Cooper’s fangs burst through his gums, his vision flared and his wolf took over. His breath came in short snarls as he rutted forward, Nate writhing and moaning and clenching around his length, and he managed a bare handful of thrusts before his balls drew up tight and he knew he had no hope of making this last.
He grasped Nate around the waist and dragged him back onto his cock while Nate wrapped a hand around his own erection and stripped it furiously, chanting,“Fuck, fuck, fuck,”under his breath as he arched his back and tilted his hips up.
Cooper sank deeper into that glorious, welcoming heat. The tension in his spine crackled, his heart raced and every nerve in his body sang, seeking release. He growled, low and urgent, and snapped his hips in a series of fast, savage strokes that made Nate cry out with a desperation that Cooper shared.
Nate tensed around him, and seconds later he came all over his stomach and hand in a flood, his arse clutching at Cooper’s length. That, combined with the way he went limp in Cooper’s hold while still impaled on his cock, was enough to have Cooper burying himself deep one last time before heat raced through his veins. His cock throbbed and pulsed, and he came with a grunt as pleasure overwhelmed him. Nate’s hole spasmed around him, milking him of his release, and Cooper rocked his hips forward, making it last as long as he could.
When it was over, Cooper stood there panting, happy to be planted deep inside Nate, staking his claim. He would have stayed there, except his legs didn’t seem to want to hold him up.
He eased his softening cock out of Nate’s arse, a wave of possessiveness washing over him at the sight of his cum dripping down Nate’s thighs, leaving glistening streaks that marked his claim.
“Fucking hell, Coop,” Nate rasped, “I don’t think I have a bone left in my body.” He let out a contented sigh, his heels sliding off the bed and leaving him spread wide, covered in jizz and a light sheen of sweat. He was filthy and irresistible, and Cooper’s wolf, which had retreated, rumbled in contentment at the sight of his sated mate.
Wait.
What?
Cooper staggered back a step before managing to catch himself and sit on the side of the bed, his mind racing.
Mate?
Werewolf mates were a thing, but it was about a fifty-fifty split as to who had one, and Cooper had never suspected he’d find his. And hedefinitelyhadn’t expected it to be the man he’d hired for a week of summer sex, on the understanding that when this was over, he’d pay him and they’d part ways.
Well,fuck.This was going to be fun to explain.
“Coop? You okay?” Nate rolled over and shuffled up the bed, propping himself up on one elbow, his brow creased. “Is it—was the no condom thing too weird?”
Cooper swallowed around the lump in his throat. “No.”
“Then what is it? Because I gotta say, all my childhood Sunday school guilt is coming into play here and I feel like I fucked up somehow, so if you could tell me that’s not the case, that’d be great.”
Cooper closed his eyes and took a deep, calming breath, all the while wondering what the fuck to say.
Guess who has two thumbs and a true mate?
How do you feel about relocating to Sydney?
So, funny story. You know you asked about my job? I’m the CEO of SCP. Also, you’re my mate. Crazy, right?
“Coop? The guilt is intensifying.”
When Cooper opened his eyes, Nate was sitting cross-legged on the bed and biting his bottom lip. His fingers were tapping out a staccato pattern against his thigh and he looked about four seconds from losing his shit.
No.
Cooper couldn’t drop this on him, not after knowing him for just a day.
He had the rest of the week. He’d figure out some way to break it to Nate, and it would be fine.
Probably.
He reached out and pressed a palm on top of Nate’s hand, stilling his movements. “You were perfect, baby,” he said, and that, at least, wasn’t a lie. “I was just lightheaded there for a minute.” He gave a smile that he hoped looked genuine. “I think you broke me, and now I need to pass out.”
Nate chewed on a fingernail. “Honestly? I think I brokemeas well, because fuck, that was intense, and passing out sounds amazing. Is it a werewolf thing, or because we went bareback?”
Cooper swallowed. “Yeah. A werewolf thing. We go wild for skin on skin.”
It wasn’t quite a lie.
