Bobby opened the door to the room and then stepped inside. Mark didn’t hesitate; he just threw himself onto the big man. Bobby caught him, twisted around, and pinned him to the closing door.
The walls of the room shook with the force, and Mark’s head hit the door. White stars circled in his vision, and then Bobby was on him, mouth pressed to Mark’s, barely allowing him to catch his breath.
Mark’s belly fluttered. Nothing before moved him like this man and his aggression. His utter and complete possession of Mark’s body turned Mark on and got his dick painfully rigid.
He opened for Bobby, and Bobby claimed him with his tongue, burying his hands in Mark’s hair, holding him in place so he couldn’t fight.
Not that Mark was going to put up a fight. Christ, he’d been dreaming of this for weeks, of the touch of Bobby on his body, the taste of the man.
As if he was addicted or something.
The way Mark wanted this man was crazy.
And maybe Bobby felt the same, if his moans were any sign.
“Damn, I missed you.” Bobby raked his teeth over Mark’s throat, sending another shiver down Mark’s body.
“Missed you. Jerked off thinking of you.” Mark got out the words before Bobby reclaimed his mouth.
They kissed, licking and sucking, biting and lapping at each other as if neither of them could get enough.
Bobby let go of Mark’s head, but only to fight with Mark’s shirt, trying to get it off without making room for it. He’d plastered his body to Mark’s without a hint of space between them.
“Back off,” Mark whispered. “Let me get out of…”
Bobby let him go, and Mark almost fell to his knees. He had no idea how much the man had been holding him upright. His knees had weakened at the very first touch.
Mark staggered, trying to pull his shirt over his head. Anything to get naked faster.
Bobby had his shirt over his head and tossed it onto the floor. Mark’s joined it. Then Bobby was on him again, this time Bobby’s large hands unbuttoning Mark’s jeans.
Mark laughed. “I can do that. Do you.”
“Fuck. Need you. Damn clothing.” Bobby growled, and the sound just melted Mark. What was it about this man and his damn alpha ways? Mark had never been crazy about the show of force, the show of dominance, until now. Until Bobby.
Mark kicked off his shoes, stripped out of his jeans, and jumped onto the bed with Bobby right behind him. Bobby stalked up the king-size bed to where Mark sat, his back against the pillows, waiting.
Bobby grabbed Mark’s foot by the ankle and bent down. He inhaled deeply, eyes closed, and moaned. “Yes, God, I love the way you smell.” Then he licked Mark’s toes, up his ankle, and laid long, wet strokes up Mark’s calf.
Mark struggled against Bobby. Not that it hurt or tickled, but he couldn’t keep himself from crying out, begging for more. Bobby lapped at him as if he were the best-tasting thing ever.
No one had ever done the shit Bobby did to him. And until he’d met Bobby, if someone had told him that he’d love it, he’d have told them to fuck off. No way.
He wanted Bobby to do everything to him. Whatever the man wanted, Mark wanted too.
Bobby worked his tongue over Mark’s knee, behind it, and to the inside of Mark’s thigh.
“Yes, God!” Mark cried out, clutching his dick, stroking it.
“Don’t!” Bobby rumbled as he looked up into Mark’s eyes. “That’s mine.”
Mark froze, locked in the man’s gaze. He let his cock go and grabbed the covers instead.
“Damn right.” Now Bobby’s deep chuckle, coupled with that smile of his, about undid Mark, but he held back coming. Not until Bobby told him. Ordered him.
Bobby lowered his head and resumed licking up Mark’s thigh, his hand sliding along before his tongue, setting the hair on Mark’s leg tingling only to be soothed by the wetness of his tongue. He nipped at the tender spot just below Mark’s balls.
“God! Fuck me!” Mark couldn’t keep it inside anymore.
Bobby shook his head. “I say when I fuck you. Right?”
“Right,” Mark gasped, his chest heaving as he gulped in air to keep himself under control.
“I say when you come.”
Mark nodded as he bit down hard on his bottom lip.
“Say it.” Bobby licked Mark’s nut, his tongue teasing it.
“You tell me when to come.” Mark nearly ripped holes in the bedspread, he clutched it so tightly.
“Damn right.”
Bobby licked Mark’s other nut, then laid the flat of his tongue against the fat underside of Mark’s cock, tracing the bulging vein up to the tip of his shaft.
“Please,” Mark whimpered. His balls tightened up, and the familiar tingling started at the base of his cock. “Soon.”
Bobby wrapped his hand around the base of Mark’s dick and then swallowed the upper half. Mark cried out, banging his head against the wall. He squeezed his eyes shut, struggling to keep from coming, as Bobby sucked him hard.
Up and down, Bobby slid Mark’s cock in and out of his mouth. And watching it, damn, that only made it worse. Made him want to shoot so damn bad. Made him want to give Bobby every drop of his cum.
“Bobby. Gonna…wanna…” Mark panted, unable to finish a sentence.
“Not yet.” Bobby sucked on the fat head of Mark’s dick, now red and growing darker as blood infused it.
Up. Down. Swirl.
Bobby drove Mark insane. This was insanity. Begging to come and praying not to, to let it last, until Mark lost his mind.
Bobby popped off. He looked up at Mark, and Mark stilled.
“Come for me, baby.”
Mark’s body went tight. Then he arched off the bed, letting the command take over him, letting go, coming at last.
“Yes! Fuck, yes!” Mark shot hard, the streams of white cum jerking his body each time one left, arching into the air. Bobby’s knowing stare, saying, You’re fucking mine, and I own you, just dragged out the orgasm until Mark, spent and wasted, collapsed onto his back on the bed.
“Oh God,” Mark whispered when he finally caught his breath.
Bobby chuckled. “I needed that.”
“I’m the one who came.” Mark pushed up to look at him.
“No. I came too. Watching you.” Bobby blushed. “Never did that before.”
They lay staring up at the ceiling of the hotel room.
“I have to go back home tomorrow.” Mark wanted to get that out first before he said anything else. “I have work.”
“Okay.” Bobby nodded. “We have until eleven tomorrow morning.”
“Let’s not waste the time, huh?” Mark gave Bobby a hungry stare.
“Hey, give a man some breathing room.” Bobby laughed. “You’re younger than me, remember?”
“I never noticed anything wrong with your recovery time before.” Mark wiggled his eyebrows at Bobby.
∙•∙
“Yeah. Well.” Bobby cleared his throat. How could he ever tell Mark about being a werewolf and having more stamina than a normal man? Even in his weakened condition, he could last longer, go harder, than a man Mark’s age.
Mark looked at him as if he were a god. Bobby felt ten feet tall, and then he crashed. Those looks would change damn fast if Mark knew the truth of who Bobby was. And Bobby wasn’t ready for that.
He wanted Mark. He needed Mark. More than Mark would ever need him. For Bobby it was life and death, to find a new mate. He’d resigned himself to death, until Mark. Now he hoped. But at what price?
If Mark was truly his mate, then he’d feel the same way about Bobby. He’d want him, crave him, no matter what. Carol had. She’d completely accepted Bobby’s wolf, that part of him kept hidden from all but their closest friends and relatives.
Mark rolled over and threw his arm over Bobby’s chest. “Hey, where’d you go?” His brows furrowed.
“Just thinking how damned lucky I was to find you here again.” Bobby wasn’t ready to spill the beans.
“Damned lucky, if I say so myself.” Mark ran his hand over Bobby’s chest, fingers playing in the blond hair around Bobby’s nipples.
“Want to get lucky again?” Bobby growled, pulling Mark closer.
Mark licked around one nipple, then sucked it into his mouth.
“Yeah, I do.” Mark breathed against the already tight bud.
Bobby rolled him over, covering his man, pushing Mark’s legs apart. They rubbed against each other, their cocks dancing back and forth, teasing each other until both men were moaning and cursing and Mark begged Bobby to fuck him.
So Bobby did.
»»•««
Bobby woke up the next morning with a warm man plastered to his chest. He puffed out his breath, ruffling Mark’s hair on the back of his neck. Mark murmured something and adjusted his ass into Bobby’s crotch until Bobby’s morning wood snuggled between Mark’s ass cheeks.
“Damn, babe. You know how to wake a man up.” Mark caught Bobby’s hand and brought it around to his mouth to kiss.
“I think I woke up hard. My body just knew it wanted you.”
“Mr. Romantic.” Mark nudged back against him as he laughed.
Bobby inhaled, memorizing the scent of his man. His mate. He’d have to broach this subject soon. They couldn’t keep meeting like this, but if that was all Mark wanted, Bobby would have to deal.
For now, their pact of no personal information still stood. But for how long? Bobby opened his mouth to say something, but Mark spoke first.
“Maybe we could make this a regular thing?” Mark sounded uncertain.
“Is that what you want?” Bobby let Mark lead the way. No way would he force the man or lay some guilt trip on him about needing Mark or he’d die. If he did, he’d never know if Mark was with him out of guilt or fear or love.
And it was way too soon to talk about love.
This was nothing more than animal lust. His wolf lusted for Mark. And that shocked him to no end. He’d never expected his wolf to be in sync with what he wanted; it hadn’t before with Carol. What had changed? He’d never know since there was no way he could ask his wolf about it. He’d just have to be happy they both wanted Mark.
But what did Mark feel? Lust probably. To Mark, Bobby was a good time. A great fuck. No strings attached.
“Yeah. Don’t you?” Mark asked.
Bobby nodded. “Yeah. I want to see you again.” Maybe if he moved slowly, took his time, and let Mark’s feelings have time to grow, in a while it’d be easier to tell him that he was a werewolf.
“Great. I’m free in three weeks.” Mark got up and headed for the bathroom.
“Okay. It’s a date,” Bobby called out over the sound of Mark pissing. The toilet flushed, and Mark came back to the bed.
Bobby’s turn. He passed Mark, hooked his hand behind Mark’s neck, and pulled him in for a good-morning kiss, bad breath and all. Their lips met, and Mark melted into him. And despite it, he tasted great.
Bobby broke the kiss, slapped Mark on the ass, and sauntered to the bathroom.
They only had a few hours left, and Bobby wasn’t finished with Mark yet. He knew too soon it’d be time to say good-bye. Time to leave the room and the man he thought of as his.
Mate or not. Declared or not.
Mark was his.