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  "I have never not wanted you."

  Sam looked at him, someone so small and fragile, and yet he had Collin absolutely wrapped around his little finger.

  It was crazy, and it was madness that he was denying himself when Sam was basically throwing himself at Collin right now.

  And the wolf agreed, so the thin, fragile thread of resistance that Collin had pulled together snapped, and then he didn't have the ability to say no anymore.

  He groaned, sliding his hand behind Sam's neck and pulling him forward, their mouths crashing together.

  Sam moaned as their teeth clashed, but it wasn't so bad that he had to pull back. If anything, Sam leaned forward, pushing his tongue against Collin's lips, but he didn't try to take control.

  Interesting. Normally people at least made the attempt. Some thought there was something exhilarating in trying to control an alpha when there was no chance for that otherwise.

  No, this was something different. Sam seemed to be coaxing Colling into taking him, into slipping his tongue between those lovely lips.

  Collin had no issue with that, with pushing the other man down and settling himself between Sam's legs.

  And Sam moaned, shivering as his hands continued to roam across Collin's body, but Collin was the one who was still mostly dressed. He was the one who needed to get out of his clothes so Sam could have something to touch.

  Collin pulled back, yanking himself out of his shirt before tossing it away. He leaned back in to kiss that perfect mouth one more time, and the wolf in his head rumbled with pleasure.

  All the while still snapping at Collin to hurry it up.

  As though the beast didn't trust Collin to not back out of this.

  Stupid animal. It wasn't like it was going to get in on this anyway.

  But still, Collin did feel the intense need to hurry. To take what belonged to him before his better senses came over him and he put a stop to this.

  The more Sam continued to make those sweet little mewling noises as Collin licked him deep, the more his hands continued to slide around Collin's bare chest and back, the more Collin realized that wasn't going to be a problem.

  There was no going back from this. Not right now. Not when he was so close to coming in his pants when Sam kept thrusting their still-clothed cocks together.

  Collin growled, throwing himself off of the other man.

  Sam moaned, reaching out for him, but Collin avoided his fingers. "Where are you going?"

  "I'll be right back. Be naked."

  Collin needed to make that a priority. He didn't want there to be any chance that he would change his mind on this.

  He ran into his bathroom. He had supplies in there. Collin wished he'd been able to get something a little more fresh. He'd had other lovers in this house, and he'd made plans on having more before Sam came into his home, but now that he had his mate here, it seemed a little crass to be using a bottle of lube on his mate that he'd used for fucking other people.

  Nothing he could do for that now. So he might as well get what he needed before his real brain took hold of the situation.

  He grabbed the lube and nearly rushed out of the bathroom before he wound back.

  Condoms. He was going to need those, too. Mates of shifters could sometimes become pregnant with young. Even the males. Their bodies changed with the mating heat, and since Collin was unsure about Sam's stance on having kids of his own, or even if he knew about the possibility, Collin decided it was better to be safe than sorry.

  He ran back to the living room. Sam was still there, on the couch. It was kind of amusing to see that the other man had actually folded their clothes and set them on the coffee table before lying back and taking his dick in hand.

  Collin froze at the sight of it. The look of his mate, stretched out, eyes closed and lips parted while his fingers moved back and forth across the length of his dick was a beautiful thing to watch.

  Collin's already hard cock jumped. He bit down on a groan, and now he was faced with the horrible choice of stopping the show so he could have sex with his mate or letting him continue and then not having sex.

  He stepped closer, coming to the side of the couch.

  Sam only opened his eyes when Collin was right next to him.

  "How long have you been holding all of this back?"

  The helpless look in Sam's eyes gutted him.

  "Long enough. Are you going to help me out with this or what?"

  Collin put a knee onto the cushion. He couldn't look away from the blush on Sam's cheeks.

  "If it was this bad, why didn't you tell me?"

  Sam's Adam's apple bobbed with a hard swallow. "If you didn't want to have sex with me, then I wasn't going to try and, I don't know, pressure you into doing it."

  That almost made Collin laugh. The idea that this man could think he could pressure Collin into anything was laughable.

  "You're a submissive, aren't you?"

  Sam looked at him, as though he wasn't following.

  Collin settled himself onto the couch, pushing Sam's knees apart and settling between them.

  "You wanted me to make the first move. You didn't want to do anything. You were waiting for me to take you. Even though you needed this almost as much as I did."

  And Collin, being the idiot that he was, hadn't noticed.

  What the hell was wrong with him? Though it was exciting to realize that his mate was a sub, that he wanted to be dominated. That he wanted Collin to come to him and make the first move…

  Christ, the man had already been a turn-on, but this was, by far, the best thing Collin could have hoped for.

  "I was just…shy about it. I think."

  Collin grinned. "Sure you were."

  "I was!"

  "Shy enough to jerk off on my couch when you know I'm right around the corner?"

  The blush on Sam's face increased, and Collin knew he had the man right where he wanted him.

  "Still too shy."

  "Shut up." Sam actually covered his face with a hand, as though he didn't want to be seen.

  Collin took him by his wrist, pulling his hand back.

  “No, sweetheart. You don't get to do that. Not after you spent all that time pestering me for sex."

  Again, the color in Sam’s cheeks increased. Collin thought he should stop before Sam got a nosebleed.

  "Don't worry. I liked it."

  "Yeah?"

  Collin leaned in, pressing a kiss to Sam's mouth. Every protective instinct rushed up inside of him as he finally realized Sam was actually so shy that he was willing to put himself through that kind of discomfort just so Collin would make a move on him.

  Collin pulled back from the kiss. He stared down at his mate, and he promised himself he wasn't going to be so stupid ever again.

  "You're not going to tell me this is your first time or something, are you?"

  That was suddenly a massive concern. If this was going to be Sam's first time, then Collin figured he should at least show a little more care with him.

  Sam smiled. "I'm twenty-seven. No. I'm not a virgin."

  Disappointment and relief warred within him for top position. Collin decided he would be relieved. At least this meant he wasn't going to give Sam any surprises.

  Collin raised the man's knees up, settling his legs onto his shoulders.

  Sam swallowed hard, the blush becoming dark again.

  "You sure this isn't your first time?"

  Sam glared at him. "I told you. I'm shy. It's just a little embarrassing."

  Collin could understand that. It was a vulnerable position to be in.

  "I promise you're going to forget all about that in another minute."

  Sam swallowed again. He reached down for his prick, taking it in hand, but he didn't stroke it. He seemed to be just holding on.

  As though holding back an orgasm.

  Collin smiled, opening the bottle of lubricant. He popped it open, feeling that same rumbling growl working up inside of his throat. The wolf w
as here with him, but this time, there was no chance it was going to get out of control. He could feel it there, watching, waiting, but it wasn't fighting for control.

  No. This was the most in tune he'd ever felt with his other half in years. They both wanted this. They were both going to enjoy it.

  Collin pressed his fingers to Sam's asshole. He didn't push inside. He wanted to test the man. He wanted to see how well his mate could handle him.

  Sam hissed, his back arching against just the touch alone.

  "Been awhile?"

  "Maybe," Sam said, huffing for breath as he stared up at the ceiling.

  He was tight. Collin pressed his fingers against the man's hole again and again, pushing against the ring of muscle a touch more each time until he was confident he could sink his fingers inside.

  Then he did. He managed to breach the other man, slowly. He didn't push as deep as he knew he could.

  No, Collin wanted to savor this as he wiggled his fingers.

  Sam sure seemed to like it. "Yeah, that's…God, that's real nice."

  He still didn't stroke his cock. Sam still seemed to be doing his best to not orgasm.

  He had a hair trigger in there, that was for damned sure.

  Collin pushed his fingers deeper, making sure his mate could feel the stretch this time around, and when he hooked his fingers, Sam hissed and groaned.

  It wasn't lost on Collin the way Sam began to thrust his ass against Collin's fingers.

  "You like that?"

  Sam nodded. "Fuck yeah."

  "Good." Because Collin wasn't sure he could hold back much longer. He didn't have the luxury of holding on to his dick to keep himself from orgasming. The little mewling noises Sam made were enough to make his cock throb as though Sam were already touching him.

  And the heated clench around his fingers was making his inner wolf howl.

  Collin pulled his fingers back, his body trembling through the struggle as he reached for a condom.

  “I’m sorry, baby. I can’t wait anymore.”

  He tore open the packet, rolled the latex onto his aching cock, his toes curling from the heat of that one small act alone, and as he pressed the head of his prick against Sam’s hole, he thought he heard the other man sigh with relief.

  Hard to say because that was when Collin howled a long, satisfied noise as he thrust home.

  Chapter Four

  Sam had never been filled like this. He'd never been fucked like this either. He wanted to reach up and grab onto Collin's shoulders as the other man thrust into him, as Collin proceeded to positively own his body with the hard and fast pumping of his hips.

  But he couldn't. Sam didn't think he had the ability to reach up and grab onto Collin's shoulders when his legs were on the man's shoulders, and it would end up bending him in half more so than he already was.

  So Sam reached behind him, his hands gripping the arm of the couch, the pleasure lighting a wildfire inside him as he struggled to hold on for the ride.

  And did Collin ever give a good ride.

  Sam may have babbled a couple of things. Or a lot of things. The only thing he could feel was the building pressure in his lower belly, the heat rising and the orgasm looming.

  He was so close. He was being fucked to within an inch of his life, and he was so close.

  And the heavy breathing and growling that came from Collin as he canted his hips, stretching Sam wide and touching everything that could be touched, made him hotter, made his body react even more to what he was being given.

  Sam still held on to his cock. He didn't stroke himself, even with how much he wanted to. He gripped himself by the base to keep that from happening since he didn't want to come yet. He didn't ever want to come. He wanted to be kept in a suspended state of pleasure by this man. He wanted to forever feel as though he was being taken by him and have it never stop.

  But then he was at a point where it couldn't be stopped. Not even with as much as Sam fought it. His body clenched, his balls tightened, and he had to let go. Sam stroked his cock hard and fast, encouraging the orgasm to take him, to make it better, to make it last, and when he came, it was with a hard shout.

  Sam didn't think he'd ever had an orgasm that lasted ten full seconds before. The longest orgasm of his life, and yet it was over way too soon.

  Sam slumped onto the couch, only then realizing how sweaty he was, but he wasn't cold. It was impossible to feel cold when his lover, his mate was on top of him.

  Especially when Collin was still fucking into him.

  And his eyes were a beautiful shade of gold. Sam had never seen anything so pretty before in his life.

  He reached up, touching whatever he could of the other man, his arms, his neck. Sam wanted to slide his fingers across every inch of skin and then have Collin do the same to him.

  "You got this," Sam said, wanting to say something to encourage the other man along. "I want to feel you come inside me."

  Collin's smile showed off the whites of his teeth. "You want me to mark you?"

  Sam nodded, not sure what that would exactly do. Fuck, he suddenly wished the condom wasn't between himself and the other man. It wouldn't exactly be the same when Collin did come inside him, but it would be something.

  Sam finally felt it when the other man was ready. He groaned through his own pleasure, and even the slight discomfort that came as he was still fucked after his own orgasm, but at the same time, Sam was excited.

  Almost there. He could feel it. He could see the wolf back in Collin's eyes, but this time, it didn't unnerve or scare him.

  "Come for me. Please, I need it."

  Collin clenched his eyes shut, his fingers gripping around Sam's legs tight enough that he was going to leave hand-shaped bruising there later, but Collin absolutely didn't care as he felt the tension in Collin's body and then felt his mate groan and shudder on top of him.

  Then Collin fell on top of him, as though he couldn't keep his body lifted any longer.

  Sam's legs slid down and around the other man's waist, which was good because he didn't think he could possibly bend that far in half.

  It put them chest to chest. Sam could hear the sound of Collin's heart beating, hard and heavy against his chest.

  And it felt nice. It felt…so damned intimate and good that Sam never wanted to leave this spot.

  "Did I hurt you?"

  Sam smiled at that, already feeling himself drifting. "No."

  Collin worried way too much, but Sam supposed it was better to have an alpha who worried a little too much about these things than one who didn't worry at all.

  Collin tried to pull back, but Sam held him a little tighter. "No, stay there, just a little while longer."

  Collin chuckled, his body vibrating with it. "Are you going to fall asleep on me?"

  "No," Sam said, though, in truth, he did feel like nodding off.

  He closed his eyes, and he kept them closed. He couldn't help himself.

  He felt a rumble above himself and then the heat of Collin's hand against his cock.

  Sam opened his eyes quickly then, a heavy breath escaping him. "Oh fuck…really?"

  He'd just had an orgasm! So why the hell did it feel as though Collin was touching him after weeks of going without?

  "I think your body wants a little more before you can rest." Collin leaned in, letting his mouth kiss the exact center of Sam's chest before he let himself look at the other man again.

  His eyes were back to being that intense shade of gold, and Sam swore he could see the wolf in those eyes.

  "You think you can stay up a little while longer?"

  Sam swallowed. "I think I can do that, yeah."

  "Good."

  It stunned him when, after agreeing to more sex and feeling that Collin was still hard, the other man pulled back from him.

  And then slid down Sam's body, leaned in, and took the head of Sam's cock into his mouth, teasing the head before sinking down, down, down.

  Sam sucked back a hard breath
, his body immediately awake, aware, and full of energy once more.

  He'd been crazy to think he was going to get some sleep here. He didn't want the sleep anymore. Sleep was for the weak. He wanted his mate to fuck him again. Fuck him hard and fast and never stop.

  Sam pushed his fingers through Collin's hair, and he settled himself down for the ride.

  * * * *

  Sam wasn't entirely sure what time he ended up going to sleep after last night's sex, but it was late enough that he didn't wake up until well after noon.

  He looked at the time and cursed. He'd basically slept his entire day away, and he was still on the couch with the sun streaming down on him.

  And Collin was nowhere to be found.

  But Sam was covered with a blanket. He looked at it, noting that he hadn't been covered with this when he did finally end up passing out.

  Even the energy rush that came from fucking his mate wasn't enough to keep him awake all through the night, and his body could only fight against the effects of an orgasm for so long before it just got to be too much for him to handle.

  Sam stood, wrapping the blanket around himself. His stomach rumbled, and all of a sudden, he was starving.

  Well, since it was past lunchtime, he hoped Collin wouldn’t mind if he grabbed something from his fridge.

  Actually, would he? They were mated, so that meant Sam was essentially going to live here with him for the rest of his life, right?

  It was such a strange thing to be thinking about. He was going to be living here. For the rest of his life. Assuming he and Collin never moved anywhere.

  Because he was mated to the man now.

  Didn't that mean he basically had permission to raid the man's fridge as much as he wanted?

  Sam was going to have to figure out exactly what his place was going to be in this pack. He still wanted to work. What would he do if Collin tried to stop him?

  He didn't exactly think he was in danger of that happening, but all the same, he wanted to make sure he had a firm grasp of the situation.

  Sam went to the kitchen. There was a note waiting for him on the table and, interestingly enough, a bag of takeout.

  The note was from Collin. Made sense. As Sam read it, a spike of guilt hit him.