Cry Wolf (Dark Hollow Wolf Pack 2)

Casey still held his balls, so he dropped straight down, tearing himself away. Surprised, Casey stepped back to help him up. Rory head butted him and staggered to his feet. He ran back inside as quickly as he could, not daring to look back to see if Casey was coming after him. He practically ran over to the buffet table, to try to lose himself in the crowd of people hovering around the table. After a few minutes of standing around, filling a plate with desserts he didn’t even want, and listening to the inane chatter around him, his pulse returned to almost normal.

“Well, did you get that out of your system?” Nicky’s voice was at his elbow, sounding amused.

“Leave me alone, Nicky. I need to get out of here. Casey’s beginning to get on my nerves. ”

Nicky leaned closer. “That dominance thing is really more for role-playing in the bedroom, and if you keep pushing him away, he’s liable to really leave you alone. What would you do if you lost Casey?”

Rory glanced up at Nicky in surprise. The idea of Casey breaking off his pursuit had never even occurred to him. The feeling of something like panic at the thought stunned him. They were bloodmates. He glanced around behind him quickly and when he couldn’t locate Casey, butterflies went crazy in his belly again. He was beginning to really hate the stupid feeling.

“He came back in after you, but left when he saw you by the buffet table,” Nicky told him. “He didn’t look very happy, and…”

“And what?”

“He wasn’t alone. He grabbed one of the female pets standing near the door and took her along. He seemed pretty angry. If he were my mate, I’d go after him. ”

Rory handed Nicky his plate. “Will you take care of this for me, Nicky? I think I have something I have to do. ” He thrust the plate at Nicky without waiting for an answer and crossed hurriedly to the door. What the hell did Casey think he was doing? White hot jealousy gripped him as he went directly to Casey’s room. He said no one would ever touch him but Casey. Well the same thing went for him. He was not going to fuck any pet. He could only be seconds ahead of him, and Rory was determined to get rid of the girl, and have this out with Casey once and for all. His earlier feeling of panic was gone. Casey was only giving him a dose of his own medicine, but it worked. He was furious at the thought of his mate with anybody else.

He caught Casey at the door to his room, leading the young, pretty pet inside. Rory caught her by the arm, twisting her gently around to face him. Casey turned in surprise.

Unconsciously, he used almost the same words Casey had used on Chad earlier. “Go back to the common room. This wolf is playing games with you, and I need to talk to him. ”

The girl looked up in confusion at Casey, who leaned against the door frame, a smile playing around his lips. Keeping his gaze on Rory, he spoke to her softly. “Go on, sweetheart. I do need to talk to Rory. Maybe I’ll come find you later. ”

She dropped her head in disappointment and moved away down the corridor, glancing back over her shoulder at the two wolves standing close together in the doorway.

“So talk,” Casey said provocatively. “I thought you made it pretty clear you had no interest in me. ”

“You know that’s not true. I’m confused, Casey, and you don’t help me when you boss me around and act so tough, or when you force your way into my room and practically force me to have oral sex with you. ”

“I didn’t force you, baby. I specifically remember you participating more than willingly, so don’t play that shit with me. You’re a grown man, and you know what you want. I simply showed you how much you wanted me, but you’re too afraid to let it happen. I told you to come to me tonight, and now you have, so I think you want this as much as I do. Do you?”

He pulled Rory into his arms and took control of his mouth, hard at first, grinding against his lips and then easing off some, licking and nipping at him. Rory relaxed into him, loving his

body next to his. Casey pulled his head back and looked down into Rory’s eyes.

“Do you want this, Rory? Be very sure, because there’s no going back. ”

Rory took a deep breath, his shoulders slumping. “Yes, I want it. I’m tired of fighting it— tired of fighting you. I’m scared of losing myself, though, Casey. If I—submit to you—will you be there for me, help me keep myself? Will you do that?”

Casey hesitated a fraction of a second too long, and Rory felt the unease sweep back over him again. Even so, his desire and the singing in his blood wouldn’t let him back out. He loved Casey. Casey loved him. That was all that mattered. Together they could overcome any adjustments that needed to be made.

“Sure I will,” Casey said confidently, smoothly.

Casey stood back, letting Rory go in first. Rory’s gaze fell on the bed, and his throat tightened up a little. He was determined to see this thing through, though, and he turned to face Casey. Casey, who’d been staring at him warily, got a look of grudging respect on his face. He began to unbutton his shirt.

“Maybe you should get out of those clothes, honey. ”

Rory nodded and pulled them off. Once he’d decided to go through with this, he was anxious to begin, anxious to be mated with this big, beautiful wolf, and to see finally what would happen next. His biggest fear had been submitting himself to another wolf’s dominance and power, fear that he would somehow not be a real wolf anymore, but some kind of hybrid pet. If that was to be his fate, he’d have to embrace it. This crazy blood match had left him no easy choice, and he was tired of running from his fate in fear of the unknown. Casey’s blood sang to his and that was really all that mattered in the end. Love had to be all that mattered.

He realized Casey would be dominant, had known from the beginning, but he also knew what Nicky said was true. Casey would belong to him every bit as much as he would belong to Casey. Rory didn’t think Casey knew it yet, and it might be fun to teach him.

When he’d stripped off his clothing, he waited for Casey to tell him what to do next. Casey was in charge for now, and Rory knew he loved every minute of it. Casey was gloriously naked, and for the first time, Rory saw Casey totally bare. He was big all over, that was for sure, and his erect cock was lovely, thick, and dark skinned, rising up out of curly dark hair and curving back toward his stomach. A dark blue vein throbbed down its length, and Rory thought he might want to explore that vein with his tongue. A graceful ridge curved at the tip and unable to stop himself, Rory bent over to sweep his tongue over the ridge.

Casey gasped and gripped Rory by the shoulders, pushing him to his knees in front of him. Rory didn’t have any experience, but he knew instinctively what to do. He spent several minutes just kissing Casey’s dick and fondling his heavy balls, spending some time kneading them with his hands and rubbing lightly with his fingernails. With long, slow sweeps of his tongue, he covered the length of Casey’s shaft before coming to a stop at the tip, lavishing attention on it with kisses and little licks. Casey’s hands fisted in his hair and his legs trembled, though he hadn’t made a sound. Rory wanted badly to make him cry out as he had for him. He put his mouth down over the entire shaft, swallowing and sucking at it until it hit the back of his throat. He didn’t gag though, and moved his mouth up and down the length slowly and sensuously, not quite deep-throating it, ending each journey back to the top with a swirling kiss, until Casey cried out, his hips pumped to fuck Rory’s mouth.

“Oh God, Rory!”

Rory smiled. He’d made him call out his name after all. Rory turned back to his ministrations, but was suddenly hauled up off the floor and tossed on his back on the bed. Casey’s voice was hoarse with emotion when he spoke to him.