"Did you find anyone?" Please, Apollo silently begged the powers that be, please let Grayson have found someone alive. He needed that connection more than he needed air.
"Only three," Grayson whispered. "Everyone else was dead."
"How many survived, Grayson?" Iben would need that information.
"The three that I found, myself, Brandon, and five pups."
Apollo almost cried out in denial when he quickly did the math in his head. "Ten?" he murmured. "Only ten survived out of thirty?"
Grayson sniffled again and nodded. "I hid them in an abandoned house about twenty miles from here."
That piqued Apollo's interest. "Why here?"
"Brandon overheard the men that attacked the pack talking. They were sent by the council to eradicate our pack. He was never able to find out why, but he heard enough to make him wary of going to the council for help. Word out on pack lines is that Alpha Ibenré Khenti doesn't kowtow to the council."
Apollo snickered. "No, he doesn't. Not even for his father, who is a member of the council."
Grayson's shoulders stiffened, panic covering his face. "His father is a member of the council?"
"Elder Khenti is one of the good guys."
Grayson looked skeptical.
"I wouldn't lie to you, Grayson."
"Why not? I lied to you."
"No, you didn't lie." Apollo was finally calm enough to admit that. "I don't like the fact that you didn't tell me everything from the very beginning, but you didn't lie to me."
Grayson's massive shoulders moved as he shrugged. "Omission is as good as a lie."
"I'm glad you understand that, but under the circumstances, I'm willing to let this go just as long as you promise to never withhold anything from me again."
Grayson's beautiful smoky blue eyes blinked up at Apollo. "I've never bottomed before."
Apollo couldn't swallow fast enough as drool pooled in his mouth. "Ever?" he squeaked even as his body ignited with lust and started to burn.
"No one ever looks at me and says ‘now there's a bottom boy.' They all just assume I'm a top, so guys who top never make passes at me. They just try and start fights with me. Only guys that prefer to bottom make passes at me, and then they do this submissive thing that drives me insane."
"Because you want to be dominated?" Apollo asked as he stroked his fingers along the edge of Grayson's firm jaw.
Grayson's face flushed. "I wouldn't mind it."
"Then you're in good hands because I love dominating my lovers."
Grayson's head snapped up, a deep throaty growl coming from him. "Mate!" Fire burned in his eyes as he dared Apollo to disagree with him.
Apollo just grinned. "You smell fucking fantastic, mate," he murmured as he rubbed his nose against Grayson's warm skin.
"N – no one's told me I smelled fantastic before," Grayson whispered.
"I love the way you smell." Apollo started alternating between sniffing Grayson's skin and licking it. Grayson tasted as good as he smelled. Apollo wanted to start at the top and lick his way down to the bottom. And then maybe lick his way back up.
Apollo gently edged Grayson down onto his back on the mattress and started pulling his cotton shirt up his stomach. He wanted more skin.
When Grayson's shirt was up around his armpits, Apollo moved from the man's neck to his chest. He latched his lips onto one of Grayson's dark-hued nipples. The cry that fell from Grayson's lips made Apollo's cock rock hard.
Had anything ever sounded so erotic?
"Arms up, baby," Apollo said as he tugged the shirt up. He definitely needed more skin, preferably naked skin from head to toe. Once Grayson lifted his arms, Apollo whipped the shirt off over his head and tossed it on the floor.
He started to reach for the zipper on Grayson's jeans when he noticed the lower lip caught between Grayson's teeth. He instantly stopped what he was doing and cupped the side of Grayson's pale face.
"Grayson, you're okay with this, aren't you?" Apollo asked, his arousal taking a nosedive at the nervousness displayed on Grayson's face. "I won't do anything you don't want me to do. If you're not into this, just say so, and I'll stop."
"No! I just … " Grayson's eyes darted away. "Can you go slow?"
Apollo grinned. "I can go as slow as you need me to, baby."
He reached down and unzipped Grayson's jeans. Moving over to stand next to the side of the bed, Apollo grabbed the legs of Grayson's pants and pulled them down his legs. His legs were huge, long, and thick like tree trunks. Apollo could just imagine them wrapped around his waist as he pounded into the man.
Hot damn!
Apollo could feel Grayson watching him as he stripped the man's clothes off. He slowed down, taking his time. He was horny as hell and just wanted to get to the fucking part of things, but if Grayson needed him to go slow, he'd fucking go slow.
Once he was naked-and Grayson was panting-Apollo climbed up on the end of the bed between Grayson's legs. He stroked his hand down one of thigh, awed at how hairy Grayson was.
Apollo pushed himself up Grayson's body until he reached the hard cock jutting out from Grayson's groin. He grabbed Grayson's thighs and pushed them up so he could get a better angle then made one long lick with his tongue from Grayson's perineum to the top of his cock.
"Oh, fucking hell!" Grayson shouted as he thrust his hips into the air.
The man really did taste fantastic. He could lick Grayson all day long and be a very happy man. Apollo used his tongue to bathe Grayson's body, moving back and forth between his ass and his cock.
After a few moments, Apollo licked his fingers then started applying pressure, slowly inserting them into Grayson's ass, one at a time. By the time Grayson was humping into the air, his head thrashing about on the bed, Apollo was about ready to explode.
He couldn't for the life of him understand how Grayson hadn't found a mate before now. He was the most responsive man Apollo had ever seen. Apollo knew exactly when he hit a sensitive spot and when he didn't. Grayson's cries and moans, and the shivers that racked his body, told Apollo everything.
Grayson was a dream.
Apollo finally lifted his head and sat up to kneel between Grayson's thighs. The sight of Grayson lying naked on the mattress with his legs spread, his skin flushed with arousal, and his mouth slightly parted as he panted was the most erotic thing Apollo had ever seen.
He stared for a moment, drinking the sight in, and then leaned over Grayson. "Come for me, baby," he whispered as he wrapped his fingers around Grayson's hard cock and quickly jerked him off. "I need you to come for me."
Apollo could see the edge of an orgasm riding Grayson hard in the widening of his smoky blue eyes. Grayson was close. Apollo quickly leaned over and covered Grayson's lips with his own, thrusting his tongue into his lover's mouth, swallowing his cry as hot spunk shot all over them.
Before Grayson could come down from his high, Apollo sat back on his knees and swiped his hand through the cum covering Grayson's stomach. He quickly lubed up his cock with the white pearly stuff then smoothed the rest of it over Grayson's hole, pushing some deep inside of him.
Once they were both ready to go, Apollo grabbed Grayson by his hips and encouraged him to roll over onto his hands and knees. He yanked Grayson's ass up into the air and lined his cock up.
Apollo took his time pushing into Grayson. His eyes nearly crossed as he watched himself sink into the man's tight hole. Grayson rippled around him, cradling his cock, holding him as if they were made to be together. His cock felt like it was sinking into a vise grip as he thrust into Grayson's tight ass.
When his balls rested against Grayson's ass, Apollo stopped and took several deep breaths. If he didn't, the show would be over before it began, and he wanted this to be the best fuck Grayson ever experienced.
"So fucking beautiful, my mate," Apollo whispered, more to himself than to Grayson. He pulled out until just the head of his cock remained in Grayson's tight grasp, then watched himself sink in again.
The image was too perfect to not watch a few times. He nearly swallowed his tongue as he watched his cock move out of Grayson's ass then sink back in. He had thought seeing Grayson all laid out on the bed was hot.
This was hotter.
The need to feel Grayson come apart in his arms was overwhelming. Apollo started thrusting harder, faster, and deeper. He could feel sweat start to build up between his shoulder blades.
As he watched, Grayson's cock began to fill until it stood up from his groin, hard and thick. Apollo's level of arousal seemed to be tied into Grayson's. The more pleasure Grayson felt, the more pleasure filled Apollo.
Grayson's body seemed to swallow him up every time he thrust into the man, squeezing him and massaging him as if that alone could get Apollo off. It just might. Apollo had never felt anything like it in his life. The more he moved, the louder Grayson became. There seemed to be a direct connection to Grayson's cries and the force of Apollo's thrusts.