And right now? With Marly's mouth open under his, Trent couldn't think of one goddamn fucking reason why he had wanted to wait at all. The hint of pineapple and cream suggested his mate liked those frou-frou drinks that Trent had never tasted because they looked too girly. The lack of anyone else's scent on Marly's tongue meant the man had behaved himself while he was out, and Trent made sure to check, thoroughly, in every crevice and corner of Marly's mouth.
It wasn't only Marly's mouth that was driving Trent insane. Marly's slim but solid chest was rammed tight between his own and the wall, not a cigarette paper gap between them. Trent moaned as he felt Marly's cock throbbing behind his jeans, against his own abs, and his Omega's fingers gripping his shoulders was pure heaven. There was nothing hesitant about Marly – not the way he opened his mouth to accept Trent's tongue, nor the way he clasped Trent's shoulders as though the bigger man would try and get away. When Trent felt Marly wrap his lean legs around his waist, opening out that delectable denim covered ass, Trent couldn't help running his fingers along the seam covered crack. Marly's full body shiver and the way he pressed even closer into Trent's chest was proof his mate was as eager for their mating as he was.
His cock threatening the construction of his zipper, Trent was on the verge of coming in his pants and that just would not do. Wrenching his lips from his mate's enticing mouth, Trent looked down to see Marly's bright blue eyes were now the shade of a stormy sea.
"Bedroom," he said roughly. "Or I swear I'll take you right here, right now."
Marly blinked for a few moments and Trent wasn't sure if the man was thinking about his options, or just trying to get his brain to function.
"Through there," Marly said finally, his voice almost a whisper, pointing over Trent's back.
Holding onto Marly tightly, unwilling to let him go for even a second, Trent spun around, spying a door set in the opposite wall. Noting it was the only door in the room, Trent figured he had to be on the right track and he covered the distance from one wall to the other in just five long strides. Thank god his little mate didn't live in a mansion or he might have been forced to mate with the man on the stairs.
Chapter Five
The door wasn't latched and Trent gently kicked it open, revealing a simple room, a huge bed, one large dresser and a half open closet that seemed to be full of clothes in every color of the rainbow. Deciding to worry about his mate's color choices later, Trent went and sat on the bed, cradling Marly in his lap, suddenly desperate to taste the man's mouth again.
"Your mouth," he groaned as he bent his head again. "Like tasting sweet, ripe apricots. Luscious, and hot from the sun."
Whatever Marly was going to say was swallowed up because Trent had to kiss his mate again. Just had to. Just the same as he had to trace the muscles on Marly's back and sides, had to run his hands over and over Marly's ass, longing for naked skin but unwilling to stop long enough to get them both undressed.
"Clothes," Marly gasped, when they both came up for air sometime later. "You have too many clothes on."
"So do you little wolf," Trent said, flicking out a claw so he could take care of the problem. To his surprise Marly gave a shriek and jumped off Trent's lap. Surely his claws hadn't frightened his mate. Trent growled and held out his hand, still shifted, indicating he wanted the little man back in his arms.
"You are not ripping my clothes, you Neanderthal," Marly said, slipping his t-shirt over his head. "Do you know how long I have to work to buy new things? Do you know how long it takes for me to find things that fit me perfectly? No," he grumbled as he undid the button and zipper of his skin tight jeans. "Just flick out the claws and leave me with the shredded mess. Not gonna happen buddy, no matter how hot you are."
Trent was positive that his mate had more to say, the man's mouth was still moving. But then Marly bent over to undo his boots, and Trent's mouth went dry. That tight ass, now only half covered by jeans, had the blood in his body pounding so hard, he couldn't have heard anything if he had wanted to. The muscles in Marly's lean back were calling to him, and then, Holy Mother of God, Marly stood up and pushed his jeans from his body. Commando, yes! Trent had been around humans for so long he had forgotten that most shifters didn't bother with underwear, but looking at Marly in all of his naked perfection, Trent was so glad of that habit now.
"Are you just going to stare, or are you going to get naked and join the party? I don't expect you to claim me, but you might as well fuck me already." Marly's snarky tone dragged Trent from his inspection of the man's body and Trent looked up to see his mate had a slightly nervous look on his face. Not what Trent was going for. Standing up, Trent slipped off his boots as he drew his shirt over his head. Unbuttoning his jeans and knocking them down his legs took just two seconds more. Stepping out of his tangled pants, because falling flat on his face was not on his list of things to do, Trent stood clear of his clothes, snagging hold of the Omega's hand.
"Is this better?" He asked as he pulled Marly closer and their chests touched. Trent had to close his eyes as a feeling of unimaginable want coursed through his body and electricity sparked between them. Marly's skin was smooth, but firm under his touch. After years of feeling nothing but the softness of a woman's body, Marly would have been a delight, even without the mate factor. Frantically wanting to take his time, but fearing that just wasn't going to happen when both he and his wolf were so on edge, Trent twisted Marly around, plunking him on the bed and following him down.
Bliss.
There was no other word for it. Feeling his body blanketing Marly's was sheer heaven. Hot skin to skin contact. Warm hands tracing the lines of his tattoos. A taut body straining up towards his despite his bulk, and a tongue doing a duet with his as though they had been lovers for years. Trent realized he was humping the blankets in his desperation, and he knew he would have to move things along. Quickly.
Fortunately Marly seemed to be in the same state. His pre-come was soaking Trent's abs, not that Trent was complaining. He was sure there was quite a wet spot on the covers beneath him. "Lube," he snarled as the two men broke their oral assault long enough to take a breath.
Marly tried to reach the side table, but he was pinned firmly by Trent's body. Fortunately Trent got the idea. Wrenching the drawer open, Trent fumbled around searching for a familiar shaped tube seeing as he couldn't actually see inside the drawer. All he could come up with was a box, probably condoms, and a bottle shaped something. Pulling it out, Trent peered at it, and then raised his eyebrow at Marly who was watching him through half closed eyes.
"Lube?" He said again, more of a question than a demand.
Marly nodded. "Pump bottle," he said with a small grin. Great, thought Trent, figuring he would need two hands to operate the bloody thing. But Marly held his hand out for the bottle, and used his other hand to push on Trent's chest, indicating he wanted to get up.
Reluctantly, because he didn't want to stop touching Marly's skin for a second, Trent sat up, kneeling between Marly's legs watching as Marly pumped the top of the bottle, coating his fingers with the silky liquid. Then swinging his legs around, Marly knelt up, his hand behind him, working furiously.
"Turn around and let me see," Trent managed to snarl, grabbing his own cock firmly at the base to stop himself coming from the sight of Marly's naked skin, dripping cock and the small moans that Marly made as he prepared himself. Not missing a beat, Marly, turned on his knees and leaned forward towards the head of the bed. Trent's mouth went dry when he caught a glimpse of Marly's tight little pink hole, the man's long fingers working at the opening.
Grabbing hold of Marly's hips, Trent tilted the little man's hips up higher and groaned in fresh appreciation of what he was seeing. All too soon Marly removed his fingers, twisting his neck from where his head was laying on the bed.
"That should do it," he said with a grin on his face. Trent looked doubtful. He knew he was big and his destination looked so freaking small. Fuck, all of Marly looked small, except for his cock. Trent had already guessed he would have to be careful because the last thing he wanted to do was hurt his mate.