Trent was so quiet for so long, that Marly was ready to walk away, for good if necessary, when the man spoke. "You're right," Trent said as he put his arms around Marly's back and pressed him close. There was nothing sexual in the gesture. If anything it was as if Trent was taking comfort from his presence, and Marly was too caught up in his feelings for his mate to push him away. He understood about caring for mates even if his Alpha didn't.
"You're right, and things are going to change," Trent continued. "No more going back to the club. I'll phone Clive and tell him I'm out. No more putting anyone else before you. I've let you down as your mate and as your Alpha and all I can say is I'm sorry. I want us to move – go someplace else and start afresh just the two of us. What do you say?"
Marly thought about it. His initial anger from earlier was gone – zapped away by the sheer presence of his mate. But his hormones from the earlier fight were still ramping through his blood.
"Come and sit on the bed," he said, still trying to work out what to say. Trent let him lead him over and when Trent sat down, Marly climbed on his lap and wrapped his arms around Trent's neck, resting his head on Trent's forehead.
"I can understand why you want to move, but have you ever lived as a gay man – an out gay man?" He began, wondering about Trent's pre-Epitaphs life. The two men hadn't had a lot of chance to talk about life history in the brief time they had been together. Trent nodded but didn't say anything.
"I don't know what it was like for you but I had to leave my pack. I was picked on all the time for being different. I was gay, I was a male Omega, and my pack didn't want anything to do with me. It had gotten to the point where the beatings I got really didn't matter to me anymore, they were so frequent. If I even looked at any of the other wolves sideways I was hit."
Marly felt Trent's big arms tighten around him and a solid hand running through his hair as though comforting him this time. "It's no big deal. It happens in most packs. But when I left I was determined I would be proud of who I truly am. I live in a human world so I keep my Omega nature and my wolf hidden. But I am also gay, and I am not going to hide that too."
"So you think," Trent said slowly. "That if we move away, if we let the Epitaphs run us out of town so to speak, that it's just like what happened with your pack?"
"Yes," and then because Trent's eyes were filled with hurt, and Marly knew it was all for him, he leaned in and kissed along Trent's jaw line. Trent's small groan was a sweet reward.
"I'm not proposing that we become gay activists or anything," Marly said. "I just want to live my life without fear and I don't like the idea of a pack of humans causing us to run, even if they are a gang of bike riding outlaws. This is a gay friendly town. I have friends here – as close to a pack as I have had since I left my own. We'll have to leave sooner or later anyway because the lack of aging thing, but I want that to be of our choosing, not because of some threat from a bunch of idiots who wouldn't know love if it bit them on the ass."
Marly felt Trent stiffen and he winced as he realized what he said. Now was not the time to be mentioning the "L" word even if Marly hadn't been able to think of much else for at least a week. He knew he loved his rugged Alpha even if it was a mate thing. Trent had a lot of wonderful qualities and they were a good match. He just didn't think Trent was the type of guy who would ever want to hear the "L" word spoken out loud.
He should have known it was coming. When Trent couldn't think of what to say, he kissed the stuffing out of him instead and yes, that's exactly what happened. Marly felt his wolf emerging, still hyped from the fight and he struggled to gain control of the oral assault. Unused to Marly's aggression, Trent fought back, used to taking the upper hand. When Marly tasted blood, he jumped off Trent's lap, and moved away. His chest was pounding in time with his cock, and he struggled to get himself under control. But after the fight he'd won, his wolf, even though it was an Omega, was not prepared to be submissive. Not to an Alpha, not to his mate, not to anyone.
"Marly, what's wrong?" Trent said quietly, not moving from the bed, but Marly read the concern in his mate's dark eyes. Concern and lust, but then that was to be expected.
When he got his breath under control Marly straightened and said, "I'm sorry. It's just … I fought … I won … my wolf … yeah, I'm not feeling the submissive vibe right now. I just want to fuck you into the mattress and I know that's not going to happen. So, I was going to let off some steam at my club, and … "
"You've topped before? I didn't think an Omega could."
"Duh, an Omega is never allowed to with other shifters," Marly said with a grin. "Doesn't mean they can't or won't if the situation comes up and I've wanted to tap your ass since I saw it. But you know. You're Alpha, so … "
"So," said Trent pulling his shirt over his head and unbuttoning his pants, while kicking off his boots. "Fuck me already. Or would you rather go dancing?" He lay out on the bed, spread out like a naked virgin sacrifice, which Marly thought he probably was, and hot damn, that was a fine spread.
Just one look at the acres of flesh Trent had exposed made the decision for Marly a real easy one to make. "Fuck," he said, pulling his own clothes off in such a rush he was sure he heard the seam in his shirt tear. For once he didn't care. "Definitely fuck."
As he approached the bed, his cock leading the way, Marly could tell that for all his mate's bravado, Trent was nervous, although trying hard to hide it. Yes, Trent still had that cocky grin on his face and yes, his proud cock was playing slapsies with his naval. But Marly had been around his mate enough to recognize the stiffness in Trent's shoulders and the anxiety in his eyes for what it was. As much as he wanted to just pick up Trent's legs, throw them over his shoulders and ream the living daylights out of his mate's ass, Marly would never do anything to hurt his man.
But going easy on an Alpha wouldn't work either and Marly had to admit to having a few twinges of anxiety of his own. It was all very and good topping human males, no matter how big they were. Marly had the core strength to do that. But he had never topped a shifter, especially not an Alpha. Deciding to go with his gut instincts, Marly crawled up Trent's body, nipping and licking skin as he went until he reached Trent's mouth.
"Hi," he said as he raised his eyebrows and grinned. Not bothering to give Trent a chance to reply, Marly took his mate's mouth and plundered it, just how he had wanted to from the first day the two men met. He felt Trent surge up, and try and take over, but a firm hand on his shoulder reminded Trent of what was actually going on, and Trent settled. Marly knew there was no way his mate was surrendering to him, but Trent did let him take the lead.
Having already spent most of the last two weeks fantasizing about what he would do with Trent if he was ever given free rein, Marly just went with it. Sure, he kept a wary eye on his inner link with his mate – he didn't want his Alpha to be uncomfortable in any way, but he happily licked and nibbled, stroked and pinched his way down Trent's muscled chest, his delicious abs, up and down both thighs, until Trent growled at him.
Marly sat up from where he was kneeling between Trent's legs and grinned at the absolutely amazing sight. Trent's eyes were flashing wolf, his cock was a throbbing red and pre-come coated Trent's stomach.
"Did I miss a bit, mate of mine," he said with a cheeky grin. Taking Trent's cock in his hand, he bent down to take that luscious length in his mouth. "As if I could ever forget this," he said with a laugh and a lick to the mushroomed head.
"Just get on with it," Trent growled back. He grabbed his legs by the knees, pulling them up to his chest until he was fully exposed to Marly's avid stare. Marly felt his mouth go dry. It wasn't just the sight of Trent's hard cock, big low-slung balls and sweet, and very tight looking hole, although he knew the picture would be forever engraved in his memory. But it was the act of exposure that Marly felt in his heart, and he promised himself that his mate would feel good, especially offering himself in a way he clearly hadn't done before.