Saying nothing, Marly ran a soft hand over Trent's cock, down his balls, over that delicious stretch of skin beneath them, grazing lightly over his hole. The skin quivered under his fingers, and Marly was aware that Trent had laid his head back on the pillows, but lube in hand, Marly remained focused on what he was doing.
Slicking up his fingers, Marly leaned over Trent, slipping his mouth over the head of the cock in his face, a lubed finger running lightly around Trent's hole. Ignoring Trent's jump, groan, thrust and moan, Marly focused on what he was doing – keeping his mate distracted on the one hand and putting a wealth of preparation in with the other – literally.
Despite the fact that he'd topped many humans larger than himself, Marly was conscious of the fact that unlike those faceless men, Trent could throw him off without a moments hesitation. For a man of Trent's nature to allow him to even try to do this, was a gift Marly would savor for life. Trent was also a lot harder to hold down, and Marly had to pull his head back a number of times to prevent his mate coming down his throat. Delicious taste and feelings of power aside, Marly loved giving Trent a blow job, his own throbbing cock and raging hormones reminded him he had another agenda that was far more important.
"I'm fucking ready," Trent continued his growling above him. Thrusting the three fingers he had working Trent's ass just a few times more, making sure to graze the prostate, simply because he loved the guttural moan that came from his mate every time he did it, Marly pulled his fingers out and without second guessing himself, or his mate, pushed his cock inside.
Trent howled and snarled, and Marly froze, knowing any sudden movements could cause his mate to throw him across the room. Marly's wolf thought about submitting, but the need and anger in Marly himself was too strong. Pushing forward so that his cock was driven to the hilt, he snarled, "Pull your wolf back, mate."
Marly watched as his sheets turned to shreds under Trent's claws, as his mate fought his wolf for control. Only when Trent's claws turned back to finger nails, did Marly pull out and thrust back in again.
"Alpha wolves don't do this," Trent gasped by way of apology.
"Alpha wolves don't leave their mates to fight alone," Marly snarled back as his cock threatened to explode encased by the heat of Trent's body. God it had been so long since he'd had this, and Trent felt perfect underneath him. Trent's abs rippled with the effort as he thrust his own hips up to meet him. Sweat turned Trent's torso into a glistening playground and the feral look in Trent's eyes was hot enough to melt steel.
Marly moved slightly, allowing his cock to hit his target. "Fuck," Trent yelled. "Do that again." More than happy to oblige Marly moved harder and faster, pegging Trent's prostate with every thrust, Trent cursing beneath him. All too soon he felt the signs of his orgasm approaching, his balls so tight and full he thought they would burst.
Determined Trent would come with him, Marly dropped his body down towards Trent's, sandwiching the man's wet cock between their abs. Trent must have cottoned on to his intentions because he let go of one of his legs and Marly felt a large hand splay across his back pushing them even closer. Dipping his head, Marly bit down over Trent's heart, and as blood filled his mouth he felt Trent come apart underneath him. Spunk hit his stomach and the smell was enough to send Marly tumbling into orgasm.
As Marly felt himself fill Trent's inner shaft, he had never felt so powerful, or so close to another being in his life and he knew he would never forget that Trent had done this for him. When he felt Trent relax into the mattress, he carefully pulled out, conscious that this was the man's first time, and often pulling out could hurt worse than entry. Peeling their stomach's apart, he hopped up and went into the bathroom, giving himself a cursory wash before running warm water for his mate's washcloth. Hurrying back he saw that Trent hadn't moved, but the man's eyes were closed and his face was the picture of relaxation.
Carefully cleaning his mate, Marly tossed the washcloth on the floor, and climbed back up onto the bed, pulling the coverlet with him. Trent's arm came around him automatically, bringing him closer until Marly was laying half on the man's chest. Marly lay there quietly, enjoying the closeness with his mate. They really didn't see enough of each other, but maybe his mate meant it when he said he would give up the Epitaphs.
"I meant what I said little mate," Trent said quietly and Marly felt a kiss in his hair.
Chapter Twelve
Trent lay quietly, totally relaxed for the first time all day. He had hated having to go into the club since he had claimed Marly, but he wasn't sure what he was going to do with himself now he'd made the decision to quit. He had more than enough money, it wasn't as though he needed to work, but Trent and his wolf would get edgy pretty fast if he didn't have something to do while Marly was working. Maybe his mate had some vacation time coming up, then they could go for a road trip.
It had been a while since the bike had gone on a long run, and Trent couldn't deny to himself that he would feel a lot better if they did get out of town for a while. He felt Clive would respect his decision to leave the Epitaphs – it's not as though the club had a beating out policy or anything. But other members like Bob could be a problem.
Trent felt his anger slow burning in his gut at the thought of Bob attacking his mate. Marly was right in a way. He had spent far too much time with humans. If Bob had been pack, in the way of wolf shifters, then Bob would be dead along with his seven friends. Trent made a mental note to speak to Clive about the prospects that were with Bob. If they were so easily led, then they weren't a good fit for the Epitaphs.
Not that it was his concern any more.
"You're thinking so much your ears are smoking," Marly said quietly, his breath skating across Trent's chest and sending a shiver through his balls. Damn, he always wanted his man, and even after the vigorous workout Marly had given him, Trent knew he could happily go another round with his mate.
"Was thinking we should go on holiday – a road trip," he said cautiously, not too sure that Marly would be receptive to the idea especially if Marly thought that Trent just wanted them to hide out for a while. From the snort Marly gave it would seem he'd been busted.
"I have a job, you know," Marly said, and Trent tightened his grip on his man's shoulders to stop him moving away. When Marly was laying on his chest, then the man was safe, and Trent realized he desperately needed that comforting thought. His wolf wasn't convinced his mate was all right, and Trent knew that until he was buried deep inside of his mate, he would continue to feel a bit off.
"Don't you have any vacation time saved up?" He said, distracting himself from that line of thinking. It had been really hard for Trent to submit to his mate sexually, something he never dreamed he would do. But he had been so panicked at the thought of Marly going out and putting himself in danger again, that he did the only thing he could think of. Not that he didn't have a great time, but he wasn't going to share that with his mate or Marly might think it could become a regular thing. Trent wasn't so sure that he wanted that type of equality – not with Marly being an Omega. Although, maybe every now and again …
"I have a bit, yes," Marly said, relaxing on Trent's chest again. "What are you going to do with yourself while I'm working?"
Trent grunted. Truth was he didn't have a clue and he told Marly that. He was a good mechanic, he'd worked as a bouncer more than once, but he wasn't sure he wanted to create more ties in a town he was ready to leave.
"How about you put in for as much leave as you can, and we go on that trip before I make any decisions," he said instead.
This time Marly did sit up, his blond hair falling around his shoulders as he looked Trent straight in the eye. "Look," he said and Trent was struck again by how forceful Marly could be. "You might be able to just go off for weeks at a time, but I've only ever held a minimum wage job. I don't have the money for a long trip."
Trent laughed, he couldn't help himself, even though he could tell by Marly's face it wasn't a good idea. "Oh little mate, you know pack law. What's mine is yours and vice versa. I have more than enough money for both of us to live on without either of us ever working again. I've been around a long time, and the Epitaphs have been more than profitable for me."