As soon as Clive was out the door, Marly's mouth was on his, and Trent groaned at the sensation and the fact that Marly seemed to need him just as much. When Marly was kissing him the club seemed nothing more than a distant, and decidedly unimportant memory. The man in his arms was fast becoming his whole world and if Trent had any regrets at all, it was that he didn't realize that the day they met.
The caresses started off slow and sensual, and Trent took pleasure in Marly's taste, his body, his mouth, his tongue. Fuck it all, everything about the man was perfect and built for him alone. Trent could happily drown in his mate's kisses and never complain about it for a second. As the pressure on his cock, from his jeans increased, Trent threaded his fingers through Marly's hair, holding him tight by the scalp, so he could tilt his mate's head and get a better angle, taking over the kiss, and showing without words, what he wanted. What he needed. What he craved.
Chapter Seventeen
They didn't make it to the bed. Hell, they didn't even make it to the bedroom. There was a flurry of movement as Trent finally got his way and ripped the clothes from Marly's body, and Marly couldn't be bothered to raise a whimper at the loss. Wiggling, so that Marly could get Trent's jeans undone and his cock free, took a bit of effort. Trent groaned long and loud when his hardened cock finally met the coolness of the air.
Habit had Trent reaching for the lube, stuffed in the side of the armchair, but Marly snatched it off him. Coating Trent's cock liberally with the stuff, he straddled Trent's hips and seconds later he had Trent's dick firmly encased his ass with the man's balls slapping his ass cheeks. Marly moaned at that sensation. After the day he'd had, it was as if this connection with his mate was the only thing to make his world right again.
"Fucking hell," Trent groaned again, throwing his head back on the couch. "I just love how you do that."
"I must be losing my touch, you're still talking."
Resting his hands on Trent's shoulders, Marly proceeded to rise up and down, adding a squirm and a rotation with every down stroke. Trent's grunts gave way to long moans, and the man tried to use his position on the couch to thrust upwards, but Marly held him down. He might be the bottom in this encounter, but his wolf demanded the control. Falling quickly into an established rhythm, Trent kept his hands on Marly's hips, encouraging him to move faster, and harder and soon both men were pounding their way to the point of no return.
Marly felt Trent grasp his cock, barely registering the added sensation through his lust filled haze. But it was the final piece of the orgasm equation for him, and when Trent gave his cock an expert twist just under the head, and tipped his fingernail into Marly's slit, Marly lost it. Yelling his mate's name so loud he was sure the neighbors would complain, Marly emptied his balls all over the shirt his mate hadn't even bothered to take off.
Seconds later, Marly felt Trent go rigid beneath him as his mate found his own release – a warmth coating his insides that made Marly tingle and spurt a bit more. Trent's body went slack and Marly slumped against Trent's chest with a satisfied moan. For a long moment, the two men came back to earth together, joined together by more than the spilt spunk and Trent's hand on Marly's hip.
"Do you feel better now, mate of mine," Marly said quietly when he could get his breath back. He softly petted Trent's pecs through his muscle shirt, giving into his need to touch his man.
Trent made some sort of rumbling noise and Marly chuckled the ripples of it tickled his cheek.
"I'll take that as a yes," he said, nuzzling Trent's neck. He could never get enough of the smell of chestnuts and dark chocolate and although Trent still carried traces the smells of the men he'd been fighting earlier, Marly was pleased that the overwhelming smell of perfume, that he had smelled when Trent walked in, was completely covered thanks to the sex they had shared and Marly's own scent. His wolf had never been a fan of perfume or any other overdone scent.
"Want to talk about the Epitaph's?" Marly asked, wishing he hadn't when Trent stiffened. Marly kept up his gentle stroking, slipping his hand under his mate's shirt, and caressing the hot skin beneath. When he grazed one of Trent's nipples, he felt it pebble beneath his touch. Noting that as something to explore at a later time, Marly kept petting, touching and soothing in his own silent way as he could almost hear his mate thinking.
"I've been a lone wolf for just on fifty years," Trent said, breaking the silence at last. "I lived with my home pack, in Portland Oregon, until I was forty eight years old. It was a good life. I was an enforcer for the pack, second only to the Alpha. I had a relationship of sorts, with another man, not my mate," he added quickly when Marly failed to swallow the growl in his throat.
"Sorry," Marly said quickly, not wanting to stop his normally reticent mate from talking.
"Things were different back then," Trent continued and Marly wondered if the man realized he was stroking Marly's hair. Not that he was complaining. "Homosexuality was considered a sin, in society and in my pack. Edward was a beta wolf and came from a big family. I was my parent's only child, so as you can imagine they were always on at me to mate and produce pups. But I fancied myself in love with Edward and for years we would sneak off to spend time together, and I would fend off the women my parents found for me as politely as I could. It wasn't ideal, but for two men in the early 1940s it was as good as it was going to get."
"So what happened to upset all that?" Marly said when Trent fell silent again.
"Edward met his true mate – a female from a neighboring pack. I knew I had to be happy for him. You know how we all long to meet the person that Fate intended for us. But after all the time we spent together, and the love we shared, I truly believed he was gay. I couldn't bear the thought of watching him with his woman. He was so open with her, so affectionate – all the things I wished he'd been with me, but he hadn't been. I started making plans to leave the pack. Then I found out, through my Alpha, that my parents had arranged a mating for me, for when I turned fifty, with a young woman from the same pack as Edward's mate. She was only sixteen at the time. That was the final straw for me and I left."
"Did you know your true mate was going to be a man?" Marly asked, thinking about how Trent had left him the day they met, and then again after he'd claimed him.
"I definitely hoped so." Trent laughed, and Marly felt a tiny piece of anxiety that he'd held onto since his mate came into his life, float away.
"So where did you go?" Marly wanted to know the rest of the story. He could understand why Trent left his home, parents and this Edward that Trent claimed to have loved. Alpha wolves were far better suited to living as lone wolves than Marly had been. But why hadn't Trent just gone to another pack?
"I went a bit wild for a while," Trent admitted. "I lived in wolf form for a couple of years, before deciding that I needed to carve a life out for myself. I had plenty of money, that wasn't an issue, but I guess at the time, I needed to remind myself of the things that were important. Wolves live simply enough, and by the time I left my pack I had had enough of the politics and emotional manipulation that was there at the time."
Trent trailed off, and Marly sat quietly for a moment before he asked, "your parents."
"My parents, my Alpha, other pack members. Fuck it all, even Edward. I remember he came and talked to me before I left the pack, going on about how it was for the best, and how there was no reason for me to be alone just because he had found his mate. Fucking hypocrite had the cheek to tell me that he'd never been faithful anyway."
"And you had been," Marly guessed, taking Trent's silence as assent.
"Yeah, well, I got over that pretty fast once I left the woods and headed back to civilization. You asked me once if I had lived as a gay man, and back in the sixties and seventies it was the perfect time to be gay. I joined a few leather clubs, tried every form of sex imaginable, with anyone who was available. I wasn't willing to form a connection to anyone or anything because … "
Because you didn't want to get hurt again. Because you didn't want anyone else having control over your life. Because you were afraid of being manipulated again. Marly was fairly sure all, or any of his thoughts would be the words his mate was looking for, but Trent didn't say anything more, and after a long moment, Marly asked, "So why the Epitaph's?"