Roan had a strong suspicion his wolf had taken control, although he wasn’t furry, thank goodness. But he’d never actually attacked a man before; never craved someone with the urgency he felt throbbing through his whole body. His nose told him Mace wanted him whether he had the right equipment or not; his mate had said the words, and couldn’t have made them more clear. And if there was one thing Roan did know about, it was having sex. Not the kissing, hands roving thing Mace was used to, if the way his hands were working were any indication, but he knew enough about the basics to get them mated.
Crap and darnation, Mace wore underwear. Of course he did, he was human and no matter how his body quivered with excitement, Roan couldn’t tear his mate’s clothing. Roan evaded Mace’s hands, and slid down his mate’s body, determined to get at the heat he could feel inside of those sexy black briefs. He stripped off his own pants, and surreptitiously felt around his hole. Yes. For the first time in his life, Roan was thrilled he was an Omega. He’d never been damp around his ass before, but his mother’s lessons were engraved in his brain. He climbed back onto Mace’s lap, one thought in mind.
“Wait,” Mace gasped, grabbing Roan’s hips and preventing him from sinking down on the slab of flesh waiting for him. Roan lifted his lip on one side and was sure a fang was showing. If Mace thought he was stopping now, he hadn’t bargained on Roan’s wolf. “Lube. Stretching. Don’t want to hurt….”
Roan bared both fangs, and pushed his buttocks down hard. “Yeeees!” He knew Mace would be the perfect fit. Being human, Mace’s cock wasn’t as big as some he’d had shoved in his butt, but as he sat for a second and allowed his body to adjust to the invasion, Roan knew he’d found his perfect fit.
“How? When?” Roan didn’t want to answer Mace’s questions. He had his mate right where he needed him, and he flexed his hips, moving slowly at first, and then picked up the pace. Mace grunted and groaned, his own hips twitching, his hands still solid on Roan’s butt. Roan leaned forward, his hands finding their place on Mace’s chest. Damn, he wished he’d taken the time to strip his mate first, but the urgency through his body hadn’t lessened, and he soon forgot everything except the way his body moved and writhed, pinned on Mace’s cock. If he closed his eyes he could feel the veins, the heat, and the twitching that signaled Mace was close.
He sped up, bouncing on Mace’s cock, clenching his inner muscles, determined to feel Mace’s seed coat his insides. Just as he felt Mace go rigid, a foreign hand – Mace’s – curled around his cock and Roan’s body arched and he cried out. Mace’s teeth bit his neck, and Roan’s wolf reacted; clamping his teeth down on Mace’s neck, the swallowing of blood locking them together for life. Roan slumped onto Mace’s chest, savoring the feeling of closeness. Mace’s arms were wrapped around his back, and Roan breathed deeply – the scent of his mate, both around him and in him, finally making him whole.
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Holy fucking hell, I’ve never come so hard in my freaking life. Mace stared at the ceiling, trying to recover his breath. Any doubts he’d had about having sex with a guy were completely blown out of the water. He’d loved it, loved every second of it. But…? He looked down at Roan who was snuggled into his chest.
“How come…I thought with anal you had to, you know, stretching and lube and stuff.” Mace had done some research on man on man sex just the day before. He’d by-passed the porn, deeming it unrealistic and besides, it did nothing for him. But he did find a few sites that all stressed the importance of preparation, the need for lubrication, and of course, using a condom. He’d been shocked to the core when Roan just climbed on and started riding him like a rodeo bull.
Roan snorted, and then chuckled. “I see you’ve either done some research or you’ve had anal sex before.”
“Nope. First for me. I wanted things to be good for you so I might have looked at a few sites online.” Mace had hoped Roan would look up; he wanted to check that his new mate was feeling okay. He was worried he might have been a bit rough.
“It’s the omega part of me,” Roan said, and Mace felt fingers tracing around his nipple through his shirt. Roan was nervous, and Mace found his hands started moving up and down Roan’s back automatically. “Omegas are different to other wolf shifters. We’re mostly the same in that we don’t give or get diseases, and our claiming’s through sex and biting. But with omegas, we, our body, when we’re with our mates, our body prepares itself for penetration as soon as we’re aroused. My ass has been damp since I got in the car.”
“So that large bottle of lube I bought was a waste of money?” Mace wasn’t worried about Roan’s omega traits, he found them fascinating, but he couldn’t resist teasing.
This time Roan did lean up and look him straight in the eyes. “Unless you have a tendency to masturbate often, or you let me fuck you.” He stopped, and Mace found himself holding his breath. “And yeah, I’m only teasing. Omegas never get the opportunity to top and I doubt you’ll have much energy for masturbation. We shifters have a high sex drive, and now I’ve found my mate, I have years’ worth of orgasms to catch up on.”
Mace wondered what Roan meant by that – had he ever had an orgasm with another person before. But Roan didn’t give him a chance to think about it, because sticky and sweaty as they were, he leaned in for a kiss, and Mace’s cock, still encased in its warm home, started to firm up again. He idly wondered if they’d ever get a chance to do this naked and in a bed. He wasn’t as young as he used to be. But when Roan started his sensual dance again, Mace forgot to care.