When Sam sat back on the other end of the couch, Damion was mesmerized.
“Want to taste me, Damion?” Sam’s voice was dark and husky and it rolled over Damion like a wave. “Do what you want to me, I want you to get to know me inside out.”
Damion stared at him, he couldn’t look away, but neither did he move forward. His mouth worked but no sound came forth.
He knew he wanted Sam with every fiber of his being, wanted him the way he saw how his father wanted his mother…but being with Sam…being with a man…was whole new territory for the young submissive.
And then thoughts of his father intruded and Damion, ashamed and afraid, curled in on himself. His father had dreams of Damion taking over as Alpha one day when Virgo was no longer able to…and Damion knew in his heart and soul that he was not Alpha material. He was a Beta. His sister had more of chance of being Alpha to their clan than he did.
He looked at Sam, tears in his eyes. “I want to…but I’m scared.” he admitted, wrapping his arms around himself in shame.
When his eyes were tearful, and he said he wanted too, but he was scared, Sam sat back down on the couch, and propped his head with his fist, looking at Damion thoughtfully. There was more to this then met the eye, and it was going to be hard to get the answers to it.
“It’s okay…you don’t have to explain. Why don’t you borrow some of my clothes, get dressed and I will give you a ride home.” Sam said gently. He was not going to pursue the young Marulo further…he clearly wasn’t ready. He failed the test.
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“I’m sorry.” Damion whispered. “It’s not you. It’s my father. He’s…” he took a deep breath, about to reveal a family secret to someone he assumed was human. “He’s a werwolf…as am I…and Alpha of our pack. He has dreams of me taking over when he’s no longer able to…and I don’t know how to tell him…” he took a deep breath and stared at the floor, misery etched in every line of his body, “…that I’m a submissive.” He grabbed his shirt from the floor and yanked it back on, trying to rebutton it, but his hands were shaking too much. He may have just ruined the best thing that ever happened in his life and he was sick with fear.
He stood and fixed his pants, before moving to the window and staring out into the night. He pressed his feverish face to the cool glass, eyes closed as he struggled to reign in his turbulent emotions.
“We can’t always live up to the expectations of our fathers, but I know one thing, all they want is for us to be happy. And happy with who we love. Damion. I am an alpha werewolf, like your father. It’s why you’re drawn to me. You know this, just…your fear suppressed it.”
Sam placed his arms around Damion, and brought him into an embrace, and started to do, exactly what Virgo would do to his own mother. He nuzzled him affectionately, making those same sounds….the ones that are to comfort, and reassure their mates. “I chose you the moment I saw you at the bar, Damion. I want you…only you.” This was not about sex….this was about being a life mate. He started to nip and bite at Damion’s neck, wanting him to submit….again.
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Sam’s words, when he spoke them, caused Damion to startle in surprise.
“We can’t always live up to the expectations of our fathers, but I know one thing, all they want is for us to be happy. And happy with who we love. Damion. I am an alpha werewolf, like your father. It’s why you’re drawn to me. You know this, just…your fear suppressed it.”
Damion caught Sam’s reflection in the window glass, standing behind him and slightly to his left. He couldn’t tear his eyes away as Sam wrapped him in his arms and pulled him close, nuzzling his neck and making comforting sounds, much like Virgo did with Elvira when she needed reassurance.
Damion closed his eyes as Sam whispered in his ear. “I chose you the moment I saw you at the bar, Damion. I want you…only you.”
He began to nip and bite at Damion’s neck and Damion found himself relaxing once more. He felt at home in his mate’s arms.
“Our mate.” his wolf whispered in his mind.
“Yes.” Damion agreed, verbally expressing his want to be with Sam. He turned in Sam’s arms, his eyes bright with need. “Please…help me…” Damion mumured, not knowing what to do. This was all so new to him and he didn’t want to mess this up.
Sam brought his hand up and over Damion’s head, and then gently brought him in to kiss Sam, and again, this was done meticulously, slowly. Letting his scent be smelt, and savored. The warmth of Sam’s body was inescapable, and the Alpha brought Damion in, feeling skin on skin, as he licked at the inside of Damion’s mouth. If Damion had ever imagined that loving a man could be so gentle, this would have been a complete eyeopener. The Alpha treated Damion with respect, and patience.
Sam broke the kiss, and whispered. “Your pleasure is important to me. So, don’t be afraid, I’ll never hurt you.”
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“Let him love you. Let him love us.” the wolf whispered in his mind. Damion took a deep breath and moaned lightly when Sam brushed his lips across his own. Damion watched Sam carefully, every movement his soon-to-be lover made was designed to make Damion feel comfortable and loved. Buttons undone, Sam slowly peeled the shirt from Damion’s body and dropped it to the floor. Damion flushed with heat when Sam growled in appreciation of his physique.
Sam, ever careful of Damion’s turbulent emotions slowly reached for his pants, carefully not to touch his rigid hardness until the pleated enclosure was pulled away. Sam slid the pants down Damion’s thighs, licking at his nipple as he pushed his pants to the floor. Damion wobbled for a moment, steadying his hands on Sam’s shoulder’s as his knees threatened to buckle at the erotic touch. Returning to a standing position, Sam kept his eyes on Damion’s as he undid his silk sleep pants, the material sliding to the floor in a whisper of sound. Damion’s gaze was riveted on the turgid shaft pointing up from a nest of dark curls at the juncture of Sam’s thighs. He gulped hard as he stared. It twitched under his regard and his eyes flew to Sam’s face, who was looking at him in slight amusement.
Stepping closer, Sam brought his arm around Damion’s neck then gently pulled him into a kiss. Damion whimpered with need as his skin brushed against Sam’s. He felt the warmth of the body before him and couldn’t help but place his palms flat against the hard planes of Sam’s chest. Sam was so gentle with him, knowing this would be his first time. He was patient and respectful of Damion’s boundaries, and Damion found himself falling a little more.
Sam broke the kiss and stared at Damion. “Your pleasure is important to me. So don’t be afraid, I’ll never hurt you.”
Damion could hear the sincerity in Sam’s words and believed them to be true.
“Sam…please…tell me what to do.” Damion murmured. He’d never been with anyone, male or female and he didn’t have a clue what he was doing. “I…I’ve never done this…ever…with anyone…” he admitted, his face flushing red with both desire and embarrassment. It seemed to be a night of admitting truths with this man, his Alpha.
“First thing we can learn about our mates, is through touch, smell, and taste. So, first we go with touch.” Sam’s skilled hands roamed up and down Damion’s back, but in front, Damion would feel the bump of their hardened members against the others. Sam reached for Damion’s hand, and then brought it down, so he could place it around Sam’s length.
“Now, I know you would have this down pact. Stroke me…get a feel for me.” He pushed his hips forward just a little, a nudge, as his other hand stoked his back. He didn’t kiss Damion again, he watched though how Damion reacted to this.
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“First thing we can learn about our mates, is through touch, smell, and taste. So, first we go with touch.” Sam’s hands continued to roam, while their erections bumped together. Damion inhaled sharply at the sensation. Sam took his mate’s hand and pressed it against his own hardness.
“…Stroke me…get a feel for me.” Sam urged, pressing his hips forward a little, his hard length sliding between Damion’s fingers. Damion was mesmerized by the feel of Sam’s skin. It was no different then his own, but it was silky smooth. Encouraged, Damion’s gaze remained fixated on his hand wrapped around Sam’s length, getting the feel for his mate. He slid his hand slowly up and down, pressing against the base as his hand brushed his pelvis and then back upward to the purplish head. His heart was pounding in his chest, for a whole different reason other then fear. He continued to stroke the hard flesh of his mate’s erection, his tongue caught in the corner of his mouth.
“Oh!” Damion exclaimed as a small droplet of pre slipped out, aiding in his endevaors.
Sam could push Damion down on the bed, and take him hard, but he felt this way, that this was breaking Damion in slowly. He may be submissive, but he needed to feel the pleasure as well. Sam’s free hand raked through Damion’s hair, as the heat between them intensified.
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