Monster mash, p.36
Monster Mash, page 36
Greyson held my snout in his hands and looked me straight in the eyes. “And I’m trying to tell you, Gaston, that I want that too.”
My heart stopped. “What? You want me to… Are you serious? But Greyson… Are you sure? This is a big step and I don’t want you to regret it.”
He snorted, kissed me once, and then slid down my body to kneel on the floor in front of me. “I’ll never regret choosing you,” he said, unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans. “Only regret I’ve ever had was letting you get away the first time.”
I tensed and lifted my hips to let him tug my jeans and boxers down. I groaned when he wrapped his hand around my shaft. “I really love the feel of your hands on me.”
“And I love this dick,” he countered slyly, licking up one side and down the other. “I want you to put this big knot in me tonight, Gaston. Make me yours.”
I had to reach to squeeze my cock tight to keep from coming on the spot. “Fuck, Greyson. I can’t do that if you make me come now!”
“Then you’d better hold on, because I’m not done with you yet.” Grey closed his lips around my cock and slowly sank to take as much of me as he could handle.
My claws dug into the chair, piercing the wood, and I gritted my teeth. It took everything I had not to force myself deeper so I could fuck the back of his throat. “Do you even know what kind of torture this is?”
He pulled away long enough to give a breathy chuckle. “The best kind?”
I growled as he licked pre-cum from my leaking cock. “Greyson…”
“Oh, all right.” He stood and peeled off his shirt, tossing it onto Simon accidentally.
Simon shook it free and trotted up to Grey, tail wagging.
Grey chuckled. “We should go to the bedroom, anyway. Where we won’t be disturbed. Sit, Simon. Stay.”
Kicking off my jeans and tearing off my shirt, I stood before scooping Grey up. I wanted to growl, but if I did, I’d just upset Simon, so I swallowed the sound, contenting my wolf by holding my mate close.
I brought him into the bedroom and kicked the door closed, putting him down so he could shed the last of his clothes. As soon as he did, Grey put his arms back around my neck, lifting himself off the floor and clinging to me as he stole another kiss. Finally, I let out the growl I’d been holding back, and we tumbled to the bed, wrapped up in each other.
While I wanted to take this slow, give Grey every opportunity to enjoy the moment, my wolf had other ideas. All I could think about was getting inside him, claiming him, marking him, covering him in my scent so that everyone would know he was mine.
Greyson swam out from under me, and I growled, but he was only reaching for the lube. As soon as his fingers closed around the bottle, I grabbed him and rolled, landing with him on top of me.
“It’ll be safer for you if you’re in control for this part,” I told him, eagerly coating my two non-clawed fingers in lube.
“Maybe we should’ve brought the handcuffs,” he teased.
The smug look on his face died when I circled his hole with my fingers. “What was that?”
Grey bit his lip and braced against my chest, fingers curling as I breached his entrance with both fingers. “Fuck, that’s a lot.”
“You’re asking for a lot more,” I pointed out. His excitement fell, and I caught the slight scent of fear on the air. “Don’t worry, Grey,” I said and kissed the inside of his wrist. “I’ll go slow.”
“M-maybe…a…” He squeezed his eyes closed tight while I started moving my fingers, slowly opening him up for me. “Safe word,” he blurted and then panted. “Maybe we need one? Just in case.”
“Sure. Mine’s fetch.” I grinned at the confused look he gave me. “What? It’s supposed to be a word you’d never say on accident, and fetch is the least sexy word.”
“What should mine be?”
I shrugged. “Whatever you can think of.”
“I can’t think of anything when you’re doing that,” he replied with irritation.
I grinned wider and gripped his cock with my other hand, trying to coax it to get hard again for me. “What about now?”
Greyson groaned and tipped his head back. My eyes snapped to his throat, the urge to sink my teeth into that soft, willing flesh nearly all-consuming.
“Caviar,” he answered at length. “Ain’t nothing sexy about fish eggs.”
“Caviar it is, then.” I stopped playing with his cock long enough to pull him down into another kiss. “You know I’m going to bite you, right?”
He licked his lips. “Will it hurt?”
“Probably. But it’ll feel good, too. It’s a good kind of pain, or so I’m told. You can bite me back if you want.”
“Mmm, I might.”
Greyson started rocking back on my fingers, asking for more. I gave it to him, adding more lube and taking my time to stretch him out. I could sense he was still nervous, but so was I. This really was a big leap forward, and after only a few days.
But it’d been a lifetime coming. There was never going to be anyone for me but Greyson Boggs, and no one for him but me.
Grey grabbed the lube and hastily poured a generous amount into his palm. “I think I’m ready,” he panted, coating my cock.
I moved my hands to his hips. “Are you sure?” I asked as he positioned me against his entrance. “Last chance to back out.”
“Gaston, if I don’t get that fucking knot inside me right now, I’m going to combust. Now shut up and fuck me.”
I chuckled. “Someone’s a bossy bottom. Lucky for you, I’m hardcore into it.”
“Just do it already!”
I shook my head and gave him a devious grin. “You’re in the driver’s seat this time, sweetheart. I’m just holding on for the ride.”
The ride of a fucking lifetime.
Even with all the preparation, it still hurt. The first inch or so of Gaston’s cock was tapered and smooth, but once it wasn’t, we hit a snag. I had to back off of him three times just to get most of him in me.
And then there was the knot.
I didn’t know how I was ever supposed to get that inside. Even coated in lube, it didn’t want to go.
But I need it, I thought, lifting myself again. I need it so bad. I was full of Gaston, taking all of my mate, and I still wanted more.
Gaston let out an approving growl that made my skin prickle and my cock start to harden. His grip on my hips tightened as if he were holding himself back. He must’ve been. If I wanted him that badly, I could only imagine what it must have been like with his enhanced senses, being able to smell his mate but not have him. It was probably driving him crazy.
I tried to bear down a little more to take the knot, but it was so big, the stretch so much… I didn’t think I could do it on my own, and with Gaston holding himself back…
“Please,” I panted.
“Please what?” he growled and raked a claw over my nipple, making me twitch and jerk. “What’s my mate need? Tell me.”
My face burned. “I need you. All of you, dammit.”
His thumb started rubbing constant circles over my nipple. “You need me to put this knot inside you? Fill you with my cum and plug you up? You want me to breed you, Greyson?”
“Yes!” I shrieked, voice going high.
“Everyone’s going to know,” he said, thrusting lightly, just enough to tease me. “Every werewolf in the pack is going to be able to smell my cum inside of you and see this bite and know that you’re my good boy. Is that what you want?”
God, he was so filthy. “Fuck, yes!”
Gaston growled and bounced me a little harder, but he didn’t let me come back up a second time.
“Oh, fuuu…” I made a strangled sound as he eased the knot in with agonizing slowness.
“That’s it,” he snarled, words barely intelligible. “Take all of me.”
Oh my fucking God. Tears pricked the corners of my eyes at the rough stretch. Too much. It was too much. He was tearing me in half with that knot. I could feel my safe word on the tip of my tongue, but I swallowed it back.
I wanted this.
Needed it.
Needed him.
I shouted as he sank home in one last push. I was so full of him, I didn’t know where I ended and he began.
And it’s only going to get bigger when he comes.
I tried to swallow down the pain and the fear, especially when Gaston pulled me down against him. I shuddered as his tongue licked across my throat.
“You okay?” he asked with surprising softness.
I nodded and thrust my hips. Despite the pain—or maybe because of it—my cock was hard and aching, trapped between us. “I really just need to come. Please.”
He nodded and moved one hand to cup my ass, leaving the other on my shoulder. He lifted me gently before bringing me back down with just the right amount of force.
“Like that,” I panted as his thick knot pulsed against my prostate. “Oh, yes. Please!”
Gaston’s answer was a grunt. Maybe he was incapable of speaking, but he kept moving, kept fucking me, kept rubbing his swelling knot against my prostate with every pass, the pleasure building and building and building.
In my desperation, I somehow managed to get my hand between us to close it around my cock. I was already so on edge, so fucking ready, that it only took a few pulls, and I was coming all over him, my body trembling.
Gaston was snorting like a bull as he drove into me, pulling me down against him a little harder each time. “Grey,” he growled in warning.
I knew what he was asking for and I gave it to him, turning my head aside to bare my neck in surrender.
Sharp fangs scraped over my neck. Hot breath erupted against my skin. He held himself back long enough for me to call out my safe word if I needed, but I didn’t.
Mark me. Make me yours.
I cried out again as his fangs sank in, but the pain itself was short-lived. It washed over me in a single ripple, followed by a wave of calm euphoria. An electric shock raced through me, going straight to my cock and my brain. I started to come again, but it felt different, stronger. A world of smell came into focus. I could make out Gaston’s scent, deeper and richer than before, and my own as well as hints of Simon, Boyd, Alabama, Diana… Random people whose faces I knew but didn’t know by name. The smell of sex and need was on the air, thick and lush like an earthy cologne. I could smell the smoker outside, the fabric softener on the sheets…
I’m not smelling any of this at all, I realized as my orgasm faded. This is him. Somehow, I’m smelling what he smells, experiencing his world.
Thoughts that weren’t mine invaded my mind like distant echoes. Mine. Protect. Mate.
“Gaston,” I groaned, moving my arms to squeeze around his neck as a swell of intense emotion hit me. I closed my eyes and buried my face against his chest, choking on a sob. Is this how he feels? Is this him, too?
I tried to move, but couldn’t. For a moment, I panicked, until I remembered His knot was swollen, joining us together.
Gaston slowly released his hold on my shoulder before quickly licking over the wound with a small whine. “Grey, are you… Did you…Do you feel that?”
“Yes,” I breathed, still in awe of what was happening. I could taste the iron of my blood as he licked the wound clean as if it were in my mouth.
“I can hear things,” he whispered. “Everything is music.”
“You smell like a pine forest,” I told him. “Well, like sex in a pine forest. And I felt…”
He pulled my lips to his and kissed me deeply. “That’s what I feel for you, Greyson. It’s too big for words, but if I had to try, I’d say I love you.”
“I love you too,” I murmured against his neck.
“I know,” he said with a light chuckle. “Felt that too.”
His tongue dragged over the wound in my shoulder, leaving a slight sting behind. I didn’t care. Whether it was from him or I was still riding my own high, I was still halfway in bliss, and not ready to come out of it yet.
Gaston kept licking my wound periodically while I laid there as still as I could. Any movement at all was extremely overstimulating to him, and it bled through the bond to me. There were a lot of fun, devious ways I could abuse that, I realized, but they’d have to wait for next time. That evening, I was content to just lie there with him and try to process all the new information flooding my senses.
We didn’t need words to communicate for most of the time we lay there, but what we had clearly wasn’t some form of telepathy like the itherie had. It was more like we could sense what the other one was going to say or do before he did it, a weird sort of anticipation. I knew if he had an itch, or if I started to clench around him, or if my breath was tickling his skin.
“Is it like this with the pack, too?” I asked quietly. Everything seemed so much louder and more intense since we’d bonded. I hoped that didn’t affect my music.
“This is like a thousand times more intense,” Gaston replied. “I can’t feel other wolves’ physical sensations, but I can get a general emotional sense if I concentrate on someone specific.”
I tilted my head back to look up at him. “What’s your dad’s right now?”
Gaston winced slightly. “He’s the exception, but only because I know he’s actively blocking anyone from being able to read him. He’s in pain a lot of the time since he broke his hip, and doesn’t want others to pick up on it.”
“It must be difficult to see him like that.” I rubbed his chest in soothing circles.
“It is. He’s my alpha, but he’s my dad first. He’ll be able to take a step back once I get settled in here.” Gaston kissed the top of my head. “But we’ll have to get you initiated into the pack before all that.”
I froze as I realized I had no idea what that entailed.
Gaston smiled. “It’s not that bad. You won’t get hazed or anything. You just have to make an oath, and share food and drink with my dad.”
“That doesn’t sound so bad.” I’d survived breakfast with him. I could make it through a ritualized dinner service.
“And the pack has to accept you,” he added quickly, “but everyone already loves you, so that won’t be an issue. If it ever is, I’ll growl a whole lot until it isn’t.”
I chuckled and kissed the end of his nose. “I love you, Gaston.”
“I know,” he said, squeezing me tight. “I love you too, Greyson.”
The next morning, we were up early. Grey was a little slow moving, but insisted he was fine. I’d spent well over an hour taking care of him after we mated, making sure to bandage the bite on his shoulder, even if I didn’t want to. I wanted it out where everyone could see, and I could sense he did too, but we’d both agreed to wait a little longer before we announced ourselves publicly.
At least to most people. My parents, of course, were the exception.
I sat stiffly at the table across from them, with Grey on my right and Di on my left. We were in the middle of Bluz, which I thought was a fine place for the meeting. Better than doing it at Dad’s house where there might be other pack members around. The only one at Bluz that early was Di, and she was involved in my scheme, too.
Grey picked at his plate of sausage and eggs. I thought having the meeting over breakfast would be the way to go, but nobody seemed like they were in the mood to eat except for me. I was starving.
Dad ate enough to be polite before pushing his plate away. “All right. What did you want to see us about, Gaston?”
“Yeah, I’d like to know why I’m here so early,” Di said, crossing her arms. “I better be getting paid for this.”
I took a deep breath. This was not how it was supposed to be done. I should have gotten his blessing first, especially since I was planning on re-inserting myself into the pack. There should have been negotiations, discussions about hierarchy, plans. But I hadn’t wanted to wait for all that. Not that I thought my parents would disapprove of Grey. They’d already expressed how much they liked him, and that we were good together. I was more worried Dad would be annoyed by the extreme breach in protocol.
“Dad, Mom,” I started, taking Grey’s hand. “Grey and I have officially mated.”
“Oh my god.” Grey dropped his fork and used his other hand to shield his face, obviously embarrassed. “You could’ve phrased that better.”
“Congrats!” Di gave me a hard pat on the back.
“It’s true though,” I said, forging ahead. “I know there’s supposed to be a process, and I should’ve run it by you first, but—”
“Gaston.”
I sat up straighter when Dad said my name. “Yes, sir?”
He sighed and looked at Grey. “Do you understand your responsibilities to my son, Greyson?”
Grey lowered his hand and swallowed, squeezing my hand. “Yes, sir.”
“You’re a good man,” Dad added, making my chest swell with pride. “And though my son can be impulsive at times, he will make a good alpha for this pack someday. That is, if he chooses to resume his position here. Unless you two will be moving to Los Angeles?”
Grey looked over at me and nodded, sending encouragement and strength through our shared bond.
“Actually, Dad, I’d like to stay here.”
“Aw, sweetie.” Mom stood up and came around the table to hug me. “We’re so glad to have you coming home!”
Dad seemed relieved, though he only showed it with a small smile as Mom came back to sit. “Well then, I assume Greyson will be petitioning to join the pack soon?”
“Yes, sir,” Grey said again. “If you’d have me.”
Dad nodded once. “The Bluegrass Pack would be honored to have you. There are, of course, some responsibilities, especially as the mate of someone who’s going to lead someday.”
“Actually, Grey won’t be stepping up to be my co-alpha,” I said.
“He won’t?” both Mom and Di said at the same time.
Diana leaned forward. “Gaston, if he’s not going to help run things, who is?”
“I was hoping you would,” I said, turning to Di.
