The Alpha's Fight

Chapter 20 - If You Mention Yeehaws Again

Be better than revenge.

Taylor held so much faith in me, faith I had never had in myself. It was easier said than done. There still remained so much anger inside me. Anger that I always had to hide. Anger that I looked so much like my father, the man I hated most. Anger that I still feared him at times and that I couldn't break out of my conditioned response. And anger at the pressure I felt under every single day with everyone looking to me for leadership, to be the answer and solution to save the pack. I didn’t know what to do with this anger, how to vent it other than to turn it on the culprits that caused it.

But around Taylor, there was none of that. There was no weight of expectations or demands from him. I could simply be and exist. In the midst of my rage, he was my calm, dispelling the deafening clamour that battered me inside.

"I was about to start cooking a while ago," he said, brushing his lips with mine. His naturally hooded eyes gave him a perpetually sensual expression. There was little wonder I would spot the odd she-wolf swooning when I watched him from my bedroom window. "You wanna join me?"

My stomach, as if hearing the invite of food, announced itself loudly, accepting the offer.

'Generally, you reply with your mouth, not bodily functions,' Hawk gruffly chuckled, though he couldn't deny we were starved.

"As you can tell, that's a yes. I've not had chance to eat in a while," it was becoming the standard and was usually why I consumed so much in one sitting. "How about we cook together? You can teach me what to do. It's about time I started learning."

"Alright then. I was gonna make some chicken casserole and roasted root vegetables from the greenhouse," he set up a large, heavy-looking pan on the gas hob, glugging a generous amount of oil into the base and turned the oven on. "There's some chicken breasts in the fridge. Once the oil starts to sizzle a little, add them in and make sure they don't burn. I'll dig up vegetables to go with it."

I did as told, tossing the chicken in when the pan was ready. Just as I was turning the chicken over with some tongs I spotted in the utensil pot, Taylor came back with his shirt midway up his abdomen, showing off his six-pack. He had used the hem to help carry the arm full of root vegetables and dump them in the sink for cleaning.

"Here, clean those and I'll set the baking sheet up," he instructed, moving about his kitchen with ease.

I got to scrubbing with the small brush by the sink, watching what Taylor was doing next to me, oiling up a flat sheet.

"What's the salt for?" I concentrated on a particularly tricky to clean crease in the small sweet potato.

"Helps with roasting and draws the moisture out. Gives them a crisper finish too. You can add pepper if you want, but always add it nearer the end. It burns easily and can taste bitter," he slid the tray into the oven. "It's better to roast them in hot oil, not cold."

Taylor quartered up the larger roots as I washed, making sure they were as dry as possible before they went in the oven. Once they were coated in the hot oil and set for cooking, he removed the cooked chicken and asked me to shred it all with a couple of forks. I placed the bowl beside him, so it was handy and within reaching distance.

I peered over his shoulder, watching him pour some chicken broth into the pan with a huge sizzle. He didn't seem to be measuring anything, just throwing things in at random.

"How do you know you have enough if you're not measuring anything out?" I slipped my arms around his waist, inching under his shirt to caress his smooth and toned skin.

"I've done this enough to know by looking," he shrugged, leaning back into my body.

"Here I always thought you needed to be precise with cooking," my lips ghosted his earlobe.

"No. That's baking, you go by the book," he pulled my hand away, so I figured I was being a distraction. Not that it would deter me. I liked being his distraction. "In cooking, it's a yeehaw eye-balling affair."

I laughed at his analogy. "I wonder what it would take for me to get a yeehaw outta you," I kissed his neck from behind.

"Behave," he reprimanded me, reaching around to slap the back of my head. "I'm hungry and tired from work. Next time I ride you, I'll be sure to shout it."

Hawk groaned in bliss instantly at the contact, 'f**k, I love his reprimanding.'

My wolf wasn't alone. We adored our mate’s feisty dominant side and it rarely made us stop. I ran the tips of my fingers through the side of his curls, fully unveiling his sun-kissed neck, right where I knew his marking site was. In the time we had been together, Taylor found he had a couple of particularly sensitive spots on his neck, as did I. But there was one spot in particular that made his desires spring to the surface. And, again, I had the same. Maybe the two of us just happened to have nerve-ridden necks?

I sucked a little harder on his rain-sweetened skin, leaving behind a faint hickey, the only mark I could ever place on him.

A sharp elbow connected with my gut.

"I mean it," a hint of an annoyed growl seeped into Taylor's voice. "Quit getting sidetracked and pay attention to your cooking lesson."

I watched him toss the shredded chicken into what now appeared to be a creamy sauce.

"Did I miss a step?" I took the empty bowl from his hand and moved over to the sink to wash it out.

He huffed loudly, casting his sights to the ceiling and throwing his head back. "Yes, I added heavy cream. And you'd know that if you weren't so busy trying to be handsy."

'He's so cute when he's annoyed,' my wolf barked out in laughter.

He sprinkled some breadcrumbs over the top along with a little seasoning and stuck the whole thing, pan and all, in the oven beneath the vegetables.

"It's a cast iron skillet," he guessed my unspoken question. "It'll be fine."

"So, how long we got?" I spun him around and slid my hands under his thighs to lift him to the kitchen worktop.

"Uh," he sucked in a sharp breath when I wrapped his legs around my waist. "40 minutes?"

I pressed my lips to his, my tongue tracing his lower lip for entrance, seeking his sweetness.

"Just enough time to get that yeehaw outta you," my eyes swirled black and my c**k strained against my pants, needing freedom to bury itself inside our mate.

He clung to me as I carried him upstairs, gently dropping him on the bed. I switched the bedside light on, casting the shadows of the lampshade over the room. It had cutouts of branches and trees and, when switched on, made the room look as though it was part of a forest.

I took a couple of steps back from him and slowly stripped my t-shirt off. Taylor propped himself up on his elbows, biting his bottom lip as I jingled my belt buckle to drop my pants and boxers. His eyes were on my lower half in an instant, eyeing up my engorged shaft ready and waiting just for him.

"You want it?" I took hold of myself, slowly stroking my length in front of him.

He nodded and started to rip his own clothes off with haste, thinking he was going to straight out receive his prize.

"Stand up," I pulled on his hands and dropped to my knees in front of him, gliding my splayed hands up his exposed thighs. 'I like a pre-dinner treat.'

His wide eyes sparkled down at me, more honey-toned in the soft light from the lamp. I never cared about asserting dominance in anything, especially around Taylor, and I was all too happy to worship him as he should be.

My tongue swept up his shaft, kissing the weeping slit of his head, and took my first taste of his musky precum. I cradled his hips in my arms as I took him further, gripping his lower back and upper thigh. He groaned loudly when I hollowed my cheeks harshly, taking him as deep as I could up to his hilt.

I pulled free of him for a second to wet my fingers, needing him loosened up and ready. The duel rhythm of my two fingers hitting his prostate and deep-throating him savagely had him shuddering above me. His abdominals flexed and strained and his hands buried themselves in my hair, holding tight to his ride.

With a final suck of his head, he came, spurting his hot come down my throat. I chanced a glance up at him, loving how his face contorted in pure bliss and how his mouth hung slightly open. I kissed my way up each of his muscles slowly, till I reached his mouth. Using my height advantage, I cradled his neck and walked him backwards to the bed, spinning him around.

“On your knees, dew drop,” I whispered into his ear and lightly slapped his behind, grabbing the lube from the bedside table.

I liberally applied a slick coating to myself and rubbed a little against his ass. Keeping his cheeks parted, and standing behind him, I pressed my way inside, grinding ever so slightly till his tightness eased up. I had lost count of how many times we had joined like this, but it still hadn’t lost its earth-shattering and star-inducing wonder. Our bond sizzled in fireworks, electricity and heat, just as it had on our first time.

“Hunter…” Taylor breathed, resting his head back on my shoulder.

I nuzzled my nose against his, pecking his lips, and kneaded my palm over his throat, stroking my thumb over his adam’s apple. Once he felt ready for more, something a little rougher, I slid my hand up his spine, settling between his shoulder blades to push him down on all fours. I withdrew my hips, and thrust deeper, encasing myself in his heated depths.

‘Can you take more?’ I mind-linked, wanting to know his limits.

He pressed his ass harder against my groin, undulating his muscles.

‘You tell me?’ He cheekily replied.

‘One day, he’s gonna regret teasing us,’ Hawk pawed in my mind.

‘Like you don’t love it,’ I mentally nudged my wolf.

I pushed the back of Taylor’s neck further down into the mattress and gripped his hair to pull a little. His back arched, giving me a deeper access to all of him.

“Am I really not getting that yeehaw?” I held on to his hips fiercely and dove into him.

“For goddess’s sake,” he whimpered between moans. “Yeehaw. You happy now?"

“Could have done without the sarcasm,” I chuckled, driving it home to take him harder and faster.

My grunts mixed with my growls as I pounded into him. I felt the tingles all along my shaft, tightening at my base and needing release from the highest peak this man always sent me to. Taylor tensed and shuddered, coming with me not far behind. A weightless relief engulfed me as I came and I gripped onto his hips, buried as deep as I could possibly be. I pulled him flat to my chest and heaved into his neck.

“We better get cleaned up and check on dinner,” Taylor kissed my temple. “If we have to start again, I will get hangry.”

We managed to catch dinner just in time before anything burned too severely. Taylor wanted a cosy night together, so instead of sitting at the table, we sat on the couch. I pulled Taylor to sit crossed-legged between my thighs, surrounding him with my body and a blanket.

After we were finished eating, Taylor flicked a film on to watch and I found myself snuggling into his neck and resting my head on his shoulder. He fit so perfectly against me, with my arms surrounding him.

A nudge and soft strokes to the side of my face drew a sleepy moan from my throat. My eyes flickered open to see the credits rolling… had I drifted off?

"Wut? Did I miss it?"

"You were drooling on my shoulder, so I'm hoping you were asleep," he chuckled, kissing the tip of my nose.

"No I wasn't," I swiped at my mouth, feeling my short beard was a little damp.

‘Stellar defence there,’ Hawk facepalmed with a groan. ‘What else, exactly, can leak on his shoulder? We’re well endowed, but even I have my doubts that we can slap our package up there.’

‘Would you give it rest?’ I felt a slight heat creep into my face.

‘What, like you did? Slobbering all over our mate like a Saint Bernard.’

"Come on sleepy," Taylor stretched and pulled me up with him. "And I swear, if you mention yeehaws again, I'm throwing you out of the house."