough lube as I pushed his crown against my hole, savoring the waves of pleasure rushing through my body. I couldn't get enough of him.

Ambition overtook sense as I leaned back, the head of his cock slipping past my ring with a small pop. I groaned loudly, arching my back as I stared up at the ceiling. The mixture of pain and pleasure was perfect. Precum oozed out of my cock, resting against Tanner's belly, proof that I was ravenous for his touch.

"Fuck, you're tight," Tanner gasped, his hips shifting underneath me as he pushed himself deeper inside. "I love being inside you."

"Your thick cock is perfect," I purred back, leaning down to his ear. "Breed me whenever you want. Every morning if you like."

He nibbled at my neck. "Only if you return the favor."

"Always."

Tanner reached up, grabbing my hips and forcing my ass further down. His throbbing cock slipped deeper and deeper, stretching my tight hole to the max. Even after weeks of fucking him, I was still getting used to how massive he was. Each time he fucked me, I was deeply impressed at how easily he took my own cock. Not that either of us could help ourselves. When we were that close, there was no holding back.

Following his lead, I began to grind my hips back and forth, riding his cock with all the gusto I could muster. The ridge of his crown bounced over my prostate, again and again, sending waves of pleasure through my body. The friction was exquisite, and I could help but to pick up the pace, wanting more and more of his cock deep inside me. With every movement, I felt the familiar warmth filling my belly. I knew I wasn't going to last long. But judging by the amount of squirming he was doing beneath me and the grip of his fingers, he wasn't going to either.

"Fuck baby," I moaned, grinding my ass in a circular motion. "That cock feels so fucking good…"

"Take every last inch, slut."

I paused for a moment, surprised by the word but more enthralled by the feeling of it sinking into my skin. My cheeks flushed red, and I realized I… I liked it.

"Oh…" he hummed, pushing me down further on his cock. "You like that, huh?" He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close as he continued to stroke himself with my hole. "I bet you want my load real bad, don't you?"

I nodded as I bit my lower lip. "Mhmm."

"Then I guess you're gonna have to work for it," he smirked. Letting me go, he leaned back on the bed and laced his fingers behind his back. "Milk out every last drop with that tight ass of yours."

It was as if something wild inside of me had been set free. The moment the words left his lips, I was riding him harder than I ever had before. I wanted his cum… no… I needed it, and nothing was going to stop me from getting it. Even with the smug look on his face, I knew I would get what I wanted. I'd prove it to him.

"Fuck yes," he moaned, nodding as he watched me bounce up and down. "Ride that fat cock like the slut you are."

I complied immediately, his words turning me on more than I thought possible. My muscles burned as I bounced on his cock, intent on milking his thick cock until he spilled his load deep inside me.

I just wasn't sure if I'd last that long.

With every bounce, my dick slapped against his belly, the precum pouring out of me. The friction was just enough to tease me, but with his cock grinding against my prostate, I was nearly overwhelmed.

At last, I realized there was no sense holding it back any longer. My body tensed, my hole tightening around his rock-hard shaft.

"Fuck… I'm gonna… I'm…"

"Don't stop," he growled, his own body tensing beneath me.

I did as I was told. With my head tipped back, I kept the pace going as my orgasm built to a head. With a cry, I felt my cock throb, cum shooting across Tanner's chest. An intense wave of pleasure washed over me as I came over and over again. But, true to my word, I didn't stop. My hole pulsed around his throbbing cock, begging to be filled.

And I didn't have to wait long.

With a deep growl, Tanner's hands flew to my hips as he forced me down one last time. He tensed beneath me, his balls drawing tight against his body. One final thrust was all it took before I felt the heat flooding my insides. His cock throbbed wildly, each pulse spilling more of his seed deep inside me.

My vision swam as the tension left my body. All at once I felt myself sway, and I collapsed into his arms, his cock still firmly wedged inside me. A wave of exhaustion washed over me, followed by endorphins. Everything was perfect, lying there in his arms. It was where I always wanted to be, no matter what. As much as I wanted to express that to him, I knew I was quickly heading toward sleep, and nothing was going to stop me.

Just before I passed out, I heard myself speak.

"I love you, Tanner…" I murmured, my voice fading as the world around me faded away.