"Marly, lube!" Trent said urgently.
"No need," Marly said with a grin before he went back to kissing Trent's jaw. "Just get in there, big guy."
Trusting his mate to know his own body, Trent managed to get one hand down far enough to gently nudge his cock in the right direction. His cockhead hit the hole, and one gentle push was enough as Trent thrust up, and Marly shoved his bottom down. His cock encased in perfect heat, Trent did groan then, reminded of Marly's anomaly as an Omega wolf. Not having to prepare his mate could be a serious bonus to their future sex life, but Trent wanted to focus on the now. Leaning back against the bedroom wall, because no, they hadn't even made it to the bed yet, Trent loosely gripped Marly's buttocks, and thrust up hard, letting gravity pull his mate back down every time.
Marly was gripping his shoulders tight, his own hard cock rubbing against the shirt that Trent hadn't even bothered to remove, his hot mouth hard against Trent's throat. Realizing what his little wolf needed, Trent growled, "rip it, I don't care."
Taking him at his word, Marly used his claws to rip the neckline of Trent's t-shirt away, his tongue hot on Trent's neckline.
"Bite me, little mate," Trent said as he thrust his hips even harder. Without any further warning Marly bit him hard, his long wolf teeth plunging into the juncture between Trent's neck and shoulder just as warm stickiness coated Trent's shirt. With a roar of satisfaction, Trent's own balls emptied, and Trent thrust hard, prolonging the orgasm for both of them.
Trent waited until Marly had extracted his teeth, his tongue softly cleaning up the wound, before taking the few steps necessary to hit the bed. Pulling himself free of his mate's body, Trent wandered into the bathroom and found a cloth, cleaning himself up first, and then taking through a fresh damp cloth to give Marly a wipe down. Tossing the rag to the floor, Trent climbed into bed beside Marly, pulling the man into his arms. As he drifted off to sleep, Trent prayed to the powers that be, that his wretched phone wouldn't pull him from his mate's arms quite so early the next morning.
Chapter Ten
Two weeks later
Marly hummed quietly as he locked up the shop and headed around the back to his car. He was looking forward to getting home. Trent had promised him that he would be there and that they would head off on a bike trip. Marly's two days off couldn't have come at a better time given how busy both men had been since they had gotten things sorted between them.
Trent had virtually moved in with him and although he went to the Epitaphs every day, he did come home for a few hours at least at night. All Marly knew was that there was some deal going on in the club that Trent was needed for, and that there might be a few nights that he wouldn't be able to get home at all, but so far that hadn't happened. Marly kept his fingers crossed that tonight wouldn't be the first. Trent had said something about the deal being finalized that day.
His association with the club was the only problem Marly had with his new mate. Despite his rugged exterior Trent had proved to be a kind, loving and generous mate. If he got home before Marly then the man actually cooked. They shared household chores like they had been living together for years and the lovemaking, because Marly refused to call it plain sex any longer, was off the charts in terms of heat and passion. Marly grinned as he unlocked his car, thinking there wasn't a flat surface in his little apartment that they hadn't christened yet. Some of them twice.
Later, much later, Marly would blame his lack of attention on the rubbish smells in the alley behind the shop, when in truth it was probably his thoughts of seeing Trent again, preferably naked and hard. It was one of the major things that dominated his thought patterns and it had been that way since they met. Whatever it was, it took him a few moments to realize that he and his car were surrounded by eight louts. Marly's heart rate trebled when he recognized one of them.
It was one of the men who had beaten him and Michael. It seemed like the idiot didn't think he had done a good enough job the first time, and he had come back with friends to finish the job. Marly grinned. They were in an alley, and no one was around to see him. Time to let his wolf out.
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Trent was watching over the receipt of ten cases of ammunition in an old warehouse on the edge of town when he felt a sharp pain to his gut and then another to the back of his head. Tuning into his mate, he felt a surge of rage hit him as he realized Marly was being attacked. He looked around him. Clive was over talking to Razor and Stephanie, four other club members were shifting the cases from one van to another. Trent's job was to oversee security and make sure than none of Razor's men, who were all lounging over on the far wall, did anything they shouldn't. He couldn't leave but his wolf was itching to get out, find his mate and bash some skulls in. His mate was an Omega and he needed the protection of his Alpha.
Striding over to the men who were doing the loading, Trent bent down and picked up one case by himself – no mean feat considering the other cases were being handled by at least two men each.
"Got some muscles there, Sarge," Lou puffed out as he struggled trying to pick one up on his own as well.
"Here let me," Trent said, putting his case in the van and helping Lou with his. Two cases more and they were done. Trent closed up the van door and slapped the roof, indicating for the driver to move off.
"What's the rush?" Clive came over with Razor and Stephanie on his heels.
"Got a bad feeling boss, and you know I pay attention to those things," Trent said, trying not to arouse any suspicions. The longer he spent chit chatting, the more danger Marly was in and the more likely it was that he would shift in front of his friends.
"Yes, why don't we head out," Razor said smoothly. Trent didn't like the man, didn't trust him, and had done his best over the years to have as little to do with Razor as possible. Razor reminded him of a black mamba snake and currently dressed in a pale grey suit, with his beady black eyes, Trent thought the man looked like one too. He was as venomous as fuck and known to strike with the least bit of provocation.
"The business is done, the deals are finished for now and it's time to celebrate. I'd like you to come with us, Trent, if you have no objection," Razor said, making it clear he didn't expect one. "My daughter tells me you have an interest in the BDSM lifestyle and I would love to chat to you about your experiences. Perhaps we can share some tips."
Fuck, shit and bloody hell. There weren't enough expletives in the English language to explain the frustration that Trent was feeling. He could sense his mate was hurt, and angry, but nothing more. Trent had to get out and find out what was going on.
"Normally that would be fun, but unfortunately I have a prior engagement. It doesn't do for a Dom to leave his sub naked and chained for too long after all," he lied smoothly, praying Razor would accept his excuse. To his relief Razor laughed, and slapped him on the back.
"No problem, but soon, yes?"
Conscious of Clive and Stephanie watching him closely, Trent shook Razor's hand, and sauntered out of the warehouse, breaking into a run when he got out of sight. Just as he got to his bike, he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket.
His heart went cold as he read the message from Marly – Go and pick up your trash from the back of the shop.
Fuck no! Marly had been attacked by Epitaph club members again? His little mate was being targeted and Trent was almost certain who was responsible. Torn, Trent wasn't sure what to do. His first loyalty should be to his mate, and he needed to make sure that Marly hadn't been injured. But leaving beaten Epitaph members in an alley wasn't an option either. Marly's workplace wasn't in Epitaph's territory, but it was close to the Black Skulls. Cursing loudly, Trent called Clive.
"We've got a situation," he said shortly. "Meet me with a van at the back of Cody's Corner, a male clothing shop in town. I'll meet you there." Without waiting for Clive's response, Trent clicked off the phone, and turned the key on his bike. He needed to get to the scene before anyone else.
Fifteen minutes later, Trent pulled his bike into the alley behind Marly's workplace. Sure enough eight Epitaph members were laid out cold on the dirty pavement, some with broken bones, others bleeding from facial wounds. Trent felt a strong sense of pride at what his mate had done. It was good to know the man could take care of himself against humans at least. Although this was a mess he really didn't want to have to deal with.
Hearing a groan, Trent hurried over. Fucking Bobby. Of course, it had to be him. Ripped clothes, blood smeared over his face where Marly had broken his nose, two black eyes and some bruising around his chin. It seemed Marly hadn't taken kindly to Bobby picking on him a second time.