A Baby Daddy for a Werewolf Silencer (10 page)

Thankfully, his words shattered whatever traces of resistance
Erdi might have preserved. Suddenly, Erdi was jerking Jensen's clothes off, his
lips twisted into a near-snarl as his claws tore into the material. Jensen
shivered when his shirt ripped, but he also clung to Erdi tighter, hoping his
proximity would somehow show his mate how much he wanted this.

Encouraged, Erdi continued his self-appointed task. When
Jensen's shirt was in scraps on the floor, Jensen realized their current
position made getting naked a bit... awkward to say the least. In that exact
moment—as if he could read Jensen's mind—Erdi flipped Jensen away from the wall
and onto the kitchen counter.

They'd never reach the bed, Jensen realized, and God help him
if that didn't make him incredibly hot. He braced himself on the counter,
pushing his ass out and hissing, "Please."

Erdi didn't let him wait. He shredded straight through
Jensen's jeans, making him gasp in renewed arousal. Erdi's claws slid over
Jensen's skin, but didn't draw blood or even hurt him in any way. They pressed
hard enough to stimulate Jensen's over-sensitized nerve endings. And when those
big hands landed on Jensen's ass, he wondered if Erdi would make him come just
like that, through the touch of his claws.

Was it the hint of danger that made it so arousing? Maybe. Or
maybe it was just the fact that the sharp tips made Jensen all the more aware
of Erdi's nature, and of the fact that his lover trusted him enough to let go
like this, to be himself despite his previous apprehension.

Either way, Jensen couldn't really muse over it. Trapped as
he was by the remnants of his jeans, still wearing his shoes, he probably
looked a little ridiculous, but that didn't seem to deter Erdi in the
slightest. Jensen couldn't hear the man move or kneel, but he must have,
because the next thing he knew, there was a sharp nip on his right buttock.

Jensen couldn't help a small yelp, surprised not only by the
action but also by the fact that he enjoyed it so much. Erdi had applied a bit
of fang, so it wasn't quite as harmless as before, but that didn't change
Jensen's earlier opinion. If anything, it made it all better.

Erdi soothed the sting with his tongue, and Jensen clenched
his fingers around the counter, aching for more, but at the same time, needing
to see where Erdi planned to take this. He was not disappointed.

Despite their shared urgency, Erdi didn't rush. Instead, he
licked over the curve of one ass cheek, all the while tracing Jensen's sides
with his clawed hands. But of course, he didn't stop there. The compulsive urge
to have and touch—the very same one building inside Jensen—seemed to have
gripped Erdi as well, because his tongue traveled over every part of Jensen he
could reach. From Jensen's ass, he went down, tracing the back of his thighs
and knees, and lower down, to Jensen's shin. He let out a disgruntled groan,
obviously frustrated by the remnants of Jensen's jeans, but he didn't stop to
pull them off completely. Instead, he traveled up Jensen's body, over his hip
bone, his back, and his shoulder.

At this point, Erdi was completely pressed against Jensen,
and even if the man was completely dressed, Jensen could still feel the heat of
his lover's erection against his crease. A choked moan echoed in the air, needy
and loud—was that Jensen's voice, so lost and needy? Possibly. He couldn't
bring himself to be embarrassed.

Erdi's hands landed on Jensen's, breaking his death grip on
the counter. The gentleness in the touch contrasted sharply with the pain fangs
and claws could bring—and Jensen melted against Erdi's chest, completely at his
lover's mercy.

Erdi flipped him on the counter, and now that they faced each
other, Jensen could look at Erdi again. The man's expression simply destroyed
anything Jensen would have wanted to say or do.

Masks? Control? Where were they? Gone, shattered, nowhere to
be seen. Erdi's soul was clear and open in his eyes, reaching out with so much
emotion it struck Jensen dumb. The scar on his cheek should have made him look
wicked, but Jensen hardly ever saw it anymore—or maybe, he did see it, but
considered it just another part of Erdi. He had a moment of clarity in which he
realized that he was the one who held those precious feelings in his hands, and
he'd have panicked, except he knew it went both ways.

He smiled and cupped Erdi's cheek, because he couldn't
not
do it, couldn't
not
show some sign of how much Erdi meant to him. His
lover leaned into the caress, and if he hadn't known any better, Jensen would
have thought the man was a cat-shifter.

When they kissed again, it flowed naturally, an expression of
everything they couldn't, and didn't need to say. Want, yes—there was
definitely want between them. But as the lust rose, as the kiss grew more
heated, so did Jensen's awareness of all that they shared.

They were both panting when they broke apart, breathing like
they'd run a marathon. But Erdi was, as always, a man on a mission—and this
time, he seemed intent on completely blowing Jensen's mind—literally. He
grinned at Jensen, the almost pained emotions in his eyes tinged with a hint of
mischief. Jensen had the time to wonder what in the world Erdi planned, and
then his lover was diving in and taking Jensen's cock in his mouth.

There was no teasing, no lazy seduction. The time for that
had come and gone, and their shared hunger could no longer be held in check.
Erdi chose to sate it by devouring Jensen's cock, bobbing his head up and down
at an almost ruthless pace. His hands—clawed again—landed on Jensen's thighs,
but even if Erdi couldn't have been in a very comfortable position, they
weren't there for support, but rather to keep Jensen from moving. Jensen was
almost thankful for it, because the torturous heat of Erdi's mouth already had
him on the edge of climax. He couldn't suppress the instinct to thrust, to bury
himself in his lover's wet cavern, but if he did that, he would definitely
come. As much as he ached for the unique outburst of his orgasm, he wasn't
ready to let go of this moment.

Maybe it was selfish. After all, just the sight of Erdi's
dark head between Jensen's legs... It was incredibly hot, a fantasy come true,
and Jensen couldn't get enough.

But Erdi gave him no quarter, no mercy. He hollowed his
cheeks as he sucked, completely focused on Jensen, as if Jensen's pleasure was
the only thing that mattered. A low muffled growl escaped his throat, a
vocalization of primal desire, need and demand. The vibrations massaged
Jensen's cock, and he snapped his eyes shut in the vain hope of holding on for
a while longer. It was truly futile, because after another hard suck, Erdi took
Jensen's dick all the way into his throat and swallowed.

Just like that, Jensen's resolve shattered, and he tumbled
into a mind-melting orgasm, filling his lover's mouth with his spunk. He
couldn't hope to resist it, so he allowed himself to be swept away, lost
himself in the heat of Erdi's mouth, his mate's need for him. The intensity of
it was such that he might have slid off the counter if Erdi hadn't been there
to support him.

Of course, he didn't have to worry.
 
Erdi released Jensen's dick from his wet
mouth, then got up and took Jensen in his arms. Still reeling from the climax,
Jensen could only cling to his mate, trying, and utterly failing to gather his
bearings.

Erdi seemed slightly more composed than him, and Jensen
mustered enough coherence to realize he hadn't returned the favor. He might
have offered, but then, Erdi was setting him down on the mattress in the
bedroom, and Jensen grasped—far too slowly—that Erdi had other things in mind.

Jensen was completely naked now—and how the hell had Erdi
managed that without Jensen even realizing it?—but Erdi was still dressed.
Jensen would have been dismayed, but Erdi decided to correct the problem before
Jensen could complain.

Unlike with Jensen's clothes, though, Erdi didn't rush. He
took his own shirt off slowly, undoing each button at a time, all the while
keeping his gaze on Jensen's face. He was giving Jensen a show, and every inch
of exposed skin made him itch to touch.

Instead of reaching out, Jensen clenched his fingers into the
sheets and watched. He could tell that Erdi's stripping was meant to be more
than sensual. It was Erdi's way of saying "this is me, this is what you'll
have." It was another question.
Are you sure this is what you want?

Erdi's body wasn't flawless, but littered with scars. They were
smaller, not as visible as the one on his cheek, but they spoke of a difficult
life, one spent fighting, the life of a killer. Jensen couldn't take them away,
just like he couldn't make Erdi's past vanish with the flick of his wrist. But
that didn't mean Jensen was in any way thwarted or put off. If anything, he
wanted Erdi even more.

"Come here," he whispered, proud when his voice
didn't shake. It was quite a performance, especially since his lover chose that
exact moment to slide off his jeans.

Jensen couldn't have suppressed his arousal to save his life.
Even if he'd just come, he was already rock hard again. Erdi took mercy on him
and joined him on the bed, his gaze fiercer than ever before.

Jensen didn't speak again. Instead, he climbed on Erdi's lap
and slid his fingers over the scar on Erdi's cheek. Erdi flinched slightly, and
Jensen kissed it instead, allowing his hands to roam over the rest of Erdi's
body.

Erdi still hadn't told him where he'd gotten this particular
scar, and Jensen hadn't asked—too much potential for disaster—but he could tell
it held quite a lot of meaning for his lover. Erdi shivered when Jensen touched
it and his breath caught. Encouraged, Jensen went further, touched more, did
everything he'd dreamed of and had denied himself.

It was his own silent reply.
I see you. I want you.
There's no need to be wary or ashamed anymore.

Jensen sensed the moment when his mate finally accepted the
truth. It wasn't that the tension drained out of him. On the contrary, he sort
of... snapped. In his aroused state, Jensen couldn't come up with a better
description. Suddenly, he was on his back on the mattress, with Erdi crawling
on top of him and kissing the breath out of him. Erdi's weight pressed him into
the bed, and the feel of it scrambled Jensen's thoughts to a point where he
could only focus on Erdi's overwhelming presence. He kissed back, just as
desperately, needing Erdi more than ever before.

Erdi had a way of surprising him through everything he did.
Jensen had already acknowledged how much he wanted to belong to Erdi, but that
acceptance soared higher and brighter the more Erdi touched him and held him.
Gradually—or was it suddenly?—he couldn't focus on anything except that touch,
those burning kisses, Erdi's heat, passion and need for him.

He stopped being able to rationalize it, to understand what
was at stake beyond the rightness of their bond. All he could do was moan and
gasp as Erdi's skilled mouth tortured him, drove him crazy. At some level, he
knew his mate could make him come just through this, through these simple, yet
so sensual and addicting caresses. He didn't know if he was relieved or
frustrated when Erdi pulled away. Maybe he was both—it would not be the first,
or possibly the last, time he felt conflicted about something Erdi did.

The dilemma dissipated when he realized what Erdi was doing.
His mate reached for the nightstand and opened the drawer with more fumbling
than someone so effortlessly graceful should have ever had to do. His efforts
were proven successful, as he returned seconds later with a tube of lubricant
in his hand.

It was instinct that had Jensen spreading his legs, instinct
that made him accommodate his mate as well as he could. When Erdi's now slick
fingers zeroed in on his hole, Jensen did his best to encourage Erdi's
ministrations. He lifted his legs, bending himself practically in half in a
wordless plea for what he needed, what they both needed.

Two fingers slid inside him, drawing a moan out of him.
Somehow, Erdi managed to pinpoint Jensen's special spot with a precision that
was almost scary. And yet, despite the shock of pleasure that sizzled over his
skin, it wasn't enough.

He clenched around the invading digits and miraculously
succeeded to muster enough coherence to cry out, "Please. Now. Erdi."

A few syllables, but it was all it took. Or perhaps Erdi
realized the truth of Jensen's words on his own. Either way, he pulled his
fingers out of Jensen's body and steadied Jensen's legs on his shoulders. A
heartbeat later, the head of his cock nudged Jensen's opening, and then he was
sliding in, branding Jensen from the inside out with his heat.

The sweet pleasure-pain temporarily cleared Jensen's mind of
the haze of lust that had hijacked his thoughts, before plunging him deeper
into a trance he couldn't hope to escape. Erdi moved slowly inside him, giving
Jensen time to adjust, but still so... there, his presence, his need, his
strength hammered into Jensen's every pore. As Erdi's cock went deeper, Jensen
simply let go, not wanting to think of anything beyond this moment.

When Erdi was finally buried to the hilt inside him, Jensen
had to focus on breathing, because he got so lightheaded he thought he might
lose consciousness. They'd built up to this beautiful moment, but maybe they'd
waited for too long. Jensen didn't think he could endure the almost painful
pleasure, not if he wanted to preserve a modicum of sanity.

In the end, Erdi shattered even that desire, shattered Jensen
completely. He started to move inside Jensen, his cock unerringly brushing over
Jensen's prostate. Thrust after steady thrust, he drove Jensen crazy, breaking
through every possible barrier that had existed between them.

It was a victory over all of their doubts and fears, and
Jensen might have rejoiced in it, if he hadn't been too busy trying not to fall
apart. He held onto Erdi as best he could, his entire sense of self focused on
his mate. Erdi started to fuck him harder and harder, faster than humanly
possible, and Jensen embraced it all, surrendering to his mate's domination.