“Guess you’re not going to finish me off.” Dominic opened the water bottle, trying his damned best to ignore the scent of the man in the front seat.
It was hard. He smelled good. Kind of like apples.
“Want to tell me why you’re helping me out?”
Silence, but this time the kid wasn’t clenching his hands on the steering wheel.
He shook his head. “I don’t know. I…didn’t want them to kill you.”
Dominic’s heart did that clenching thing again. It felt kind of like being poked hard in the chest, but a lot more painful and uncomfortable. He didn’t know what to do about that.
“Well, thanks for that.” Dominic took a swallow of the water. It felt good on his dry throat. “It’s Chandler, right?”
Chandler nodded. A tiny noise left his throat, and a swell of protectiveness surged inside Dominic’s chest.
“What’s going to happen to you if you let me go? Will they hurt you?”
He watched the way Chandler’s throat bobbed in a hard swallow. “I don’t know.”
That wasn’t good enough, and Dominic wasn’t convinced that anything bad wouldn’t happen.
“How old are you?”
He looked younger than that. A lot of it probably had to do with the hopeful, naive way he’d looked at Dominic when that old bitch had tried to get them to fuck each other, and maybe some from the fear that was clearly in Chandler’s eyes right now, but he definitely didn’t appear that old.
“Why are you doing this?”
They’re going to hunt you down. They’re going to kill you for this.
At least, that was what Dominic tried to say. He wasn’t entirely sure he was successful in getting any of it out. He felt like he’d dozed off again, sleeping in the warmth of the sun that had started streaming in through the windows.
The clouds must have broken, and all Dominic could dream about was why hadn’t he taken the man like he’d been told to?
Dominic dreamed it was different. He dreamed that he’d taken that old crow up on her offer and fucked Chandler like he’d been told to.
He smelled more apples, fresh air, and pine as he did it. Somehow, in the dream, Dominic and Chandler were immediately alone when Dominic made his decision, and the smaller man moaned for Dominic, bucking his ass back against each hard thrust.
He should have fucked him. He’d wanted to, and the only reasons why he hadn’t was because he was being manipulated into it, and the kid looked like an abuse victim of some kind.
Knowing he wasn’t a teenager, that he was an adult, a grown man, and was now taking the risk of rescuing Dominic, changed the lust factor.
But Dominic pushed the dream away.
No, fuck that. He wasn’t about to let his alpha side loose and do something both he and Chandler would regret. Chandler was making a stupid decision, that was all, and the second Dominic got the chance, he was going to get the hell out of here before Chandler could do anything else that might get him killed.
At least if Dominic was gone, then that pack might take it easy on Chandler. Chandler could accuse Dominic of kidnapping him.
Maybe. Whether they believed a story like that was something else entirely.
Dominic felt something against his lips. First something soft, and…no way, was this omega actually kissing him?
No, that couldn’t be right. The soft thing turned into a hard thing, and there was a taste to it.
“Come on, open your mouth. It’s chicken noodle.”
Great. Now Dominic was being spoon fed by the guy.
But he was also starving, and he opened his mouth.
He barely managed to keep himself awake for it, and at one point, he reached up and took the bowl from Chandler’s hands and just started slurping back the soup.
There was definitely chicken in there and some vegetables, and though it wasn’t hot, barely room temperature, it had everything an alpha needed to get his healing back under control.
The whole time he made a slob of himself and Chandler cleaned him up and then sat behind him, helping him sit up so he could eat better.
He could have eaten five more cans of the stuff and not been satisfied, but he passed out again.
A fire crackled somewhere the next time Dominic opened his eyes. It was dark out, and he felt more aware of himself and his surroundings as the omega touched his face.
Chandler pulled his hand back, and, God, Dominic wanted the kid to touch him again.
It felt good to be touched. It felt like he was alive again.
But no, that was just…something else. Dominic shook his head. “Don’t get any ideas.”
Chandler looked down, his bangs hiding his eyes. “I’m not.”
“It doesn’t matter what you’re feeling. It’ll go away. Just wait it out.”
Chandler said nothing. He nodded, got up, and sat on the ground on the other side of the fire. He put his knees up, curled his arms around them, and rested his chin on his forearms as he stared into the fire.
Dominic’s heart ached for him, but this really was for the best. The kid didn’t know what he was getting into, but at the same time…did Dominic really know what the omega was leaving behind?
What if they’d been hurting him? Treating him badly because he was a luna werewolf?
Those pricks certainly hadn’t liked the fact that Dominic was an alpha.
“I’ll take you somewhere safe,” he said.
Dominic took one of Chandler’s hands and brought it up. Chandler sucked in a hard breath when he felt his palm against the stiff muscles of Dominic’s abs.
Dominic removed his hand, letting Chandler touch as he saw fit, and it was amazing the way the alpha’s eyes slid shut, his mouth dropping open. The look on his face was comparable to if Chandler was touching his cock instead of his chest.
The best part was how it felt good for Chandler, too. That same rush of energy flowed through him. That same pleasure that he’d felt before when Dominic had put his hand over Chandler’s cock.
Chandler wanted him to do that again. He wanted Dominic to touch him before he ended up coming in his pants because what the other man was doing to him felt too good for him to contain.
And then Dominic was kissing his chest, and Chandler felt like he was about to explode. He groaned, thrusting his cock up and against Dominic’s body. He wanted as much friction as he could get, but Dominic was so big, his limbs long, and still being on his hands and knees meant the rest of his body was harder to get at. Harder for Chandler to rub up against.
“D-Dominic,” Chandler moaned and then said that name over and over again because it felt as good on his tongue as Dominic’s tongue felt on Chandler’s nipples.
It was a soft tongue, warm and wet, and when Dominic licked at his nipples before gently teasing them with his teeth, Chandler knew he was getting swept away.
And he wanted more of it.
He was about to have his first time. Chandler was going to have sex for the first time in his life, and he could hardly believe it. Part of him didn’t feel ready for it. The other part of him couldn’t wait to get started because he was too old to be a virgin, and he so wanted to give his V-card to this man on top of him.
“Th-that feels good,” he said when Dominic moved that wonderful perfect mouth of his to Chandler’s other nipple.
Dominic looked up at him, flashing a toothy grin that could only be considered wolfish, especially with the red in his eyes. “Pay attention to everything I’m doing,” he commanded. “I’m going to make you do all of this to me.”
Chandler shivered and squeaked, “Can’t wait.”
Dominic chuckled, and he went back to what he was doing, pressing his burning mouth to Chandler’s chest and then down to his stomach.
Because Chandler’s mind was turning into mashed potatoes, it took him a couple of seconds before he realized Dominic had a destination in mind. That was when he really started to feel as if there was a beehive under his skin.
Dominic undid Chandler’s button and zipper to his jeans, slowly pulling down the tap that undid his zipper. Chandler sighed when he suddenly had more space for his dick to breathe, and then, just like that, it felt like there wasn’t enough space in the next second, and he was full and aching all over again.
Dominic chuckled. “That’s right. This is mine, now.”
“Yours?” Chandler didn’t understand.
Dominic nodded, his face going down lower, and Chandler spread his legs out wider on instinct, wanting him to have as much room as he possibly could.
Though Chandler had a pretty good idea that it was going to involve Dominic’s mouth on his cock and balls in some way.
Chandler hadn't lied about watching porn. He thought he was prepared for what was going to happen, that he knew everything, and yet when he felt the touch of that warm mouth against his testicles, he was still surprised. Chandler’s mouth opened in a long sigh. He arched his back, coming up almost all the way off the bed. The only things that kept him in place were Dominic’s hands on his waist, and it almost wasn’t enough.
“Oh God,” he said again, drawing the word out into a long moan. Chandler put his hands over Dominic’s head, wishing he didn’t keep his head shaved so he could grip some of his hair, though being held captive for a couple of days in Maggie’s basement had left him with some soft stubble up there that felt so amazingly good to touch.
Chandler wanted more. He tried to push Dominic’s head down farther, wanting his mouth sucking on Chandler’s other testicle.
Dominic pulled back. He wiped his mouth, smiling up at Chandler. “Don’t be too rough, sweetheart. I still have to breathe, right?”
Chandler nodded. “Right?”
“And I don’t think you want my teeth mixing in with your fun bits down here.”
Chandler’s eyes widened. Dominic just laughed at him and went back to what he was doing before Chandler could change his mind.
Holy shit, had he really just said that?
But then, yeah, the feeling of his warm mouth, the wet, slick sensation of that tongue around Chandler’s smooth testicles felt so good. Chandler flopped back down onto the bed, gasping with pleasure, moaning, unable to contain himself, and he didn’t want to.
“You taste so damned good,” Dominic said, leaning in for a long lick up the shaft of his hard cock. “Better than I thought you’d taste.”
Chandler wondered how Dominic thought he’d taste, and that got him wondering how Dominic would taste.
The omega inside him howled. It wanted out. It wanted to participate, and because Chandler couldn’t hold himself back, he let the wolf come out just a little. His body didn’t change, much, but it was still there, and suddenly Chandler felt so much wilder than he’d ever felt in his entire life.
His claws came out, and his senses heightened. The way he saw things became different, so his eyes had likely changed. The wolf side of himself was definitely here.
“I…Oh God, I want you to fuck me,” he moaned.