Pregnant with His Werewolf's Baby (4 page)

In the end, he didn't even have to put much work into it.
Saul just had to reach for his opening, rubbing his thumb over Gavin's virgin
hole, and Gavin's body responded. His prick went rock hard again and need
rushed over him once more, like an unquenchable thirst and a burning hunger all
wrapped into one.

He lifted his legs and pushed his ass out, begging for more
with his body when words failed him. Fortunately, Saul was right there with
him, sharing his desire. He reached for the nightstand and retrieved a
half-empty tube of lubricant. As the other man squirted a generous amount of
the liquid into his palm, it finally occurred to Gavin that he was at last
taking the step he'd feared for so long, and with a man he'd only known for an hour.
How odd that, all things considered, he wouldn't have liked his first time to
be with anyone else.

Saul was almost frustratingly careful with him. He tested
Gavin's hole with just the tip of a finger, then pushed it ever so slightly
inside. Gavin forced himself to relax, even if it felt a little strange and
unfamiliar. He focused on Saul, on the fact that he was the one sharing this
moment with Gavin. Saul smiled at him and whispered, "That's it, baby.
Relax for me. You're so beautiful."

He continued crooning sweet nothings to Gavin, and while
Gavin should have known better than to believe them, he did. His flesh yielded
to Saul's ministrations and soon, Saul could add a second finger. He pushed
them in and out of Gavin, and the feeling stopped being strange for him. Gavin
began moving back against Saul, needing more of the delicious penetration,
aching for a more fulfilling one. And when Saul crooked his fingers inside him
just so and touched something that practically made Gavin convulse in pleasure,
Gavin could only cry out Saul's name and beg, "Please, Saul, fuck
me."

Four words, four syllables that Gavin somehow managed to
say—and they worked like a charm. The simple phrase seemed to flick a switch in
Saul's brain. The gentleness was swept aside by the nearly ruthless intensity
of the man who'd fucked Gavin's mouth and who'd promise to claim him even when
they'd been in the diner.

But that didn't mean he immediately complied with Gavin's
request, oh, no. Instead, Saul scissored his fingers inside Gavin, mercilessly
massaging his prostate. He added more lubricant and a third digit to Gavin's
hole, stretching him, but also driving him crazy with passion.

By the time Saul deemed him ready for further intercourse,
Gavin was nearly in tears in sexual frustration and wanton despair. At last,
Saul removed his fingers from Gavin's opening and used more lubricant on his
dick. He lifted Gavin's legs on his shoulders, and positioned his cock at
Gavin's hole. He said nothing, but his eyes had that strange golden glow once
again, and the nearly worshipful look they held told Gavin everything he needed
to know.

Still, when Saul pushed, Gavin couldn't help but tense a
little. He actually felt the head of Saul's dick pop in, and if he wanted to be
perfectly honest, it wasn't wholly pleasurable. In fact, it kind of hurt, and
Gavin was once more invaded by uncertainties. And just like before, Saul seemed
to guess exactly what Gavin was thinking.

"Shh," Saul murmured, stilling half-way inside him.
"It's always a little hard the first time. Just relax and breathe."

Gavin actually knew all about the first time being the
hardest. He regularly had to have "the talk" with kids at his
school—quite amazing given that he was a virgin. But somehow, it was different
when he had to face it himself, and Saul's strength supported him. God, he
couldn't imagine how difficult it must be for Saul to take his time like this,
to be so patient with Gavin. As a rule, a guy's instinct was to just thrust and
take his pleasure, but Saul wasn't like that.

He waited until Gavin completely relaxed, and only once Gavin
nodded in approval did Saul push in further. Even now, he went slowly, sliding
inside Gavin at an excruciatingly slow pace. But again, it was all worth it,
because it only made Gavin more aware of every single second he spent with
Saul, of every inch of Saul's dick his body received. He felt so impossibly
full, and yet, Saul still gave him more. By now, the pain had melted into a
pleasurable burn that made the entire experience better, more real. And when
Saul was at last balls deep inside him, Gavin felt closer to Saul than he ever
had to any other person in his entire life.

Gavin always told his students that they needed to choose
their partners carefully, and that if they wanted to have sex, they had to keep
in mind that it meant something. He'd gone against all that today, when he'd
visited that club in search of a one-night stand, but in the end, he'd found
something entirely different, a confirmation to what he'd been saying all along,
and a man who he could too easily learn to love.

Fortunately, he didn't get the chance to analyze that thought
too much. Saul pulled out of him and thrust back inside, striking Gavin's
prostate in the process. Explosive pleasure swallowed Gavin whole, and after
that point, he couldn't dwell on emotional epiphanies or past doubts and
traumas. He couldn't think about anything, really, and he could only register
the here and now, the rightness of being in Saul's embrace and feeling the
other man move in and out of him.

Gradually, Saul started to fuck him harder, faster, his
thrusts becoming almost violent. Gavin loved every second of it, loved seeing
Saul let go and take him with abandon. It definitely helped that, every single
time, Saul hit Gavin's special spot, propelling him into a particularly sinful
version of heaven. At first, he and Saul moved together, with Gavin impaling
himself on Saul's dick. But then, Saul released an almost angry growl. He
pulled out of Gavin altogether and changed their position, flipping Gavin on
his stomach.

After that, the sex became... Gavin didn't even have words to
describe it. He'd have called it punishing, but there was no punishment in it,
just pure, raw, wild, carnal bliss. Saul fucked him so hard, his dick piercing
Gavin so deeply that Gavin lost all sense of reality, no longer caring about
anything beyond this moment. His very sense of self became irrelevant, and he
himself melted into a vessel of lust, completely at Saul's mercy and unwilling
to change anything about it.

He didn't know how long it lasted. It could have been
minutes, hours, years or centuries. Time ceased to have any meaning. But what
finally pushed Gavin over the edge was the unlikeliest thing imaginable. After
a particularly hard thrust, Saul lowered his mouth over Gavin's neck and bit
down.

Pure nirvana exploded over Gavin as white-hot pleasure-pain
swamped him. With a garbled cry, he found his peak in an orgasm ten times more
powerful than the first. It came as no surprise that for a few moments, he
completely blacked out, too lost in the pleasure to keep track of reality. In a
strange way, as he embraced his orgasm, he felt Saul so close to him, almost
like Saul's emotions were right there, within his reach, an open book he could
skim, but not quite read.

He didn't know what that meant, and couldn't find out.
Slowly, the carnal ecstasy melted into an afterglow that was pure contentment.
When he opened his eyes, he found himself spooning with Saul, the other man's
dick still hard inside him. He had no idea how that was even possible, but the
head of Saul's prick somehow managed to stimulate his prostate. It almost felt
bigger than before, and while that seemed like a stupid idea to entertain, the
actual sensations were very enjoyable.

After two orgasms, Gavin was too spent to try a repeat
performance, but the intimacy of it held a special charm. When Saul's dick
finally slid out of him, Gavin couldn't help but experience a pang of regret.

He lay back on the pillows as Saul left the bed and walked
out of the room. Saul returned moments later with a wet wash cloth, which he
used to wipe Gavin down.

"Hey," Saul whispered as their eyes met. "Are
you all right?"

A frown of concern marred his handsome face, and that gentle
demeanor that had first reassured Gavin had returned. It contrasted so sharply
with the wild sex they'd just had, but it was just as true as Saul's other
side, the passionate one. Gavin's heart felt too big for his chest as he
replied, "Never better."

Saul didn't seem convinced, but he still brushed his lips
over Gavin's. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been so rough, especially since
it was your first time."

"I am a little sore," Gavin admitted, "but I
don't mind."

Saul lay down by his side and pulled him into his arms.
"I seriously don't know what I did to deserve you, but I will never, ever
fail you, and I'll always protect you," he said as he kissed Gavin's
temple.

Gavin wanted to say something just as deep, but sexual
satiation had settled into exhaustion. "Just stay with me," he
managed to mumble.

Saul pet his hair and replied, "I will. Now get some
rest, baby."

Gavin let his eyes drift closed. Feeling safer and happier
than ever, comforted by Saul's strikingly familiar scent, he surrendered to
slumber.

****

For the longest time, Saul just watched Gavin sleep. From up
close, Gavin looked impossibly angelic, like a gift from the moon, pne that had
dropped into Saul's lap. It only made Saul angrier with himself. He couldn't
believe that he'd lost control so badly, that he'd already failed in keeping
Gavin safe.

On the positive side, there was no longer any doubt that
Gavin was his mate. Saul had known from the moment he'd scented Gavin's hair,
but the sex they'd shared sealed the deal. Werewolves only ever knotted their
mates, presumably to encourage procreation. That wouldn't happen between Saul
and Gavin, but it had felt nice just the same.

Now that he'd bitten Gavin, though, he had to make a
decision. What would he tell his mate come morning? They could do the dating
thing like humans, and maybe Saul could break the news to Gavin gently. But
Saul couldn't be sure that would work. He was fairly certain Gavin had noticed
some of his "werewolf"-isms, but had been too anxious about tonight
to dwell on them. Things would be different under the light of day.

And what would Saul tell his pack? Homosexuality wasn't
exactly unusual, not in casual intercourse, but taking a mate of the same sex
was an entirely different matter. If that mate was human too... There couldn't
possibly understand.

Saul was snapped out of his musings by the sound of his cell
phone. He quickly scrambled for it and rejected the call so that the damn
device wouldn't wake Gavin up. Gavin stirred slightly, mumbling Saul's name
under his breath and curling around a pillow. Adorable.

The phone rang again, and Saul knew he couldn't ignore it
again. He left the bedroom and padded naked onto the terrace. "What?"
he barked into the phone as he accepted the call.

"I take it I'm interrupting something," his older
brother said. "Sorry."

He didn't sound very sorry, not that it surprised Saul.
"Was there something you needed or did you call just to bother me?"

"You know I wouldn't do that, especially not on the full
moon. There was a special meeting with the elders today. They showed concern about
the number of wolves who no longer spend the full moon with their own
kind."

Saul groaned. The last thing he needed was to fight off the
crazy old elders who thought they still lived in the Middle Ages. "Finn,
listen closely. I don't care."

"I know you don't," his brother replied, "but
you should be careful. Born Alphas are considered loose cannons if they don't
have mates."

Saul laughed. "So what? Are they going to declare me a
rogue because I don't want to fuck a bitch and have ten and a half pups with
her? Give me a break."

It was true that born Alphas like Saul were generally of
great value to the pack. They were stronger, meaner, and faster than other
wolves, and they exuded an authority normal werewolves simply didn't possess.
But Saul had no interest in leadership or in the regular course of a born
Alpha's life. "I'm not necessary, Finn. The pack has you already."

"That may well be," his brother replied, "but
this is a real danger, Saul. The elders don't usually speak on such matters. By
werewolf law, we are bound to listen."

Saul sighed and rubbed his eyes tiredly. "What did
Father say?"

"Pretty much that they should go fuck themselves, but
nicer. Still, it would be best if you came home."

Saul thought about the beautiful human sleeping in his bedroom.
What would Gavin think if Saul just left one day after they made love? "I
can't. I have other matters to deal with here. Maybe in a few weeks."

"A few weeks?" Finn repeated in disbelief.
"Have you lost your mind? You said the full moon plus three days when you
left. What's going on with you?"

When he'd left, he had only planned a full moon with a
one-night stand, then a few boring days to review the finances of a pack member
who had businesses here. Suffice to say, that had all changed now.

"I assure you, I have my reasons. I'll share them with
you and the pack soon enough. Just, not right now."

"But Saul—"

"Say hi to the pack for me, bro," Saul cut him off.
"See ya."

Without allowing the other werewolf to say anything else, he
ended the call and put his cell phone on silent mode. He tossed it onto the
living room couch and returned to the bedroom, where Gavin still slumbered
quietly.

As Saul joined him on the bed, Gavin curled against Saul's
chest and murmured something that even Saul's sensitive hearing couldn't
understand. Saul covered both of them with the blanket and closed his eyes.
He'd worry about his asshole-ish pack tomorrow. For now, he'd just enjoy his
mate. That was the only thing that counted.