Finding Forgiveness

Chapter Nine

Dave shivered at the needy moan Ben let loose. He needed his mate to mark him back, to claim Dave the way he’d always dreamed. “Bite me. Make me yours.” Dave carefully removed Ben’s shirt. No way was he damaging it. The man had sworn to wear it to the Pack meeting. If that didn’t say commitment Dave didn’t know what did. The mocking would be relentless, and Ben had to know that.

Belle was going to have a field day with it.

Ben growled. He buried his fangs in Dave’s naked chest, the pain of the bite rapidly fading as Ben pumped him full of the mating enzyme that would mark Dave as his forever. Dave’s dick hit Def Con One, ready to shoot off at the slightest move Ben made.

Shit. He had to get Ben naked now. Anything less was unacceptable. He cupped the back of Ben’s head. “Let go, Ben.”

Ben growled and stroked Dave’s cock through his boxers.

“Shit, Ben. You want me to come in your hand?”

He felt more than saw Ben’s nod.

“Hell, no.” He tapped Ben’s ass. “This baby is all mine.” Dave pulled Ben’s head away from his chest by the hair. That beautiful, dark silky hair he now had every right to touch. “You’re mine, Benjamin Malone.” It took all his strength to keep the sudden tears from his eyes. You’re finally mine.

Some of the feral need leached away from Ben’s face to be replaced by a tenderness so sweet Dave almost lost his battle with his tears. “Yours, baby. Forever.”

Without further prompting Ben stripped, and Dave got to look his fill without fear he’d see contempt or loathing in his mate’s eyes. Ben was seriously ripped, with six-pack abs and a chest that begged for Dave’s hands. Faint scars marred his skin here and there, scars he’d noticed but never thought twice about. Now that he knew where they’d come from he had the urge to kiss each and every one of them. He couldn’t make what had happened to Ben better, but he could show his mate that none of it mattered anymore. Dave’s eyes travelled farther south, and Ben’s cock twitched. His lips curled in a hungry grin at the sight of his mate’s desire.

“Now you.”

Dave’s brows rose at the command in Ben’s voice. He had the feeling that, no matter what he might think, they’d both wind up “catching” at some point. Ben was too dominant to be a permanent bottom, and Dave would do anything to make his mate happy.

But first things first. He was the Beta, after all, and he’d won the right to take his mate first. Dave was going to make Ben beg for him.

Dave slid his boxers down and kicked them aside. His erection bobbed as he walked backward toward the bedroom. “Tell me you packed lube.”

Ben’s brows rose. “Of course. I was coming to claim your ass. I may not have been a Boy Scout but I understand ‘Be prepared’.”

Dave grinned. “And maybe someday you will get a shot at my ass.” He almost laughed as Ben stumbled. “But today, to the victor goes the spoils.” He pointed to the bed. “Lay down and spread ’em.” He eyed the bed and sighed. “Just like a virgin sacrifice.”

Ben growled as he stomped past Dave. “Asshole.”

“Not yet. I have to prep you first, remember?” Dave batted his lashes at Ben, laughing at the man’s grumbles.

Ben climbed onto the bed and positioned himself on his back. “Let’s get it over with.” The state of Ben’s cock belied the grumpy tone of voice. It was rock-hard, standing up from the dark curls of Ben’s crotch.

“Impatient, are we?” Dave crawled up the bed until his face was level with Ben’s cock. “Where’s the lube, Ben?”

Ben reached into the side table drawer and pulled out a bottle, placing it next to him on the pillow. His breathing was quick and shallow, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides.

This wouldn’t do. Ben was so tense that no matter what Dave did he knew it would hurt. He had to get Ben to relax, and he had just the way to do it. He needed to make his mate come in the worst way, and if getting Ben off once before he took him relaxed the man, then that’s what Dave would do.

Dave leaned down and licked a long, slow line up his mate’s cock. Ben’s indrawn hiss was the only indication Dave had that he was doing something Ben liked. If anything, the man’s thighs tensed up even more.

Dave lapped at his man’s cock like his life depended on his performance. He treasured it, loved on it until his mate was writhing beneath the gentle movements of his tongue, and he still hadn’t taken Ben in his mouth yet.

He reached for the bottle of lube and slicked his fingers up, careful to keep his tongue in constant contact with Ben’s cock. He teased his mate’s hole with gentle strokes, hoping to get him used to the feel of Dave’s touch. He leaned up and over Ben’s cock and, with one last flick of his tongue, took his mate into his mouth. At the same time, he carefully pushed his finger inside Ben.

“Oh shit.” Ben was groaning. “Ow. Shit. So good.”

Dave tried not to smile as his mouth moved up and down his mate’s cock, his finger sliding in and out of Ben’s hole. He searched for and found the rough spot inside his mate that had the man practically levitating off the bed.

“Oh God, Dave. Suck me, baby, please.” Ben’s hands finally let go of the sheets to bury themselves in Dave’s hair, holding on as Dave sucked on him. His knees drew up, then straightened, his hips twisting either to get away from or get more of Dave’s mouth and finger. Dave couldn’t tell which, but from the way Ben was digging his fingers into Dave’s hair he’d bet it was the latter.

Dave pulled his finger from Ben’s ass and slicked up some more. He was going to add two fingers, stretch his mate out a little more. This first time he took Ben with his cock it would be uncomfortable, he knew that, but he’d do everything in his power to make Ben crave this. And this was the first step in making it merely uncomfortable rather than painful.

He concentrated his efforts on the head of Ben’s cock as he inserted both fingers into Ben. The hitch in Ben’s breathing and the tensing of his thighs let him know it burned, but Ben didn’t say a word. He just thrust his cock into Dave’s mouth. “Suck it. Make me come, Dave.”

Dave was happy to oblige. He stroked Ben’s prostate and sucked his mate’s cock, willing the man to come.

“Close. Please.”

Dave doubled his efforts, determined that Ben would get pleasure, even if taking him caused him some pain. Ben groaned, his hands tightened, and he was coming in Dave’s mouth in wave after wave of salty, bitter goodness.

By the time he was done Dave had slicked up a third finger and was carefully working it into his relaxed mate. “That sounded good.”

Ben’s grin was goofy. His eyes were closed, his expression one of relaxed bliss. “Oooh, yeeah.”

Dave laughed. “I’ll have to see if I can do that again.” It didn’t matter that Dave’s cock was so hard it hurt; watching his mate melt for him was worth the pain. It eased the raging need inside him to see his mate come, pleasured into a stupor.

Ben nodded so hard Dave thought his head might fall off his shoulders. “Yes, please, thank you.”

Dave laughed again and twisted his fingers. “I’m going to fuck you soon.”

One of Ben’s eyes opened. He swiped feebly at Dave. “You can try.”

He sounded way too relaxed to stop Dave. Dave stuck his tongue out and tickled the head of his mate’s now flaccid cock. “There is no try. Only do.”

Ben snorted. “Thank you, Yoda, for that insight.”

“I try.” Dave bent his fingers until they gently rasped over Ben’s prostate again.

Ben twitched. He drew in a deep breath. “Do that again.”

Dave knew his grin was evil, but he really didn’t give a shit. “My pleasure.”

Dave might say it was his pleasure but Ben knew the truth. Dave was holding back, doing everything he could to make sure Ben enjoyed their first time together.

He wouldn’t lie to his mate. The first finger had felt weird, almost uncomfortable. The second had stung, made him tense up until Dave took him into his mouth and began sucking his brains out through his cock. By the time the third finger had been introduced into his virgin ass he was so relaxed he barely felt the sting.

But he was feeling now. Oh boy, was he feeling now. Those wicked fingers were stroking something inside him that made his drained cock want to sit up and sing the Hallelujah Chorus again. Add in the primal urge to make his mate come, the need to see Dave’s face in ecstasy, and he was more than ready to take this to the next level.

Ben watched as Dave took him once more in his mouth, sucking on Ben’s cock like it was a fucking straw in an extra-thick milkshake. The man was determined to make Ben come again. Ben wasn’t complaining. Dave could suck his cock as much as he wanted.

But he never, ever wanted to know how his mate had learned to do this. He might lose his damn mind and go postal on some unsuspecting twink’s ass if he did.

His cock grew under the skilled lips and tongue of his mate until he was as hard as he’d been before. Dave’s stroking fingers had picked up momentum, fucking into him even as he fucked Dave’s willing mouth. Any discomfort was gone now, lost in a sea of pleasure, his eyes closed as he did nothing but feel.

But then the pleasure abruptly ceased. Ben frowned, wondering what had happened. But all confusion left him as he heard soft, squishing sounds.

Dave was greasing his cock, preparing to take Ben.

“Let me in, Ben.” Ben opened his eyes to find Dave hovering over him, both hands braced on the bed, his mouth inches from Ben’s. “Let me fuck you.”

Dave’s hips pushed forward, his cock nudging Ben’s twitching hole.

Ben thought of all the years missed, all the agony he’d forced his mate to suffer, and decided he wouldn’t even try to fight it anymore. Dave had earned this, and not through fucking Rock Paper Scissors either. He smiled and relaxed as much as he could, dragging his mate’s mouth down to his. He needed to taste his man, take those luscious lips, conquer one part of him just as Dave conquered part of Ben. He thrust his tongue deep into Dave’s mouth in a savage kiss as Dave slowly stroked into him, gentle to the core even as Ben ravaged him.

Dave ripped his mouth from Ben’s, panting heavily. “Enough. I’m in, Ben.” His wolf’s eyes glowed down at Ben with a brutal hunger and desperate need. “I’m inside you.”

He could feel him, hot and pulsing deep inside. “I know.” He shifted slightly, the uncomfortable stretch of his mate in his ass making him wince. “Are we sure about this? I mean, I was cool with the whole blow job thing.”

Dave grinned. “Wait and see, cherry boy.” He leaned down and took a quick sip from Ben’s willing mouth. “It gets a hell of a lot better from here.”

“Says the man on top.”

Dave’s brows rose arrogantly. His hips shifted, his cock dragging almost all the way out. Ben waited for the sensation to get better.

Dave’s hands slid down, gripped his ass and shifted him ever so slightly. He stroked back in, and Mary Malone’s baby boy saw God.

“Holy shit!” Ben’s hands rose and clutched Dave’s shoulders. Whatever Dave had done, however he’d moved, had Ben’s whole body lit with pleasure.

“There, huh?” Dave pulled out again, brushing over that spot in Ben’s ass again.

Ben groaned. “More. Give me more.”

Dave placed his lips against Ben’s. “My pleasure.”

And that big bastard began to move, fucking Ben through the mattress, making Ben see stars that had never belonged in the night sky. And all the while he kept their lips touching, barely kissing, each of them breathing in the other until Ben couldn’t tell where one began and the other ended.

“Gonna.” Dave’s pants were harsh, strained. He was holding back, waiting for Ben.

He wouldn’t have to wait long. Ben was close, really close. “Together.”

Dave damn near sobbed. “Shit. Now?”

Ben reached down and stroked his cock in time to his lover’s thrusts. His spine tingled, his hips arching to meet Dave’s thrusts. He felt the beginning of his orgasm flow through him and barely managed to moan, “Now!”

Coming with Dave’s mouth on him had been incredible. Coming with Dave’s cock in his ass could be listed as a religious experience. He could hear his mate’s agonized grunts, knew Dave was filling his ass. Ben was coming and coming, his ass clenching down on Dave’s cock and making his orgasm even stronger as Dave rubbed his newly discovered happy spot. He bit down on the mating mark on Dave’s chest, making Dave howl as his orgasm went on and on until Ben thought he’d pass out from the pleasure.

Dave collapsed over him, his cock still twitching in Ben’s ass. “Jesus fuck.”

Ben laughed breathlessly. He was sweaty, covered in come and happier than he’d ever been in his life. He hugged his mate close and breathed in their mingled scents. “Amen.”

Dave snuggled his mate close, damn near bursting with happiness. Ben was his, all his. No one, not Steve, not Rick, not even the Leo himself could tear them apart now.

“So. You’ve done this before.”

Ben, on the other hand, was an entirely different matter. “Wanna do Disney Quest?” And he gave Ben his best innocent grin.

And it worked about as well as it did on Dave’s mother. Ben’s eyes narrowed. His mouth opened, and Dave just knew he was about to ask a question the answer to which might get Dave dead just a few minutes after consummating their mating. “Well?”

“I refuse to answer on the grounds that I might be incinerated.” He pulled the sheet over his head to hide his face from Ben, but all it did was make their combined scent stronger. There was no air movement below the blanket, and their scent was strong.

“Shit.” Ben thumped him on the head with a pillow. “I don’t want to know any details. Just tell me you never had feelings for anyone else, okay?”

He pulled the blanket back down and stared Ben right in the eyes so his mate would know he was serious. “I never loved anyone but you. You know that.”

“But you fucked other men.”

Dave sighed. “I was a teenager. Chock full of hormones. And my mate hated the very sight of me.” He shrugged. “If it helps, it’s been a few years.” He grinned up at Ben. “What about you?”

Ben’s jaw clenched before he grunted in disgust. “I refuse to answer on the grounds that I might be incinerated.” He flopped down on the bed, his face buried in the pillow. “Damn it.”

Dave would have been pissed if he’d remained celibate, but after hooking up with other men in an effort to forget Ben, he understood why Ben had gone hunting. “It didn’t work for you either, did it?” He knew from experience how tainted he’d felt afterward. Hell, if at any time he was in danger of becoming an alcoholic it would have been during those years when he’d needed Ben but had taken others. After a while his wolf refused to allow him to touch anyone at all. The despair had been nearly overwhelming.

Ben turned his head until they were nose to nose, the expression on his face full of distant unhappiness. “No. It didn’t.” His hand cupped Dave’s cheek. “You’re my only love.” His eyes narrowed. “And I’d better be your only, Mr. Gay Pride Week.”

Dave blinked. “Blizzard Beach sounds good.”

“Dave.”

The warning in his mate’s voice had him sliding off the edge of the bed. “Or we could hit Typhoon Lagoon. You know. Whichever you prefer.”

Ben sat up and winced. “Ow!”

Dave was back at his side in an instant. “What?”

Before he knew it he was on his back, Ben straddling him with a triumphant look. “Gotcha.”

Dave tugged Ben down into a crushing embrace, for once positive Ben wasn’t going to turn him away. “Yeah. You do.”