The Return: Chapter Twelve

The Return: Chapter Twelve

Someone asked why I’m posting a book that’s for sale. The simple answer is, this version is unedited. The version that’s up at Amazon/Kindle Unlimited has been through edits. So if you like the story, please feel free to hit up KU to get it. 🙂

Chapter Twelve

I won’t lie and say the Council’s visit was smooth after Corey’s stunt. Yawen was pissy, probably because Corey forced them to step back and look at how they were running things. My dad always said we should respect the Council, but that they were behind the times, and he looked forward to the younger generation when the time came for the elders to step down.

So they could be as grumpy as they wanted, I didn’t care. Corey’d done it. He stood up for our pack, and got us two new members. It was agreed with the Council that Matt and Kinsey would continue in their roles and Corey’s chauffeur and bodyguard, but that payment would be handled by our pack now. Matt was tripping on air, a huge smile on his face. Kinsey was…well, Kinsey.

After the Council left, my mate and new pack members sat in the coffeeshop and chatted, while I went back to my office to get some work done. I didn’t want to leave Corey alone, but he shoved me out the door and reminded me I needed to get moving if I wanted a special surprise that night.

I never worked harder.

When I got home, the lights were down low, there was a bottle of wine on the table, and two taper candles in silver holders standing in the center.

“What’s this?”

Corey swooped in and gave me a gentle kiss. “This is our first date. I wanted something special for tonight.”

“It’s beautiful,” I told him. “Where are your new boys?”

“I threw some money at them and said they needed to get the fuck out.” He grinned. “I told them to go out and get a pizza, and afterward go to a movie. A long one. Matt was excited, but I’m pretty sure from Kinsey’s raised brows he knew what was happening.”

“And you don’t care?”

“Hell, no. As far as I’m concerned, they could sit here and watch us fuck. I’ve waited too long for this to care if we have an audience.”

I grabbed his arm and pulled him to me. “Who are you and what have you done with the Corey I fell in love with?”

“You don’t know how long I’ve dreamed about this.” He snickered. “Okay, you don’t know how many times I’ve jacked off thinking about this.”

He stood on tiptoes and tried to kiss me, but wasn’t nearly tall enough.

“Get your ass down to my level,” he snarled, tugging me toward him.

I went without complaint.

His lips were soft, and tasted sweet like his choux buns. I reached around and ran my hands over the muscles in his back, eliciting muffled moans from him. When he pulled away, I stopped. I would never force him to do anything, so waited to hear what he wanted to say.

“What about dinner?”

I grinned. “It can be dessert.”

That made him smile. “Thank god. I was afraid you’d say you wanted to eat first.”

I cupped the side of his neck and buried my face on the other side, inhaling his scent.

“Oh, I’m going to eat,” I promised.

But it wasn’t going to be quick. I waited so long, and there was no way I’d rush it now.

“Where do you want me?” he whispered, his voice husky.

“Bent over the table, ass in the air.”

“O-Okay,” he stuttered.

I put my arms around him and lifted him from the floor. “The bed. Wanna know a secret?”

He put his head on my shoulder. “Sure.”

I started down the hall for his—our—bedroom. “When I was a kid, I dreamed of our first time. We’d have rose petals scattered around, and a bottle of champagne chilling on the nightstand. I’d lay you in the center of the bed and stand there, memorizing ever curve of your body.” I chuckled. “Funny how you have those dreams as kids, yeah?”

I pushed open the door, and gaped.


“You aren’t the only one who had those dreams,” he assured me.

The room was bathed in the soft light of candles. Rose petals were strewn on the bed. The Alexa device was streaming Clare de Lune.

“Debussy? Beautiful choice.”

“I searched online,” he admitted. “It said this was one of the most romantic songs. I know you wanted us to have sex, and I’m sorry if I got—”

“You shut up,” I growled. “Who had the rose petal dream, huh? I want sex, but I want it to be special for both of us.” I laid him on the bed, marveling at the fact he was mine. “So you know, this is my first time.”

“Mine too.”

“I know.”

His eyes widened, and I fought the urge to kick myself.

“You know?” he asked, his voice chilly.

Shame coursed through me at the confession I needed to make. “I asked my dad to have the pack keep you away from everyone else. I couldn’t stand the thought of anyone with their hands on my mate. He did it, because he knew if I heard you’d been with someone else, I would explode.” I closed my eyes. “I’m sorry.”

A moment later, Corey’s hands were on me, stroking down my chest. “You don’t know what it means to me to hear you say how important I was to you back then.”

“You’re even more important now,” I replied. “Because I’m old enough to claim you properly.”

“Explain claiming, okay?”

“When we have sex, at the moment of orgasm, I sink my fangs into your neck.”

“I’m sorry, you what?”

“My dad says it doesn’t hurt. He said he and my mom had the best sex ever when he bit her.”

“Ew. I do not want to think about your parents doing the nasty.”

I snorted. “You think I did? It was part of my training, to understand the needs of me and my mate.”

“What happens when you bite me?”

I ran a finger along the side of his neck. “I’ll inject a toxin into your body. It’ll make physiological changes, including giving you something akin to a womb to carry our baby.”

He squeaked. “What the fuck does that mean? How would I carry a baby? Is it safe? How am I supposed to go out in public like that?”

I couldn’t contain it. I laughed, and he glared at me. “I’m kidding. No womb, no babies. What will happen is that I’ll bite you and my saliva will mix with your blood. I’ll swallow some of it, and your body will absorb my own DNA. There will be changes, for both of us, as our bodies attune themselves. Our scents will alter, becoming a mix of each other’s. That way, anyone who smells us will know we belong to someone already. This only happens for true mates. The bite is erotic, but the changes only apply to us.”

“And this is something you want?”

I kissed his nose. “Are you serious? I’ve been captivated by your smell since the first day. My wolf wants to roll around in it, to have it permeate his fur. You smell like no other ever has for me.”

I reached out and rucked up his shirt. He lifted his arms, and I took it off him, then tossed it onto the floor.

“So what changes does it make to our bodies?”

This one would make him laugh. I hoped. “No one else will ever be able to give me an erection. My body and the responses will be tied directly to you. Not that it matters, because I would never cheat on you.”

“So you can’t jack off?”

“Nope. You have the control here. If you choose to withhold sex, I’ll have to deal with it.”

“And what about me?”

“The nice thing about being the mate is that there aren’t any ill effects for you. I think  Fate, or whoever decides on our mates, wanted to even the playing field. What will happen is your body will become accustomed to mine. You’ll be able to relax easier, and opening you up will be painless.”

“That doesn’t sound bad.”

I unsnapped his pants, then lowered his zipper. As I tugged the pants down, I noticed he’d gone commando, and I couldn’t help by lick my lips as his erection popped up, the tip weeping pre-come.

“I would never do anything that would hurt you. I hope you know that.”

“Yeah, I do.” He reached down and wrapped his fingers around his shaft. “Come down here.”

I lay beside him and he leaned over and kissed me. He poked his tongue out and I opened for him, allowing him to take control. He put his hands on my chest, kneading my pecs. I moaned when he squeezed them.

“Core,” I whispered into his mouth, overwhelmed by the sensations. “I love you so fucking much.”

“Love you too,” he panted.

I rolled and pulled him with me. He weighed almost nothing, at least for someone with a wolf’s strength, but it grounded me better than years of lessons from my dad. I ran my hands up and down his back, letting my claws out a little.

“Ooooh, that’s nice,” Corey murmured into my neck.

I had to be careful. One slip, and I could slice him open, and that probably would ruin the mood. He moved his head and our mouths met. In every dream I’d had about Corey, I never considered how fucking sexy kissing could be. I thought being inside him was the ultimate goal, but I could die a happy man experiencing his drugging lips against mine.

When something hard pressed into my stomach, and Corey started hunching his hips, I knew he wanted me, and that was another tick to the list of things my mate could do to get me riled.

“You cum on me, and I’m going to be pissed,” I whispered in his ear.

“I—I’m sorry, I can’t… I’m trying not to,” he whimpered.

“Because I want to taste you, Core. I want you to drop a load in my mouth. Did you know a werewolf’s sense of taste is like eight times more sensitive than a human? The flavors are going to be so much hotter.”

“Jonas,” he whined. “You’re gonna make me shoot.”

I pushed him off me, and there was a squawk of protest, at least until I moved down and took him into my mouth.

“Oh motherfuck!” he cried out, hands fisting my hair.

His cock was amazing. About six inches long, it filled my mouth perfectly. I was afraid I’d choke, but I was able to take him all the way down with no problems. And apparently he loved it.

He thrust his hips up, burying himself in my throat, while he yanked my head down, trying to get deeper. I willed my claws back to hands and reached up to cup his balls. The moan I got drove me crazy. I squeezed and tugged on his sac, loving the way his testicles moved in my hand.

When he pushed me away, I was shocked.

“Did I hurt you?”

“I’m sorry, did it sound like I was in pain? Shit, if a blow job gets me that hot, what will it be like when you’re inside me?” He carded his fingers through my hair. “I want to try so many things with you. I want you to suck me dry, I want to try and take you deep in my throat, and have you spill your seed there, then roll me over and fuck me senseless.”

“Well, we’re already halfway there,” I teased.

He ignored the jibe. “I can feel you’re length against my leg. You’re longer than me.”

“Not by much,” I promised. “An inch, maybe two. But I’m pretty thick. It’ll probably take a while to get you ready for me the first time. After that, it’ll be much easier.”

“You might think that,” he said.


He grabbed my hand and guided it to his ass. I slid my fingers over the soft skin, but then stopped when they came into contact with something hard.

“What’s this?” I demanded.

“That is a butt plug,” he said, moaning as I jostled it. “Before you got home, I showered, applied some lube to my ass, and slid my favorite vibrator up there.”

Favorite…. “What the hell?”

“Don’t be mad,” he pleaded.

“Mad? Fuck, no. Show me.”


“I wanna see you fucking yourself with your toy.”

“Are you sure? You seemed angry.”

I leaned in and kissed him, pouring every drop of feeling into it. “I’m so sure,” I told him.

When he leaned over, I let him go, but held on so he wouldn’t fall out of bed. He came back up a moment later, an ornate wooden box in his hand. When he opened it, my nostrils flared. That scent was so addictive.

“I don’t want to do this if you’re going to get mad.”

“Not mad at all, I swear. Surprised, yes. I always thought of you as very…. I don’t know.”

“Vanilla?” he said with a grin, slicking his fingers with lube. “I watch all kinds of porn. Bears, twinks, spanking, BDSM. Hell, I’ve even watched straight porn, but that was mostly because the guy was hot. If you’re into it, sex is amazing, and something to be celebrated. Not saying that people who choose not to have sex are missing out, because I’m sure they’re fulfilled in other ways.”

I couldn’t agree more. Then all thought fled my head as Corey’s fingers slipped into his hole. It was hard to draw a decent breath as he pulled out the plug, then slid three of them in to the knuckle and moaned decadently.

“Corey.” His name came out strangled. He had porn. My sex education was pretty much limited to watching the animals have sex or, and I hate this memory, my mother giving me a gay sex book when I was seventeen.

“I didn’t need to do this,” he assured me. “The plug has me plenty stretched, but I love the feeling of my fingers in my ass like this.” He reached for the box and pulled out a steel rod, about seven inches long. It wasn’t thick, but it was fascinating. A cord dangled from it, reaching the floor.

“What’s that?” I managed to choke out.

“This baby here is a heating wand. I plug it in, and then I can use it to fuck myself. It warms as I use it, and I… um….”

“You what?” I asked, taking the thing from his hand. It was heavier than I thought it would be.

“I pretend it’s you,” he admitted.

Instinct took over. I placed the blunt end at his opening and pressed gently. It slid in deep on the first try, and Corey moaned with every inch that filled his amazing ass. When I bottomed out with it, I pulled it out a bit, then pushed in some more. I wanted to plug it in, to see how it worked and if it drove him crazy, but my cock was aching, and I knew I couldn’t hold off on burying myself in him for long.

“More,” Corey begged. “Jonas, I need more.”

I thought he meant more of the toy, but then he grabbed my dick and tugged me closer to him. I might not be the brightest bulb, but I knew what he wanted from me.

“One day I want to watch you fuck yourself with that until you come. Not today, though. I need to claim you, Core. Is that going to be okay?”

“Do it!” he demanded.

I pulled the wand out completely, then let it slide to the floor. Scooting forward, I put the head of my cock against his opening. This was it. The moment I’d waited on forever. I pushed gently, and gasped when Corey’s hole spread wide and welcomed me inside. I’d never felt such heat.

“Fuck, yes,” Corey croaked as I bottomed out.

He pulled his legs back, opening himself up to me. The sight was amazing. His hard cock jutting up, me buried in him. The book I’d gotten never talked about how amazing this was.

I put my hands on his thighs, and pushed him back until his knees were on his chest. I put some of my weight on them, mindful not to crush him, then withdrew about halfway, before pushing in again.

“Harder,” he begged. “I won’t break, I promise.”

It was good he said that, because it was a strain to not pound into him like I’d always wanted. I put both hands on the bed to give myself leverage, then hunched up and drove back inside of him. He shuddered beneath me, but the cry that escaped his lips was anything but pain.

“Jonas, more,” he urged.

I thrust in hard, the sound of flesh smacking together loud enough to be heard over our grunts and groans. It was finally happening. I was inside my goddamned mate, and I never wanted to be apart from him again.

“So good,” Corey murmured. “So fucking good.”

He reached up and put his hands on my shoulders, bracing both of us. When I buried myself inside him again, he practically screamed.

“Core?” I asked, stopping dead.

“Keep going!” he demanded. “Do that again.” I thrust once more, and his eyes widened. “Fuck, yeah!”

I knew from the book I’d pegged his prostate, and sent ripples of pleasure through him.

“More,” he insisted.

The problem was, I was close to spilling inside him.

“Core, I can’t hold back much longer,” I confessed.

“Then don’t,” he panted. “We are so doing this again.”

“Tilt your head,” I told him. “I need to give you my bite.”

He did as I asked, and just as my orgasm crested, I bent forward and drove my fangs into his neck. Sweet blood splashed over my tongue, and I laved the skin greedily, wanting every bit. Corey cried out and locked his legs around my ass, pulling me into him as his cum spurted, leaving a trail over his stomach, chest, and up to his neck. His channel clenched around me, gripping me tight, milking my length. When I couldn’t hold back any longer, I shot hard, grunting as I slammed in again and again, until I was completely empty.

My strength deserted me, and my arms gave out as I collapsed on top of him, pinning him to the bed. I didn’t intend it, but he’d drained the life from me. I let my face rest in the crook of his neck, delighted when he wrapped his arms around. The changes had started already. Corey’s scent was becoming more mellow, mingling with my own. What I’d thought was perfect had moved to a new level as the two of us became one in body and spirit.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“Fuck yeah,” I replied. I got up and licked the remnants of his orgasm from his skin, delighting in the sweet musky taste. He peered from half lidded eyes and gave a smile that sent my heart into overdrive.

I was so gone on him, and I didn’t care if I never came back.

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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