following him over the edge. His ass tightened around Dean's cock even
as his own dick spurted jets of white creamy spunk on Dean's abdomen.
If Dean had ever had a doubt that Will was his mate, it would
have disappeared in that moment. Even as Dean rode the waves of his orgasm, he
felt the head of his cock swell as his body decided it didn't want to separate
from Will. The knotting only happened between true mates, usually to encourage
procreation, and while that wouldn't happen between him and Will, Dean still
loved it.
Since Dean's knees were threatening to give out because of
the overwhelming pleasure, he set his mate down on the ground and leaned over
him, carefully since he couldn't dislodge his cock from Will's body. Will clung
to him as he trembled through the aftershocks of his orgasm. At first, he
didn't even seem to realize they were knotted together, but a few moments
later, he whimpered a lost little, "What?"
Dean brushed a breathless kiss over his mate's lips.
"It's a werewolf thing. Knotting."
Will gave him a look, then actually burst into laughter.
"You're kidding. Knotting? How is this my life? How are you even
real?"
Dean should have been offended—or would have, had it been
anyone other than Will saying that. But Will didn't mean the words in a
derisive way. If anything, there was real awe hiding behind those questions.
After Will's original reaction to Dean's revelations, it came as a huge relief
that Will had accepted him so openly.
Dean was so content that even when he finally slid out of his
mate, he couldn't quite let go of him. Their current position wasn't ideal, so
he gathered Will in his arms to keep his mate from having to lie down on the
cold ground.
"To tell you the truth, this wasn't my idea of our first
time," he confessed.
Will grinned at him. "It was perfect. Just... What are
you going to do about your clothes?"
He was right. Unlike Will, Dean hadn't fully disrobed, which
meant his clothing had received some nasty stains of Vaseline and spunk. Oh
well. He'd just have to return home in his shifted form.
"We can use my shirt to clean you up a bit. Don't worry
about me."
They had a little time since no one had come looking for Will
yet, so Dean decided to explain his plan. "I've been thinking... Remember
when I told you to run away with me? Well, there's a place we could go. In
Canada, there are communities that are more open to mixed bondings, even same
sex. I heard people talking about it in the pack. Other species—like
Sidhe—aren't so closed-minded about it. I think they would help, and I have
money set aside to get us there." He had it all worked out in his head.
There was only one issue. "But... If we do leave, if you choose this...
You might never see your family again."
It would be far too risky for them to return here anytime
soon. Not to mention that if Dean claimed Will as his own, Will's life
expectancy would surpass that of any of his human friends or family. He'd have
to watch them all die.
"You think I shouldn't go with you?" Will asked
with a frown.
"I just want you to be aware of everything before you
make a choice you can't take back." Dean tightened his hold on Will just
at the thought that his mate might decide to stay after all. "Right now,
my instincts scream at me to claim you. I could have done it—I could have
bitten you just now, and then you'd have been bound to me forever."
"Why didn't you?"
"Because it has to be your call," Dean replied.
"There's still so much we haven't spoken about. We've had so little time
together. I'm not sure it's fair of me to ask you to leave everything you've
known behind, just for me."
For the longest time, Will didn't reply. "I won't
lie," he whispered finally. "It is scary. It hurts to think that I'd
have to leave them. But, Dean, I can never be who I really am as long as I
cling to the past. I love them, yes, but... I want to be with you. Is that
crazy?"
It probably seemed that way, especially for Will who was
as his own dick spurted jets of white creamy spunk on Dean's abdomen.
If Dean had ever had a doubt that Will was his mate, it would
have disappeared in that moment. Even as Dean rode the waves of his orgasm, he
felt the head of his cock swell as his body decided it didn't want to separate
from Will. The knotting only happened between true mates, usually to encourage
procreation, and while that wouldn't happen between him and Will, Dean still
loved it.
Since Dean's knees were threatening to give out because of
the overwhelming pleasure, he set his mate down on the ground and leaned over
him, carefully since he couldn't dislodge his cock from Will's body. Will clung
to him as he trembled through the aftershocks of his orgasm. At first, he
didn't even seem to realize they were knotted together, but a few moments
later, he whimpered a lost little, "What?"
Dean brushed a breathless kiss over his mate's lips.
"It's a werewolf thing. Knotting."
Will gave him a look, then actually burst into laughter.
"You're kidding. Knotting? How is this my life? How are you even
real?"
Dean should have been offended—or would have, had it been
anyone other than Will saying that. But Will didn't mean the words in a
derisive way. If anything, there was real awe hiding behind those questions.
After Will's original reaction to Dean's revelations, it came as a huge relief
that Will had accepted him so openly.
Dean was so content that even when he finally slid out of his
mate, he couldn't quite let go of him. Their current position wasn't ideal, so
he gathered Will in his arms to keep his mate from having to lie down on the
cold ground.
"To tell you the truth, this wasn't my idea of our first
time," he confessed.
Will grinned at him. "It was perfect. Just... What are
you going to do about your clothes?"
He was right. Unlike Will, Dean hadn't fully disrobed, which
meant his clothing had received some nasty stains of Vaseline and spunk. Oh
well. He'd just have to return home in his shifted form.
"We can use my shirt to clean you up a bit. Don't worry
about me."
They had a little time since no one had come looking for Will
yet, so Dean decided to explain his plan. "I've been thinking... Remember
when I told you to run away with me? Well, there's a place we could go. In
Canada, there are communities that are more open to mixed bondings, even same
sex. I heard people talking about it in the pack. Other species—like
Sidhe—aren't so closed-minded about it. I think they would help, and I have
money set aside to get us there." He had it all worked out in his head.
There was only one issue. "But... If we do leave, if you choose this...
You might never see your family again."
It would be far too risky for them to return here anytime
soon. Not to mention that if Dean claimed Will as his own, Will's life
expectancy would surpass that of any of his human friends or family. He'd have
to watch them all die.
"You think I shouldn't go with you?" Will asked
with a frown.
"I just want you to be aware of everything before you
make a choice you can't take back." Dean tightened his hold on Will just
at the thought that his mate might decide to stay after all. "Right now,
my instincts scream at me to claim you. I could have done it—I could have
bitten you just now, and then you'd have been bound to me forever."
"Why didn't you?"
"Because it has to be your call," Dean replied.
"There's still so much we haven't spoken about. We've had so little time
together. I'm not sure it's fair of me to ask you to leave everything you've
known behind, just for me."
For the longest time, Will didn't reply. "I won't
lie," he whispered finally. "It is scary. It hurts to think that I'd
have to leave them. But, Dean, I can never be who I really am as long as I
cling to the past. I love them, yes, but... I want to be with you. Is that
crazy?"
It probably seemed that way, especially for Will who was
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