Authors: Sean Michael
Finn wriggled down his body, biting and licking and sucking.
Groaning, he sucked in his stomach, showing Finn his pleasure. There was
something playful about his pup today, charming.
“Are you going to suck me?” He really wanted to feel Finn’s
mouth around his cock.
“I am. You like that.”
“Uh-huh.” He did. And nothing compared to his pup’s mouth.
Finn looked happy, face relaxed, lips moving. Cort loved the
soft touches to his cock. He loved how Finn focused on him and his prick felt
harder than it had ever been, as if it were showing off for his mate. The best
part was that Finn appreciated it, humming and nuzzling, licking. He felt like
the best treat ever.
Finn’s ass was wiggling, wagging side to side. He could
almost see his mate’s tail. Joy filled him as he pushed up with his hips,
taking Finn’s mouth. Finn took every inch, swallowing convulsively. He growled
out his pleasure, making sure Finn knew it was so very good.
His balls were cupped, rolled, the ache deep in his belly.
So good. He didn’t ever want it to end. Finn’s cheek slid along his thigh, a
rough, stubbled caress.
“Sweet pup.” He ground the words out past the need in his
throat.
Finn answered with a slow, long drag over his cock.
“Gonna make me go,” he warned.
He could hear Finn’s laughter echoing inside him as he was
given another long lick.
“Or come. Or whatever.” He stuck his tongue out at his pup.
Finn surged up, deep throating him, the sudden hunger making
his hips snap.
“Mate!” Cort cried the word out mentally as well as
physically and he humped up again and again.
Heat and pressure surrounded him, moving around his cock. He
moved faster, his hands wrapping around Finn’s head and holding him in place as
he took Finn’s mouth. His pup opened, accepted, took him. Such a natural. Such
a good boy.
Holding Finn’s head tighter, he pushing in deeper, so close.
Soon.
Soon. Soon. Soon.
The song filled him. His mate’s
song inside his head as though it was a drug.
Finn’s face looked blissful, no matter how deep he went and
that and the song in his head pushed him over into his orgasm. His mate sucked
and pulled, moaning around him as Finn drank him down.
“Oh, pup. So good.”
Finn licked and lapped, cleaning him. A low sound came from
his throat, his purring approval. Then Finn settled beside him, heavy and
close.
“Thank you, mate. I want to give you pleasure in return.”
Finn nuzzled, cock full and heated against his hip.
“I want to spank you. I want to show you how good it can be,”
he told Finn.
“But I was good.”
“I’m not spanking you because you were bad.” He didn’t know
how to explain it so Finn would understand and he thought showing his pup would
work best. There was always the possibility Finn would hate it and then it
would be just a punishment in the future.
Finn looked at him, eyebrows furrowed.
“You won’t know if you like it if you don’t try it,” he
pointed out.
“But if I don’t, you’ll stop?”
“I will. If you chose a safeword I would know right away
when you really needed me to stop.”
“Is this very important to you?” The question was serious,
direct.
“It is.” He’d never considered that his mate might not enjoy
this. But of course there was more to being Master and sub than spankings. That
was a small part of it. “It is,” he repeated. “But if you don’t like the
spanking we won’t do it again. We can explore in different ways.”
“I meant the word, mate. The safeword.”
“Yes, mate. It is very important to me.” Because while he
believed he would know, what if he didn’t? He needed to trust that Finn would
and could safeword if he needed to.
“What is yours?” Finn asked him.
“What?”
“Your word.”
“You mean my safeword? I don’t have one.” He was a Master.
“Well, you should have one. Or we could share.”
He blinked at Finn. His mate has some very unusual ideas. He
couldn’t say they were wrong, just not entirely what he was used to. “I guess
we could.”
“Is that bad? You are my mate. If it’s important, it’s
important.”
“It isn’t bad at all. It’s unusual but that’s okay.”
Finn nodded and snuggled into him. “Then what is our word?”
“You need to choose it.” His mate had to remember it best.
“Something easy…” Finn’s lips twisted.
“That you aren’t going to say by accident.”
“S-soap? Shampoo?”
He shook his head. “Those are too important to grooming.”
“Oh. Uh, Window?”
He thought about that then nodded. “Yes. That works.”
“Then our word can be window.”
“Okay. Our safeword is window.” He gave Finn a kiss, pleased
his lover had agreed to have one, to try this his way. He was such a lucky wolf
to find a mate who trusted so completely.
Finn’s prick was nice and hard against his belly, so he
thought it was a good time to try the spanking, while Finn was already eager.
Moving them, he sat on the bed with his legs together. He would put Finn’s cock
between his thighs while he spanked his pup, giving Finn extra stimulation. “Come
here, mate.”
Finn crawled up into his lap, right into his arms, cock
firm. Laughing, he took a kiss before trying to get Finn to lie across his
legs. Finn played with him, struggling and nibbling, wiggling again him. It had
him laughing. It had him getting harder, his cock responding to their play.
“My pup.” He nipped Finn’s shoulder, spun him facedown over
his thighs. He caught Finn’s hot erection between his legs. Perfect.
Rubbing Finn’s ass, he kept the touches light and easy,
teasing for a moment or two. Then he began with swats that were more his hand
landing on his pup’s ass, offering another caress, than hitting. It became a
rhythm, a song that sang of both of them, together.
Finn’s ass was warm but not even pink, so he strengthened
the blows and Finn stiffened, chirruped curiously. He sent his love through the
bond, still doing that by instinct, and kept landing his swats. He built the
heat slowly, warming and sensitizing, not hurting. This was not in any way a
punishment.
He could feel Finn’s cock, still hard between his thighs, slowly
leaking pre-come. Waves of pleasure poured from Finn, the sensation filling
Cort’s mind. And his pup had worried that a spanking wouldn’t be good.
He hit a little harder, eager to share this with his mate,
to push Finn into coming from this.
“Burns, Cort.”
“Go with it. Let it push you into coming, mate.” He eased
back though so that he could build the intensity back up.
He sent all his love to his mate, his cock as hard as Finn’s.
That made Finn shudder, drive down into his thighs. He encouraged the movements,
enjoying the sensation of Finn’s hot cock sliding along the insides of his
thighs.
He let his hand fall again. Finn pushed back to meet it this
time then surged forward between his thighs again.
Oh, yes. “Good boy. Such a good pup.” He was so pleased with
how his pup was taking to the spanking.
“Good.” Finn’s head rolled.
“Yes. Yes, my pup. So good.”
“I need, Cort.” Finn arched, hips wagging.
“You’re allowed to come, pup. I want you to.”
Finn groaned, hips moving faster. He kept spanking, letting Finn’s
own motions dictate the swats. Finn’s hip ground into him, cock leaking.
“So sexy, you make me need, pup.”
“Need. It burns.” Finn arched, bucked.
Cort brought his hand down hard, then rubbed Finn’s right
ass cheek.
“Cort!” That was a surprised yelp.
“Right here, pup.”
“Stings.”
Yes, and that sweet cock was leaking from it, Finn so close.
“Stings so good.” Cort swatted again, the other cheek this
time, then rubbed it.
His pup was on fire.
“Do you need to come, mate?” He already knew the answer.
“Mate. Mate, please.”
“Then come.” He smacked Finn’s ass again, fingertips hitting
the wrinkled little hole.
Finn yelped, spunk wetting Cort’s thighs before Finn pulled
away and wrapped around himself.
“Where are you going?” He tugged Finn back into his arms, careful
not to put any pressure on Finn’s hot ass. “One of the best parts is the
sharing afterward.”
“Sh-sharing?” Finn snuggled in, obviously searching out
comfort.
“Yes. Cuddling and kissing and holding and talking.” He
tilted Finn’s head and took a soft kiss. “It was beautiful. You were beautiful.”
“I was nervous.”
“You enjoyed it though. You participated and you came. You
were—you are—beautiful.”
Oh, he loved the way his pup’s cheeks heated. He took
another kiss, loving on his beautiful pup. Then he let his fingers trail
southward, barely brushing the heated skin.
“There’s ice in the freezer,” Cort noted softly.
“Do you want a drink?”
That had him chuckling. “No, I was thinking your ass might
want some cooling.”
Finn looked at him as though he had absolutely lost his
mind.
“Go on, pup, fetch me a few cubes of ice.”
“Ice.” Finn slipped from the bed, obviously confused.
By the moon, he was having a ball. He licked his lips, his
prick throbbing for him as he watched that lovely red ass moving across the
room.
Finn got a cup, filled it with ice and brought it over to
him.
He patted his legs. “Come assume the position again.”
“I don’t want more spanks.”
“You aren’t going to get more spanks. Trust me.”
“Okay.” Finn settled against him, cuddling in. Trusting boy.
It was a grand thing.
“This is going to be shocking but good.” He grabbed one of
the pieces of ice and ran it across Finn’s right ass cheek.
Finn’s legs drew up, feet almost hitting his ass.
“Good?” He ran the ice cube across the other ass cheek.
“Cold!” Finn’s ass humped up toward him.
“It’s a neat contrast, isn’t it?” He took a new piece of ice
and ran it all over Finn’s rosy ass.
“Oh, you should stop.”
No, he didn’t think so. In fact, if he wasn’t mistaken, Finn’s
cock was making a comeback. Big-time.
Grabbing yet another piece of ice, Cort slid it along Finn’s
crack.
“No! Cold!” Finn surged forward and he caught his pup, the
melting ice making the way slick.
He rubbed the rest of the cube against Finn’s hole. “I want
you, pup.’”
Finn jerked and moaned, feet kicking as he slipped the
sliver of ice in.
“I want to push deep inside you, feel the cold of the ice,
the heat of your body beneath it.” Grabbing another piece of ice, he slid it
along Finn’s crack then into Finn’s hole again.
“Cort!” Finn pulled away and Cort pounced, covering Finn and
pushing in deep.
He howled as his prick sank in all the way, Finn’s body cool
from the ice but heating quickly. Finn moved under him, wiggling and moaning,
jerking about on his cock. He could feel the heat of Finn’s ass against his
hips and he circled them, just moving inside Finn for a long moment.
Slowly Finn relaxed, and about that time he grabbed another
sliver of ice.
He pulled out, slipped the ice into Finn’s ass, pushing it
in deep with his cock.
“Cort!”
It was a damn good thing his hands were wrapped around Finn’s
hips, because Finn leapt forward.
“I’ve got you, pup. I’ve got you right here.”
“I-I—” His lover was shorting out, moving furiously on his
cock.
Wrapping his fingers around Finn’s hips, he increased their
speed, slamming into his pup.
“More. More, Cort.”
He wanted to howl.
He grabbed another ice cube and then grabbed hold of Finn’s
cock, rubbing his palm and the ice cube along the heated flesh. Finn howled,
head back, spunk pouring in waves from his boy. It brought out his own orgasm
and his own howl, their voices joining together.
They slumped down together, breathing hard, panting. He bit
at Finn’s throat, marking his mate. Finn was so worn out he barely yelped.
Cort’s cock slipped out of Finn and he wrapped around his
sweet pup. “Mate. Love.”
“Mate.” Finn blinked at him. “Love.”
He kissed Finn until his pup was asleep in his arms.
Such a sweet pup. Cort was going to keep him forever.
“Brother, we have to get out of here. I’ve been talking to
people. I can’t afford it and I need you.” Pat looked so serious, so sure.
“Okay. I…” Oh, Finn didn’t want to leave, he didn’t, but he
had pack, responsibilities.
Cort had said something about working it out. Jobs maybe. “Did
you talk to Mr. Kyle?”
“No. What am I supposed to say? That I should just—hell, I
don’t even have a ‘just’.”
Almost as if he’d been called when Finn had said his name,
Kyle came slinking around the corner. “Ah, there you are!”
“Hi!”
Please. Please help us.
Pat nodded. “I wanted to say thank you for the use of the
room.”
“Oh, you’re welcome. That’s partly why I’ve come to find
you. Would the two of you like to come to my office and have a cup of coffee?”
Pat looked confused. “O-kay.”
“Sure. We’d love to.” This was a good place, a truly safe
spot, and Finn believed now that things would work out.
“Excellent.” Kyle led the way and it wasn’t very far.
There was a coffee machine in Kyle’s office and he and Pat
were soon sitting in a pair of comfy chairs across the desk from Kyle. They
each had a coffee and there was a plate with huge toffee crunch cookies on the
desk in front of them.
“How can we help you?” Finn went ahead and spoke up since it
was obvious Pat was going to sit and glower.
Giving him a warm smile, Kyle reached for the cookie plate
and offered it to him. Once he’d taken one Kyle’s attention turned to Pat. “I
have a proposition for you and the sweet pups you’re looking out for.”
“A proposition? What kind?” Pat looked so damn tired, just
exhausted.
“Well, I have several positions that need filling here at
the club. I need a dishwasher, a cleaner, and the maintenance department needs
people to help with odd jobs. Now it’s not in my budget to hire the four or so people
that I need, but if your pups would be willing to work for room and board I
could let you keep the quarters you’re currently sharing.”
“What about Pat? He can stay too?”
“I think that would be more than fair, given that I’m not
offering the pups an actual salary.”
“So I can work, then, at the diner? That way I can buy
clothes and things.” Pat chewed his bottom lip and Finn knew his mind was
working hard, making calculations and deciding whether or not to trust. “You’re
sure?”
“I am, Pat. I need the dishwasher rather desperately. If I
had someone who could start this evening, it would be a great help to me.”
“Little Red could do it. I know he could.” Finn met Pat’s
eyes. “Please, I want you close, I want you to be safe and happy.”
Pat’s eyes narrowed. “It seems too good to be true.”
Kyle leaned forward. “You’ve been here for nearly two weeks.
Haven’t I proven myself to be trustworthy in that time?”
“Yes. Yes, I just— It’s so hard to trust.” And Pat was so
tired of trying to hold things together, Finn could tell.
“Your cousin has been a member here for a while now, right?
And Finn? You trust Cort, yes?”
“With all my heart. Cort’s my mate.” There was no way Cort
would allow something bad to happen to any of them.
“That’s two weeks of your own experience along with your
cousin and your twin’s references. Surely that’s enough to earn us a little bit
of trust? I honestly have your best interests at heart, Pat. I’m not in the
habit of screwing people over.”
“I’ll talk to the pups, make sure it’s okay with them.” Pat
still didn’t look as though he was happy with the situation.
Kyle beamed though. “Thank you, Pat. I think this could be a
fantastic solution for all of us.”
“I hope so.” Pat always stressed things. It wasn’t easy,
being the Alpha, even of a little pack like theirs.
“I’ll come talk to them too,” Finn promised. “Cort will be
here most of the time when I’m at work.”
“Oh, you’re still working, Finn?” Kyle sounded surprised. “I’d
thought you’d want to spend all your time with your new mate.”
“Well, I have to. I don’t have any savings but I’ll work
hard so I can.” He wasn’t with Cort so he could shirk his responsibilities—no,
he loved his mate.
Kyle smiled, the look fond, warm. “Well, make sure your mate
knows your schedule so he doesn’t worry.”
“I will.”
“So can I assume someone will be sent to the kitchen by four
to be my dishwasher and that the other three will report here for assignment in
the morning?”
“Yes. Yes, that’s a fair assumption.” Pat nodded stiffly.
“Excellent. I’m so glad we could help each other out.”
“Me too,” Finn replied for both of them, feeling far more
grateful than Pat looked.
They stood and Finn followed Pat out. His twin still didn’t
seem very happy.
“You okay, brother?”
“I don’t know.” Pat shrugged one shoulder, mouth twisting. “It’s
almost too good to be true.”
Finn got that—finding his mate had felt like that, but it
was too intense not to be real. “How can I help?”
Pat shook his head. “I don’t know. I’m tired, you know?”
Cort came around the corner, face breaking into a smile. “There’s
my mate.”
“Hey, Cort.” Finn beamed, reached for Cort.
His mate pulled him in close and pressed a kiss onto him.
Pat grunted and rolled his eyes.
Cort looked over at Pat. “You okay?”
“No. I’m fucking off balance.”
“Can I help?” Cort offered immediately and Finn was so proud
of his mate.
Pat stopped, took a deep breath. “I don’t know.”
At least that wasn’t a no.
Cort pursed his lips. “You look tired. Finn and I could
entertain the pups for the afternoon—give you a break.”
“Totally. We can watch movies and stuff.” Finn thought it
would be great fun to spend some time with the pups—he’d been rather focused on
Cort lately.
“We need to talk to them about working, Finn,” Pat insisted.
It was Cort who replied. “Finn and I can do that. You can
have the afternoon off.”
“Seriously,” added Finn. “I’ll even make sure someone gets
to work at four.”
“Yeah? Because I could totally nap.” Pat looked as though he
expected someone to come and take everything away at any moment.
“Go ahead, Pat. Get an ice cream or a drink or something
before you get some rest. Finn and I have this.” Cort clapped Pat on the back
then turned to him. “Come on, pup. Let’s go get everyone and bring them back to
our place.”
“Sounds good.” Finn bounced a little bit. “Kyle offered to
let the puppies work for room and board.”
“Oh, Pat must be so relieved. And now you can all stay here.”
Cort stopped and hugged him. “I was worried that you would insist on leaving.”
“Pat’s going to work so they have money, like me, but the
puppies have jobs that will pay for room and board.”
“So now you don’t need to worry about them,” Cort repeated. “I’m
so pleased.”
“Me too.” Finn knocked on the pups’ door. “Guys, it’s me.”
The door flew open, the pups pushing at each other to be
first to hug him.
He gave hugs and kisses then he tried to settle them all. “We
have to talk, guys.”
“Back at our place, though, right?” Cort pointed them down
the corridor.
“Yeah. Pat needs a nap.”
Little Red giggled as they moved down the hallway. “Is he
having a time out?”
“Yeah. Yeah, that’s it.” Finn had to grin at that and all
the pups laughed and Cort snickered.
It didn’t take long to get to Cort’s—their—place and Cort
got them all Cokes as they settled in a pile on the couch.
“So what’s up?” Nathan asked. “You said you had news.”
“Yeah. They offered you guys jobs, if you want to stay, but
one of you has to start today.”
“It’s a good deal,” Cort added, handing him the last Coke. “Working
for room and board. And you’ve got to admit—it’s really nice room and board.”
“Is it—is it sex work?” Those words were whispered, Cillian’s
eyes absolutely enormous.
“No.” No, that wasn’t the deal. “Dishwashing. Cleaning up.
Laundry. Maintenance.”
“This is a good place,” Cort added. “If they say it’s that
kind of work then it is. There’s more than enough pups wanting to be subs.”
“So we can work and have the house and change and eat?”
Little Red nodded as he spoke. “I can work. I like to work.”
Cort smiled. “You lot are the sweetest pups.”
They were. They were good guys, each and every one of them.
The best family, the best pack and Finn was so proud of them all. And just so
happy with this solution. They owed Kyle a lot.
They all looked at one another and it was Nathan who nodded.
“Okay, yeah. It’s a deal. Who has to start tonight?”
“I will. I like the kitchen.” Little Red volunteered, and it
was Louis who offered to go along with him so he wouldn’t be alone.
Finn was ecstatic this was working out. “That’s great. And
Mr. Kyle said the rest of you should go to his office tomorrow morning.”
“Sure. Mr. Kyle is great. He’s like super cool.” Nathan made
shooting motions with his thumbs and forefingers.
Super cool. Was he getting old?
Cort chuckled. “Well, do you need a nap, Little Red? Before
going to work or should we all just watch a movie?”
“I’m good. Let’s watch a movie, that’ll be fun.”
“As long as it’s not those vampire/werewolf movies. I know
they’ve got wolves in them but they make my teeth hurt.” Cort turned the
television on, putting it on the movie channel. “How about one of the
Transformers movies?”
“Sounds good. Should I make popcorn?” Finn asked. He knew
there were packages in the cupboard that went into the microwave. They’d
magically appeared the other day after they’d sat down for a movie and he’d
said that a bowl of popcorn was all that was needed to make it perfect.
A chorus of yeses answered him, the pups pouncing him
happily. He cackled, hugged them all to him. He was so lucky, so lucky to have
found this. Cort smiled at him from over by the television, eyes full of love
and heat and pride.
It was a good life, simple, honest. It worked.
The heat in Cort’s eyes reminded him that not everything was
simple, but that was okay because it worked too.