"Easy, Deke," Luther rumbled throatily. "We do much more than that and neither of us will get cleaned up and I do have plans for us this evening."
"Y-yeah, okay," Deke agreed. He really did want to clean up. "You mind if I shower?"
Luther winked. "Feel free to come out naked. I haven't had the chance to explore you, yet."
Heat flushing his neck and face, Deke took a step backward, then another. He reached for the fly of his jeans as he moved. He unbuttoned just enough to show off the top of his pubic bush … and the crown of his weeping dick.
His eyes widening, Luther's nostrils flared. He growled.
Deke grinned, liking that he could affect the other man so. "Be right back," he teased, turning and giving his ass a wiggle so the jeans slid down to reveal a bit more of his globes with each step.
By the time Deke reached the bathroom, he heard Luther's groan as he complained, "Gonna be the death of me, sexy mate."
As Deke went about cleaning up-and he had to stand at the toilet thinking unsexy thoughts way too long so he could finally ease the ache in his bladder-he half expected Luther to join him. When the wolf shifter didn't, Deke finished his wash quickly, wanting to see what else the man had in mind.
When Deke opened the door, he found Luther lounging on the bed. The comforter had been shoved to the foot of the bed and his lover lay sprawled on the navy blue sheet. Completely naked, Luther lay with his left hand behind his head where it rested on the pillow. He had his legs spread, and with his right hand, he slowly stroked his ridged dick.
Luther pulled his left hand from behind his head and held it out. "Come here, mate. I have news."
Deke moved toward the bed. After crawling onto it, he took Luther's hand. His mate released his own prick and gripped Deke's waist, guiding him, until he lay on the other man between his legs, pressed together from groin to chest. Deke shivered at the intimate contact.
Cupping his jaw with his left hand, Luther gripped Deke's ass firmly with the right one, effectively holding him in place. "I need to tell you something, Deke," Luther murmured, holding his gaze with his serious expression.
Concern filling him, Deke rested his elbows on the sheets on either side of Luther's upper arms and gripped his shoulders with his hands. "What is it?"
"I talked with Leo," Luther told him. "He already spoke with one of our pack's hackers. Raul Braga. Raul tracked Michael's credit cards and his purchases indicate that he's headed this way."
Deke felt his breath hitch in his throat as fear filled him. "Really?"
"Afraid so. And that's not all."
"There's more?" Deke squeaked. He'd be embarrassed if his body wasn't starting to shake with panic.
"Yes," Luther whispered. He moved his hand from Deke's jaw around to his back and began smoothing it up and down his spine. "I spoke with Frankie, too. They were in town for supper this evening and Dirk is certain he spotted Michael. He recognized him and the guy's sedan."
Deke whimpered. He lowered his head to Luther's shoulder and shivered. "What am I going to do?"
"I'll tell you what you're going to do," Luther rumbled into his ear. "You're going to reach down and touch my hole."
Snapping his head up, Deke gaped at the man. "What?"
Seeing the feral light in Luther's eyes, feeling the man's hands on his body, stroking and soothing, squeezing and massaging, Deke shuddered. Luther grinned. "Go ahead, my mate," Luther urged. "I know you want to." He spread his legs even wider. "Reach down and touch my taint. Tell me what you feel."
Just like that, Deke felt his cock thickening right back up. Unable to help himself, he obeyed. Deke reached down and cupped Luther's balls, rolling the hard orbs for just a second-earning a hiss from his lover-before moving on and reaching lower.
When he felt the slick fluid coating Luther's anus, Deke's gaze returned to his lover's face. Unable to help himself, he slid a finger into the shifter. He felt little resistance, his digit instantly surrounded by slick heat, so he added a second. Crooking his fingers, Deke searched for that pleasurable spot.
Luther grunted under him, his body jerking.
Deke returned his focus to his lover's face as he finger-fucked the man. Luther groaned and growled, his chest heaving. A feral grin on his face, Luther rocked into Deke's penetration. "Got myself ready while you were in the shower," he ground out through gritted teeth.
"Why?" Deke managed to pant. His prick throbbed, aching where he unconsciously rutted against his lover's thigh. He added another finger, amazed to feel this big man's body give to his pressure, easily accepting his ministrations.
"Everyone needs to feel in control sometime, my mate, and I can give this to you."
Affection for Luther filled Deke, amazed at the gift he was handing him. His doubts about the man beneath him faded to be replaced with the greatest wonder. "I can have you?"
Luther chuckled roughly. "Oh, Deke," he murmured, his hands never staying in the same place as they petted and coaxed Deke's body into an inferno of need. "You already have me. Be warned, though, while you fill me with that pretty cock of yours, I have every intention of biting you and completing the bonding process." Finally, his hands stilled. "Can you handle that?"
Awe filled Deke that Luther would give him this. His lover had expressed his fears, explaining that he'd never bottomed. Yet, still, Luther was willing to do this for him, recognizing Deke's need. He wanted to belong to this man with every fiber of his being.
Meeting Luther's passion-darkened blue eyes, Deke grinned. "Oh, yes. I can handle that."
Luther growled, his hands cupping Deke's ass. "Then do it."
His cock aching, his balls already pulled dangerously tight, Deke needed no further urging. Adjusting his hips, he felt his sensitive glans bounce against Luther's balls as he pulled his fingers free. He wrapped his slick fingers around himself and swiped once, twice, coating himself. Then, he guided his prick to his lover's waiting hole.
Deke pushed. His erection slid past the tight ring of muscle. Whimpering his pleasure, Deke continued to move, rutting slowly, trying not to hurt Luther even as his own urge to thrust, to get deeper, to feel his lover encase his throbbing prick, kept him moving. Finally, Deke felt his balls nestle against the crack of Luther's ass and he managed to still his hips.
Shudders of pleasure worked through Deke, radiating out from his groin and through his entire body. His balls ached deliciously, threatening his imminent release.
Prying his eyes open-Deke wasn't certain when he'd closed them-he peered down at the amazing man beneath him. "Wow."
Luther grinned up at him, no hint of pain or discomfort in his expression. "Yeah," he purred. "Wow." Holding Deke tight, he lifted his legs and wrapped them around Deke's waist. "Fuck me, mate."
Groaning, Deke could do little else. He pulled his cock almost all the way out, then drove into his lover. Instincts long suppressed surged through him, and Deke rutted into his mate over and over. Knowing he wouldn't last long, he managed to adjust his angle and peg his lover's gland on every move.
Grunting, Luther rocked with him, accepting each rut. "Fuck," he growled into Deke's ear. "I'm so close. Give it to me. Fill me with your seed."
Deke screamed as his orgasm burned through him like a flash fire. His balls emptied and his dick swelled, coating Luther's rectum with his seed.
"That's it," Luther all but hissed. "Making you mine."
That was all the warning Deke received before sharp teeth settled at the point where his shoulder met his neck and sank into him. Pain caused his body to jolt, followed by the most blissful wave of pleasure. Dark spots danced behind his vision as Deke became aware of the warm wetness coating his stomach. His own dick spurted again, filling Luther's chute with several more bursts of his cum.
"Luther," Deke slurred, too blissed to think of anything but the heady endorphins pinging through his system.
His lover hummed, licking his neck. Then, he muttered into his ear, "My mate."
"Yeah." To Deke, nothing sounded better.
Chapter Ten
Luther strode through the small, one bedroom apartment.
"So, how much hot water are you going to be in for coming and clearing out his apartment on your own?"
Turning, Luther spotted Jared lounging in the only comfortable-looking chair in the shabby place. He just managed to hold back his frown. Luther had asked the man for his help, after all. Well, him and his mate, Carson.