Page 41 of I Will Make You Mine
I liked the way Slade’s hard cock rubbed against my leg as he sucked me off. He wouldn’t touch his dick, not until I gave him permission. I couldn’t help but think back to the time I decided to take this little pup under my wing and into my bed. He’d only fucked females and fancied himself straight. I didn’t understand why people chose to be one way. In my experience, there was always a bit of curiosity lingering in the back of every person’s mind when they thought about the same sex, or the opposite sex.
I wonder what it would feel like?
I didn’t bother with wondering, I just take. I experienced. I lived. I’d fucked women too. Their pussies were wet and juicy, soaking a motherfucker’s dick up just right. A sweet, little, warm pocket between a woman’s legs was just another slice of heaven. I fucked a bitch who was in heat last night. She was rubbing her little furry body along mine, just begging for a Beta Capo’s dick. I’d yet to impregnate anyone so far, but I was looking forward to the day when I could hear a little tike call me dad.
Even though I loved pussy on those rare occasions, I still preferred men. I loved roughing them up, showing them what it meant to be a real man. Slade was one of my pet projects. He was a little punk before he learned how to take my cock. Now, he not only could fuck like a real man, but he could fight like one, too. In all his forms. When I first started training him, I really didn’t have any intentions of keeping him around as long as I had. I was going to fuck his brains out for about a week and beat the shit out of him until he learned to fight back properly.
But something happened in that first week of me fucking him. I loved the faces he made when he cums, especially when I knew it was my cock, hand, or mouth bringing him to that state. Then, it was the training part. He took to my lessons better than I had expected. I’d train the shit out of him, then fuck the shit out of him… sometimes literally. Of course, we were wolves and used to getting dirty when getting down. Frankly, I was always turned on when fucking Slade.
However, in between the fucking and fighting… came the talking. He and I had a lot in common and something just clicked into place. I loved how he slept with his arm around me and his leg thrown over my thighs. His head resting on my shoulder. Or how soundly he slept when I spooned him. Yeah, I guess it was safe to say we had a relationship.
“You got it wet enough, boy. Time to ride your Daddy just the way I like it,” I told him. My cock was throbbing and ready for a nice, tight ass to submerge into.
Slade sucked the precum off the tip of my dick and grinned up at me. “I thought you’d never ask, Daddy.”
I cocked an eyebrow. “Don’t get flip, boy.” I couldn’t help myself, I smirked. I liked when he got a little uppity, that meant I’d have to punish him good and proper. We both loved that. Slade discovered that about himself. How aroused he became when I was roughing him up. One time, I was spanking him over my knee and he blew his load all over my thighs without my permission. Needless to say, I made him pay for that in the best way possible for the both of us.
I watched as Slade slid his sexy ass down on the length of my cock, and groaned as the pleasure took me over. Damn, I loved sex, didn’t see how people didn’t do it every fucking day. I put my hands behind my back and let him ride me hard and fast. The headboard was banging the wall and I didn’t give a shit if it was bothering anyone on the other side. Those wolves knew better than to come bothering me when they heard that noise.
“Ah…ahh… fuuuuck… mmmm,” Slade moaned and licked his lips as he pleasured himself on my rod.
I laughed and reached up, stroking his chin. “You love my cock, don’t you, boy?”
He nodded as he bounced up and down and rocked his hips at the same time. I moaned in ecstasy; I knew he loved my cock, but I also loved his ass. The expression on his face was golden. His mouth was open as he was sucking in as much air as he was expelling. The wrinkle between his brows told me that my cock was hitting him in all the right places. He placed both hands on my chest, rubbing his fingers through the mat of hair covering my skin. Something he liked to do whenever he was riding me. He once told me that he loved my fur anyway he could get it.
You could believe that little confession put my cock on alert and I fucked him silly in the backyard where we had been sparring at the time. That was two weeks ago. I let my eyes close as he rode me, relishing the fantastic sensation of his asshole clenching my dick as he milked my balls of their juice. It wasn’t too much longer before I heard those all too familiar words from him.
“Please, Daddy… permission to cum?”
Slade was looking at me, his eyes begging. He was close and he needed it so badly. His cock was red at the tip and oozing precum into a puddle on my stomach. So fucking hot. I grinned at the sight.
“Looks like you’re about to explode, boy.”
He nodded as his body rocked on top of me. “Please Daddy, I’m so close.”
“Wanna shoot your pupcream all over my chest, boy?”
He nodded. “All over it. I want my cum all in your fur, Sir.”
I chuckled and groaned in pleasure. Shit… I was about to shoot my damn self. “Bust that nut, boy. Shower me with that shit.”
As if on cue, he cried out, his face a beautiful mask of ecstasy. “Ahhhh, ahhhh, fuck! Fuck… shit. Oh god,” Slade yelled as his body shook with his orgasm. He was jerking his squirting dick as milky, white cum splashed my face, chest, and stomach in a sticky mess.
I growled low, feeling my orgasm building, then roared when it came to the surface. I knew I was filling Slade’s asshole up with my spunk. I was quaking as I came, grunting and loving every second of it. This was worth waking up for every day. Slade was slumped over me now, panting and sweat dripping from his tussled hair. He worked hard for that orgasm, I’d give it to him.
I slapped his ass cheek. “Get up. As much as I’d love to lay here with my cock lodged up that tight ass of yours, I need to speak to our Alpha.”
Slade bit his bottom lip, which he knew turned me the fuck on. It was like he was trying to get me to stay in bed. Like we hadn’t just blown two major loads. I’d make sure to sate his lust later. He knew better than to challenge me on this and slid off my cock onto the bed. I climbed out and looked down at my wet, sticky dick, looking limp and well satisfied like I was expecting. I took a quick shower and dressed in some black jeans, t-shirt, and boots, then made my way to Deacon’s office.
He wasn’t inside, so I walked to his bedroom and knocked. I could sense them both in there and the smell that was coming through let me know they were fucking. I decided to leave them be and made my way to the kitchen for something to eat. There were a few wolves in there, cooking and making out. I walked past a couple sucking face and stroking cocks and made my way to the full plate of food sitting on the counter.
“I’m going to take this… add some more bacon,” I ordered of the young wolf whose plate I’d just confiscated.
“Yes, Sir,” he said, then added six more slices of bacon on my plate. Damn, I loved bacon. I had twelve slices, along with two waffles, eggs piled high, and sliced peaches. I was sure I pissed the wolf off, taking his food like that, but I didn’t give a shit, and he could always make himself some more food. Deacon kept his home stocked. That was what great Alphas did. It wasn’t only about being the strongest who could take over a pack, but it was also about being the most financially qualified too. You had to have brains and brawn and deep pockets, because taking care of wolves was expensive.
But that was what put us above other supes. We were one big family. We looked out for each other and no one had to go without food or a place to stay. Vampires, yeah, they took care of their own, too. But they weren’t a family, at least, not by my standards. A vampire could be made and then abandoned. That would never happen with wolves… okay, I had to take that back. Lone wolves either chose not to be in a pack or got kicked out of one for breaking rules. But they weren’t bitten, then abandoned. Older wolves always took the pups under our tutelage. Of course, now that Théoden was in charge, I guessed that was going to change. He had that whole dragon shit going for him. Kept all of his sons under his roof, either he was very selfish or he loved them too much to let them go. It was probably both.
Already, I was seeing vamps around Orion with brands on their necks representing the district and Lord they served. I had to draw my own conclusions because the motherfuckers were tightlipped as hell about whatever the fuck was going on over there in New Haven. With the new regime came new rules, I supposed. I just wished I knew what they were. You could never let your guard down when it came to vampires. The bastards were sneaky as hell.
