Howling For Love (Rock Star Alpha, #1) (4 page)

No, it was one shifter and one mate forever and once Stefan heard that a long time ago, it seemed so romantic. Idealistic, but the stuff of romance and made-up lies...or was it?

“Rory, my friend,” Stefan said, then began to worry.

Mick waved a hand. “Don’t worry, your friend knows you’re here. Pretty loyal friend you’ve got there too. He let me take you, but made sure I promise not to hurt you.”

Stefan swallowed. “That sounds like Rory. Yeah, he was supposed to take another friend to the concert, because they were both fans. That guy stood him up, so I came instead. Thinking back, I overdid it. I mean, I’ve never gone to a rock concert before, so I dressed up and made sure I fit in.”

“Oh, is that the reason for the outfit?” Mick teased.

“Don’t make fun of me,” Stefan murmured.

“Oh, believe me, pet. I’m not. The sight of you in those tight leather pants drove me insane. You’re so fucking sexy I would’ve jumped your bones if you weren’t unconscious.”

Sexy? No one called him that. If this wasn’t a dream, was this a cruel joke then?

“Don’t lie,” Stefan whispered. “I’m a nobody, a nerd. I’m not sexy. Do you get off on teasing guys like me then?”

He scooted as far away from the bed as possible when Mick let out a terrifying growl.

“Who the fuck told you those words? Such lies, I’m going to gut the bastard who uttered them. Tell me who,” Mick demanded, looking wholly frightening with his canines out and his eyes narrowed.

The Alpha joined him in bed, grabbing his shoulders. It was then Stefan knew this wasn’t a dream and Mick wasn’t being cruel or playing a game. No one could be that good an actor. Waves of rage poured out of the werewolf

“No one... just my ex and his new lover,” Stefan muttered.

Mick expelled a breath, looking apologetic for his reaction. “Sorry, I don’t know what came over me. Promise me to never think so little of yourself again, Stefan.”

“I’ll try,” Stefan answered.

“Not good enough.” Mick shook his head. “If you don’t believe you’re fucking amazing, then I’ll just have to prove it to you.”

“Prove it?” Stefan faltered, although he knew what came next, because he was suddenly aware of the tiny details, like how the denim of Mick’s jeans brushed against his bare thighs and how Mick’s face was so close to his.

Deciding to see for himself if he imagined how spectacular their first kiss was, Stefan leaned in close and locked lips with this rock star Alpha who claimed Stefan was his mate.

Most second kisses could never stand up to the first, but with Mick, the fire in Stefan sparked instantly and burned even brighter. Stefan’s back hit the headboard as Mick took control, hands on his cheeks, touching his jaw, touching him everywhere. Mick’s hands went wild, exploring every breadth and length of him as if he was hungry for more. Usually, Stefan wasn’t proud of his body.

Professor Buckley always encouraged him to work out, to go running, always picking on the little things. It was never enough for Buckley, but for some reason, this rock star Alpha wanted to touch every flaw and curve, every part Stefan didn’t like. Stefan might have started the kiss, but it was Mick who took over and he didn’t mind one bit. He’d always known he was submissive in the bedroom, that Stefan would like nothing better than to yield to a man worthy of him.

Perhaps Stefan had to endure assholes like Buckley so fate could maneuver him to this exact time and place and right into Mick’s loving arms. Mick’s fingers settled around his dick and Stefan moaned into Mick’s mouth when Mick released his lips.

He whimpered when Mick started stroking him, gliding his fist up and down his needy shaft. God, Mick’s callused and huge hands felt unbelievable on his heated prick, which instantly hardened at Mick’s touch.

“Don’t come without my permission, pet,” Mick warned.

Their eyes were both trained on his hand movements. Damn. Why was this so erotic? Short breaths came out of Stefan. He wasn’t sure if he could obey Mick’s command, but disappointing him wasn’t part of the plan.

“That’s an impossible command,” Stefan uttered.

Amusement sparked in Mick’s eyes. “Is it? Go ahead, pet. Come without my permission and I’ll go down on you over and over again until you beg for mercy. How does that sound?”

“Oh God. Please, Mick.”

Imagining Mick closing that talented mouth over his prick was enough to make him shoot, but Stefan held back, because he didn’t want to let Mick down.

“Well, I changed my mind. The sound of my name on your lips is fucking perfect.” Mick grinned and swiped the pre-cum over Stefan’s tip with a finger. Jesus, Stefan had trouble believing this was all happening. “Go ahead, pet. Shoot.”

With a groan, Stefan came hard and fast, cum covering Mick’s fingers and splashing some on his torso. He let out a shuddering breath, blinking when Mick licked at the seed on his fingers like he was licking something sweet.

Color rose to Stefan’s cheeks and neck. When Mick put those digits close to his mouth though, Stefan knew what to do. Bending over, he licked them dry. Far from done, Stefan cleaned the streaks of cum across Mick’s muscled torso too.

Mick groaned at the sight. “You’re going to be the death of me, pet.”

Stefan didn’t know what to say to that.

“Feeling better?” Mick asked, the golden glint in his eyes still there.

“Not until I return you the favor, Alpha. May I?” Stefan asked.

His gaze swept down Mick’s buffed body to linger on Mick’s package, straining against his jeans, as if demanding his attention. Stefan might be inexperienced in certain areas of the bedroom, but this was one skill he could be proud of.

Mick let out that laugh again. “Go ahead, pet.”

I
f there was one thing Stefan was proud of, it was his skill at giving head. Since he told his professor he wasn’t ready to give up his virginity, Stefan gave Buckley blow jobs to pass the time. Stefan paused, unsure how to begin. On the bed, or floor?

Seeing his hesitation, Mick patted his thigh. “On your knees, pet.”

Relieved by Mick’s instructions, Stefan rolled off the bed. When Mick began undressing, Stefan licked his lips. Oh, he’d dreamt of this—Mick’s perfectly sculpted body, every inch padded with muscle and drawn in ink. Stefan’s gazed dipped to the package between Mick’s legs, already half-erect but nonetheless impressive. Could such an enormous thing really fit into Stefan’s tiny hole?

“What’s wrong?” Mick asked, amused.

Eager to have this rock star Alpha groaning and holding his dick captive with his mouth, Stefan settled on his knees in front of Mick. Mick smiled at him, spearing his fingers through Stefan’s hair and tugging him close. Heart thudding, Stefan hoped he wouldn’t disappoint. Knowing Mick must have had hundreds of lovers, all more skilled than him, unnerved Stefan.

“Relax, baby,” Mick said.

“I don’t want to disappoint you,” he confessed.

Mick looked surprised. “I doubt you will.”

“But you must have been with plenty of lovers who could offer you more.”

Mick snorted. “They mean nothing to me.”

And Stefan did? Stefan might be a little wary of Mick’s intentions, but he sure as hell wouldn’t give up on an opportunity like this. Mick was trying to prove something to Stefan, but Stefan wasn’t sure what yet.
Focus on the present.

“Do you still want my cock, pet?”

“Yes, Alpha.”

Mick teased him, slapping his cock against Stefan’s cheeks, pre-cum leaving a little track of tears. Frustrated, Stefan’s tongue darted out to lick at the salty cream. Mick stopped moving so he could do his work. Securing his fingers at Mick’s base, Stefan licked at Mick’s head, swirling his tongue, sucking on the tiny slit until the Alpha groaned. Taking his time, Stefan licked Mick from crown to base, marveling at the way Mick’s veined length thickened under his care.

“God, you’re unexpectedly good at this, pet.”

The lyrics of Angel on His Knees came to Stefan’s head. That’s right. Stefan wanted to be—Mick’s angel. Pure at first, but he’d been waiting for a man like Mick to come along and taint him. After that, Stefan would only beg him for more. It didn’t matter he risked his heart now, Stefan would get over it sooner or later. Rory always complained Stefan loved too easily. Sooner or later, Stefan would wind up getting hurt. This risk though, Stefan would take for a chance at a rock god.

Stefan moved to Mick’s balls, sucking on each one until Mick gave his hair a tug.

“Get on with it, pet.”

“Or else?” Stefan asked with innocent eyes.

“Don’t tempt me to throw you down and fuck you senseless.”

Stefan shuddered at those words. He could see it in his mind’s eye, Mick holding him down, pushing that fat dick into his hole, claiming his purity. It was wrong of him to want it so bad, he knew, but he believed in fate. Destiny willed him to be at the right place and time, so he could be under Mick and their souls could reach out for each other and connect.

Mick grinned at him. “Don’t pretend to be shocked, pet. I know you’re thinking about it now.”

“How did you know?” Stefan blurted, distracted from his monumental task.

Mick cupped his cheek, looking deep into his eyes, serious expression on his face. “Because that’s the most amazing thing about you, pet. You can’t hide a thing from me.”

Swallowing, Stefan nodded. When Mick nudged his shaft between his lips, Stefan opened. He sucked hard, gagging at first. Once he conquered that roadblock, he took Mick’s prick inch-by-inch.

“Can’t wait to sink my cock into you,” Mick murmured.

Stefan couldn’t either, but he couldn’t vocalize his need with Mick’s shaft stuffed down his throat. Bobbing his head up and down, it became easier running his mouth along Mick’s steel-hard length.

“I’m coming,” Mick warned. The Alpha took control, gently pushing away Stefan’s head. With a growl, Mick exploded, coating Stefan’s face with seed. Stefan licked at the cum that managed to spill near his lips. Once done, Mick said, “Good job, pet. Now I need to be inside you.”

Mick walked into his bathroom, coming back with a washcloth to clean up Stefan’s face and intimate parts. The gesture felt intimate somehow, amazing. Without warning, Mick’s powerful hands were suddenly on his waist. Utilizing his supernatural strength, Mick sat him on the edge of the bed.

Before anything happened, Stefan reached for Mick’s hands. They were powerful hands, able to crush bones and yet they were also a guitarist’s hands, he realized, callused and hard.

He debated whether to tell Mick or keep it from him, but decided to be open.

“What’s wrong?” Mick asked. There was concern in his eyes.

Who knew there was both fierceness and kindness in an Alpha?

“I need to confess.” Stefan swallowed. “Promise me you won’t make fun of me first.”

Mick frowned, but nodded. “Whatever it is, Stefan. I won’t use it against you.”

“I’m a virgin.” The words were a lot harder to say than Stefan expected.

Mick couldn’t completely hide his surprise. Eyes wide, he drew a sharp breath.

“Can you please say something?” Stefan asked when Mick hadn’t said a word.

“And you’re sure you want this?” Mick gave his fingers a squeeze. “Stefan, you must be saving your virginity for a reason, for a special someone.”

It used to be Professor Buckley he waited for, but Stefan realized he’d never taken that step for a reason. Maybe he knew deep down what a true bastard Buckley was. A man who slept around would consider his purity a prize, not a present.

“Mick, I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

Mick looked taken aback, as if he didn’t expect Stefan’s answer. To Stefan’s surprise, Mick raised his hand to his lips and kissed each knuckle. Every time Mick’s lips touched his skin, he shuddered.

“Thank you for your gift and trust, pet.”

“So, how do we do this?” Stefan asked.

Pressing a gentle hand on his belly, Mick pushed him back on the bed.

“Wait here.”

Hearing the sound of a drawer being opened, Stefan looked up to see Mick taking out a tube of lube and what looked like a small plug. Mick must have seen the worry on his face, because he explained, “This is to get you ready for me.”

Once more, Mick stood in front of him again. “Open your legs for me.”

Stefan did as he commanded. Little jolts of pleasure went up his body, blood rushed to his dick when Mick gave his prick a squeeze before moving downwards to thumb at his puckered hole.

“Tell me, Stefan. Have you touched yourself here, or let anyone else?”

Stefan’s face burned bright crimson.

“It’s okay, pet,” Mick murmured, beginning to trace the little hole with a finger, driving Stefan mad. “You’re in a safe space. Tell me.”

“I’ve touched myself there sometimes when I jerk off in the shower,” Stefan admitted.

“Now, that wasn’t so hard, was it? There’s nothing to be ashamed of, Stefan. Want to know what I think?” Mick asked conversationally, lifting Stefan’s legs over his shoulders.

“Do I want to know?”

Stefan swallowed at his pointed look.

“That’s so damn sexy, it’s turning me on, imagining you masturbating.”

After this night, Stefan certainly had something unforgettable to masturbate to.

“Really?” Stefan asked.

“Touch yourself for me while I work this plug inside you.”

Oh. Stefan liked the authority in Mick’s voice. It wasn’t a question, but a statement, an expectation of obedience. Uncapping the lube, Mick slicked his fingers. Stefan gasped when Mick drizzled the cool gel down his crack and pushed one finger in. He squirmed, but Mick easily held him in place.

“I don’t see you using those hands, pet,” Mick warned.

Reaching for his prick, Stefan began working his dick. Being constantly aware of Mick’s gaze on him and watching his every movement made his skin flush with excitement.

“Remember, pet. No coming,” Mick warned.

As if Stefan could easily forget.

“I won’t,” Stefan whispered, a promise.

“How do my fingers feel inside you?” Mick asked, sliding a second in.

Stefan moaned. “A little strange, but it feels amazing.”