Monster mash, p.31
Monster Mash, page 31
“That’s because I’ve been gone for so long,” he said, and a claw gently brushed against my cheek. “And I had to take special classes to learn a new accent and everything, Grey.”
“See, that’s what I mean.” I lifted an arm, clearing him out of my space so I could pace away. “You had all this fancy training so you could fit in out there. People are gonna hear me say two words and know I’m an ignorant hick.”
“You are not!” Gaston growled low and deep. “And if anyone ever says that about you, I’m gonna give him a colonoscopy through his belly button.”
I almost smiled at the colorful image that provoked, but I didn’t want to get too off track.
Simon bumped into my shin to keep me from running into something. I dropped to one knee with a small sigh to pet him. “You could have anyone, Gaston. I know how good looking you are, how suave.”
“I don’t want anyone, Grey. I want you. I’ve always wanted you, even if I was too stupid to tell you.”
I lifted my head, looking up at him. “You sure you even want a blind country boy from Louisville? I mean, you’re turning down a theoretical chance at fucking models and movie stars.”
“Who says I haven’t already done that?”
I frowned, but Gaston took my hands and brought me to my feet.
“I’ve fucked all the models and movie stars and cocktail servers I ever wanted, which, for your information, is exactly zero.”
I gave him a doubtful expression. “You’re not going to tell me you spent the last eight years all alone. I won’t buy it. Not you.”
He shrugged. “Wasn’t about to. The point I was trying and failing to make was that I don’t go for that kind of person, and all that’s behind me now that I’ve found you.”
“Again,” I added, letting a sly smile creep onto my face. “You gotta stop losing me.”
Gaston leaned forward and brushed a kiss over my lips. “You gotta stop running.”
“Might have to chase me,” I said with a wink.
The growl that rumbled out of Gaston’s chest left goosebumps breaking out across my skin. He put a big, furry arm around me and hauled me closer. I let out a surprised shriek when he lifted and spun me. Before I could process what was happening, I landed on the bed, and he caged me in place, pinning my arms over my head.
“Can’t run if I tie you up,” he teased and licked the sensitive skin of my neck.
I couldn’t help but let out a throaty moan. “Sounds like a good time to me.”
Simon barked and jumped up onto the bed, putting his paws on my chest.
Gaston tried to push Simon away. “For the last time, I am not hurting him! He likes it!”
I chuckled. “He’s just doing his job. Who’s a good boy, Simon?”
“Excuse me, Mr. Boggs? I don’t know if you noticed, but I am the bestest boy, and you haven’t given me near enough ear or belly scratches.”
I laughed at the pouty tone he took with me and tried to move Simon off the bed. “Well then, come here and let’s see what I can do to fix that for you.”
There was a sudden knock on the door and Gaston groaned, his weight shifting off me. “Speaking of cock blocks…” He paced across the room and opened the door. “Sorry, Mom. Simon’s a little restless, is all.”
“I imagine,” Gaston’s mom replied. “Must be hard to be so cooped up ’cause of the rain.”
“Hi, Mrs. D.,” I called, sitting up in bed.
“Oh, sweetie, you know you can call me Olivia.”
Or Mom, maybe? I thought.
“I came up to ask if you boys wanted snacks,” Gaston’s mom continued. “The rest of the pack’s heading home, and your dad and I were going to watch a movie, so I was getting ready to make some Jiffy pop if you wanted some.”
“Grey, you want anything?”
I shook my head. Di had given me a sandwich and some hot coffee when I rolled into Bluz.
Simon barked, and his tail brushed my shin like he was wagging it before I heard him trotting over to the door.
“Well, aren’t you just the most adorable little pup?” Olivia crooned over Simon, undoubtedly scratching his ears. When he wasn’t working, he was such a total sap, drinking up attention like he fed on it.
I rolled my eyes at my dog’s pathetic and obvious attempts to get treats out of her. Traitor.
“Well, if he’s restless, maybe he could come down with us?” Olivia suggested. “I don’t have any kibble, but we’ve still got trimmings from the lamb, and I think I’ve got an old pork chop he can have if I take the bone out. I could certainly use his help with the dishes.”
Simon barked in agreement. He knew as well as I did that, in the Dupris house, helping with the dishes meant he got to eat scraps.
“He’s off work, Mrs. D,” I said, folding my hands in my lap. “I think I know my way around the pack house well enough. I don’t need him if you want to borrow him.”
“Lovely! I’ll take good care of you, Simon. And I’ll tell your father to turn the TV up a bit just in case there’s some creaky springs in that old mattress.”
“Mom!” Gaston moaned, and I grinned at the sound of him slapping his forehead.
“What?” Olivia protested. “Sweetie, I grew up in the seventies. I didn’t call my first car the Shaggin’ Wagon for nothing.”
“Oh my god, Mom. Please just go.”
I lost it at that, doubling over into a fit of giggles that didn’t stop until Gaston swung the door shut and locked it.
Gaston sighed. “Laugh it up. Go on.”
I chuckled and leaned back on my hands. “Oh, I really wish I could see you right now. I always wondered if werewolves could blush. Not that Gaston Dupris has ever known an ounce of shame in his life.”
“I promise you, my life hasn’t been all sunshine and roses.” The bed creaked and shifted as he crawled onto it, going back to caging me with his body.
I avoided being pushed flat by sliding back until I hit the wall. “Oh really? And what troubles has the mighty Gaston faced?”
“Well, you see, there’s this guy I like.” His paws hit the wall on either side of me.
“You don’t say?” I said with a smug grin. “What’s his deal?”
“He’s a fucking tease.”
I pursed my lips. “Oh, poor baby. Sounds rough.”
“And he’s refusing to answer me on a very important question.”
I gasped when Gaston grabbed my leg and pulled, laying me out flat on the mattress. The air filled with the familiar, pleasant scent of him and furry thighs settled on either side of mine.
“I meant what I said,” he continued, hovering over me. “Come with me back to L.A.”
I hummed in answer and reached out to run my hands over his warm, furry chest. “You want me to fly across the country with you?”
“Fuck yeah, I do,” he growled.
“Just drop everything here and go, huh? Go be your little house husband.”
“Sounds good to me,” he leaned back, giving me access to his stomach, watching as my hands trailed lower.
“Because I’ve got nothing here, right?” I hooked my fingers around the waistband of his still damp jeans, keeping my tone saccharine.
“Um.” Gaston hesitated. “I…”
“Because fuck my dreams and what I want.” All the sweetness was gone as I shoved him.
“Wait a minute. That’s not the direction I thought this was going,” he said, finally getting it. God, he was hot, but sometimes he could be as thick as porridge.
I slid out from under him with a sigh.
“I’m not asking you to give up anything, Greyson,” Gaston protested.
“Of course, because my freedom and autonomy mean nothing,” I scoffed and folded my arms.
Gaston huffed. “For fuck’s sake. Are you serious right now?”
“What makes you think I want to get on a plane, move thousands of miles to a city I’ve never been to, so I can sit on my thumbs and wait for you to come home, huh?”
“I didn’t ask that of you, Grey.” He put a hand on my shoulder.
I swatted it away. “I know what’s expected of werewolf mates, Gaston, especially since I’m not ever going to be your equal as a human.”
“It’s not like that.” When I didn’t answer, he shifted to the edge of the bed to sit next to me. “Especially once we go out west. You know I’m more of a lone wolf, Greyson.”
“But you are part of your father’s pack, which means I will be too. I’d be giving up a lot.”
“You’d be gaining a lot too,” Gaston offered. “A family. Friends. Yeah, some drama, too. But you know what you’re getting. You’ve lived with the pack before.” He sighed and put an arm around me. “Look, Grey. I know it’s a lot to take in. I’m not asking to mate you. I just want to give this a good try. See if we can make it work. Honestly, you’ve got me by the balls at the moment.”
I glanced over at him. “I do?”
“Sure do. I’m so desperate, I’ll probably agree to anything.”
“Anything?” I asked, leaning into him.
I turned, climbing into his lap and running my fingers through his chest fur like claws. “What about moving to Louisville to be with me instead?”
I waited for him to say no and give me a list of reasons it’d never work.
There was no way he’d give up his six-figure salary at his cushy job, or his expensive apartment, and proximity to all his rich friends. Not for me. Not for anybody. Nobody in their right mind would.
“Yes,” he said quickly. “Anything else?”
I stared at him, my mouth agape. “Wait, what?”
“I don’t think you get it, Grey,” Gaston said, and nuzzled against my ear. “I’ve got it bad. I’d move to the moon if you wanted, as long as you were with me.”
“Well, that’s probably a bad idea, considering the whole werewolf thing,” I said with a small chuckle. “But what about your job at Brimstone? Your best friend, the incubus chef? And your big salary and your fancy condo…”
“Inzo has a private jet. If he wants to see me, there’s an airport in town. As for the salary, fuck it. I’ve got a nice nest egg squirreled away already. I can put that into Bluz and run it and for what I spend on the LA condo, I can buy a whole house here, so it’s no big deal.”
“But—”
He put a furry finger to my lips. “If you don’t want me, then say so, Grey. Tell me now, because I’m going to find a way around every excuse you offer me. I really want this to work, and I will do anything to make it happen, even move my whole life to be with you.”
For a minute, the only sound in the room was the distant murmur of the television below.
“Where was all this dedication before?” I asked.
I knew it was a low blow, but I had to know this wasn’t some passing interest. It could be infatuation. He could get bored with me and find someone else, and I didn’t think my heart could take that.
“Why do you think I went all the way to LA in the first place?” he said quietly. “I couldn’t watch you be with someone else, and what I was doing with Becca, it never felt right. I just…I was stupid. I made a mistake running away from you then. I won’t do it twice.”
He wasn’t the only one who’d made a mistake. I’d slept with Kelvin, after all, so I couldn’t be too mad at him. If we’d just talked to each other back then like we were now, everything would’ve been different. We could’ve been together this whole time.
“Okay,” I croaked out, my throat raw. “Let’s give it a shot. See where it goes.”
His heart started beating faster under my hand, and his tail thumped excitedly against the bed. “Really?”
I smiled. “Really. Now are you going to fuck me or what, Sunshine?”
A low growl reverberated through Gaston’s chest, one that made my cock stand up and take notice. “Non penso, amore mio.”
“Ooooh,” I said in an exaggeratedly impressed tone, followed by a shameless giggle. “Is that French?”
“It’s Italian. Whoever decided French should be the language of love should have his head examined. Italian is way sexier. Also, my Italian is way better than my French.”
“Well, don’t keep me in suspense,” I said, moving his hands to my ass. “What’s it mean?”
“It means I think you should apologize for running out on me first. Maybe by putting that pretty little mouth of yours to better use?”
I shuddered as he traced a thumb over my lips, but the moment was short-lived before my stomach started to churn with nerves and my face burned. “I’ve never done that before.”
“You want to? I don’t mind being used for practice.” His big, wolfy grin was evident in his tone.
“Shut up,” I said, sporting a mildly embarrassed grin of my own. I gave his chest a shove, and he went down to the bed.
He chuckled as I started tugging his pants down. “Maybe you ought to make me.”
“Good idea,” I pointed out and stood.
“Wait, what?” The bed creaked as he propped himself up on his elbows to watch me undress.
“You heard me.” I stepped out of my underwear and held it in my hand as I climbed back on top of him, feeling for his snout.
“What are you—mrrfgh!” He grunted as I shoved the underwear into his mouth, stuffing it in good.
I kissed the end of his nose. “You good?”
He nodded enthusiastically.
“Good. Please hold your applause for the end of my performance,” I said and felt my way down his body to find his jeans.
Gaston grunted as I pulled them down, but not off, leaving them around his knees. He was breathing hard, and I couldn’t see him, but his hands were free. He could easily remove the gag if things got to be too much.
My hands traveled up the insides of his thighs to where the fur thinned slightly. He groaned as I cupped his balls, getting louder when I leaned in to kiss over them. It was probably a good thing I’d gagged him. His parents undoubtedly knew what we were doing, but that didn’t mean they needed to hear the sounds he made. Those were for me.
Gaston collapsed against the bed, letting me have free rein to explore his body with my hands and lips. My cock throbbed as I felt my way up over the thick knot at the base of Gaston’s cock. How the fuck was that ever supposed to fit inside of me? Just having the rest of him had been so intense the first time, I didn’t know how I’d ever take more, but I wanted to. I couldn’t deny that. I wanted all of him, and I always had.
He let out a breathy huff as I closed my fist around his length just above the knot, holding him in place to give it an experimental lick. Gaston’s hips moved and he let out a desperate whine that morphed into a muffled groan when I did it again. His cock throbbed against my fist. I traced my tongue up the smooth skin, moaning at the taste of him. There was a slick coating on his cock, some sort of natural lubricant, but I found I didn’t mind it. He was panting and whining even louder by the time I reached the flat head of his cock. I licked across it, the bitter salty taste of pre-cum coating my tongue.
Gaston’s hips jerked and he let out a mournful groan, followed by muffled pleas for more.
I had no idea what I was doing, but his positive reactions gave me enough confidence to try fitting my mouth around him. That wasn’t so bad. Actually, I kind of liked it, especially his reaction to it. He went from pleading to giving me encouraging moans.
Okay, maybe it’s not that hard after all. I mean, it’s just a dick. I can suck a dick, right?
Gaston seemed to think so, and I didn’t want to disappoint him or let my inexperience show too much.
I lowered my mouth down his length, trying to take him to the back of my throat like I’d seen porn stars do. Bad idea. I immediately gagged and had to pull back, and I didn’t even make it all the way down. Fuck, how was I going to do this without looking like a complete virgin? He’d probably had all kinds of people do this for him, people who were much better at it than me. What if I was just bad at blowjobs? That’d suck for him, being mated to a guy who couldn’t suck a dick to save his life.
Get out of your head, Grey, and just try. It’s your first time. Don’t be so hard on yourself. You didn’t learn to play the blues in a day either.
I huffed out a breath and tried again, going slower this time. That was much easier.
Gaston let out a loud groan that the sensitive werewolf ears downstairs most definitely heard. I could tell because the volume on the TV immediately went up.
“Muffafuffa,” Gaston grumbled through his gag.
I smiled around him and started moving my head up and down slowly, savoring the small twitches in his thigh muscles as I ran my hands over them or the occasional thump of his tail. He huffed and panted, legs moving restlessly, but he kept his hips still for me, letting me set the pace.
Though I couldn’t see him, I painted a picture of what he must look like in my mind’s eye, and it was hot as fuck. Gaston, the most powerful, refined werewolf I’d ever known, was lying on his back for me, moaning for me, hard for me. His cock was throbbing because he wanted me. How many times had I fantasized about this moment? Hundreds of times, probably. I’d dreamt of the taste of him, the weight of him against my tongue, tried to imagine the sweet ache in my jaw and what sounds he’d make. Even the best fantasy couldn’t compare to actually doing it.
Yes, my knees ached from kneeling on the floor between his legs, and my throat was sore, and my jaw was tired, but this was real. We were here, together, and he wanted me.
The thought made me brave enough to explore more with my tongue. I found the groove just beneath the head of his cock, the one he’d shown me before, and dipped the tip of my tongue into it. Gaston’s hips shot forward and he let out a growl that had the hairs on my arms standing on end. His hands closed on the back of my head, claws extended, and I felt muscle ripple under my fingers.
God damn, why was that growl so sexy?
I dipped my tongue in again, closing my lips tighter around him and nodding, hoping he’d get the message. He growled again and started thrusting into my mouth. Not deep enough to choke me, but a little faster, grunting with every thrust. The sounds he was making were so sexy, it was making my head hazy. I closed my eyes, focusing on pressing my tongue into the slick groove and relaxing my throat to take more of him. He practically howled in pleasure as I closed my hands around his knot to give him more pressure.
