The Pet Of The Mountain Wolf Pack

Chapter 3

“Not yet, baby. You’ll come soon enough.”

He continued his thrusts until he made the Selinae little noises Eren had been making all along. With a cry, he surged against Eren, and Eren felt something else pressing against his hole. Though already stretched to the max, Martin’s fingers pressed, forcing something more still inside him. What felt like a small baseball had to be that ring at the base of his c**k. Eren cried out, and Martin immediately stopped, kissing him tenderly on the back of the neck.

“Be still for me, Pet. This will hurt, but you’ll be okay. You can stretch to take it. Just relax and push out against me.”

He pushed the baseball sized knot against the base of his p***s tight again. Forcing in an oiled finger, he stretched and working Eren’s tight asshole up, around, and over the knot. Eren whimpered, moaned, and only then tried desperately to force his body to pull away. He couldn’t move an inch. Martin held onto him effortlessly with his weight, not allowing him to move away while he used both hands to drive the knot in.

“Please, please…it hurts…I can’t…” his voice said while his stupid body pushed back, trying to take the knot in.

“Relax, Pet. Almost in. Good boy.”

Suddenly, the large knot of flesh slipped inside with a distinct plop, moving past the tight ring of muscles at his entrance and left Eren sucking air and trembling. His hole was so stretched it had to be tearing, and he was impaled and helpless even if he could have made his body obey his commands.

Fully inside Eren, Martin moaned, laid full length over him, and without pulling in and out, rotated his hips, moving inside him. The huge, baseball-sized knot pressed directly against Eren’s prostate. When Martin moved his hips the slightest bit, or even when he breathed, his c**k manipulated Eren’s prostate, building up an orgasm Eren was helpless to control. A wave of pleasure, mixed with the passion the bite brought on, engulfed Eren. Martin’s climax built as well. Pushing up on his arms, his renewed his thrusts, surging even harder, the ring making Eren’s sweet spot sing. Almost immediately Eren came, in a rolling wave of delight that went on and on. And on. And on.

He’d never experienced such an orgasm before. No one touched his c**k, but it didn’t make the slightest bit of difference. His could feel his c*m shooting out in spurts on his belly, soaking the sheets under him with each shuddering, stiffening wave of ecstasy. Martin’s d**k still firmly lodged in his ass, Eren continued climaxing, his body pumping in wild spasms. He screamed, and Martin put one hand over his mouth, while the other rubbed his back.

Eren’s orgasm lasted a certainly record-breaking and scary length of time. Just when he thought he might be having a seizure of some sort, it began to ease off, totally exhausting him while Martin’s c**k was still hard as marble inside him. Shouldn’t he be softening by now? Incredibly, almost as soon as the shocking orgasm finished, he felt another one coming on, one more intense than the last.

He panicked, awash in pleasurable but strong, intense spasms. Martin grabbed his flailing arms and held them behind him tightly, murmuring soothing words to him. Eren couldn’t stop; the wild thrashing of his hips wouldn’t stop, and Eren was sure this would kill him. He could no longer feel his c*m spurting, probably because there was nothing left in his balls to spurt. He thrashed his head on the pillow and screamed until everything went black.

He woke up amazed to find he was still alive and Martin’s c**k, still in place, was as hard as ever. He was still impaled on a shaft of rock with the bulge of that ring pressing relentlessly against his prostate.

Martin bent down over his back and whispered in his ear. “You’re awake, darling. Good. The orgasms are easing off some now. That last one only lasted two minutes. Just ride them out, honey. Ah, here comes another one.”

Sure enough, Eren’s hips bucked, and he spasmed into another one. Gritting his teeth, he held on tight, and in only about thirty or forty seconds, it began to ease off. Martin, however, was still rigid inside him, his knot and shaft.

“What…what’s happening?” His words came out in a wheeze.

“Maybe only one or two more, baby. We won’t be tied together much longer. Hang on.” Martin soothed him sweetly, rubbing his body wherever he could reach.

Another one came and almost took his head off. What it lacked in length, it made up for in intensity. Eren begged for it to stop, screaming and pounding his head into the pillow. Martin tightened his hold on him, crooning to him lovingly. When it eased, Eren looked around at Martin in wonder, trying to catch his breath.

Martin kissed his nape gently. “You did very well, sweetheart. Try to catch your breath. You’re mine now. All mine forever. We’ve mated, and you’ll never belong to anyone else again. You have to accept that. I know it will be difficult because I haven’t had time to prepare you, but you have no choice, darling, because you belong to me now. Do you understand?”

Hell no, Eren didn’t understand. What the hell was he talking about? Nothing had made any sense to him since he woke up in this strange place, and the only thing he could hold onto to keep his sanity seemed to be this man. He found himself agreeing as he turned his head to gaze deeply into Martin’s eyes. He could deny him nothing. Nodding his head like the little slut he’d apparently become, he sighed like a lovesick calf.

He was rewarded by another soft kiss and a sweep of Martin’s tongue over his neck. Eren shuddered and was afraid he was about to come again. Martin pulled his head away. He pushed his hand under Eren’s belly and wrapped his forefinger and thumb in a tight circle around the base of Eren’s c**k, squeezing until Eren settled down. “Not again, sweetheart. It’s too much. I’ll let you come again soon, I promise.”

He’d “let” him come? Since when did Eren need someone’s permission to come? Damn, his head nodded like a stupid puppet again, and Martin patted his shoulder. “Good boy.”

There it was again—“Good boy,” like he was some kind of dog. Maybe he was dreaming— could he be dreaming? Part of him, his treasonous body, didn’t really want this to be a dream. Martin was the only thing that seemed real, and the pleasure he gave him, was the only thing he could cling to in this chaos.

Martin’s c**k softened. He pulled his hips back slowly. The knot on his c**k gave a little pop and a great deal of pain as it came out of Eren’s formerly tight little ass. Eren, exhausted, destroyed, annihilated, couldn’t move his head off the pillow.

Martin leaned over him, rolling him to his back, and Eren’s eyes opened despite himself. Martin smelled so good. Eren wanted to crawl up in his lap and sleep. He wanted to go to sleep with Martin’s d**k in his mouth and suck on it like a pacifier. Not knowing where in the world that thought came from since he’d never sucked a man’s c**k before in his life, he realized his mind still had no control over his body.

Martin bit his wrist and bright red blood flowed out onto Eren’s chest. Martin pushed his wrist up to Eren’s lips. “Feed from me, little one.”

Eren did try to turn his head, but Martin wouldn’t allow it. He took Eren’s head in one hand and pushed his wrist up to his lips. “Suck me, Pet.”

Body winning yet again over mind, Eren sucked. The taste was not as bad as reason told him it would be. In fact, the blood was sweet and nourishing. He couldn’t quite place the taste, but somebody really should figure this out and market it, because it was some great stuff. He sucked greedily, really getting into it. Martin allowed it, holding his wrist to his mouth for several minutes before he pulled away and gazed down into Eren’s sated, exhausted eyes.

“Enough for now. How do you feel, pet?”

“I…I…better, I think. Yes, definitely better. My head doesn’t hurt so much. I’m not so dizzy now, but I'm really tired. Don't want to move.”

Martin touched his throat. “Good. That's because you just fed. My blood will keep you feeling calmer. The wound from the box cutter that bastard used on you has healed up nicely. You don’t even have a scar.”

Eren shook his head in wonder. “But how…how?”

“Rory’s bite changed you into werekin. It made you resistant to human ailments and conferred a supernatural rapid healing on your wound. You’re not immortal, though we do live very long lives. You are stronger now, less likely to succumb to diseases, as long as you’re fed and cared for by your mate, by me.”

Martin wrapped the blanket around him. Eren wanted to try to get cleaned up, but he didn’t want to argue with Martin. Anything Martin wanted was all right with him. He just wished he could have a chance to suck Martin’s c**k. He so wanted to hold it in his mouth all night long. Good God, what was wrong with him?

Martin picked him up like a child again and carried him back to the table in the other room. He put his butt down on the table top, but still held him to his chest. Eren whimpered and wrapped his arms around Martin’s waist. He could hear the other men coming back to stand by the table. He hid his face against Martin as they discussed him.

“Well?”

“It’s okay. He’s mine. We’ve mated. We were tied together for over an hour by the knot, and he had multiple orgasms. More than I’ve ever seen. I never saw any pet in heat so strong. Maybe it’s because he’s a male b***h. I don’t know. I’ve never been with a male pet before.”

Martin’s calling me a male b***h? I don’t think I like that too much.

Martin’s voice came again. “He’s my mate now, and no one touches him. He’s fed deeply from me, and I’ll feed and f**k him again in a little while once he regains some strength. In the meantime…” Martin looped something around Eren’s neck, running a finger under it to make sure it wasn’t too tight before he fastened it together. “He’s wearing my collar now, and in the morning I’ll have him tattooed. If all goes well, we’ll have the Alpha mating ceremony tomorrow night.”

Martin leaned down to brush his lips. The words he’d spoken sailed over Eren’s head and made little sense he was so tired, so exhausted. He closed his eyes and snuggled closer to Martin’s chest, embarrassingly aware of little sucking sounds he made with his mouth. Martin’s thumb slipped inside his lips, and Eren sucked it in greedily, using it as a pacifier. He was too tired to even be embarrassed any longer. Not as good as his c**k, but any part of Martin would do in a pinch. He put both hands around Martin’s fist, so he wouldn’t remove it and drifted gently off to sleep.

* * * * When Eren woke up he was lying in another bed, wrapped up tightly in Martin’s strong arms. His ass ached horribly, but mostly he was quite comfortable. He’d never before had a feeling of such security and safety. Confused memories assailed his tired brain, but he pushed them away to think about later. Resting securely in Martin’s arms was enough for the present, a thought he couldn’t push away, the strangeness of it making him a little uneasy. He squirmed restlessly. Martin came instantly awake and alert next to him.

“What is it, little one? Do you need me to f**k you again?” “No!” Eren cried in alarm, fighting what his body still wanted and his mind. “Uh, no, I think I’m fine.”

“Shhh, baby, your body knows what you need more than you do right now. Let me get the oil.”

He rolled over and reached into the drawer. Eren tensed up helplessly, hating his weakness. He didn’t know if he had the strength for any more, even though his body squirmed to get closer.

“Don't worry, darling, it won’t be like before. The tying up will only be for special occasions from now on. It’s the knot or the gland that causes you to become multi-orgasmic. This time should be more about pleasure for you.”

“Okay,” Eren said meekly. “It’s just…you know…I’m not gay. I’ve never been like this with another man—ever.”

“I know. Werewolves don’t have any particular preference. Sometimes we mate with men, sometimes women. It’s never anything we know for sure until we find our blood match.”

“What? I don’t understand. Did you say werewolves?”

“Yes, sweetheart. There’s a lot you probably don’t understand. You’ve been operating off pure instinct for the past few hours, but I can’t explain it now. Your mind isn’t clear enough while you’re still in heat. Once you come out of it, I can explain everything to you. For now, just relax and let me love you. It’ll help to clear your mind.”

He rolled Eren over on his side and gently fit himself inside as Eren’s ass snuggled up to Martin’s crotch with a mind of its own. With Eren stretched out from their previous encounter, his c**k slid in easily. Martin moved slowly and rhythmically, in and out, in and out until Eren felt almost hypnotized from the motion. Martin was right; it felt so good this time. Eren’s prostate was being gently stroked, and he thought he would soon lose his mind with the pleasure.

Martin whispered foolish sweet words in his ear, calling him his baby and his sweetheart, and Eren grew more and more excited. He shuddered, and Martin gripped his hands in his so he could hold on. The orgasm, mind-blowing and very hard, was more like a normal orgasm, and Martin followed him in a few moments. He lay joined with Eren, softening, but not moving, and that was just fine with Eren. He wanted to stay joined forever. After maybe twenty minutes, Martin bit his wrist, rolled Eren onto his back and offered him his bloody wrist to suck again.

Dutifully, Eren sucked hard, once again loving the taste of his blood and trying to lap up every drop, until Martin pulled away. “Enough, darling. Go back to sleep now and when you wake up in the morning, you should feel almost back to normal, as normal a human as you’ll be from now on.”

Trying to ignore the last part of that statement for the sake of his sanity, Eren tried to sleep. Martin said he’d be back to normal, Eren thought sleepily. Except for the fact his asshole was stretched to three times its normal size, and he was thoroughly, irrevocably, totally in love with a gorgeous, muscular man twice his size. A man who had a strange baseball-sized gland at the base of his p***s, yet seemed to think it was perfectly normal. A man who called himself a werewolf and called Eren his mate and his pet. Eren was afraid to think about all the strange remarks Martin made to him about male bitches and being in heat, like some kind of dog or something. He remembered the way he licked Martin and sniffed his hand. Oh, God! Had they done something to him to make him something not human? Was he an animal now? Was he a werewolf? Martin had called him werekin before. What the hell was that?

He looked down at himself and saw nothing unusual. He shivered uncontrollably, his mind shying violently away from the thought of being changed into some kind of dog or wolf creature.

Martin gathered him into his arms again. “Is there anything I can do for you, baby? To make you more comfortable? “

Eren bit his bottom lip and cast his eyes down in embarrassment. He touched Martin’s p***s, and Martin laughed. “Oh no, you can’t suck that, sweetheart, or I’ll never get to sleep either. You’ll have to be content with sucking my thumb again, I’m afraid. Here, sweet baby.” He rubbed his thumb against Eren’s lips. Eren opened his mouth and accepted it with a sigh. He closed his eyes and let the sucking soothe him. He wouldn’t think about anything else but Martin tonight. Maybe tomorrow he’d try to figure things out.

Eren awoke the next morning, alone in a strange bedroom. He sat up and looked around with interest, trying to figure out exactly what had happened to him. Was this some kind of hospital? If so, it was the most luxurious hospital room he’d ever been in. The walls were draped with some silky fabric, and the bed was massive and soft.

He stretched and yawned, feeling sore and achy all over, certain he’d been having what had quite possibly been the most ridiculous dream of his life. Weird. Maybe he’d been in some kind of accident and hit his head. Yeah, that must be it.

He had to take a shower, and that was absolutely non-negotiable. A great deal of sticky stuff crusted his stark naked body. Suspiciously, his mind went back to his crazy dream, but he pushed the thought away. He’d experienced wet dreams before, but he hadn’t had one in years. Certainly nothing compared to what he remembered or to equal the quantity of crust on his chest and abdomen. Getting out of bed to cross to an adjoining bathroom, he thought by the way his ass ached and burned he must have sprung a good case of hemorrhoids. What the hell had happened to him?

He adjusted the water on the shower and got in, enjoying the steamy feel of the spray hitting his shoulders. As he soaped his face and neck he came across a thin, soft leather strap of some kind around his neck. What the hell? He started to take it off and then decided maybe it was some kind of new identifying thing the hospital was using. Weird. He’d ask the nurse about it when she came in. He soaped himself up, shampooed his hair and began to feel human again. He paused, stricken with the notion. Why did he think that? He shook his head, not willing to even consider the possibility his “dream” had been reality.

After brushing his teeth with a new toothbrush and toothpaste he found on the counter, he wrapped a towel around his hips and drifted out to the bedroom, trying to decide what to do next. Maybe he should try to find some nurse or something and let them know he was awake.

The door opened and the young man from the restaurant, his stalker, walked in wearing jeans and a T-shirt. He regarded Eren curiously, especially when Eren’s mouth fell open in surprise.

“You! What are you doing here? I don’t understand. Do you work here?”

“Work here?”

“Yeah. This is some kind of hospital or clinic, right? Where am I exactly? Is this Grady?”

Eren asked, naming a huge emergency trauma center in Atlanta. Before the boy could do much more than gape at him, a tall, gorgeous man appeared in the doorway behind him. Martin! The name screamed into Eren’s brain even as he experienced an almost overpowering need to run to him.

“Hi, sweetheart. I thought I could get back before you woke up. I moved you to my room last night while you slept. You weren’t frightened without me, were you?”

So it hadn’t been a dream after all. Even as his heart leaped at the sight of him, a part of him, the still very human, still very straight part of him, shrank away from him in fear. “But, but I thought you were just a dream. I…I don’t understand. God, I think I must be going crazy.”