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"I never meant to leave you this morning," Trent said softly. "Nor did I intend to be gone as long as I was. You know I'm a member of the Epitaphs, yes?"
Marly nodded.
"Okay, well I am actually the Sergeant of Arms of the club, which is quite an important and trusted position," Trent added when he saw the blank look on Marly's face.
"But you're an Alpha. You should be the head of the club. I thought you were."
Maybe it wasn't the position title that was confusing to his mate then, Trent thought. "Yes, but this is a human club," he explained. "They don't know what I am and as I never wanted to lead a pack of humans, I worked my way up the ranks just like anyone else. I've been with them ten years."
"So they're your pack – a human motorcycle gang?"
"You're my pack now," Trent said, keeping his voice low but sincere. He meant it. His mate didn't have any reason to trust him right now, in fact he was lucky that the man had only gone clubbing. Trent figured he might have to track his mate for miles if the man had left town. It was darned uncomfortable to be apart from a claimed mate, but it could be done. Unfortunately the pain, sadness and despair usually impacted the wolf first, and a shifter without his animal spirit might just as well be dead.
"That's what I thought too, until this morning. I didn't want a pack, but I accepted we would be one and that you would be my Alpha. Then you took off to be with some woman – no explanations, no kiss my butt, no nothing. And you were gone for freaking hours – no call, nothing. What did you expect me to think?"
Trent winced and his wolf cringed in his head. Neither one of them liked hurting their mate, and it would seem, that for the sake of ten minutes, Trent could have saved his mate a lot of angst if he had just bothered to explain a few things before he had left that morning. The hurt was ringing through Marly's voice and damn if Trent didn't hurt too.
"I am really sorry," he tried again. "You know I can't be with anyone else, but there is this woman at the club. She wanted me and she was making trouble for my president if I didn't put out. I had to try and get the situation sorted so that the club didn't suffer, without having sex with anyone. I had to be there in person to do it, and I couldn't involve you."
"But that's just the point," Marly said. "You being in the club has nothing to do with me, and never will. The guy that hit me. He told me the whole club was behind him on what he was doing. That they are all faggot hating real men, who shove their dick in a pussy instead of an ass. He called me and Michael all sorts of names, and he meant every one of them."
Trent's heart broke as he took in Marly's hunched shoulders, the furrowed brow, and the downward droop of the man's sensuous mouth. Even though it had been a long time since he had been in a proper pack, like all wolf shifters, he had been taught about the proper way to treat a mate, and watching Marly's wretched sadness was not on that list of things to do.
Wanting to hug his mate so badly, but knowing that if he did the lust would flare and conversation would stop, Trent said, "I am doing my best to get out of the club, without involving you. You wouldn't be safe if anyone knew you were with me … "
"I wouldn't be safe?" Marly yelled. "What about you? What about your safety?"
Trent almost laughed, he was an Alpha wolf and a big man. But the look on his little mate's face stopped him. Marly cared about him, he realized with a shock. He couldn't remember the last time anyone actually cared about him and that startling revelation helped him to treat Marly's concerns with the respect they deserved.
"I will be careful, little mate, I promise," he said softly. "And I won't be denied you as my one and only. I will get out of this club, as soon as I know the danger is past for them, you have my word. It won't be long and we will be together full time."
To his surprise, Marly slipped down from his posse on the couch and knelt in front of him, and Trent felt the warmth of his mate's hand on his cheek.
"I can't have anything happen to you, now we've met," Marly said so quietly that Trent could barely hear him. "I know we don't know each other very well, and we are so different, but … "
Now Trent did pull Marly into his arms. The time for talking was clearly over and his mate needed the reassurance from his Alpha that everything was going to be okay, both in their relationship and in their future lives together.
"You ever been on the back of a bike, precious?" he said wiping the frown lines off Marly's face. Marly shook his head.
"It's real easy," Trent said, finding himself lost in Marly's brilliant eyes. "All you have to do is hang on tight and lean when I do – nothing to it."
"I'd like that," Marly admitted, and his eyes gleamed as he moved and straddled Trent's legs. "Of course it would be a lot more fun if we are sitting facing each other," he continued as he rubbed his hard crotch against Trent's. Trent groaned and he tightened his arms around Marly's back.
"Not on the bike," he managed to get out, before Marly's mouth was on his and for the first time, his mate initiated some physical closeness. Unfortunately for Trent, the two men were nowhere near close enough. His cock was screaming in his jeans to be let out and Trent felt all of his senses hit the overload button as Marly's generous mouth was teasing his, his scent was filling Trent's nostrils, and that cute little ass was wiggling on his lap. Within just five seconds flat Trent was insane with want.
Cupping Marly's tight buttocks, he swiftly stood up, not so easy when your legs are crossed he noted, and strode over to the bedroom, trying to contain his mate who was rubbing his crotch across Trent's abs with enthusiasm. When he got them into the room, he set Marly on his feet, and looked at him with lust in his eyes.
"Good clothes?" He asked flicking out a couple of claws.
"All my clothes are good," Marly snapped, as he hurriedly wriggled out of a bright blue top and tight jeans. When his little mate was naked, Trent moved forward again, unable to resist running his hands over Marly's smooth skin.
"I'll have to buy you some then," he said, and then bit off a groan as Marly's fast little fingers had gotten Trent's jeans undone and his cock out, before he'd even noticed.
"Just so you can rip them off?" Marly seemed surprised and Trent was going to tease him about it, but then Marly opened his mouth, and Trent's cock was engulfed in his mate's heat, and … yep, his brain went on the fritz.
Damn his mate was good at that. Soft tongue, just the right amount of suction, and enough tiny bite of teeth to give Trent the zing he loved. All too soon, Trent could feel his orgasm building and he carefully pulled his cock out of Marly's willing mouth, much to his mate's apparent disgust.
"What's the matter?" Marly asked, and Trent thought he'd never seen anything as beautiful as those puffed wet lips. "Can't get it up again? Too old to do it twice?"
With a growl, Trent twisted his fingers through Marly's hair and pulled the man back onto his cock, thrusting hard. Marly took it all, bobbing his head, his eye's gleaming in the half light and watching Trent intently. Then suddenly Marly swallowed, and with the head of Trent's cock lodged firmly in his mate's throat, Trent let out a roar, coming hard.
Marly didn't let up, pulling back just enough so that he could use his tongue, and his suction to keep Trent hard. Trent stared down, entranced. He'd enjoyed many men at his feet in the past, before he joined the Epitaphs, and even a couple afterwards, but he'd never seen anything so wickedly decadent as his mate on his knees with his cock wedged between those red lips.
Those lips – Trent wanted more. This time when he pulled his cock from Marly's mouth the man let him go. Reaching down he picked Marly up under his arms, pinning the man close to his chest as he bent his head to taste. And what a taste – his come, Marly's own sweetness and raw need blended together in the perfect mix.
His Alpha wolf coming to the surface racked things up for Trent but it seemed his mate was right there with him. Nipping and tongue fucking him, Marly had wrapped his legs around Trent's hips and was lowering himself onto Trent's cock.