Page 37 of In The Shadow of The Wolf

With a sudden deep heartfelt groan, Terry snagged Henry around the waist and abruptly threw him over his shoulder. The move left Henry disoriented and grasping for purchase. “What?” He managed to gasp as Terry turned and hurried through the house to his bedroom located in the back down a short hallway.

Without a word, but with plenty of heavy breathing, Terry shut the door and tossed Henry rather gently onto the large bed in the center of the room. In his next move, he grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head, leaving his muscled tan chest bare to Henry’s perusal. He stalked over to the bed like a big cat rather than the large wolf that he was, his eyes eating a hole through Henry.

“Come to me, Henry. You know you want to.” He smiled wide in such an endearing and playful way that Henry eagerly slid down the bed towards him. “That’s right.” He crooned and began unbuckling his belt and slipped it off, hitting the hardwood floor with a clatter.

“Looking good, Terry.” Henry nodded his approval while taking his own shirt, freeing it from his pants, and shucking it off. He wasn’t as buff as Terry, but he was okay. His body was toned, but not muscled. By the look on Terry’s face, Henry knew he liked what he saw.

Henry got up and positioned himself on his knees as he popped the snap on his jeans and then lowered the zipper. He watched as Terry mimicked the action and lowered his jeans and boxers to the floor in one swift motion. He then kicked them to the side along with his socks. Completely naked, Terry stood at the side of the bed and reached out to help Henry to stand.

“Your turn Henry; I showed you mine; now show me yours.” He gave a lustful chuckle and helped Henry to stand beside him. “I’ll give you a hand.” He finished unfastening Henry’s jeans and, like his own, took them and Henry’s briefs to his ankles in one motion. He then dropped to one knee and helped remove his shoes and socks before completely freeing him of his clothing and tossing them in a pile next to his own. He placed a wet kiss on the head of Henry’s cock. “Now that is a pretty picture.”

Henry shivered and unconsciously ground his hips forward for another touch while letting his head drop back onto his shoulders. Terry did not disappoint, taking Henry deep into the wet warmth of his mouth. The feel of Terry caressing his cock was beyond erotic. Henry knew Terry would be the best simply because they were, according to Fate, destined to be together. But to actually feel Terry's lips' electric pleasure and satisfying sensation and hot moist suction was more than expected.

He dropped his hands to run his fingers through Terry’s short-cropped blond hair and moaned very loudly. He felt rather than heard Terry’s chuckle, the vibration adding another dimension to his pleasure. “That feels so good.” He moaned again and gripped Terry’s scalp in an almost punishing hold.

Terry held him tightly with his mouth and with his hand pumping and sucking until he thought he would go insane with the pure pleasure of the act. This was his mate, and he would never get enough of Henry’s sweet taste. He closed his eyes and let the sensations roll over him.

He’d been with men before, many men, but only as one-night stands or quick hookups in places far away from where no one knew him. His emotions had never been involved like they were with Henry. He wanted to fuck Henry in the worst way, but he also wanted to please him, hold him, and make him so happy that he never wanted to leave.

He was overwhelmed and loving every minute of it. He could feel Henry coming apart and knew he would climax soon, so he concentrated on giving him the best blow job of his life so far. Henry started to tremble, so Terry held him firm with one hand on his hip to keep him from toppling over as his orgasm took him. He shot stream after stream of hot seed into Terry’s mouth.

Henry couldn’t catch his breath, overcome with the sheer thrill of connecting with his mate. Terry helped him over to the bed and laid him down, never once taking his eyes from his. Terry’s decadent, lustful stare mesmerized him into just lying there and receiving.

“Do you still doubt that I’m gay?” Terry smoothed out the comforter and positioned himself beside Henry, gently running the palm of his hand over Henry’s chest and abs.

Henry had no words, so he continued to stare and just shook his head in the negative. Terry was definitely gay; no straight man could have given so much to another man. Terry was gay but out and proud; he was not.

“Good, because I have so much more, I want to do with you and to you tonight, and I don’t want any doubts to cloud your enjoyment.” He laughed and then completely covered Henry’s body while plundering his mouth with wet sensuous kisses.

Terry moved his hips in order to separate Henry’s thighs and positioned himself between them. His cock pressed urgently against Henry’s, begging for release. “I want to make love to you, Henry. I want to bury myself deep inside you.” His words came out haltingly between swamping kisses that were once again taking Henry’s very breath from him. Henry nodded and reached to hold Terry close and feel the warmth and urgency of his body.

Terry kissed his way down Henry’s body until he was at his goal. Taking a quick nip of each sensitive sack, he then lifted Henry’s left leg and began an oral exploration of his tight opening, bathing it with his saliva and probing with his tongue. Soon his tongue was replaced with his lubed finger, and then two, and then three.

Henry knew it would be soon, and he ached for it. He’d wanted Terry to make love to him since the day they met, and that need had not diminished. Henry squirmed under the ministrations of Terry’s talented mouth and hands, demanding more and more.

“That’s it, Henry, give me all you got. Moan for me, honey. I love to hear you moan. Tell me what you want, Henry.” Terry’s sexy talk was just about to put Henry over the edge. He never realized Terry had such wanton behavior in him, especially not with another man and a human to boot.

Henry stilled and took Terry’s face in his hands to stare at him directly. “I want you to fuck me, Terry, and I want you to do it now.” He made himself crystal clear. A huge grin broke across Terry’s face as he removed his fingers and, rubbing the excess lube on his penis, quickly positioned himself and plunged into the depths of Henry’s hole. “Your wish is my command, honey.” He groaned and began to slowly pull out and then just as slowly pushed back in.

“I can take it, Terry; you don’t have to treat me like spun glass. Pound it like you mean it.” Taking Henry at his word, Terry began a punishing rhythm. He held Henry by the shoulders for leverage as he pumped his cock in and out of Henry’s tight hole. His breath came in ragged pants as he struggled to hold on, so as to prolong Henry’s pleasure. “Harder, Terry, harder.” Henry pleaded breathlessly.

Terry obliged and increased his speed and pressure to the point that Terry thought he would explode any minute and that he did. With a final grunt and a distinct howl, Terry pumped and spilled into Henry, and at the same time, Henry shouted Terry’s name and came. He shot his hot seed in streams between them, bathing both of their chests.

“I’ve never witnessed anything more beautiful than you, Henry.” Terry smiled warmly, and Henry reciprocated while rubbing his hands up and down Terry’s upper arms. “I could get so used to this. I love having you here in my house and in my bed. It feels like heaven to me.” Terry bent and kissed Henry gently on the lips as he carefully rolled to his side and gathered him into a tight embrace. Henry chuckled and pressed his face into the crock of Terry’s neck.

“We probably should clean up. Dried cum is not the most pleasant of experiences.” He laughed. Terry reached to the floor without letting go of Henry and snagged his t-shirt. He then wiped them both off and tossed it back to the floor.

“I’m not ready to get up yet.” He gathered him close, and they fell into a peaceful slumber.

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Terry came awake with a start at the ringing of his phone. He still held tight to his mate, who was asleep in his arms, as he reached for his cell on the nightstand behind him. “Hello,” he spoke softly though he realized that Henry was waking.

Henry shifted so he could look at his lover and mate. Terry smiled at him as he continued talking to whoever was on the phone. Henry reached up and ran his thumb over Terry’s bottom lip repeatedly until Terry caught it in his mouth and nipped it.

He ended the call and tossed the phone back on the bed table, before taking Henry and squeezing him so tight he thought he was going to burst. Henry started to giggle uncontrollably when Terry started to tickle him.

“Very ticklish, good to know.” He laughed and gave Henry a deep heated kiss before he could respond. Terry hugged him snugly to his chest and just breathed in the scent of his mate. It was the most intoxicating and alluring of smells, and he couldn’t seem to get enough. He needed to solidify their relationship; he needed to make plans, because he wanted his mate here in his home with him as soon as possible.

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