Scott raced up the stairs to the house and unlocked the door. Ted and he fell through it, grabbed each other, and slammed against the wall.
“Is it sick that watching you fight turned me on?” Ted asked as Scott bit his neck and sucked at it.
“Nope. Just pheromones, that’s all. I was excited and you, as my mate, picked up on that.” The next bite made Ted shiver. He buried his hands in Scott’s hair.
“I’m needing,” Ted whispered.
Scott ground his erection against Ted’s and moaned. “I can feel you, babe. Don’t worry, I’m going to take care of you.” He back-walked Ted to the bedroom, kicked the door open and pushed him down on the bed.
“Naked. Now.” Scott began stripping off his clothes.
A few scratches remained from the fight; a long one on Scott’s thigh, and a few shorter ones on his chest and back, but all of them were pink and healing.
“You guys do heal fast.” Ted pulled off his jeans and briefs and stretched out naked on the bed.
“Told you.” Scott grunted as he crawled up the bed toward Ted, determination, and lust in his darkening blue eyes.
Ted stroked his cock and rolled his balls, letting his arousal build as he watched his lover stalk him.
A low rumble rose from Scott’s chest as he slid his hand up Ted’s leg. He nestled between Ted’s legs, nudging them wider so there would be enough room for him.
Scott’s cock, straight and hard and dripping precum, dragged along the covers of the bed. His furred balls hung heavy with his seed. Ted hadn’t seen a more erotic sight in his life than his horny wolf.
“Fuck me, wolf.” Ted reached for Scott as he pushed off the bed. Their mouths met in a clash of teeth and tongues as each fought for dominance. But as usual, Ted couldn’t keep up the fight. Something about Scott made Ted submit to him, every time. He’d never given in before, not to anyone, not in a very long time, but Ted knew he’d let Scott fuck him anywhere, anytime, anyway.
Scott broke the kiss and leaned down to capture Ted’s nipple in his mouth. He sucked on it, his hand pushing it up, deeper into his mouth. Ted arched and whimpered, and his balls pulled tighter.
God, Scott could make him come so easily. Every time he touched Ted, it was all Ted could do to keep from exploding. It amazed Ted, and frightened him, that he wanted this man so badly.
Scott let his now-tender nipple go and dragged his tongue down Ted’s belly, following the light trail of hair that ran from chest to cock.
The look in Scott’s eyes nearly sent Ted over the edge. So much desire, yet a warmth burned behind it. Ted knew it was foolish to call what he saw love, but he did. He had to have something, or else he’d be a hypocrite to himself. But Scott had yet to say those words.
Scott reached over and jerked open the drawer, pulled out the lube and tossed it on the bed. He sat back on his haunches and stroked his cock. “Do it. I want to watch you stick your fingers inside your ass. It’s so fucking hot, babe.”
Ted popped the top, added the slick to his fingers, and pulled his balls to the side. He teased his own hole, all the while never losing Scott’s gaze. He tapped it, leaving a string of lube stretching between fingertip and pucker. Scott groaned and stroked harder on his rigid shaft.
It turned Ted on to watch Scott pleasure himself. Those big hands wrapped around that perfect, thick dick just got Ted hard and ready to shoot.
“Damn, wolf. You got to look so fucking sexy?” Ted asked, his voice deep and husky with arousal.
“Just for you, babe.” Scott gave him a cocky smile.
Ted plunged his fingers inside and worked them to stretch his opening. Scott’s gaze locked on his ass, and he licked his lips and almost drooled.
With a quick stroke, Ted hit his gland. He cried out and arched. “Oh fuck, that’s the spot.”
“Don’t you dare come until I’m inside you, babe.”
Scott moved into position. “Lube my dick up. Make it slick so I can just slide inside your scorching, tight ass.” He held his cock out, presenting it to Ted. Ted squirted more lube on, then worked it over Scott’s prick.
∙•∙
His meat was hot, burning up, so fat and well-veined, and the flared cap, all deep red with blood, looked good enough to suck. Ted pushed his finger into the slit and Scott gasped, then closed his eyes and fucked Ted’s hand. His hips snapped back and forth as Ted jerked him.
“Wait, wolf!” Ted ordered. Scott halted, his chest heaving, eyes nearly black with lust. Ted pulled Scott’s cock to his opening. “Now, fuck me.”
Scott cried out as he shoved in, his body shuddering as he breached Ted’s tight ring. “Oh God. Ho-ly shit, this is so good.” Scott slid until they were body to body, leaned down, shook his head, and then looked into Ted’s eyes.
He reached up and cupped Ted’s cheek. “I love you, babe. I can’t help it. I don’t know what else to call what I feel for you, except love.” He kissed Ted’s lips, nose, eyes, and forehead, then leaned his head against Ted’s.
Ted’s heart raced, beating happiness against his chest.
He wrapped his hands in Scott’s hair and gave him a shake. “I love you, Scott, and your big wolf. Don’t ever—” Ted’s voice broke at the thought.
“Never. We’re mated. For life. I’ll always be here.”
Scott pulled out, slow and steady, then pushed back in, rubbing over Ted’s gland with each forward thrust. Sparks few behind Ted’s eyes as his wolf mated with him.
They made love that night with soft touches, gentle kisses, and comforting words.
When they fell apart, both hearts beating hard from their releases, Scott rolled to his side, and Ted took his place against Scott’s chest, wrapped in the arms of his mate.
»»•««
Ted stepped out of the shower and slapped Scott on the ass. “Okay, it’s official. You’re a freaking horndog. Do you ever get tired?” His wolf had just given him a blowjob in the shower, and this time Scott had swallowed it all.
Scott, still proud of his new talent for sucking dick, grinned into the mirror over his side of the counter. “No. Weres have great stamina.” He winked.
Ted groaned and went to his sink. “It’s great you have this double sink already here.”
“Yeah, I built the house to hold a family.” For a moment, a dark cloud passed over Scott’s face.
Ted put down his razor. “Are you okay with this? I know it isn’t what you thought you’d have. The wife and kids.”
Scott looked at him. “Hey, got better than a wife. Got a dude! We can drink beer, watch football games, act like jackasses, and neither of us will ever nag.” He laughed.
“But you wanted kids, didn’t you?” Ted asked. He’d thrown a monkey wrench into more than just Scott’s life; he’d ruined Scott’s mom’s hope for grandkids also.
“Yeah. Still do.” Scott looked forward into his own reflection. “Would you consider adopting?” His blond brows drew together in a sharp vee.
Kids had never been in Ted’s plans. Ever. He looked into Scott’s eyes and read the hope and hurt in them.
“Sure. If that’s what you want. But not a baby, right? I’m not sure I could deal with a baby.” Ted grimaced.
“No, I was thinking maybe an older kid.” Scott shrugged.
“How long have you been thinking about this?” Ted asked.
“It’s all happened so fast, babe. It came to me last night.” Scott finished shaving.
Ted turned to him, his heart in his throat. “Was it a dream?”
Scott’s face twisted. “As a matter of fact, it was.”
Ted groaned and looked at Scott, who was only a minute behind him in making the connection.
“My mama!” Scott barked out.
“She’s doing it again, wolf.” Ted frowned, then laughed. “Oh God, what else of yours does she have to put in that gris-gris bag?”
“I don’t want to know. The question is, what does she have of yours?” Scott wiggled his eyebrows at Ted.
Ted thought. “She was standing next to me during the fight. You don’t think—”
Scott burst out laughing. “Yeah, I do.”
“Merde.” Ted rolled his eyes, then leaned over and splashed water over his face to rinse the lather off.
After they dressed, Scott sat on the couch and pulled Ted down next to him. He slung his arm over Ted’s shoulders in a gesture of ownership. Ted laughed it off. They might be mates, but Scott didn’t own Ted.
Well, maybe his ass. But that was all.
“So, when are you moving in?” Scott squeezed Ted’s shoulder.
“Uh, I haven’t thought about it.”
“Why not? I have plenty of space here.” He waved his arm around. “We could pack you up in a weekend and be done with it.”
“For the first thing, I’m not ready to just pick up and leave.”
“Right. You have a business.”
Ted didn’t like the way Scott said that at all.
“Look, Sheriff Dupree, you might not like or respect PIs, but it’s what I am. It’s what I do. If you can’t respect that, you can’t respect me. And if that’s the case, we have a big problem.” Ted moved away to the other side of the couch.
“Whoa! What I meant was you don’t have a physical business. Nothing to move. Your business is you and wherever you are, right?”
“Well, yeah.” Ted hated to admit he was right.
“So the only thing keeping you in New Orleans is you.” Scott poked a finger in Ted’s chest. “You haven’t let go. It’s like a married guy who keeps his bachelor pad, just in case.” Scott frowned.
“No, it’s not like that.” Ted knew Scott was right, and it sucked.
“If you’re thinking ‘just in case’ with me, then this will never work. I’m committed to you, completely, Ted. I want you here, living with me in this house, here in St. Jerome. Are you committed to me?” Scott gazed into Ted’s eyes, and Ted’s heart could deny his wolf nothing.
“I’m committed to you. Give me a week or two to go back to New Orleans, get my stuff settled, and pack. You come the next weekend, and we’ll move it all here.” Ted leaned over and kissed Scott. “Okay?”
“Okay.” Scott grinned. “What about your business? Think you’ll set up here? That job on the force is still open. I could use a few good men.”
“Thanks for offering, but I think it’s best if we kept our work lives separate. I’ll think about it. We don’t have to rush. I have money to live on from the last job.”
“You don’t need money, babe.” Scott grinned.
“Wait. Stop right there. If we move in, it’s fifty-fifty, or I won’t do it. I won’t be kept, Scott. No matter how I feel about you—”
“You love me,” Scott interrupted.
Ted sighed. “No matter how much I love you, I won’t be supported by you. I’m not your wife; I’m your partner.”
“Okay. That’s fair.” He nodded.
Ted wasn’t sure what he’d do to earn a living here in little St. Jerome, but being a PI probably wouldn’t be it.