In Wulf’s Clothing Page 7

  “Are you nervous?” Cory asked.

  “Aren’t you?”

  “No. Not now that we’re here. I’m feeling like this is exactly right.” Cory came around to take his hand.

  “Exactly right.” Where had this confident wolf come from? Cory had always had the potential to take on the whole world, but his needs had always seemed more simple, as if they would align with the pack.

  This Cory was a bulldozer who was going to get what he wanted.

  And what he wanted was Trey.

  Cory squeezed his fingers and led him in, the house surrounding him with the scent of his lover. There was a jumble of earth and southwest and wood, but he would have to explore later. For now, Cory towed him right into the bedroom. The bed dominated making him gasp with its huge, colonial-Spanish decadence.

  “Oh.” He knew he was gaping. He didn’t care. “Your bed.”

  It was a stupid response, he knew it, but this was a fantasy, that thing he wanted to know.

  “I bought it at an auction a couple years ago. Online. They shipped it in these huge pods…” Cory laughed low, the sound running up his spine in shivers. “It made me think of you. Look. It has wolves carved in it.”

  “It’s amazing.” He reached out, stroking the posts, hands dragging over the wood. The designer in him wanted to make a dress out of the design, the woodgrain fascinating him.

  The sexy kitty in him wanted to jump on the pile of coverlets and pillows and dare Cory to take him.

  “I—” He looked at Cory and toed off his boots. He didn’t have a sketchbook with him anyway.

  “Mmmhmm.” Cory winked, taking off the uniform jacket that actually had a nice cut to it. “I have some paper and stuff you can sketch with later. Get naked, baby.” Cory stripped off the shirt next, that wide, brown chest making him drool.

  How had Cory known?

  He pulled his shirt off, trying not to feel lean and pale, compared to his man.

  “God, you’re amazing.” Cory stopped, hands on his open fly. Staring. “You make my mouth dry.”

  “Yeah?” He took a deep breath. Thank the moon. He let himself believe it. “I want you. I want to feel you again.”

  “Uh-huh.” Cory struggled out of the stupid pants and the hot boots and lunged for him, lifting him to pull off his pants, too. “Now.”

  Suddenly they were right there, naked and together. He couldn’t breathe with the rush of hunger. Cory stretched out over him, pushing him down into the clouds of pillows and blankets that covered the bed. They were like a den or a nest, and he moaned at the feel of all the textures on his back, and the heat of Cory pressing his front.

  The first kiss took his breath away.

  Cory took his lips like he was storming a beach, and Trey opened wider, trying to accept more, take everything Cory could give him.

  They rocked together, already out of control just from the feel of skin-on-skin—enough to get them cooking with oil.

  Trey wrapped around Cory, holding on and squeezing tight.

  Cory bit at Trey’s lower lip, Cory’s cock hard as iron against his hip. He arched at the touch, his neck throbbing at the base where the mating bite was intended.

  He wanted more. Trey wanted to wear Cory’s marks. He needed Cory to touch him everywhere.

  “I want that too.” Cory rose up, pushing a hand between them. Those callused fingers found Trey’s cock, rubbing up and down.

  He gasped. All the touches he’d had, all the caresses—none of them compared to this.

  “That’s it, baby.” Cory stared into his eyes, serious and sure. “Feel how good this is.”

  “It…it’s always good between us. Always.”

  “Always. Even when we were dumb kids.” Cory nodded sharply, stroking him, making him burn. His balls drew up, and he was roaring toward the end all too soon.

  “Fuck…” One knee drew up to make more space, and Trey whimpered, bucking into Cory’s hand.

  “Soon. I want you relaxed so I can open you up and fuck you so good.”

  He refused to be jealous and wonder if Cory had learned to talk during sex from River. Or someone like that. Okay, he might be jealous.

  Cory barked out a laugh. “Pornhub.”

  “Porn…” Fuck him raw. The idea of Cory whacking off to internet porn should have been funny. It wasn’t. Trey pulled himself up and kissed Cory hard.

  Cory moaned, taking the kiss to someplace deep and toothy. Hell yes. He let himself sink into the connection, trusting Cory with his soul. Trey closed his eyes, listening to the song that swelled in his head, this rushing water sound that made him want to howl.

  You can make whatever sound you need. I want to hear every one.

  He groaned, tongue fucking Cory’s lips. He needed to come so bad he couldn’t bear it, his skin too tight as if he had a fever and he was going to combust spontaneously any minute.

  “Come on, baby. Come for me. Shoot for me, lover. I want to feel you.” Cory’s voice rang in his head, filling him up and pushing just the right button.

  He arched up, almost knocking his head into Cory’s chin, and his whole body shook when he did as ordered, Cory’s words too good to deny.

  Cory’s touch gentled, easing him through the aftershocks, letting him feel every second of pleasure. So good to him.

  That hard heat never diminished, Cory pressing against him, reminding Trey that this was round one. Damn. He panted against Cory’s neck, licking the sweat he found there.

  Cory stilled, beginning to vibrate, and Trey pulled back. “Was that a good shiver or a bad one?”

  “Good.” Those dark eyes burned into his, color high on Cory’ cheeks. Someone had a hot spot.

  “Excellent, you smell so good.” Trey nuzzled in again, licking and loving on Cory, making his lover growl. He pulled back to look up. Was he doing something wrong? Wolves and their throats.

  “Thanks, baby. No one touches me there. Surprised me.” Cory stroked his ass.

  “No one but me. I like that.” He drew one leg up, hooking it on Cory’s hip.

  “You’ll get a lot of that, I bet.” Cory knelt up, lifting him right along so that he leaned back, but he wasn’t afraid of falling. “Reach that drawer there, huh? That’s where I keep the lube.”

  “On it.” He made sure to rub all along Cory’s cock as he stretched for the drawer. The way Cory shivered for him told him it felt just as good to his lover as it did to him.

  Cory grunted. “Tease. Goddess, you’re hot.”

  “I need you. Fuck, I’m still hard for you, you know?” He found the lube, still writhing, still moving. He was aching, too, his cock bouncing.

  “Uh-huh. That’s good, baby. I want you crazy for me. Gonna spread you out so you can see me, gonna push into you and fuck you.” Cory took the lube from him, bracing him on those hard thighs. “Hold yourself up? I know you can do it. You’re so strong.”

  He kneeled up tall, balancing with his hands on Cory’s shoulders. “Like this?”

  “Fuck yes.” Cory grinned, that look so wolfy, and opened the lube, then squirted it. Trey heard it more than saw it, as it was behind his back, but he sure felt the cold, slick touch when Cory slid a finger inside him.

  His eyes went wide, and his belly drew up. Cory was inside him. In him. That wide finger slid in and stayed right there, holding him inside.

  The stretch and burn was so sudden as to be shocking, but nothing had ever felt so right in his life as this. Nothing. He couldn’t even lie to himself.

  “Please.” He rocked back and forth, his eyes crossing as a second finger moved inside him.

  “I got you, baby. I do. You’re gonna be wet for me. Ready. I swear.” Cory was gentle but relentless, really pushing him to his limit.

  “Need you.” He rested his forehead against Cory’s shoulder, breathing hard as he panted.

  “Yeah. Yeah.” Cory nodded as if making a decision, then gently laid Trey back down on the bed with his free hand. Cory pulled those fingers free, leaving him f
eeling empty for a long moment while he slicked up that impressive cock.

  He licked his lips at the sight of that hand moving on Cory’s cock. “So pretty. Big.”

  He didn’t remember Cory being so big.

  Cory laughed. “All grown up now, huh?” Cory arched, eyes closing for a moment, and he stared, just stunned at how fucking beautiful Cory was.

  “Yes. Grown up and hot as fuck.” And he wanted. Now. He grabbed his legs and pulled himself up and out, putting on a show.

  It worked. When Cory opened his eyes, he jerked, then moaned. He muscled up between Trey’s legs, spreading them even wider. “Jesus, baby. You—you’re everything.”

  “In me. Please, Cory. Now.”

  “Yes. Now.” Cory guided that heavy dick to his wet hole, the head popping right into the ring of muscle there. Christ. His shoulders lifted off the mattress, his abs taut and aching.

  Fuck, that was perfect.

  “Oh.” The sound was long, drawn out, filled with what sounded like awe. Cory hung there above him, inside him, for long moments. Then he pulled back and shoved all the way in, deep.

  “Mate!” He arched, beginning to rock, moving with Cory, meeting every thrust.

  “Yes. My mate. Mine, Trey. I know it.” Cory slapped against him in short, sharp thrusts, the mattress squeaking.

  “Don’t stop. Fuck, don’t you stop.” He was going to lose his mind.

  “Never. I got you, baby.” Those hips drove forward over and over.

  His world went a little gray around the edges, his wolf called right up to the surface. He bounced, each thrust rocking him.

  “That’s right. Mine.” Cory’s growl shook him to the ground.

  He nodded hard, knowing no one could hold him to any promises he made during sex.

  Cory nosed along his throat, making the best, deep sounds that made him lift his chin.

  That got him a nip, even the blunt human teeth making him burn. Fuck.

  “Bitey…” He wanted to scream with it, but he swallowed the sound back.

  “No one can hear you out here but me. And I want to.” Cory bit again, slamming into him.

  “Cory!” He shot, his balls emptying in a dizzying rush.

  Cory howled for him, the sound so human, but so wolf. His mate bucked and shook, then filled him deep and hard, coming inside him.

  His world stopped short, everything on earth falling away, leaving nothing but Cory.

  They slumped down together after an orgasm that went all too fast but seemed to last forever. It was perfect.

  He wrapped his legs around Cory’s hips, holding on tight. “Damn.”

  “Yeah. Oh, baby.” Cory pressed their foreheads together. Trey met Cory’s eyes, holding the gaze, sinking into pure chocolate brown.

  They both smiled a tiny bit, their hearts slowing down together. The bed was still like a cloud, which was pretty cool considering how much activity it had just seen.

  “Love your bed.” He stretched, clenching around the cock inside him.

  “Me too. Even more now.” Cory said it in such a happy voice that it made Trey flush with pleasure. Cory rumbled softly, the sound sending shivers through him.

  He just petted that long back, admiring all that muscle with his fingers.

  How was he going to ever learn to live without this? How could he?

  This was his mate. This was… Goddess, it was a mistake.

  “Shh…Breathe. I have you. Let me hold you.”

  “What am I going to do? You’re—you’re inside me.”

  “I am. Just breathe, baby. Like we did before.”

  “I miss you.” The words tore out of him.

  “A part of me was gone every day you were.” Cory rubbed noses with him.

  He melted, even though a part of him worried that this was a recipe for heartache. Trey decided he couldn’t think about it now. Now was for snuggling.

  Now was for Cory and that heavy cock softening in his ass and remembering how they smelled together. Cory was different in so many ways, but that scent was the same after all this time. Hot and musky and male.

  Right.

  Love.

  Dammit.

  9

  Cory watched Trey sleep. He wondered how long it had been since his mate has slept like this, as if there was nothing out there that could hurt him. He hoped he’d given Trey that.

  His mate slept draped over him, hair wild, lips parted, the rest so deep that he could hear Trey’s dreams. He loved that crazy hair; it looked like something off the pages of GQ. He stroked through with one hand, letting himself feel, letting Trey feel him.

  Trey snuggled closer, following his touch. Asleep, Trey had no doubt.

  Trey was dreaming of running, paws digging into the ground, leaves flying.

  He knew Trey said they had land, but when had he really run beneath the moon last? His wolf’s scars were fascinating with fur…

  He could see it, how that left arm was crooked, bent. He leaned down, touching the scars there so carefully.

  Trey’s eyes popped open. “It’s ugly.”

  “Huh? It is not. I think you’re stunning.” He wouldn’t pinch, but he wanted to.

  “Liar.” Trey’s lips quirked though, and he could feel his mate’s pleasure. “It’s why I have the ink.”

  “I know. I mean, I figured.” He traced scars and black lines of shapes that could be flowers, could be animals, not letting Trey pull away. After a few moments, Trey relaxed and let him. He lifted Trey’s arm, licking the fine lines, the heavier scars, rejoicing in the strength that allowed his mate to survive and thrive.

  “Tickles!” Trey squirmed. “Well, around them. The big ones are kinda numb.”

  “I could kill him,” Cory growled. “I’ve thought about it.”

  “It’s a happy thought, isn’t it?”

  “It is. I hate that he’s still here. Still stirring up trouble. I know that’s tradition, unless he demanded a fight to the death, but damn.”

  “He’s an asshole. He always was, always will be.”

  “Yeah.” Cory gave up that line of talk. “Wanna go soak? The hot springs eddy is still bubbling away out there.”

  “Yeah?” Oh, that had been a good idea, those bright green eyes lit up with eagerness. “I’m all in. Let’s do it.”

  “Cool.” He wanted to dance at putting that happy expression on Trey’s face. “Let me grab some towels.”

  Trey grabbed him and kissed him hard enough his ears popped and he saw stars. He hummed, hugging his mate strongly. They kinda just lost themselves a minute before they broke to breathe.

  They both rolled up, heading to the bathroom. Towels, a wee pit stop, and they were off. No one would care if they went naked.

  And if they did, Trey could bite them. He’d pay to watch that. His lover had some pent-up rage. It would have to boil over somewhere. Sex, if he was lucky.

  Now there was an idea… The pool had some natural ledges worn into the rock.

  He grabbed the lube and wrapped it in the towel. That way they had it, just in case. If Trey wasn’t in the mood, he wouldn’t push it and lose that happy smile.

  They headed down the path, holding hands, Trey nudging his hip as they walked.

  He could just be happy like this. Trey couldn’t, though, and he knew it. Trey belonged to the world out there, and Cory would have to ponder that.

  Later. He would deal with this later. Right now, he needed to share this stolen moment with his mate.

  He squeezed Trey’s hand, then pulled him off the trail where they would push down to the water to go to the eddy that filled with natural spring water.

  “Oh Goddess. I remember this. I so remember this.” Trey’s laughter was the finest thing he’d ever heard.

  “Yeah. Now we don’t have to be quiet, huh?” He laughed right out loud, tickled.

  “Right? Kiss me.” Trey pushed into his arms.

  He moaned, pulling Trey right up against him, taking that kiss. Cory needed it like he neede
d air, and Trey was eager, hard, happy and ready for him.

  “Oh, baby. Feel you. Let’s get in the water.” He dropped the towels and lube on a flat rock to keep them safe, then pulled Trey into the cold water, gasping until they found that steaming hot eddy.

  “Oh. Oh, come here. Hold me. Better.” Trey shivered and pushed into his arms, deepening the kiss again, tongue dancing against Cory’s.

  So good. He loved the feel of Trey’s arms wrapped around his neck, the way that lean body slid against him in the water. He felt less huge and awkward here, too.

  Trey pulled back and smiled at him. “Awkward? You? You move like a dream.”

  Cory’s heart soared. Trey heard him, too.

  “I still feel like a weird, gangly kid. Too tall for everything around me.” He knew he’d filled out, but he didn’t look like most anyone in the tribe.

  “You’re beautiful, and I know from beautiful. I work with models all the time.”

  “Stop it. You’re the pretty one, ‘Wulf’,” he teased. Not that the pretty part was a tease. Just the name.

  “It works. I might growl sometimes. A little.” Trey chuckled. “They think it’s an act.”

  “Ah. All but your little pack?” Was he jealous of Trey’s friends? Yeah, maybe some.

  “Yeah.” Trey shrugged, the expression a little hurt. “They’re good people, you know. All wolves like me. Outcasts.” Outsiders.

  “I know they are, baby. Or you wouldn’t be with them. I just— I can’t help it.” He hugged Trey tight.

  “Shh…let’s not talk about it. We have right now. Together.”

  “We do.” Cory took another kiss, the water warming him all over as Trey moved against him. That was like a dream.

  He let one hand rest heavy against Trey’s ass while his mate writhed, hips rubbing and rocking almost frantically against him.

  They could slow down but why? They had plenty of time to do something with that lube. For now, they could just make each other feel good like this.

  And there was a part of him that felt amazing, knowing his lover needed him so badly, craved him and his touch.

  Goddess knew, he needed Trey’s. And when Trey grabbed his cock to stroke, he almost howled with it.