Remy's Wolf (Wolves of Mt. Alexis, 1) (5 page)

Hank’s tongue speared into Remy’s
mouth once more, and his sharp canines pierced Remy’s lip, a small
amount of blood spilling into Remy’s mouth. Hank leaned back and
growled low, licking his lips as he drew back. “You taste
incredible.”

“
If you bite me, will I
turn into a werewolf, too?” Remy asked, his gaze trained on those
long teeth. There were different schools of thought on the
werewolf’s bite, so he had to know the truth.

“
No, you won’t turn.
You’re either born wolf or you’re not.”

“
Then why bite me?” Remy
asked.

“
To mark you as mine.
Another
were
won’t touch you if you carry my mark,” Hank replied as he
rubbed his erection against Remy’s stomach.

Remy closed his eyes at the possessive
statement. He’d never been one to be controlled, balked at other
men who’d tried. Now, he rushed into this headfirst, without much
thought. He didn’t even know Hank.

It. Just. Felt. Right.

Remy couldn’t say why he knew what he
knew, but this man, this wolf, was supposed to bite and lay claim
to him. Years immersed in werewolf lore, he’d always been
fascinated by the creatures, feeling an empathy that had bordered
on obsession. Now he found a reason why he’d always been so
preoccupied. Remy stilled and turned his head, baring his neck. He
had to follow his gut and wander down the path he knew was there
for him.

When he felt the first pierce of
Hank’s canines in his neck, he stiffened, the pain intense. But
soon, the pain ebbed and desire filled him, more pleasure than he’d
ever felt before. His cock and balls throbbed in time to his
beating heart, which began to slow as Hank drank from
him.

Remy frowned. He started feeling
weaker, the blood loss going to his head. Hank said he’d be marked,
nothing about his blood being taken. Remy began to see stars in his
vision as the blood loss took its toll. His knees buckled under
him, but Hank held him aloft, continuing to drink. Finally Hank
drew away from Remy’s neck, his lips crimson with Remy’s
blood.

“
I thought … I thought …”
Remy couldn’t finish his question as blackness took him.

Chapter Five

Hank held his human up, preventing him
from falling to the floor as he collapsed in Hank’s arms. Hank had
apparently taken too much blood, but it had tasted so good and he’d
been unable to control himself. As far as he knew, humans
constantly resupplied their counts and hopefully Hank hadn’t gone
too far.

He carried the male to the couch and
laid him on it. So much for claiming his mate. He still could, of
course, but Hank preferred a conscious mate to claim, not one
sleeping off the effects of too much blood loss.

He also knew the question the human
was about to ask.

If he was only marking Remy, why did
he drink so much? Hank had left out the part about how taking his
blood would bind them together and would also allow Hank to know
where Remy was at all times. Now all Hank had to do was have Remy
drink some of his blood and the binding would be final. Hank had
already sensed unease in the human, so he didn’t want to add more
fuel to the fire. Being told Remy could never escape Hank could
make him more nervous. Not that the human was a prisoner, but no
matter where he went, Hank would be able to easily
follow.

One good thing about the human
slumbering was Hank could really look the male over. His short,
dark brown locks were slightly wavy, and his close-cropped beard
was the same chocolate brown. His skin was slightly tanned or he
had some more exotic heritage somewhere in his recent background.
Remy’s tight, firm body was made for sin, the curving muscles
perfectly etched, and Hank wanted to caress every inch of the
human’s flesh.

All while he fucked Remy’s tight
little ass, of course. Hank’s cock throbbed in pain between his
legs, more than ready to fulfill the need coursing through him. It
was past time for them to mate, and Hank couldn’t last much
longer.

The only choice that seemed available
was to take his human home where Remy belonged. Once there and
awake, Hank could claim him there. Hank rose and grabbed a duffle
bag and dumped the contents on the floor, knowing the human would
have needs. He started throwing clothing and the few toiletries he
recognized into the bag as he awaited Paul to return with their
ride, thankful he’d listened to Ty for once. It wouldn’t have been
easy to drag a human back up the mountain, even in wolf
form.

****

Remy awoke in a darkened room. He
moved his hand to rub his eyes, but he couldn’t move it. He tugged
both hands, but each wrist seemed bound. As his vision cleared, he
realized he was in an unfamiliar bed where leather straps held his
hands and feet down. Remy was spread eagle on the bed, his clothes
gone.

When he lifted his head to look around
the room, he caught movement from the corner of his eye. Yellow
eyes glowed in the dark, their gaze trained on him. The wolfman
leaned forward into a patch of light filtering through a covered
window, and Remy could see his eyes once more shift back to the
deep chocolate they’d been. “About time you woke up, Sleeping
Beauty.”

“
Why am I tied
down?”

“
Because it’s our way,”
Hank said offhandedly as he rose from his chair. He only wore
jeans, his massive expanse of chest showing the man’s
power.

“
Your way?”

“
Wolves bind their mates
when they claim them,” Hank said lowly.

“
Who knew werewolves were
into BDSM?” Remy said with a smirk, trying to lighten the mood and
calm himself down.

Hank lifted something off a bureau
near the bed before unzipping his jeans and kicking them to the
floor. His thick, heavy erection swung between his massive thighs,
hard and ready to penetrate. Remy swallowed; unsure he could take a
man that big without pain. Hank climbed into the bed and crawled up
Remy’s body, dropping small, harmless bites to Remy’s legs as he
moved. When he reached Remy’s cock, Hank licked the length of the
shaft up and down before circling his tongue around the
head.

“
They’ll be more time for
real foreplay next time. I’ve waited too long to go slow. For now,
I need to be inside you and lay claim to what’s mine.” Hank lifted
on his knees and showed Remy a bit of leather in his hands. “First,
we’ll start with this.”

As Hank lifted the leather to Remy’s
neck, he realized it was a collar. When Hank secured it around
Remy’s neck, he felt his balls tighten even closer to his body at
the wolf’s possessive move. He’d never been collared before, nor
had he ever experimented with BDSM, even though it had intrigued
him. Now, he would be brought into the world whether he wanted to
or not. Hank’s nimble fingers soon had the collar in place, and
Remy felt a wave of heat course through him once it was
on.

Hank then lifted his hand to a metal
bar with cuffs hanging from the posters of the bed he lay upon.
“This will hold you in place while I claim you, human.”

Remy watched Hank remove Remy’s first
cuff. He was tempted to pull his hand away and fight the
bondage.

“
I see the look in your
eye. Don’t fight this. I’m much stronger than you are, and you
won’t win.”

“
You expect me to submit
completely? Without doubt?”

“
I know you have doubts.
Lots of them. But after I claim you, you’ll know who your master
is.”

“
My master?” Remy asked.
His body shivered, his need escalating at the thought of Hank
mastering him.

“
I told you that you were
mine.”

“
Mine for a night or two,”
Remy said as he writhed under the large male, loving the feel of
Hank on top of him. “Let’s keep it real.”

“
Forever. You’re
mine
forever
.
Wolves don’t release their mates.” Hank shook his head. “Paul said
you wrote about wolves, so you should know they mate for
life.”

Remy looked up at Hank in shock, the
wolfman’s eyes glowing yellow again. A growl emanated from the
man’s chest as he placed Remy’s free hand into one of the cuffs on
the bar.

“
I wasn’t signing up for
forever, Hank. You told me a mate was simply a wolf’s lover not a
forever kind of thing. You lied to me.”

“
You weren’t ready to hear
forever. You still aren’t, but I’m tired of playing games.” Once
both hands were cuffed on the bar, Hank removed Remy’s first ankle
from the bed and moved it to the bar, oblivious to Remy’s concern.
“Get it through your thick human skull. You’re my mate, and wolves
mate for life.”

Life?
“I have a
life
. Out in the real world.”

“
Your life is here. With
me. As your master,” Hank said as he hooked Remy’s second ankle
onto the bar. Once it was tightened, Hank pulled a chain, which
lifted Remy’s arms and legs up toward the head of the bed, baring
Remy’s ass for Hank’s easy assault.

“
You can’t ask me for
forever. I don’t know you, Hank.”

“
You’ll get to know me
soon enough,” Hank said as he leaned down, his face close to Remy’s
ass.

“
Let me go!” Remy yelled,
tugging at the restraints he was bound to.

“
Now you try to escape?”
Hank chuckled as he lifted his upper body closer to Remy’s head.
“You won’t be able to get out of those cuffs, believe
me.”

“
Why are you doing this?”
Remy fought, but his heart was only half in it. Forever or no, his
gut told him he belonged to the wolf. He just needed to wrap his
head around the fact he was being claimed.

Hank growled menacingly before
snapping his teeth together. “I think I’ve made that abundantly
clear. Enough talk.”

Hank climbed off the bed and grabbed
something from the bureau before returning. He quickly placed a gag
between Remy’s teeth and secured it behind Remy’s head. When he was
done, he lowered down Remy’s body once more, his face close to
Remy’s ass. Remy felt the man’s tongue on his balls and the base of
his cock before Hank’s tongue dipped down lower to swirl over his
puckered asshole.

Remy cried out against the rubber gag
as Hank laved Remy’s asshole, pressing his flattened tongue along
the edges of Remy’s tight bud before pushing his tongue inside. The
sensation wasn’t anything Remy had ever experienced, and it
prompted a response he wasn’t expecting. His whole body began to
tremble with need, even while he fought the hunger Hank was fueling
within him. Drops of cum began to roll from the tip of Remy’s cock
and down his shaft as it bobbed between his splayed
thighs.

Remy was powerless to fight the raw
need Hank was creating within him. He couldn’t close his legs and
could barely move his body in the bound position he was in. All he
could do was lay there and take the sweet abuse. He closed his eyes
as Hank pressed a thick finger into his ass, followed by another.
Hank stretched him open wide, rimming him and wetting his ass.
Remy’s back arched as Hank opened him up wider and spit on Remy’s
spasming asshole.

Remy felt a cool bit of lubricant
spread on his asshole as Hank rose up on his knees, his cock in
hand. Without saying a word, he pressed the tip against Remy’s
asshole and surged in a few millimeters. It felt so incredible,
just that little bit of Hank inside him, and he would’ve begged for
more if he weren’t wearing the gag.

“
This is it, Remy. Once I
claim you, you’ll be mine.”

Remy knew he shouldn’t want the
werewolf to take him, but seeing him hovering above him, powerful,
handsome, and domineering, Remy could only hold his breath and wait
for the possession to occur. Remy had never truly belonged to
anyone. He’d balked at long-term relationships and avoided men who
rushed to force him into boxes. Perhaps he’d known all along he was
meant for someone else, something bigger.

Hank surged forward, the thick brand
of his cock stretching Remy as he pierced him. Remy clenched his
teeth against the gag in his mouth and let the burning sensation
roil through him as inch by inch the werewolf laid his claim. He
closed his eyes as the slick, throbbing heat spread him wide,
passing through the tight band of nerves before filling him
completely.

“
Open your eyes, Remy.
You’ll watch me as I take what’s rightfully mine.”

Remy opened them and looked at Hank,
the boldness of the man making Remy’s head spin. He should be
pissed off, enraged, but he wasn’t. He couldn’t be.

Hank captured Remy’s stare as he
settled in Remy’s ass, looking away for a brief moment to look at
where they were joined. “You feel my possession, Remy? You should
see my fat cock in your ass. Your greedy hole is holding me like a
tight fist.”

Remy trembled at the coarse language.
The gutter talk only heightened Remy’s desire.

“
Oh, you like that, don’t
you, Remy? You like it when I describe how I’ve staked you.” Hank
began to move languidly, making short strokes in and out of Remy’s
ass. “You should see how your greedy ass grips me, holding on so I
don’t pull away.”