One of Tarr’s hands slid down Larsson’s stomach to unfasten his pants so he could slide his hand in. He dragged his fingersslowly up and down Larsson’s aching shaft. “Does this pleasure you, darling?”
“W-What?” Larsson said, unable to even think when his mate was stroking him. “Yes, yes, it ppleasures me. ”
“Would you like me to suck it for you, baby? Suck your beautiful cock? Ask me, nobyo. Ask me to suck it for you. ”
Larsson’s cock grew even harder at his words. Tarr stared down at him, holding his gaze and refusing to let it go. “Ask me, nobyo. ”
Larsson looked at his beautiful mouth, imagining those lips wrapped around his shaft. He shivered. “W-Will you…will you…oh hells…”
Tarr rubbed his thumb over the slit, sinking his fingernail in ever so slightly, and Larsson almost came off the bed. Chuckling softly, Tarr held him down with one hand on his abs.
“Okay, okay! Will you suck my cock, damn it?”
“Yes, Larsson, I will. Just as soon as you agree to be my nobyo, my own sweet little warrior. Admit that you love me—only me, and that I’m your master. ”
“Fuck you!” Larsson yelled angrily. Damn the man! Larsson’s face burned and he tried to pull away, heaving his body up, but Tarr simply slid back over to lie on top of him, holding him down.
Larsson struggled, even with Tarr pushing his wrists up by his head again as he nuzzled and nipped at his throat and his ears. Larsson tried to head butt him, but Tarr buried his face in Larsson’s neck and held on to ride him until Larsson sagged with exhaustion. As he lay there, his chest heaving up a
nd down as he struggled for breath, he realized his damn cock was still hard. His struggles had only succeeded in dragging his pants down even further, a fact Tarr was taking advantage of by humping him shamelessly.
Seeing that Larsson was somewhat subdued, he took one hand to shove his own pants down so he could slide his cock against Larsson’s. The velvety skin against his own made Larsson gasp even more for breath. He realized that Tarr was murmuring softly to him, calling him silly names as he kissed and nuzzled and stroked him, as if he were some pet. The worst thing was, Larsson was actually responding to it, or rather his wolf was responding, curling up with contentment inside him, happy to be so close to its mate.
Larsson breathed out a tired sigh and Tarr kissed his sweet lips, gently, taking great care with him and saying his name over and over. He wrapped his hand around both their cocks, slowly moving his hand up and down their lengths. It felt incredible to him, and Larsson seemed to be giving into it too. Tarr stroked them together for a long time, not trying to climax, just keeping Larsson—and himself—on the edge.
Larsson’s body felt so good in his arms, and he knew that this was his true mate, his own sweet nobyo—now he just had to convince Larsson of the fact. Hecould feel Larsson’s body relaxing under him, releasing that rigid control of his and finally allowing his body to rest against him.
Larsson was so defiant, so resistant to mating with him. Tarr knew he had his work cut out for him if he planned to seduce this Lycan. He was also very aware that Larsson was more than a little attracted to him. From time to time, that control of his would slip, waver just a little, and he succumbed to his feelings. He was doing that now, and Tarr reveled in it.
Larsson was a true alpha, and Tarr knew he’d never make him a good nobyo if what he wanted was a submissive little lover. On the other hand, it would always be exciting with Larsson, a constant challenge to tame him or to at least quiet him and love him enough to make him decide to submit. It would always beLarsson’s decision, Tarr knew that about him already. He also knew that from time to time, Larsson would win this game they played between them, and he would have to allow him to be the dominant partner.
It was a sexy game, and one Larsson played well. It was a relationship that would never be dull, that’s for sure. If Tarr could gain his trust, get Larsson to realize how much he was attracted to him, they just might have a chance—a slim one, but still a chance. And if he could gain his trust, he might even be able to gain his affection. He realized he wanted that now more than anything. Not just his grudging admission that he was attracted to him against his will, but his affection, even someday his love.
Larsson moved beneath him and whimpered, the little sound going directly to Ta rr’s cock. His hand moved faster, coaxing a deeper response. He wanted Larsson to make that sound again. “Kiss me,” Tar whispered against his lips and Larsson turned his mouth toward him, blindly searching for his kiss.
He gave it to him, licking at the corners of his lips before thrusting his tongue inside his mouth and tasting him. He moved his hand up to the sensitive head and swept his thumb around them both in a circular pattern, smearing their pre-cum together. “Come on,” he urged again. “Give it to me. Come in my hand, baby. ”
Larsson’s breath came faster he arched up into him, thrusting his chest against Tarr’s. Tarr moved to bite his ear just as he dipped his thumb into his slit again and a deep, guttural moan came from his nobyo’s throat. He strained against him as his orgasm swept over him and Tarr joined him, milking them both through it.
When his touch became almost painful, he fell back beside Larsson, his hand sticky with their cum. Too spent to move, he lay there for a few moments, the smell of their seed heavy in the air around them. Easing off the bed, he stumbled to the bathroom to clean up. Leaning against the sink, Tarr stared at himself in the mirror. He didn’t look any different, yet the world had subtly shifted for him. Larsson belonged to him now, whether he wanted to admit it or not, and he would take him home to Tygeria with him and never let him go. Their life together would be volatile, but Tarr expected to enjoy every moment of it. Heheard Larsson’s soft snores coming from the other room and felt an almost overwhelming rush of tenderness.
It was too soon to love him, surely, but whatever this was, it was powerful. He wanted the time and space to explore this thing, and one way or the other, he would get it. He wet a cloth with warm water to take it back to the bed to clean his nobyo, although he rather liked the idea of making him wear the scent of his cum to let everyone know exactly who owned him.
When Larsson awoke, Tarr was gone, and a quick glance at the door showed he’d locked him in again. Asshole. Larsson’s pants were still shoved down around his hips and he still felt sticky and messy, even though he vaguely remembered Tarr dabbing at him with a cloth. He was giving some thought to climbing into the shower in Tarr’s bathroom when a large boom shook the entire ship and he was thrown violently off the bed and onto the deck.
Shocked, he jumped to his feet, pulled wildly at his pants and ran to the door. It was locked, of course, so he pressed his ear to it in hopes of hearing what was going on. He heard muffled shouts and running, but then an ominous silence before another loud explosion rocked the ship. Larsson was knocked down on his ass again and could feel a strange, violent vibration through the deck. What the hells had happened? It felt like the ship was breaking apart. Alarms started up right away and the lights in his room began to flash rhythmically. Leaping to his feet, Larsson rushed to the door and saw with horror that black smoke was seeping under it and swirling around his feet. He banged on the door, calling loudly for help.
Suddenly, the door flew open, knocking him backward, and Tarr was there reaching for him through thick swirls of choking black smoke. “Come on, baby, let’s get you out of here. ”
His thick, curly hair was standing on end, like he’d been running his hands through it or trying to pull it out. His eyes were almost glowing with excitement, rather than alarm, and Larsson had never been so glad to see anyone in his life. Tarr wrapped his arms around Larsson and hugged him close, and Larsson let him do it. His arms felt warm and comforting, but now that the door was open, Larsson could hear the alarms shrieking even louder.
Tarr pulled Larsson out into the corridor. The smoke was so black and thick here that Larssoncouldn’t see a foot in front of him, so he let Tarr pull him along by an arm around his waist. Presumably he knew the ship a lot better than Larsson did, so he was glad to let him take the lead.
Larsson must not have been going fast enough to suit him, because Tarr suddenly turned and picked him up bodily around the waist. Larsson flailed his arms and legs, but Tarr ignored his struggles and took off down the corridor. He set him down after a minute and began pulling at a door that was supposed to slide open. Larsson put his shoulder to it, too, and together they managed to prise it open enough for both of them to slip inside. It was the launch deck and Tarr ran toward a small shuttle, climbing up on a wing and shoving back the hatch. He held out a hand to Larsson, who grabbed it and hauled himself up to clamber inside the tiny ship, just as the door they’d had so much trouble opening suddenly blew inward from a loud blast and fiery explosion.
Tarr jumped in beside him, ducking shrapnel and still coughing from the pall of smoke that hung over the deck. He lowered the hatch manually and took a seat at the controls. Larsson slid into the jump seat behind him. He barely had time to fasten himself in before Tarr took off from the deck, soaring through the opening and out into open space. Larsson twisted around to look behind them and saw the ship breaking apart.
“Y-your men…”