Now that he's an adult, Nate is able to escape the tyranny of his father's rule. He runs away from his pack, determined to found his own... but to start a new pack, he needs a mate! Nate finds himself impossibly attracted to a human named Max... but is Max willing to become the mate of a werewolf he just met? 4200 words. Contains hot anal sex with a werewolf (in human form)! More
Nate picked up the man’s scent and gasped. He smelled clean, almost devoid of the stench most human men had. In fact, he smelled quite nice, almost... earthy. Like the forest.
Time paused as Nate and the man stared at each other. He looked to be about the same age as Nate, and had a slight yet powerful-looking body: he was built like a runner. His skin was nicely tanned and hairless, and he had fair, delicate features. He bore a stark contrast to Nate’s broad, hulking body and dark eyes. Nate could move quickly and silently, but there was nothing graceful about his appearance.
What really captivated Nate, though, was the man’s scent. It was driving him wild, and his cock was pulsing threateningly in his soaked pants. Nate locked eyes with the human. Neither of them spoke, but Nate could tell they were thinking the same thing. Without saying a single word, Nate grabbed the man’s wrist and led him back through the crowd to the streets.
Once they were safely outside, Nate finally spoke. “Let’s get to a laundromat.”
“We could, um, go back to my place,” said the man timidly. “I have a washing machine.”
“Are you hitting on me?” said Nate teasingly.
The man turned bright red. “No! I mean, it’s just really late and…”
“Relax,” Nate said. “Call a cab.” It was just too perfect. He didn’t even have to try. “I’m Nate, by the way,” he said with a grin.
The other man smiled back. “I’m Max,” he replied.
The moment they arrived at the human’s house, Nate stripped down to his underpants. He didn’t even bother to conceal his bulge. Max stared openly at his crotch.
“What are you waiting for?” said Nate impatiently. “Get naked, come on.”
“I think you’re the one that’s hitting on me,” said Max with a playful smile.
At that moment something inside Nate snapped. He growled and rushed forward at the smaller man, and grabbed him by the arms. He brought his face down to meet Max’s and mashed his lips hard against the other man’s. Max made a grunt of surprise, then relaxed and gave into the kiss. Nate slid a hand up to the back of Max’s head and pulled him in closer. Max parted his lips, inviting Nate to explore his mouth. Nate growled and bit down on Max’s lip, making the human gasp out in pain. Nate shoved his long tongue down Max’s throat and thrust it in and out of his mouth, making the smaller man grunt in discomfort. Nate’s other hand slipped down to Max’s rear and grabbed a handful of ass. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of Max’s jeans, then deftly undid his zipper. He yanked the pants to the ground, then quickly shimmied his hands back up Max’s body to pull his top off. Nate ran his hands over the runner’s body, feeling his tight little pecs and abs. His ass and legs were rock hard with muscle. And, when Nate dared to bring his fingers to the soft cloth of Max’s boxers, he discovered that Max’s ass wasn’t the only rock-hard part of him.
Nate broke the kiss. “You like this, don’t you,” he murmured. The human nodded. Nate softly slapped Max on the ass and led him to the couch, pushed him down, then straddled him and brought their lips together again. He had to fight the urge to rip off the human’s underpants and fuck him right then and there.
Max gently nibbled Nate’s collarbone as he ran his fingers through the werewolf’s chest hair. He grasped the small nub of Nate’s nipple between his thumb and forefinger and rolled it. His mouth moved down to Nate’s other nipple and he bit down, teasing it to prick up.
Max trailed kisses down Nate’s abs, leading his mouth along a long and winding path to tease the hell out of the werewolf. He ran his hands along Nate’s powerful thighs, running his fingers along the insides so lightly it almost tickled. His mouth came to the waistband of Nate’s boxers, and he ran the tip of his tongue along the border. His fingers tiptoed up under the cuffs of the shorts and gently tugged them down.