A Family with His Werewolf Mate Read Free

couldn't fully
suppress his need. "Will... Fuck, come on."
    He hated rushing his mate when Will was still so new at this,
but moon be blessed, he didn't remember wanting anything or anyone so much. It
burned through every cell in his body, flared through every pore, swelled
inside him like a live thing.
    Thankfully, Will seemed to be of a similar mind. His perhaps
unintentionally teasing touches melted into more daring explorations. Will
gripped the base of Dean's cock in his fist and licked the entire shaft like he
would a lollipop. He rolled Dean's balls in his palm, then focused once again
on the head of Dean's prick, swirling his tongue over the glans in a motion
that seemed almost too sensual to be real.
    Dean tangled his fingers through Will's soft hair, doing his
best to encourage his mate without forcing Will to take more than he could. It
must have worked, because Will lowered his mouth over Dean's dick and started
to suck, slowly at first, then faster, bobbing his head up and down Dean's
shaft and making muffled sounds of pleasure that reached out to Dean's werewolf
instincts more strongly than the moon itself ever had.
    Dean tightened his hold on his lover's hair, a warning to
both himself and Will. In response, Will hummed around his cock and Dean
snapped. Despite his earlier decision, there was only so much he could endure.
He thrust his cock into Will's mouth, groaning as Will simply welcomed him with
an encouraging moan. Will's hands landed on Dean's hips and he looked up to
meet Dean's gaze. His green eyes were twinkling emeralds burning with want, and
they hypnotized Dean, shattering the last of his barriers.
    As Dean started to move in and out of his mate's mouth,
Will's eyes drifted closed. Dean regretted the loss, but it also relieved him,
because he didn't think he could have endured Will's hot gaze for much longer.
As it turned out, the relief didn't last. An expression of utter bliss settled
on Will's face, like there was nothing he wanted more than to suck Dean's cock.
In that moment, Dean had his mate at his mercy, and his surrender was intoxicating,
a drug so potent it made Dean dizzy.
    He found himself thrusting harder, his balls slapping against
Will's chin as he sought more, tried to claim more. Will took him in with
beautiful openness. He choked once, and Dean managed to reel himself in enough
to remember his mate was new at this. But Will was also a quick learner, and
soon, the tables were turned. Had Dean thought he was in control of this? He
was the one at his mate's mercy, the sweet torture of Will's mouth driving him
wild, turning his knees into jelly.
    He was distantly aware of Will fumbling with his own belt and
touching himself. Dean wanted to do that, to get his hands and his mouth on
Will's beautiful body. He wasn't strong enough to change their positions,
however, and he didn't have time to gather his resolve. Suddenly, Will released
another muffled moan and went rigid. The scent of his seed filled the air,
potent, seductive, adding to the already mounting sensations like a palpable
touch. With a cry of his own, Dean buried himself one last time in his mate's
mouth and came.
    Will swallowed the first few waves of his spunk, then
spluttered, not quite able to take everything. Dean had to admit he got a
possessive kick out of seeing his seed dribble from the corner of Will's mouth,
but at the same time, he hated the thought of causing his mate discomfort.
    "Sorry," he apologized as he pulled out his
over-sensitive cock. "I should have warned you."
    Will waved his words off. "Don't worry about it,"
he whispered, voice a little husky. "I wanted it."
    That made Dean's cock twitch all over again. Really, he might
have done something ridiculously unwise, like fucking Will right then and
there, but his mate prevented it by standing and quickly zipping himself up.
    For some reason, the gesture seemed to hold finality, and it
occurred to Dean that for Will, this might be just something casual,