Pack and Mate (11 page)

The pups were all settled in with their jobs. Even Pat
seemed to be appreciating the new setup. It made Cort happy because Finn was so
much easier in his skin now, not worrying. The only thing that made him grumble
was Finn’s insistence that he go to work too in order to contribute. Cort hadn’t
been able to convince his pup yet that he had more than enough money for both
of them. He would keep working on his pup though, make Finn see that he
contributed in better ways than money.

Today Finn didn’t have to go to work and Cort was taking his
pup to the toy store. The club had the greatest store stocked with absolutely
anything you could think to want. He and Finn were going to look, explore.

Finn was napping in their bed, rolling one shoulder as
though it was sore. Cort kissed it, hand sliding along Finn’s leg.

“Wake up, pup.”

“Mmm. Was dozing.” Finn woke with a smile. His pup was the
happiest wolf he knew. That joy was undeniable and totally contagious.

“I know. You were very cute.” He was head-over-heels crazy
for Finn.

“Glad you think so.” Finn stretched, winced.

“What’s the matter, pup?”

“Nothing. Just stretching.”

“You were favoring your shoulder while you slept.” He rubbed
it then kissed Finn’s nose.

“I’m okay. Honest. You hungry?”

“We can go eat in a bit. I want to take you to the club’s
special store first.”

“Special store? What kind of special?”

“It has sexual toys. Stuff like plugs and dildos and nipple
clamps and cock rings and whips and handcuffs. And anything you could think of,
as well as a lot you would probably never dream of.”

Finn’s eyes got huge. “No way.”

Cort chuckled. “Yes. Yes way.”

Finn whispered low. “Is that even legal?”

“Yes, it’s legal.” He took Finn’s hand and they left their
rooms, moving through the maze of halls to where the stores lived.

“But mate, sexual toys?”

“Doesn’t it sound like fun?” Cort asked.

Finn gave him a naughty little grin. “Totally.” Oh, there
was his eager, curious pup!

Laughing, he held the door to the shop open for his pup.
Finn chuckled too and walked in, eyes wide.

“We have as much time as you want—and you can ask any
question you have. If I don’t know the answer there’s an aide who will.” Cort
had to admit there was stuff in here even he wasn’t entirely sure he knew what
to do with.

“Yeah? It’s…wow.”

“What appeals to you the most?” He wanted to know what would
intrigue his pup in this arena.

“I don’t know. I don’t even know what they are, some of
them.”

“Honestly I don’t know what they all are either, though I
can guess for most of them.”

Finn leaned into him, chuckling. “So many penises, so little
time.”

He looked at Finn and started laughing. “Should we just take
one of everything and go explore?”

“That wouldn’t be very friend—Cort. Cort, that’s a fake
mouth. A fake mouth with lips!” Moving to the shelf in question, Finn pointed.

“It is. I like your mouth better.” Cort grabbed the “mouth”
and gave it to Finn.

“Ew. Ew, it moves!” Finn looked at him, eyes huge. “It’s
supposed to suck you!”

Wait until Finn saw the rubber fist.

“It is. You want to try it?” He asked, taking it from Finn
and turning the dial on it to high.

“No. No, that’s creepy. No fake lips. No way.”

“Not for me either. Like I said, I like your mouth better.”
Grinning, he turned it off and put it back on the shelf.

“Yeah. Good!” Finn looked a little affronted. “My mouth is
way better!”

Chuckling, he dropped a kiss on Finn’s nose. He hadn’t had
so much fun in years. “Let’s see what else we have here.”

They wandered together and he loved noticing the things that
caught Finn’s eye. The leather was touched, caressed, sniffed. It seemed almost
to draw Finn to it.

“Smells good, doesn’t it?” Cort asked.

“Yes. Yes, it’s… It makes me want to howl.”

“Like my hand did on your ass.”

“Cort!” Finn went bright red.

“Didn’t it?” He let one eyebrow go up.

“I—”

Oh, Goddess. This was fun.

“You know that made you howl. Of course there’s lots of
other things we could use. Floggers, paddles…” He moved Finn to that section,
pointing out all the things that connected hard with skin.

“There’s a whole lot.”

“There are. Something for every day, every mood, every wanton
thought.” He picked up a paddle, tapped Finn’s ass playfully. What would his
sweet pup think of that?

“You should be nice!” Finn might be complaining but Cort
could see the ridge of Finn’s erection in his jeans.

“I’m being very nice.” He swatted a little harder this time.

“You shouldn’t!”

“Why not?” He outlined Finn’s erection. “You’re enjoying it.”

“Hush.”

Oh, he wasn’t about to. Cort was loving the tease. Palming
Finn’s erection, he let the paddle fall again. Finn tried to move away but Cort
wouldn’t have it. He continued to bring the paddle down on Finn’s ass, his free
hand working the hardness beneath Finn’s jeans. “Tell me you don’t like this.”

“I… I don’t—we shouldn’t.”

“Shouldn’t what, pup? This is what this place is made for.
You are made for it too.”

His pup’s body knew that. Finn keened softly, turned to
where he couldn’t reach the sweet, tight ass.

“Pup.” Cort growled softly.

A rush of pure arousal crossed Finn’s face, his lover
backing up another step. Cort growled again, putting on a fierce face as he
stalked his pup. A paddle, a plug—so many toys and it was the chase that
aroused them. Whatever worked though, right?

He took another step, not trapping Finn in place, giving his
pup room to escape. For now. Finn took the opening, moving faster now, eyes
shifting to search out the next escape. Cort growled more loudly, made sure
Finn knew he was giving chase.

Finn bolted out of the store and Cort made sure that someone
saw the paddle, knew to charge it to his room. He got a nod from the twink behind
the counter and he took off, catching sight of Finn to the right just before
his pup disappeared around a corner. Giving a howl of triumph, Cort put on the
gas.

He took the corner and saw Finn zipping through the main
lobby. Ignoring everyone else, he gave chase, growling loudly enough to let
Finn hear him. Finn’s moan was audible and once they were in the halls again,
Cort slowed, stretching the chase out. His pup’s sweet ass was a temptation but
he wanted it to be good so he didn’t pounce yet.

His own cock was hard in his pants, pushing at his zipper
and letting him know he was getting off on this as much as Finn was.

Finn—his good, smart boy—led them back to their home, to a
safe place. He let Finn get inside then he pushed through, slamming the door
closed behind him.

“I have you now, pup.”

Finn’s eyes twinkled, cock hard, needy. “Are you sure?”

“Oh, I’m pretty sure.” He stalked toward his beautiful,
fascinating pup.

“Oh, good.” Finn growled, the sound wanton.

Cort growled back, stalking over to Finn and grabbing his
pup up. Finn pushed into him, diving into his kiss. He opened Finn’s mouth,
pushing his tongue in to devour his pup. They were on fire, burning, tugging at
each other.

He tore at Finn’s clothing, desperate for skin. When the
shirt came off Finn yelped, the sound pained. Frowning, remembering Finn’s
movements while he napped, Cort turned him around.

“Cort?”

“What’s wrong with your shoulder?” he demanded.

“Oh, it’s nothing. Just sore from the sprayer. It’s heavy.”

“There’s some bruising here.” Cort growled. “Your work is
hurting you.”

“It’s not that sore. Just a little tender.”

“I want you to stop working.” He hadn’t liked it before. Now
that he knew it was hurting his pup all bets were off.

“Cort, I don’t have money to help you if I don’t work.”

“I don’t need your money. I have enough for us both.” Cort
had been trying to convince Finn of this for weeks now.

“But… I thought a man was supposed to work. I thought those
were the rules.”

“You have some strange ideas of what the rules are.” Cort
drew Finn over to the bed and laid him down on his belly. “You are my mate—what’s
mine is yours.”

“But I don’t have so much.”

Cort started to massage Finn’s shoulder. “Are you crazy? You
are everything to me. Everything.”

Finn whimpered quietly. “Oh. Oh, sore. Sore, mate.”

“This’ll help, pup.” He growled, though, mad that his dear
pup was hurting.

Finn went still, quiet. “Sorry I ruined our afternoon.”

“You didn’t ruin it.” They were together, weren’t they?

“No? I feel like I did.”

“Why?” He kept rubbing Finn’s shoulder, needing to soothe
his mate.

“Because we were playing and I cried out.”

“You’re in pain—I’m glad I found out. Playing is better if
we’re both at our best. Besides, as long as I’m with you, it’s good.”

“But we were having fun.” Finn didn’t seem inclined to let
it go.

“This isn’t fun?” Cort wriggled his hips, his prick rubbing
on Finn’s ass as he kept rubbing Finn’s shoulder.

“You know what I mean.” Still, Finn wiggled back.

“We have all the time in the world to have that kind of fun
again. I won’t be getting any less possessive, I promise you.” He thought
carefully about his next words. “I need you to be here with me, mate. To care
for things, to offer me your precious time.” It meant more to him than any
money Finn could offer. Any money, no matter how large the amount.

“If that is what you need. I want to be everything right.”

“You are so right in my life, Finn. You are the most right
thing.” Cort had no doubt of that.

Finn turned in his arms, pushed close. “The most right
thing. Oh, mate.”

He hugged Finn to him. “It’s true, pup.”

Finn nuzzled his throat, nibbled gently.

“Love you, mate. With everything I am.”

“Love. So much.” Finn held him tightly.

“Then I’m happy.”

Finn smiled, rubbed their noses together. “Does that mean we
can play again soon?”

“How’s your shoulder feeling?” There would be no playing
that caused Finn pain like that.

“It’ll get better. I promise.”

“Then we’ll have to find a way to play for now that doesn’t
put any pressure on your shoulder. Because I will show you we can play again
right now.”

“Now?” Finn offered him a grin. “I like that idea.”

Smiling, he came up with a plan. “I’m going to tie you down
so you can’t hurt that shoulder. And then I’m going to torture you with silk.”

“Torture me with silk?”

“Uh-huh. Soft and featherlight on your skin and there will
be nothing you can do about it.” He gave Finn a quick kiss before popping up
and moving to the cupboard built into the bedframe where he stored the things
he had for playing.

His sweet pup watched him, eyes warm, happy. Finn seemed
settled, happy in his skin.

Cort pulled out soft rope and a length of silk then stalked
back across the bed to his mate.

“You don’t have to tie me. I promise to stay.”

“I need to make sure that you don’t strain your shoulder,”
Cort insisted.

“I’ll be good.”

Cort kissed Finn’s nose. “It’ll be a part of our game.”

Then he wrapped one wrist and the other so carefully. He
kept Finn’s arms down against Finn’s body, looping the rope around his mate’s
chest. He didn’t want Finn straining the shoulder worse because he was yanking
at it in his struggle to get free.

“This is…new.”

“Yes. There are so many new things to share with you.” He
left Finn’s legs free and grabbed the silk, sliding it up between Finn’s legs.

“Oh.” Finn’s eyes drooped closed.

“Beginning to like this game?” He skipped Finn’s cock, for
now, and slid the silk across Finn’s belly.

“Uh-huh. So soft.”

“Good boy.” He dragged the silk over Finn’s nipples,
watching them draw up tight.

Finn gasped, took a deep breath.

Cort did love introducing his pup to new things. Vocalizing
softly, he continued moving the silk over every part of Finn’s body, except for
the hard erection straining for his touch. He would get to it later. The look
on Finn’s face was pure bliss.

Moving in, he licked a swath across Finn’s belly just to
change it up. Finn chuckled, skin goosepimpling up. Grinning, he took a lick
from the tip of Finn’s cock too.

“Cort!” Finn started wiggling, trying to get free.

“No moving, pup.” He knew it was an impossible request,
which was why there was rope involved.

“I have to,” Finn insisted.

“That’s why I tied you down.” Grinning, he ran the silk
across Finn’s nipples again. The tiny nips drew up, so tight, so hard. Leaning
in, he licked, giving Finn hot to counter the cool drag of the silk.

“Please.” Did Finn even know what he was begging for?

Cort continued to drag the silk over Finn’s body, leaving
hot little licks here and there. Finn shivered but the sounds were best, needy,
hungry. Finally Cort ran the silk scarf around Finn’s cock.

“Cort!” Finn fought the ropes.

“Don’t fight the ropes, pup. Let them hold you.”

“I don’t understand.”

“They’ll keep you from moving, from hurting your sore
shoulder. But you have to let them hold you. Just close your eyes and trust
that they’ll keep you still even though you want to move.”

Finn let his eyes fall closed, his pup beginning to pant.

Cort licked the tip of Finn’s cock then wrapped the silk
around his pup’s balls and pulled, letting the silk flow and flow around them.
A near-desperate sound hiccupped out of his pup, low and hungry.

“That’s my pup. Let it all out.”

“So big.”

Finn keened for him, called for him. He called back,
howling. Finn stilled then their voices joined, mixed together. He wrapped the
silk around Finn’s prick and began jacking it. The most amazing sounds left his
pup, his lover starving for him.