sink.
Tying an apron around his waist, Cort put butter in the pan
and tossed in the steak. They would have to share it but he figured that was
okay. It was a huge steak and Finn was a slender pup.
Soon his pup was back, shining with water and smelling of
soap, his stomach growling vigorously. “All clean!”
Cort pulled Finn in close, not caring that it made him damp,
and put his nose in Finn’s neck, breathing in. “You smell like mine.”
“Mmm. Makes me shiver.”
“Did the others see my mark?” He stroked the dark spot.
“Pat did. He said that he was so jealous that I’d found a
mate.” Finn gave him a serious look. “I told him you said we were all still
family.”
“We are, Finn. I made you a promise. Kyle will help me find
a way to keep everyone together after two weeks.”
“Someone will find him, want to be his mate, right?”
“Pat? Of course. You know he’s not like you though, right?”
Cort could tell that Pat was a Dom like he was. It was why he managed the young
pups so well.
“He’s a wolf, Cort, I promise.”
That had him chuckling. “I know that. I meant he isn’t a
sweet sub like you—he’s a Dom.” He could see the confusion in Finn’s eyes and
added, “He’s an Alpha.”
“Oh. Pat? I think he could be, yes. With a pack, but he’s
like me. He doesn’t want to start a family.”
“He doesn’t need to, he already has one.” Cort kissed the
top of Finn’s head. He didn’t think Pat’s mate was among the pups, though, or
Pat would have already made his move.
Cort pulled the steak off and threw the eggs on, frying them
quickly, then they headed for the table and it was déjà vu all over again. He
even made Finn sit on his lap. This time, though, he cut the steak and offered
Finn a piece from his fingers.
Finn leaned forward, snapped the bite up. Oh, his pup was
hungry. Had Finn had anything but that one bite of steak from this morning to
eat? Cort guessed not. He offered a second piece over.
“Thank you.”
Finn ate eagerly, wiggling on his lap. Cort’s prick, which
had already begun to fill, continued to do so, getting firmer with every
wriggle.
He fed Finn the lion’s share, dropping kisses on the sweet
lips as Finn’s hunger ebbed. The eggs needed a fork and he almost pouted at not
being able to feed them to his pup with his fingers. Almost. They were messy
enough anyway, drops of the runny yolk falling on his chest. Finn swooped down,
lapped them off. Such lovely instincts.
Humming, he stroked Finn’s back, fingers tracing Finn’s
spine. Finn’s lips found his nipple, the suction gentle and steady, fine enough
that his eyelashes fluttered. He wrapped a hand around Finn’s skull, not
wanting his pup to stop. Finn slid to the side, moaning against his skin,
tongue flicking the tip of his hardened bit of flesh. Jerking, he grabbed hold
of Finn’s hip with his other hand so he didn’t buck his pup off.
Finn sat up, licking his lips. “Eggs then bed? Is that okay?
Bed? I want to touch.”
“Not only okay, I insist on it.” Smiling, he stroked Finn’s
cheek, his cock pressing hard against Finn’s thigh.
“Oh, good.”
It took them seconds to wolf down the last of the eggs and
as soon as they had he picked Finn up and carried his pup to bed. Finn’s hands
moved over him restlessly, petting and pushing.
He put Finn down in the middle of the mattress, climbing up
after him and lying down on the slender body. Finn stretched, the smile on his
lover’s face pure bliss.
“Mate.” The word purred out of Finn.
Cort stole a kiss, meaning it to be quick, but once he was
there he sank into it, tongue pressing between Finn’s lips. Finn’s hands pushed
into his hair, fingers curling and holding on. Moving against Finn, he
undulated and rubbed their entire bodies together. The most amazing little
sounds filled his lips, his pup calling to him. It made his balls ache to hear
those sounds.
He’d had a dozen subs, more, but none who gave themselves
Tying an apron around his waist, Cort put butter in the pan
and tossed in the steak. They would have to share it but he figured that was
okay. It was a huge steak and Finn was a slender pup.
Soon his pup was back, shining with water and smelling of
soap, his stomach growling vigorously. “All clean!”
Cort pulled Finn in close, not caring that it made him damp,
and put his nose in Finn’s neck, breathing in. “You smell like mine.”
“Mmm. Makes me shiver.”
“Did the others see my mark?” He stroked the dark spot.
“Pat did. He said that he was so jealous that I’d found a
mate.” Finn gave him a serious look. “I told him you said we were all still
family.”
“We are, Finn. I made you a promise. Kyle will help me find
a way to keep everyone together after two weeks.”
“Someone will find him, want to be his mate, right?”
“Pat? Of course. You know he’s not like you though, right?”
Cort could tell that Pat was a Dom like he was. It was why he managed the young
pups so well.
“He’s a wolf, Cort, I promise.”
That had him chuckling. “I know that. I meant he isn’t a
sweet sub like you—he’s a Dom.” He could see the confusion in Finn’s eyes and
added, “He’s an Alpha.”
“Oh. Pat? I think he could be, yes. With a pack, but he’s
like me. He doesn’t want to start a family.”
“He doesn’t need to, he already has one.” Cort kissed the
top of Finn’s head. He didn’t think Pat’s mate was among the pups, though, or
Pat would have already made his move.
Cort pulled the steak off and threw the eggs on, frying them
quickly, then they headed for the table and it was déjà vu all over again. He
even made Finn sit on his lap. This time, though, he cut the steak and offered
Finn a piece from his fingers.
Finn leaned forward, snapped the bite up. Oh, his pup was
hungry. Had Finn had anything but that one bite of steak from this morning to
eat? Cort guessed not. He offered a second piece over.
“Thank you.”
Finn ate eagerly, wiggling on his lap. Cort’s prick, which
had already begun to fill, continued to do so, getting firmer with every
wriggle.
He fed Finn the lion’s share, dropping kisses on the sweet
lips as Finn’s hunger ebbed. The eggs needed a fork and he almost pouted at not
being able to feed them to his pup with his fingers. Almost. They were messy
enough anyway, drops of the runny yolk falling on his chest. Finn swooped down,
lapped them off. Such lovely instincts.
Humming, he stroked Finn’s back, fingers tracing Finn’s
spine. Finn’s lips found his nipple, the suction gentle and steady, fine enough
that his eyelashes fluttered. He wrapped a hand around Finn’s skull, not
wanting his pup to stop. Finn slid to the side, moaning against his skin,
tongue flicking the tip of his hardened bit of flesh. Jerking, he grabbed hold
of Finn’s hip with his other hand so he didn’t buck his pup off.
Finn sat up, licking his lips. “Eggs then bed? Is that okay?
Bed? I want to touch.”
“Not only okay, I insist on it.” Smiling, he stroked Finn’s
cheek, his cock pressing hard against Finn’s thigh.
“Oh, good.”
It took them seconds to wolf down the last of the eggs and
as soon as they had he picked Finn up and carried his pup to bed. Finn’s hands
moved over him restlessly, petting and pushing.
He put Finn down in the middle of the mattress, climbing up
after him and lying down on the slender body. Finn stretched, the smile on his
lover’s face pure bliss.
“Mate.” The word purred out of Finn.
Cort stole a kiss, meaning it to be quick, but once he was
there he sank into it, tongue pressing between Finn’s lips. Finn’s hands pushed
into his hair, fingers curling and holding on. Moving against Finn, he
undulated and rubbed their entire bodies together. The most amazing little
sounds filled his lips, his pup calling to him. It made his balls ache to hear
those sounds.
He’d had a dozen subs, more, but none who gave themselves
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