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  The farther he went, the more he smelled Erik, the male's den. He growled, needing his own scent added, in case another tried to harass his own. The best way to do that would be to make love in every room in the place.

  He stopped at the first room, the living room, and carried Erik over to the couch. Sitting, he bit at Erik's neck.

  "No biting."

  He had his protesting pup in his lap, arms wrapped around the lean body. He laughed. "You love it." The proof of that was in the hard press of Erik's cock through his trousers. The man was going to break the threads by the looks of things.

  Speaking of trousers--why hadn't they gotten rid of those yet? He was only half naked and that wasn't nearly naked enough for Dark's taste.

  "I'm not into the wild stuff." Erik groaned, lips on his jaw, leaving soft kisses.

  That was too bad, because Dark was as wild as they came.

  Growling a little, he tugged at the button on Erik's jeans, finally tearing at the material in his effort to get to more skin.

  "Hey!"

  A long, pretty cock pushed out, the scent of needy male suddenly sharp.

  He turned them, putting Erik on his back on the couch and got the offending jeans stripped right off. Then he pulled off his own T-shirt and shimmied out of his jeans like he wasn't even wearing any. He needed to get his scent all over Erik, over every damn inch.

  Erik's ink went down to the man's thighs, dark and thick. He traced it with his fingers, and then his tongue, moving upward to lie on top of Erik. He stroked the flat belly, knowing that the touch was wonderful and maddening all at once.

  "Want to pound you into the floor." It was the truth. He wanted Erik. He wanted the man bad.

  "I never do this. Ever. I don't hook up with...our kind."

  "I'm not your average werewolf," he growled. Of course, neither was Erik. The man was a fucking vegan. It was unnatural.

  This, on the other hand, was as natural as breathing.

  "No. No, not average." Erik pushed up, took his mouth, obviously trying to take control.

  Growling again, he took over control of the kiss, taking Erik's mouth like he owned it. His thumb rubbed across Erik's nipple at the same time, letting his nail catch it here and there. Every time there was a sting, a burn, Erik cried into the kiss, hands pushing at him.

  He broke the kiss to bite at Erik's neck, drawing up a mark. Everyone would know tomorrow that Erik was taken, was his. Erik whined softly, heartbeat speeding, and Dark kept him there, kept biting and nuzzling. He rubbed while he was doing that, getting his scent all over Erik's body. Dark was going to make Erik feel so good, going to touch every inch of that fine body.

  He checked the mark he'd left on Erik's throat and grunted happily--it was very noticeable. Happy, he licked his way down Erik's body. He lapped once at the tip of Erik's cock, learning that flavor before flipping Erik beneath him so he could lean down and sink his teeth into Erik's ass. He got a good mouthful, leaving his teeth marks right there.

  "No biting!" Erik surged forward, muscles working as he tried to get away.

  "Yes. Marking you."

  "No."

  He yanked Erik back and they both grunted as they slapped together. Oh, fuck. "Want." He climbed over Erik's back, his prick pushing at that sweet, tight hole.

  When Erik's back arched, hips wagging for him, he howled in pleasure. Yes. He pressed his prick harder against that little hole, moaning as the head pushed in.

  "Oh." That tiny sound was pure pleasure.

  He pressed in deeper, Erik so tight around him. Erik's back arched, his tight ass drawing him in, deeper and deeper. The man's head fell forward, exposing the nape. Bending, he bit at that tempting bit of flesh, wrapping his teeth around Erik's skin and biting down.

  Erik's ass fluttered wildly around him, and Dark snarled, claiming this beautiful male as his own. A moment later he began fucking Erik, pounding into the sweet heat again and again. He held on to Erik's nape with his teeth, the wolf taking over his brain.

  It was wild, and just what he needed, what he wanted.

  They slammed together, over and over, driving furiously against each other, wild sounds filling the air. He snarled and Erik replied with a snarl of his own. He growled and so did Erik. He pushed forward and Erik pushed back.

  Dark never imagined fucking could feel like this.

  He bit at Erik's nape again, a surge going through him. It was like the moon was full, like he was hunting, running, rutting. His mate. He hadn't expected it, he hadn't been looking. Now that he was here, though, now that Erik was beneath him, he just wanted to howl.

  The coppery tinge of Erik's blood was in his mouth, the heat of that perfect body was around his cock. He wasn't going to last much longer, so he grabbed Erik's prick, jacking just as hard as he was slamming into his sweet ass. He felt Erik's need, squeezing his cock, dripping on his fingers.

  "Come on," he growled. "Show me." Show him who Erik belonged to.

  He heard a low moan, then he bit that sweet nape, shook hard, and spunk sprayed over his fingers. He put his head back and howled, his own seed pushing from his body and filling Erik's ass.

  His. His pup. He landed with a thud, covering Erik fully. Panting, he tried to catch his breath, his prick still buried deep.

  He lapped at the wound on Erik's neck, cleaning it. It would heal. If it was going to be permanent, he would need to reopen it a lot.

  "I...I thought I told you no biting." Erik's voice was husky, breathless.

  "You got off on it." He hadn't done anything Erik really hadn't wanted him to.

  "That's not the point." Erik's sweet ass rippled around his cock, milking it.

  "Sure it is." He'd done good. He'd gotten Erik's rocks off big time. And he'd put his scent on the man--in the man. He began to rock, his cock still firm, his balls aching. "Could do this all night long."

  "Why me? Why did you choose me?"

  "You smelled good." And no wonder--Erik was his.

  "I smell like curry and sweat and work." Erik's ass kept moving, muscles gripping his prick.

  "You smell like mine." He nuzzled along Erik's hairline, nibbling softly as he let Erik keep him up, get him revved up again. He nosed the mark he'd left, then licked it, pressing his tongue against it.

  That got a low cry, hips rolling, Erik beginning to ride him again, hips wagging in a needy pattern.

  "I've got you," he promised.

  "I can't do this."

  Oh, that sweet body totally could do this. He didn't even need to reply, Erik was guiding this one, wanting it. His cock was ridden, Erik's motions graceful, needy. Smooth. He slid his hand along that sweet cock, the smooth skin like heated silk.

  "Oh..."

  Erik made the prettiest sounds, all need and desperation.

  Grinning wildly, he pressed down on the mark on Erik's neck again. He didn't bite at it, just let Erik feel it there.

  "I can't..." But Erik did, again and again. Erik kept saying that and kept proving it wasn't true at all.

  Dark was just along for the ride now.

  Erik found them a rhythm that was a little slower, a little easier. Groaning, he nuzzled at Erik's neck, breathing them both in.

  "Tingles."

  Dark imagined it burned. "Mine." The word felt as natural as breathing.

  Erik shook his head, still moving, still riding him.

  He growled a little, but let his prick do the talking, let both their bodies make his case for him. Let his prick convince Erik this was good.

  He rubbed the tip of Erik's cock, grunting as Erik's movements pushed it even harder against his fingers. The wetness slipped against his touch, proving Erik's need. He began to thrust harder, working with Erik to push more.

  "My couch is going to collapse."

  Oh, he didn't think so. "It'll hold. Then we'll move to your bed."

  "What if I don't let you stay?"

  "You will." Erik wouldn't kick him out before morning. And by morning he would need his pup again.
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  He increased his pace, pounding into Erik as they went for their second orgasm. Erik pushed up and back, riding him now, adding his strength. He gripped Erik's prick hard, his hand flying. The friction they were creating was going to start a fire and Erik howled, the sound wrapping around Dark's soul.

  "Fuck, yes." He growled, meeting Erik's howl with the guttural sound.

  His cock swelled, aching as he slammed into Erik's slick heat, his prick raw from the pressure. He pressed his thumb into Erik's slit, needing the man to come now. Heat sprayed over his fingers, wetting them again while that sweet ass milked his cock.

  "Yes!" Punching in two more times, he came, filling Erik with his seed once again.

  Erik made soft, sleepy sounds beneath him, like a tired pup. He stroked Erik gently, his prick slipping from his tight heat. Erik was boneless, already snoring, worn out.

  Mating was hard work.

  He chuffed softly and scooped Erik up, sniffing hard as he hunted Erik's den for the bed. He found it and used his foot to shove the covers to one side. Then he placed Erik in the middle of the bed and wrapped around his mate. Now this would smell like him, too. Perfect.

  Erik cuddled in, nosing him gently, the sigh one of pure satisfaction, and a rush of warmth pooled in Dark's belly.

  Sleep, mate. Tomorrow they could start again.

  Chapter 2

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  Erik stretched, parts of his body aching that he didn't know could ache. Damn. He hit something hot and solid and it groaned and moved.

  Oh.

  Oh, fuck.

  Had he invited Mr. Growly to spend the night?

  He wasn't out as a shifter, not at all. He owned a vegan restaurant, for chrissake. He couldn't do this. He didn't even dream about shifting anymore.

  A big, heavy arm landed on him and dragged him into the solid heat, a low, satisfied grumble sounding.

  His eyes went wide. Okay. Okay, what to do... How did you remove a big Alpha male from your bed. Maybe Erik could smother him with a pillow...

  Nah, the man was too hot to waste.

  He hated to resort to trying to reason with big, hung and growly, but, honestly, it was his best option.

  Before he could even think about how he was going to do that, the guy's--Darth? No, Dark--mouth closed over his.

  Oh.

  His eyes popped open, near black eyes staring into his. The kiss was full on, but lazy, those eyes so intense. Dark stole his breath, left him clinging and forgetful of what he was doing.

  One big hand landed on his ass and tugged him in close, their morning wood rubbing together. Oh, this was a bad idea. A really bad idea. A really bad idea that felt really good.

  Maybe he could get off one more time before he told the man he was closeted.

  Dark's free hand dropped down and wrapped around both their cocks, dragging along them. Oh, hell yes. Erik groaned a little, teeth snapping.

  "That's it, mate."

  He shook his head. He couldn't. He wasn't mating with anyone. He was queer. Queer werewolves did not mate. Queer, vegan werewolves who were deep in the closet especially didn't mate.

  Dark's hand tightened around his prick, jacking them off faster. He shuddered, pushed up into it, moaned deep in his chest. Biting at his lips, Dark pushed him higher.

  Shit. Shit, hold it together. Hold it together.

  Then Dark rolled him, putting him on his back, the solid body on top of him. He blinked up, licking his lips, over and over. Dark's hips pressed into his, rocking against him, making him feel amazing. Oh, yeah. One more time.

  Bending, Dark closed his lips over the bruise on his throat, sucking on it. He was going to look like a leper, between that and the bite on his nape. When Dark used his teeth, it sent tingles shooting through him.

  "No biting." He wasn't a wolf, damn it.

  "It's a little late for that."

  "I'm not out." No one knew.

  "Out of what?" Dark asked.

  "The closet. I don't shift. I'm a vegan. No one knows."

  Dark pulled back frowning at him. "Not one of those sentences makes sense." Then Dark covered his mouth again, kissing him senseless, hand flying on their cocks.

  He moaned and pushed back, riding the touch, soaring high.

  "Need to smell you again," muttered Dark.

  His bottom lip was bitten hard, teeth sinking in. That bite shot through his whole body like lightning. Spunk pulsed from him in ropes, spreading between them.

  Dark howled for him, and the sound made him shudder. Dark's hands were everywhere, touching him, driving the pleasure farther and farther. Then Dark howled again and more spunk shot between them. It sprayed over Erik's skin, marking his belly.

  He was going to be able to smell Dark for days. It would give him something to jack off to.

  Dark collapsed onto him, letting him support the large weight. What on earth was he going to do? What on earth was going to happen next?

  Still panting, Dark licked at his neck. "Can I buy you breakfast?"

  "Buy me..." That was unexpected. Totally. "Yes?"

  The grin he got could only be called wolfish. "Excellent. I suppose you're not going to be getting any bacon and eggs." Dark made it sound scandalous that he would choose something else.

  "Oatmeal and toast."

  Dark made a face, but no comment.

  "I should shower." He needed to find his center, get some balance back, and that wasn't going to happen when all he could smell was Dark.

  "I hope it's big enough for two."

  It was, but he needed some time alone, some time to figure how the hell to handle all this.

  Dark sniffed at him, lips and teeth dragging over his neck, stopping to pay special attention to his Adam's apple. Erik's heart hiccupped, and he swallowed convulsively, chin dipping to protect his neck. That had Dark growling, nose pushing into his neck.

  "Stop..."

  One hand tangled in his hair, tugged his head back, baring his throat. Then Dark bit him, teeth sinking in and leaving another fucking mark. He barked, bouncing away, fighting himself, fighting the sudden urge to change.

  "Where are you going?" Dark asked, following him. Stalking him.

  "I have to go. You have to leave me alone." He didn't change. Not in ten years he hadn't.

  He ran and bounced off a doorway, head spinning.

  Dark's eyes narrowed. "That's not right. You want me to stay."

  "You can't stay. I have to..." Cold water. Ice cold water.

  "You have to what?" Dark got him cornered and pressed up against him.

  "I can't..." The wolf surged up in Erik and he panicked, scrabbling at the wall.

  "Hey." Dark grabbed his shoulders and slammed him against the wall, focusing his attention on the eyes that stared into his own. "Is this a vegan thing?"

  "I don't shift anymore." The stare seemed to calm him, ease him, down in his bones.

  Surprise colored Dark's eyes. "You what?"

  "I don't shift. No one knows. Go away." He made shooing motions with his hands.

  "That's even crazier than you being vegan."

  Crazy or not, it clearly wasn't pushing Dark away--the man didn't go.

  "I am. Vegan. Human. Not human." Shit, he was confused and discombobulated.

  "Mine," added Dark, no irony or teasing in the word or the intense gaze.

  "I'm not going to mate with anyone." He wasn't. He couldn't, damn it.

  Dark did chuckle at that. "Baby, you already have."

  "Don't laugh at me," he snapped, a rush of fury slapping on his spine.

  "Then don't say ridiculous things!"

  "I'm not!" He pushed Dark hard, the room's color fading.

  "You tell me you're a vegan, you tell me that you don't shift, you tell me that you won't mate with anyone. That all sound pretty crazy to me."

  The wolf was coming, whether or not Erik wanted it, so he ran, scrambling for the protected room that he hadn't used in years.

  Dark gave chase. "Erik! What the hel
l?"

  He slammed the heavy metal door shut as he shifted, howling wildly. Dark's body hit the door with a thump, the man's howl answering his. His paws scrabbled at the door, and he went wild, calling for his mate.

  Dark's body kept hitting the door from the other side, barks and howls filling the air.

  Mate! Mate! Erik scratched furiously, paws beating hard. Open the door! His mate worked at the door from the other wide, body just slamming against it. He kept fighting, throwing himself at the door, too, over and over.

  All of a sudden, the door opened and he spilled out into the room, rolling on the floor. He barked furiously, so excited to be free.

  Suddenly his mate was there, pouncing on him, teeth grabbing hold of his nape. He headbutted happily, rolling on his back, paws in the air to bat at Dark. Here. I'm here. You found me! Found me!

  Dark played with him, knocking him over and rolling with him, happy barks sounding. He chuffed and bounced, his tail sending things flying. Dark chuffed back, his mate laughing with him.

  He gnawed on one of Dark's legs, then bounced off to jump on the bed. Dark followed him, biting at his tail. He spun around, protecting his butt, having the time of his life.

  Dark bounced back, then bowled into him, rolling him over onto his back. Dark's muzzle nudged his belly, nosing around his belly. Those sharp teeth threatened for a moment, then Dark licked him.

  He rolled, tail thumping furiously, banging on the bed. Dark's muzzle opened on his neck, demanding his submission. Erik struggled, but only a moment before instinct took over and he went boneless, tongue lolling.

  Dark's low rumble was pleased.

  Then his face was licked. He nuzzled Dark's muzzle, lapping at whiskers.

  Mine. Erik swore he could hear the word inside him.

  Mate. He groomed Dark's paws, then his own, so happy. Dark gave a bright bark and settled next to him, letting him groom the lovely body.

  When they were both clean he settled. First a nap, then hunting. He was so hungry.

  Dark licked his nose and put a paw on his belly.

  He was safe, it was a good time for that nap.