A Family with His Werewolf Mate by Anya Byrne

shoulders and lying on a table that was probably
not intended for such activities—then positioned his dick at his mate's
entrance. Holding Will's gaze, he slid inside.
    Both of them groaned as Dean's cock head popped past the ring
of guardian muscle. Dean took his mate's example and muffled the sound, biting
his lower lip so hard he tasted blood. In hindsight, it wasn't all that
surprising. Dean's teeth had sharpened into wolf canines as his instincts
reared to the surface, and even now, he ached to bury them in Will's flesh, not
his own.
    Something held him back, however. The almost painful pleasure
gave him a moment of clarity, and he realized he hadn't actually discussed with
Will what a claiming would entail. He'd explained bits and pieces, but not
this. Such a step was a huge commitment, and the human might not be ready.
    Reining in the wolf who tried to get him to change his mind,
Dean slowly worked his cock into Will's body. He focused on the here and now,
on pleasuring his lover and making sure Will didn't experience any pain. He stopped
moving completely when he caught sight of the grimace of discomfort on Will's
beautiful face. Damn it. No matter how hard he tried, Will was new at this, so
of course it would hurt.
    The knowledge kept him in check, despite his natural instinct
to thrust. He remained still all throughout what must have been some of the
longest seconds of his life. Or was it minutes? He couldn't tell. Time seemed
to be playing tricks on his heated mind.
    At last, after what felt like forever, Will relaxed and
nodded, giving him wordless permission to continue. Dean complied, although he
didn't thrust like his body might have wanted. He just rocked slightly,
allowing Will's flesh to get used to the invasion. Slowly, his patience yielded
results, and Will began to move against him. They found a pace, and it was a
little clumsy at first, but that clumsiness didn't last, instead being replaced
by rightness. Soon, their bodies fell into a perfect rhythm, like they'd been
lovers forever, like this was not their first time, but instead, a reunion.
    And maybe that was truly the case, because Dean had always
felt he'd known Will far longer than he actually did. Maybe they'd loved each
other in another life, or maybe their souls had been bonded before they'd even
met. Either way, being here with Will, finally taking what he'd craved for so
long, was a dream come true.
    Soon, the rhythm grew faster, not quite violent, but
definitely not slow and gentle as it had been before. The table creaked in
protest, and Dean realized his mate would definitely not be comfortable on it
now, even if they didn't break the damn thing. He briefly stopped his thrusting
to change their positions, wrapping Will's legs around his waist and then
lifting the human off the table and into his arms.
    With his werewolf strength, Dean easily supported his mate,
and the new angle that might have been awkward otherwise provided them with an
even deeper, more satisfying penetration. Dean thrust up into Will, while his
mate moved down, assisted by gravity on top of his need for Dean. The human
held onto Dean's shoulders, shaking as Dean fucked him harder and harder. All
the while, Will's cock rubbed between their naked abdomens. This time, when
Will started to tremble, it wasn't because of nervousness, but due to his impending
climax. Dean wanted nothing more than to bite Will, despite his previous
resolve. The pleasure building up inside him threatened to sabotage his
scruples. He might have broken his self-made promise had Will not unexpectedly
bitten him instead.
    Will probably had no idea of the implications of his actions,
or if he did, he hadn't actually thought about them. Dean automatically did.
For him, the bite translated into his mate claiming him, and while that wasn't
exactly the case, it still had the same effect on him. Burying himself one last
time inside Will, he came harder than he ever had in his life. Will didn't
delay in