The Return: Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fourteen


You know Corey was baiting you.

Of course I knew. And I didn’t give a good goddamn. I had a chance to fuck my mate again, and I was damn well going to take it.

“Strip,” I ordered.

Corey scrambled to comply, obviously not caring that he was making a mess. I stood and watched, loving the flush that crept up Corey’s body. Once everything was off, I pointed to the bed.

“Hands and knees.”

“Jonas, I—”

I laid a heavy smack on Corey’s ass, delighting in the yelp that escaped his lips.

“Hands and knees.”


Corey climbed onto the king-size bed, his face buried in the comforter. I was about to try something I’d only heard about in school, but couldn’t wait. I moved closer and slid a hand over Corey’s cheeks. They were so warm. The red handprint where I’d spanked made me worry. We’d never talked about sex, and I had no idea if—

“Are you going to stand there all day, or are you going to put your dick in me at some point?” He grinned and gave me a wink. “Oh, and that smack? We are so going to be doing that again.”

He liked toys. He liked a little slap and tickle. Yeah, Fate made the perfect mate for me.

I grabbed a globe in each hand and spread Corey’s cheeks. There it was. That pink pucker that drove me wild. Along with everything else about his man.

“What are you doing?”

Corey’s voice went up an octave as I dove in and speared that hole with my tongue. I flattened his tongue and laved up the crease, Corey whimpering his need. This was what I loved most. The chance to make Corey come apart under my touch. Those years without him had been agony. Not being able to put a hand on Corey gutted me every day.

“Jonas. Oh, God. Jonas.”

The pleading tone enflamed me. I had years to make up to Corey, and I looked forward to every day for the rest of their lives.

“Please, Jonas. Please.”

“Please what, Core?” I stroked a hand over his hip. “Tell me what you want.”

He shook his head. “I don’t know. I need you, but I don’t know what it is I want.”

Jonas chuckled. “Oh, I think you know exactly what you need, but you’re afraid to say it.”

He shook his head, then covered his face with the pillow. I sure wasn’t having that. I gripped his neck and pulled him up firmly, but gently.

“You can’t hide from me, Core. Never could. I see you, no matter what you do. Now, why don’t you save us both some time, and tell me what it is you want here?”

He coughed. “I saw this video once….” His cheeks flamed red. “The one guy was riding the other. Do you think that’s something you might want to—”

Before he could finish, I rolled over, gripping my hard cock and waggling my brows at him.

“This is a broncing buck, not a pony. Be sure you can handle it.”

He rolled his eyes. “I’ve played with toys bigger than you.”

I widened my eyes. “Oh?”

He cackled. “No, just wanted to give you some crap.” He reached out and gripped my cock. “This is by far the biggest toy I’ve had.”

“Then get playing.”

“In time.” He leaned down and kissed the head of my cock. “See, you had your way, now it’s my turn. While I’m more than happy to do what I’m told out there, in our bedroom—or wherever we decide to get busy—I’m going to have wants and needs.” He licked a strip from my balls to the tip of my cock. “And right now, I want to suck this bad boy.”

Oh, hell yes. I’d dreamed of blow jobs. Well, Corey’s lips wrapped around my dick. Watching as he bobbed up and down on me, never taking his eyes off my face, was one of the hottest fantasies I’d had.

“Go for it,” I croaked.

He snickered. “Big, bad Alpha brought down by an itty-bitty tongue?” He swirled it around the head, then dipped it into the slit. “What would the others say if they could see this?”

I put my hands on his head and pulled him down, being careful not to choke him. “They’d say, ‘what a fucking lucky bastard our Alpha is’.”

For a few minutes the only sounds in the room were my moans and Corey’s slurps. It was heaven, at least as far as I was concerned. When he reached up and cupped my balls, tugging them gently, I gasped.

“You learned a lot from porn.”

He pulled off with a pop. “I wish I had learned to deepthroat. I’d love to take all of this.”

I grabbed my dick and waggled it at him. “Well, if you need practice, I’m always available for you to hone your skills on.”

He grinned, then opened wide, and got to business. When he slid off again, I wanted to protest, but then he reached for the nightstand drawer, and I knew what was coming. Corey pulled out the familiar yellow and white jar of his favorite lube. He took the top off, then dipped a finger into the container. As I watched, he reached behind himself and slid that damned digit up his ass with a sinful moan.

I reached down and stroked my cock, watching him add another finger. It was sensuous, beyond dirty, and hotter than any porn I’d ever seen—not that there was much, mind you. The pure and wanton look on his face, combined with the squishing sound as he made sure he was lubed, sent my libido into overdrive.

When I sat up, Corey put a hand on my chest and pushed me down once more.

“My show, my rules. Lay there and shut up. The only thing I want to hear from you are grunts, groans, moans, and you begging me for more. We good?” he asked, then went back to fingering himself.

I loved the facets of Corey. He could do demure when we were in a group, he could be a pissy bastard when he wanted something, and he could be a demanding bottom, wanting nothing more than to be filled.

“We so very good,” I groaned, watching as he added a third finger. The show got hotter when Corey started bouncing up and down on the invaders. He threw his head back, his mouth open, and a whine escaped as he speared himself over and over, while he stroked himself with his other hand.

“Don’t you dare cum,” I snapped. “I wanna be inside you when you do.”

“Can’t help it,” Corey panted. “It feels so good.”

“Think of how much better my cock will feel,” I told him, hopeful he’d actually let me in at some point. “Besides, you’re being loud. You know Matt and Kinsey can probably hear everything going on in here.”

“Enjoy the show, guys!” Corey shouted.

I couldn’t believe he’d done that. The bastard seriously intended on finishing himself off, and leaving me out of it? Not happening! I grabbed his arms and jerked him forward, pulling his fingers from his ass, then wrestled him onto his back and hefted his legs up over my shoulders. When I gazed into his eyes, he was smirking at me.

“About time you got with the program. Fingers are nice and all, but that bad boy you’re holding in your hand? Mhm.”

“Teasing little bastard,” I grumped, but pushed in closer. “I thought you were going to ride me, and then you don’t.”

“Lay on your back,” he said, his voice husky.

“No. You’ll start teasing me again,” I said, trying to sound petulant.

“You’re never going to win an Oscar,” he said, grinning. “On your back.”

Honestly, I didn’t care how we did it, I wouldn’t even care if we had sex. When I was at work, I couldn’t stop thinking about Corey. Holding him, kissing him, being inside of him. He consumed my every thought. My dad told me that it would wane the longer we were together, that sex wouldn’t be as important. Maybe that was true, and if it was, fine. But I wanted Corey with what probably bordered on a near psychotic desperation.

I blamed my wolf, of course.

I lay back once more, waiting for Corey to tease some more, but he took his already glossy hand, and wrapped it around my shaft, pulling a groan out of me.

“You know, I often fantasized about your cock,” he said, smearing more of the lotion.

“Oh?” I managed to get out, working hard to suppress the shudders that coursed through me.

“Mhm. I wondered if it was big, small, skinny, fat. Also if it was cut, or uncut.

“No wolf I know of has an cut one. We heal most wounds eventually, so circumcision wouldn’t be possible.”

“Hot,” Corey murmured, climbing on top of me, keeping a grip on my aching rod. “Let me tell you, the reality is way better than the fantasy. It’s long and thick, but not too much of either.”

“Because F-F-Fate made us for each other.”

“Hm. I’ll have to send Fate a ‘thank you’ card.”

He slid my cock into the crease of his ass, until finally he notched it against his pucker, then started to take me into his body. He’d stop every inch or so, and take a few deep breaths before continuing. Once he lowered his weight onto my legs, I knew I’d come home.

He raised up a bit, then slowly lowered himself until I’d been engulfed in that sultry heat once more.

“Fuck, that’s amazing,” I said, watching him lose himself in the rapture.

“Oh, yeah,” he gasped, picking up speed. I tightened the muscles in my legs, because my orgasm was imminent. Corey’s lusty expression, the want and need, all of that called to me on every level. I wanted to spend hours making love to this man, and was embarrassed I wouldn’t last but a few more minutes.

“Core,” I managed to get out. “Going to cum soon.”

I reached for his cock, and stroked it. So damn hot in my hand.

“Harder,” he pleaded. “Please, Jonas. I need it harder.”

He batted my hand aside, then grabbed his own dick. I missed the feeling of him in my hand immediately. Still, he wanted something, and it was my job to give it to him. I braced myself, flattening my palms on the bed, and when he started his descent, I thrust up, slamming into him hard.

“Fuck, yes,” he spat. “More!”

We fell into a rhythm, him dropping onto my cock as I drove deeper. With each thrust, he grunted, whined, and then demanded ‘harder’. The room was filled with our moans, the sound of skin slapping skin, and needy pleas.

The next thing I knew, my stomach, chest, and face were being painted with his hot spend as he clenched his ass, locking me into him almost painfully. I’d been on the precipice before, but that hot, tight channel dragged the orgasm from me, wringing it from my very depths. Corey collapsed on top of me, my dick still inside him as I rode out the remnants of the mind-blowing sex we’d had.

Then I heard it. Panting, growling, and whimpering from Matt, as he begged Kinsey to fuck him. I crushed Corey to my chest, and whispered in his ear.

“I think we gave them ideas.”

Just then, Matt howled, and Corey chuckled softly.

“I should get up,” he said. “I need to clean up, and make sure I placed my order this morning.”

But I didn’t want him to go, so I held on.

“Jonas, you gotta let me up. I need to get down to the shop and finish my order.”

His voice was filled with post-sex sleep. I knew if I didn’t let him go, he’d be out like a light in minutes, so I did what any good mate would. I held on.

And moments later, with whispered protests, Corey fell asleep in my arms.


The first thing I heard when I tried to get up was a pained cry from Jonas. I didn’t realize I’d fallen asleep on him, but now he seemed torn between pushing me away or pulling me close.

“What’s wrong?”

“We’re stuck together,” he moaned. “When you moved, you were pulling the hair off me.”

Then I noticed my stomach had his hair on it, matted in the cum from last night. The memories came back, and my ass twinged, but at the same time I wanted him again.

“Jonas, I—”

The ringing phone cut me off. Jonas winced when I got up to get it, then his started to ring.

“Fuck. Well, won’t have to worry about shaving it,” he muttered.

We answered at the same time. Mine was Doug, and what he said made my blood run cold.

“Corey? Oh, Corey, it’s awful.”

“What’s wrong?” I asked. “Are you hurt?”

“No, not me, but…. Corey, the coffeeshop is on fire. DD was inside.”

I sat back on the bed, his words echoing in my head. At the same time, Jonas was barking orders, but his words were nearly indistinct. “… sure everyone is out. Clear the area around the building, and keep the pack away so the firefighters…… I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”

He threw his phone onto the nightstand, then grabbed his clothes and hurried into the bathroom. “Core, we have to go.”

I sat there staring at my phone. Doug’s voice seemed to come from far away as he called my name. My shop was on fire. DD had been inside. I couldn’t process it, and I think my brain shut down. When Jonas came out, he put his hands on my shoulders.

“We need to move,” he said, shaking me. “Kinsey!”

A few moments later, the bedroom door opened. “What’s wrong?”

I’m sure Jonas was explaining it to him. I still sat there, staring at my phone. Years of my life, up in smoke, and my friend hurt in the fire. I couldn’t help the hysterical laughter that burst from me. Up in smoke. That was funny. Arms surrounded me, and that brought me out of my stupor. Jonas was there, pulling me to him.

“I’m sorry, baby. I wish we had time to grieve, but we need to get down there.”

I jerked away from him. “For what?” I screamed. “To watch my life as it crashes to the ground?”

“No! Look, I know this is devastating, and I’m sorry, but you’re the Alpha Mate. You need to put aside your problems and focus on the pack right now.”

“Fuck the pack!”

Jonas’s eyes went wide. “You don’t mean that.”

“The hell I don’t. That place was my life. It held me together when you were gone. It gave me purpose. Now that’s all nothing but ash.”

“And what about your pack mates?” Jonas snarled. “What about DD, who got burned trying to put out the fire by herself? Fuck her too?”

That brought me up short. I was so lost in my problems, I forgot she’d been there. “Is she okay? Doug didn’t know for sure.”

“She breathed in a lot of smoke, and she has first and second degree burns on sixty percent of her body.”

“But she’ll be okay, right? She can heal. That’s what you said.” I needed Jonas to tell me something—anything—good, because right now I was at the end of my very short rope.

“Wolves are tougher than humans. We heal faster, which will help, but she’s still going to be in a lot of pain”

Here I was, worrying about a building, when my friend—my pack—was hurting too, because she’d tried to save something of brick and mortar. Something that could be rebuilt. If she’d died, there was no coming back from that.

“I’m sorry,” I rasped out. “Let me get dressed.”

“Kinsey is getting Matt ready, and he’ll bring the car to the front. I truly am sorry about the shop, Core.”

“No. I’m the one who should be sorry. I put my feelings and what was hurting me ahead of actual human lives. I was being selfish.”

“You have every right,” Jonas said, squeezing my shoulder. “But we need to focus on the welfare of our people first and foremost. We’ll worry about rebuilding later.”

A knock at the door, and it opened slowly. “Car is ready,” Kinsey said.

Jonas took my hand and led me outside, where Matt sat biting his nails. Kinsey opened the door, and Jonas helped me in, then closed it behind me.

“Corey, I’m sorry,” Matt said softly.

“Me too,” I said. “But more, I’m sorry for not thinking about my people before my building.”

He nodded. “I understand.”

I wished he would explain it to me. Kinsey got in front with Matt, before he reached over and put a hand on Matt’s knee. Jonas slid in beside me, and immediately wrapped me in his arms. Even the touch of my mate couldn’t chase away the cold that had seeped into my heart, though.

I wondered if anything could.

by Parker Williams

Parker writes m/m fiction where happily ever afters will require work to reach. He loves broken characters, hurt and healing, pain and comfort.

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