Deke's jaw sagged open, his head tilting upward as Luther continued toward him. He took a step backward, but his back landing against something hard, a tree trunk from the feel of it, instantly stopped his retreat.
Luther kept coming until he pressed his naked chest against Deke's shirt-clad one. The shifter spread his legs a bit to even out their heights. He lifted his arms and gripped Deke's waist in a loose hold, his thumbs rubbing back and forth over his hip bones. Panting softly, Deke stared into Luther's blue eyes.
Holding his gaze for a couple of seconds, Luther's eyes narrowed. He lowered his gaze to Deke's shoulder and grumbled, "I don't like that vampire's smell on you."
Luther tipped his head forward and tucked his nose against Deke's neck. On instinct, Deke tilted his head. Growling softly, Luther rubbed his face along Deke's neck, moving his cheek and chin over the same location Lex had not that long ago. This time, though, Deke's body instantly responded, going from half-hard to full mast in his jeans.
Deke gasped, "Wh-what are you doing?"
"Fixing the problem," Luther snapped.
"Uh, Luther?" Frankie stepped into Deke's line of sight. "Should I, um, leave you alone with Deke?"
"Yes," Luther replied.
In the same instant, Deke squeaked, "No."
Luther growled and lifted his head, pinning him with a sharp gaze. "You think I would harm you?"
Deke instantly shook his head. "No. I'm afraid I'll ask you to fuck me with that big dick of yours. God, you're hung." Shit! He couldn't believe he'd said that, but damn was it true. His ass clenched, wanting to feel the hard prick currently digging into his stomach reaming his ass.
Letting out a low growl, Luther smirked, his eyes alight with something feral. "I can certainly do that."
"Okay," Frankie responded, chuckling. "I suppose you're in good hands then, Deke." Frankie looked at Luther. "You'll make sure Deke gets home, right, Luther?"
Sliding his gaze away from Deke, Luther peered at the other shifter. "I will take care of my mate from now on," he claimed gruffly. "We'll be along to your house to pick up his things in a few hours."
Deke gaped, indignation rising. Moving his hands from where he'd instinctively placed them on Luther's sides, he ran them up to his pecs and pushed, hard. Still, it barely moved the man, but it did regain his attention.
"You can't just pin me to a tree, say we're mates, and think you can run my life," Deke snapped. "I have my own life. It might be shitty sometimes, but I get to decide!"
Luther's jaw tensed. He cut a gaze toward a still waiting, now frowning, Frankie. "Leave."
Frankie still looked uncertain, glancing between them, but he did take a step backward. Finally, he looked at Deke and offered, "Let him put his scent on you, then tell him again. He's a little, um-" His brows crinkled, struggling with what he seemed to want to say. "Someone else's scent is on you and he's been denying your mating for months, so he's-"
When Frankie paused again, Deke nodded. "I get it." He didn't like it, but he got it. "His wolf's possessive mating urges have taken over, haven't they?"
A relieved grin creased Frankie's face. "Right!" He lifted a hand, palm out, as if to reassure. "Don't worry, though. He won't hurt you."
Deke nodded. "I'll see you later, Frankie."
Frankie nodded back, then turned away and started jogging through the forest.
Once Frankie had disappeared, Deke focused on Luther. Keeping his tone even, he stated, "I may be a skinny, little twink, but I just ran away from a man trying to run my life." He held Luther's blue-eyed gaze steadily as he finished calmly, "Mate or not, I won't allow you that control, either."
Luther stared at him for what felt like an eternity, but was probably only a few seconds. He blinked once, twice, then the odd light in his eyes disappeared. He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing.
Then, to Deke's shock, Luther wrapped his arms around him and pulled him into a tight embrace. He tucked his face against Deke's neck and nuzzled him. "Forgive me," he whispered. "Please, forgive me."
Uncertain what he should do, Deke returned the man's embrace. He gently petted Luther's back and mumbled, "It's okay."
Chapter Four
Shame flooded Luther, and he clutched Deke to him. He held his mate tightly, whispering his apologies. He'd never forced himself on anyone, and for his wolf to attempt it now, never had he felt such remorse.
"No, it's not okay," Luther muttered. Lifting his head, he hated the look of concern in Deke's eyes. Luther should be the one checking that Deke was okay. Fuck! Easing his hold a bit, Luther straightened and peered down at his mate. "What I was trying to force was wrong. You're absolutely right. I didn't mean to force you in any way. I-"
Luther grimaced and flushed, his blood heating at his thoughts. Knowing he had to be forthright, he admitted, "Between smelling Lex all over you, setting off my wolf's desire to mark you, combined with how long I've been trying to come to grips with Fate choosing you as my mate, I just-" Luther groaned. "And fuck! You admitted you want my dick in your ass."
"Probably not the best thing for me to say under the circumstances," Deke whispered. "Guess neither one of us has a clear head right now, huh?"
Meeting his mate's searching gaze, Luther smiled. "I suppose not." He rubbed one hand up and down Deke's spine as he kept the other solidly around his mate's waist. "Can I take you home, so we can talk about this?"
Deke shook his head, his expression serious.
Luther's hand froze on his mate's upper back. Was Deke denying him after all? "No?"
Deke shook his head again. "No. No talking. You can take me home and fuck me though."
His jaw sagging open, Luther gaped at him. "Y-you want to-" Lust and need for this man heated Luther from the inside out. "Just like that?"
Deke bucked his hips, pressing his groin against Luther's throbbing prick. "I don't think so well when I'm horny," he told him. "How about we fuck, take the edge off, then you can tell me why the sudden turnaround?"
At the talk of fucking, Luther's balls had begun to tighten. The base of his spine tingled. Just holding his mate and having him speak so bluntly about screwing had Luther on a razor's edge.
"Shit," Luther muttered. "It's been too long," he admitted, shivers racking him. "Not since Vegas, and I don't think I can wait."
"Mmm," Deke purred. He grinned at Luther, his green eyes bright, not hiding his attraction one bit. "How about this, then, big guy," he whispered. "You promise no biting on our first fuck, and I'll blow you, then suck you until you're hard again, then let you pound my empty, needy ass."
Groaning, Luther's hips bucked. His balls pulled tight. "Yes," he gasped. "I can promise that." Hell, he'd promise anything to be able to fulfill the images Deke sent running through his head.
No biting. Yeah, I can do that.
If he had to clench his jaw shut and tear up the inside of his own mouth, he'd make sure it happened.
Taking Luther at his word, Deke dropped to his knees before him. Without any other warning, Deke gripped his hip with his left hand, the base of his nearly painful cock with his right hand, and angled it down for his mouth. Deke opened wide and swallowed Luther to the root.
Luther couldn't help it. He was too on the edge and seeing his mate on his knees servicing him, feeling the hot cavern of his mouth and the strong sucking pulls on his sensitive shaft, then to have Deke lodge his sensitive glans into his throat and swallow … nirvana. Roaring, Luther came.
His balls tight to his body, Luther jerked as his cum blasted from him into his mate's waiting mouth. His dick twitched and jerked in the confines of Deke's mouth, his seed escaping, sending jolts of bliss through his body.
Deke hummed, expressing his own pleasure and making Luther's shaft vibrate at the same time. Luther threaded his fingers through Deke's hair and pulled his head back a little bit, so he could pull partway out. Even with bliss already pinging through his system, the sight of Deke's lips stretched wide around his prick sent a fresh bolt of lust through him. He rocked his hips, watching his spit-slicked erection slide between his mate's pink lips.
"Oh, Gods," Luther whined. "So pretty."