“We should order,” Cole said. The sooner they ordered, the sooner their food would arrive, and the sooner they could eat it and go home.
Cole looked around for the waiter, but he was nowhere to be seen.
“We’re ready,” Evan said in a normal voice. It was then that the waiter came out from the kitchen.
It seemed that it didn’t matter how long Cole was with a werewolf, he would always forget just how good their hearing was. As Evan ordered for them, Cole thought back over their conversation about their first date and felt his cheeks flush. The young werewolf serving them would have heard it all.
Cole resolutely didn’t make eye contact with the man. He waited until he was gone before he looked at Evan again. His husband had an amused smile on his face.
“You knew, didn’t you?” Cole asked.
Evan just shrugged a shoulder. “You should be used to it by now, the no privacy thing.”
“I’m pretty sure it’s not something I’ll ever be used to.”
Cole couldn’t count on both his hands the number of times he had embarrassed himself by forgetting the super hearing thing. Most of it had been done in hearing distance of Evan’s pack. As the alpha’s mate, Cole was looked up to, seen as an authority figure. It was amazing that any of them respected him enough to treat him accordingly. There were even some members of the pack, the younger ones, who sought out Cole before Evan when they needed help or advice.
The food was brought out to them, and Evan seemingly decided that was enough dwelling on the past. Just like on their first date, Evan started putting food from the platter onto Cole’s plate. It was kind of amazing that Cole wasn’t fat given Evan’s penchant for feeding him. The wolf in Evan delighted in providing for his mate. Cole wasn’t about to complain. Before Evan came into his life, he had pretty much lived off takeout.
Cole was convinced that he was going to hit thirty and his metabolism would turn on him.
Before they started eating, Evan held up his glass of beer. “To us. It hasn’t been the easiest year for either of us, but we’ve had each other.”
Cole clinked his glass of water to Evan’s beer.
“Actually, I don’t think anything’s been easy since the day we met,” Cole pointed out.
“And yet we’re still here, still going strong.”
They shared a smile at that. Even with everything they’d gone through over the last couple of years, Cole wouldn’t change a moment of it, because through it all, he was with Evan.
“Did you work on your book today?” Evan asked.
Since getting with Evan, Cole had been held hostage by Evan’s step-father, who was now in jail, and kidnapped by a human first group. His experience with the anti-werewolf group had sparked his interest in writing, and he was currently working on a book, though finding time with his work at the magazine wasn’t the easiest.
“Uh, some,” he said, though it was really a lie. What he had mostly done was look at a blank screen and then watched YouTube clips of drunk people falling over.
“You know, if you wanted to take a sabbatical to finish it, you could,” Evan told him. Not only was Evan his husband and mate, but also his boss.
“I can’t believe that Jared and Naomi are about to be parents again,” Cole said, changing the subject. There were times when thinking about the daunting task of writing a book scared the crap out of him. If there was one thing Cole was good at, it was ignoring the voices in his own head.
His best friend, Naomi, had married Evan’s cousin, Jared, just over a year ago. He had a little girl from a previous relationship, and now the two of them were about to have twins.
“Jared’s really stepped up,” Evan said. “I’m proud of him.”
Before Naomi, Jared had pretty much drifted through life, content to live off their family’s wealth. Not only was he a family man now, but he had also stepped up when Evan became the alpha. He had taken a bigger role in the family businesses, too, which took some of the pressure off Evan.
The food was good comfort food that hit the spot. Cole wasn’t feeling particularly hungry, though Evan’s appetite more than made up for it. By the time they had moved on to dessert, Cole was less interested in the food and more interested in the way Evan was licking ice-cream from his spoon. Cole hadn’t wanted any dessert, but Evan offered him a spoonful of his anyway. Cole leaned in and let Evan feed him. The vanilla ice-cream was cold and sweet in his mouth.
Evan’s eyes watched Cole’s mouth and the way he licked his lips. The two of them finished off the ice-cream, Evan eating it slowly, savoring it, and every so often feeding some to Cole.
There was a look that Evan got in his eyes sometimes, the look of a predator waiting for the right moment to jump on his prey. That look never failed to do something primal to Cole.
“We should get the check,” Cole told him, earning a knowing smirk from Evan.
The werewolf put down his spoon and stood up, holding his hand out to Cole. “I own the place, remember?”
“God, Evan,” Cole whined. “Don’t you wanna fuck me? Slide right into my nice, warm hole?”
Evan was a master of self-control, but that never stopped Cole from trying to goad him into moving things along. Cole didn’t have a whole lot of patience. Evan more often than not got off on tormenting Cole, on teasing him and drawing it out. Cole would never admit it to his husband, but the resulting orgasm was always worth it.
Evan chose to ignore him. Instead, he pushed a finger inside Cole and rubbed the pad of the tip over his gland. Cole bit down on his lower lip and pushed his face against the cool wall in front of him. Evan fingered him slowly, purposefully teasing him. It felt so good that his cock throbbed. He considered, briefly, seeing if he could rub it against the wall, but he quickly dismissed the idea as ridiculous. He made a sound of frustration in the back of his throat.
Evan still didn’t take pity on him. The werewolf added another finger and began stretching Cole. While he did that, he reached around and took Cole’s cock in his hand. The bastard didn’t stroke it, however, or even hold it firmly enough to relieve some of the pressure. Instead, he simply held it in a loose fist. If anything, the added contact just made Cole more frustrated.
“I hate you so much,” he said as he squirmed, trying to get some friction to his dick.
“I love you, too.”
With that, Evan pulled his fingers free and pushed his face right in, licking and nipping at Cole’s hole. His tongue was wet and warm, and Cole wanted nothing more than to push back onto it, to be breached once more, but he suspected Evan wouldn’t allow it. Damn control freak.
Cole knew the only way to beat Evan at his own game was to make him so turned on that he couldn’t resist any longer. Cole stopped biting his lip and let whatever sound Evan caused flow out of him. He moaned, whimpered, and whined, knowing that the sounds he made would go straight to Evan’s dick.
After a while, it seemed to work. Evan pulled back, giving Cole’s ass a swat, and stood up.
Cole wanted to cry out in relief, knowing he was about to get what he wanted. Evan turned him around and easily lifted him up over his shoulder in a fireman carry.
“Evan,” Cole protested as he wriggled with his hands still tied.
Evan just chuckled and walked through to the bedroom. He deposited Cole on the bed and rolled him onto his stomach.
“Are you going to keep my hands tied like this?”
Evan kissed his neck, his shoulder blade, and his lower back before answering. “Yes. I like you like this.” He spoke the words in a gravely purr.
Cole had to stop himself from snorting. “Of course you do. Having me here, helpless, it turns you on, doesn’t it?”
Evan ran his hands over Cole’s body, letting his blunt nails scratch down his sides. “Even tied up like this, you could never be helpless. That’s not what turns me on. It’s the fact that you trust me enough to let me do this, that you’re completely at ease right now.”
Evan had always been a complex man. Cole suspected he would never completely figure him out. He was right, though, even their first night together, when Evan had tied his hands behind his back and blindfolded him, he had felt completely safe.
Sex between them never went beyond some light bondage, it was just enough to add an extra thrill.
Cole wiggled on the bed, dragging his aching cock against the bed sheets as much as was possible without the use of his arms.
Evan kissed his shoulder again. “Are you comfortable?”
Cole knew from experience that his arms would ache a bit the next day, but he secretly loved it. He liked that whenever he felt it, he thought of Evan and the lovemaking the night before.
“I’d be a lot more comfortable if there was a dick in my ass,” Cole quipped.
Evan lowered his head and gently bit down on Cole’s ass cheek, making him jump a little.
“Brat,” Evan said. “Don’t worry, you’re about to get what you want.”
Cole heard the sound of the nightstand being opened, and he sighed in relief. Cole closed his eyes and waited, the anticipation a coil in his stomach. Evan ran his lubed-up cock over Cole’s hole, and Cole bent one of his legs to give Evan better access.
Evan pushed in, his long, thick cock filling Cole up. Evan didn’t stop until he was balls deep. Cole loved that first push. He loved the feel of Evan breaching him and filling him up.
“Yes,” he said, almost as a sigh of relief.
Evan placed a kiss on one of Cole’s shoulders as he slowly pulled almost all the way out before slamming back in.
“Oh, fuck,” Cole cried out. “Evan.”
“How do you want it?” Evan’s voice was pure sex. It was unfair, really.
“You know how I want it,” Cole told him. Any sex with Evan was great, but being completely taken apart by his husband was something else.
“I want to hear you say it,” Evan practically purred in his ear.
“I want you to fuck me, hard and fast,” Cole said, panting as Evan pulled nearly out again and then pushed forward.