Howl Down the Moon, page 28
“I know, but I was thinking about you and the contents of one of the packages. A certain outfit had finally arrived and was sitting in the back seat, and all I could picture was you in it and the look on Slade’s face when he saw what we’d gotten.”
“Let me get on the road before things turn X-rated around here,” Slade’s dad chortled, laughing as he headed for the door. “Slade, I’d say have a good night, son, but something tells me that good isn’t a strong enough word to describe the night your mates have in mind for you.”
Shooting a look at Rand, Luka winked, hoping his mate would play along with what he was about to do. “Actually, I’m really tired. It’s been a long day and stressful too, and we still have all this mess to clean up. I don’t think I’ll be dressing in anything tonight but the blankets on our bed if I even make it that far.”
“The same for me,” Rand said, Luka’s heart doing a little leap of joy that Rand got it. “We didn’t even remember to pull supper out, and I’ll never be able to go to sleep until we get everything organized and put away, and I hadn’t even come up with a system yet. Like, should we group all the beans together in alphabetical order, or by color, and how should we catalogue cornmeal and grits? Do they go with the flour, or do all three get cataloged as dry goods, which would include pasta and cereal, or are those actually subcategories of an overarching category?”
Slade looked completely confounded while his dad laughed all the way to the door.
“Oh you found the perfect mates; that’s for damn sure,” his father said. “Things will never get boring around here. Talk to you soon. Oh, and guys?”
“Yes, sir?” Luka and Slade replied together.
“If he hasn’t shown you the contents of that chest in the back of the closet yet, make sure he does. There’s an outfit or two in there that just might complement whatever you guys have found.”
“Dad!” Slade hissed.
“What? Just trying to help,” Slade’s dad commented before taking his leave. They saw his snowmobile go by a short time later, heading to the rendezvous point he’d told them about the day before. From the sound of things, over a dozen wolves had found it easier to come in on those instead of SUVs, a sled of gas cans hauled with them.
“So…” Rand began. “Someone has been holding out on us.”
“What’s up with that?” Luka asked as he and Rand began to circle Slade like the sharks in that first video they’d watched together. They’d come a long way since then and yet, in a lot of ways, were still at the beginning. He understood now what his father had meant when he’d said the journey was far more important than the destination. The way he saw it, as long as they were traveling together, the years to come would be amazing.
“I had every intention of showing you, but things kept popping up, including those surprises you were always springing on me,” Slade said, unable to keep his eyes on both of them when they kept moving in opposite directions.
“Surrrrre,” Rand drawled. “I believe you.”
“I don’t,” Luka teased. “I think he was going to let me be the only one to get all dressed.”
“You might be on to something there,” Rand said. “Guess we’ll never know since we have all this cleaning up to do.”
“And naps to take,” Luka reminded him.
“The pantry can wait until tomorrow, or never, for all I care. I’m good with it staying exactly the way it is until next Juvember if need be, just as long as I get to see this outfit!”
“You show us yours, and he’ll show us ours,” Rand offered.
“How exactly does that work? Why don’t you have an outfit too?”
“He does.” Luka couldn’t keep the grin off his face as both of his mates stopped to look at him, Rand opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water.
“Looks to me like there’s a story there,” Slade said. “And I, for one, am looking forward to hearing it.”
“Same,” Rand replied. “Because there was only one outfit in the cart when we checked out.”
“I know, but Slade taught me about browsing history, so I went back to the site and ordered a surprise for you too.”
“Um…Luka?” Slade murmured, head cocked to the side as he studied him, a confused look on his face as he scratched the side of his head. “How were you able to pay for it?”
“Yeah, that’s what I was wondering too,” Rand added.
Shrugging, Luka didn’t see why they would ask that when they were the ones who’d showed him how to do it. “I just put the numbers in the same way you did.”
Rand pinched the bridge of his nose while Slade snickered. “How, when you didn’t have the card?”
“He memorized it,” Slade supplied. “I told you he was a quick study. If you show him something—anything—it’s going to stick.”
“Shit…”
Luka looked between them, suddenly feeling like he might have screwed up. “Was that a bad thing?”
“Not exactly,” Slade hedged, like he didn’t want to tell Luka what was wrong. Fortunately, he’d come to identify that tone from his mate too.
“It’s okay if you want to order something,” Rand said. “It’s just that you need to let one of us know first, so we can make sure there is enough money on the card that goes with those numbers because they are linked to bank accounts.”
“Oh.”
“But it’s okay. One outfit isn’t going to cause an issue, all right?” Rand said.
“I understand.” Grinning up at him, he was glad it wasn’t an issue because he couldn’t wait for him to see it. “Does that mean you want to try it on now?”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
WHEN THE LAST candlewick caught fire, Slade paused to look around the room. On every surface, three or four candles flickered, creating an air of intimacy in the room. Gold sparked off the walls and the scents mingled together to produce a tantalizing aroma. Warm, soothing, which was a damn good thing because Slade’s hands were shaking a little as nerves hit. He couldn’t even explain why, just that he couldn’t stop fiddling with the straps and buckles on the leather jacket he wore, the whole thing resembling a reverse straitjacket. His legs were encased in formfitting leather pants with laces over the crotch, and rather than his usual ponytail, he’d left his hair loose.
Luka had taken one package and gone to the spare room to get dressed, while Rand had stayed in the living room, leaving Slade the bedroom and his wooden trunk. He couldn’t wait to see them, his imagination conjuring up images from the videos they’d watched together, but nothing prepared him for the sight of Rand coming through the door in white leather short-shorts, ankle-length white leather boots, and a sheer blue-and-white mesh crop top, with a stethoscope around his neck.
“Damn, Doc,” Slade purred. “Here to give me a checkup?”
“I don’t know. You’ll have to tell me your symptoms first.”
Slade loved that Rand was learning to unwind and flirt with them, displaying a confidence that had nothing to do with the things he’d learned in books.
“Well, let’s see,” Slade said, slowly letting his gaze travel over Rand, the candle flames making his outfit shimmer. “It feels like my heart is beating faster than normal, my stomach keeps doing odd flip-flops, and I’ve got this ache right here.”
Rubbing his hand over the front of his pants, he took a moment to enjoy the way the leather felt rubbing over him.
“Hmm,” Rand said, stalking closer, unwinding the stethoscope as he did and putting the listening pieces in his ears. He knelt in front of Slade, pressing the metal piece against his leather-covered chest, right over his heart. He was silent for several seconds, one arm over Slade’s shoulder, playing with his hair while he listened. “Yes, it does seem to be racing right now. Have you been engaged in any activities that could have caused it to be elevated?”
“Not yet, but I’m planning to be.”
“And the ache you’ve been experiencing, can you show me exactly where that is?” Rand asked as he slung the stethoscope back around his neck.
Taking his hand, Slade was more than happy to oblige him, pressing it to the growing bulge behind the laces of his pants.
“Something definitely feels a bit swollen down here,” Rand murmured. “I’ll have to get a closer look before I can make a diagnosis though.”
“Should I be worried, Doctor?” Slade asked, groaning as Rand continued to caress him. “Do you think it could be something serious?”
“Only if we can’t find a way to get the swelling to come down,” Rand whispered, gazing up at him. Movement near the doorway drew Slade’s attention to the vision in fur slinking into the room, twirling his tail in his hand.
“Fuck me,” Slade breathed, gasping when Rand rubbed a little firmer, making him wish he’d left the laces open and been done with it.
“Maybe,” Luka growled as he went to his knees and crawled across the floor, the cuffs of the hoodie falling over his hands to give the illusion of paws. “Or maybe we’d prefer you to fuck us.”
Slade could scarcely breathe when Luka rubbed his cheek against his leather-clad thigh, eyes seductively half-lidded as he let out the most adorable little growls.
“I think we may have discovered the source of your irregular heartbeat,” Rand murmured, hand on Slade’s chest where the stethoscope had been. “I can feel it pounding. Are you sure it’s good for you to get this excited?”
“I don’t know,” Slade moaned because Luka was rubbing his cheek over the laces now and tugging at the ends of them with his teeth. “You’re the doctor. Shouldn’t you be telling me?”
“I’m afraid there is a handsy little distraction making that very difficult,” Rand replied, from where he was kneeling beside Luka, running the fingers of his free hand through the fur of Luka’s hoodie.
“He’s very naughty, isn’t he?” Slade murmured, slipping a hand beneath Luka’s chin and raising his face so he could look into eyes that were already beginning to dilate. He brushed his thumb over Luka’s lips and listened to him hum before opening them, engulfing his thumb and beginning to suck on it, his gaze never leaving Slade.
“Oh, yes, perhaps he needs a lesson in how to behave,” Rand remarked.
“Are you out of your mind?” Slade hissed. “Let him be as naughty as he’d like. The naughtier, the better. In fact, I’m curious to see how naughty he can be with a bit of music and the promise of a lovely little treat if he’ll strip for me.”
“A treat, huh? What do you have in mind?” Rand asked.
There’s a leather tawse under the pillow, which I plan to redden his ass with if he does a good job dancing for us.
And after you do?
I’m going to spank you while you fuck him.
Rand’s pupils dilated a fraction, too, his lips parting a little, his tongue peeking out. Slade’s exceptional hearing clued him in to the fact that Rand’s heartbeat had picked up, too, his breath coming in soft little pants.
Slade instructed the smart speaker to play “Pour Some Sugar On Me,” loving the way Luka flicked his tongue out at him before pushing off on Slade’s thighs to get back to his feet, head down, dragging his hands up his own body as he straightened up, undulating like a snake. God, those hips and the way Luka swiveled as he turned, rolling his neck so his hair fanned out, that fluffy tail attached to his shorts swaying every time he moved. Rand had turned, too, so he could watch Luka shimmy, part the vest, reveal a shoulder, roll it forward, and then arch his back as he covered back up again, the fuckin’ tease.
He’d cast smoldering looks over one shoulder and shake his ass. With his hands pressed to one of the bedposts, he simulated fucking it, head thrown back, moaning, the sounds going straight to Slade’s cock, which was still firmly encased in the pants he was wishing he’d allowed Luka to peel open.
When Luka spun around, hands behind him on the post, wiggling until he was crouched down, licking his lips, staring at them, Slade said to hell with it and undid the laces himself, freeing his cock and stroking it in time to the music. Luka growled, that vest coming off and being flung on the bed, his hands caressing his chest and then slipping lower, shoving the front of those shorts down enough that Slade could watch him mimic Slade’s motions.
It was only when the song was winding down that he removed them completely, kicked off the boots, and crawled back across the floor to kneel in front of Rand, making out with him in a filthy display as the song came to an end.
“Get on the bed,” Slade growled. “Hands and knees, heads down, both of you!”
As they scrambled to do as he said, Slade reached beneath the pillow and retrieved the tawse, cracking it against his hand and making both of them jump. Chuckling, he did it again, only this time, all he got from them was a low gasp and a shaky growl, both reeking of anticipation and longing. It was a heady sound, one his wolf loved to prolong, prompting him to trace the tawse along their skin, letting them feel the stiffness of the leather.
He gave the first three spanks to Rand, hard ones designed to make him yelp and feel it through the leather shorts he still wore. The fourth smack he delivered just below the leather, making Rand gasp and bite back a moan, like Slade would really let him get away with that. He wanted to hear every sound they made, unrestrained, and made sure to remind Rand of that with the next two smacks he delivered.
“Get out of those clothes,” Slade instructed, watching Rand comply, his cock hard and dripping when he peeled off those alluring shorts. Satisfied with what he saw, Slade brought the tawse back and delivered several hard smacks to Luka’s ass, loving the way his skin turned red, Luka’s breathing ragged as he trembled and whined. Gasping, Luka’s hands gripped the blankets beneath him as he widened his knees a little and pushed his ass higher in the air.
Stroking the back of Luka’s neck, Slade gave him a moment for the trembling to subside, praising him as he did, telling him how beautiful he looked and how he couldn’t wait to see Rand fuck him. The next three smacks were lighter, designed to sting, while the final two made Luka cry out desperately.
Rand’s eyes met his, and Slade gave him a nod, scooting over to give him unfettered access to their mate. The aqua plug was removed, the pair having come to enjoy them over pausing to prep when they were already burning with desire. Slade had to admit he enjoyed seeing them there and toying with them when he felt his mates needed a reminder of how good he could make them feel. A few strokes to apply lube to his cock and Rand sank in, balls deep, drawing a moan of pleasure from Luka.
Withdraw, thrust, withdraw, Slade chased Rand’s next thrust with the tawse, drawing cries from both of them. Each smack shifted the plug inside Rand and drove him deeper into Luka. Slade’s cock was leaking, and the folds between his legs were growing slick in anticipation of having one of them inside him. Every swat was pushing them closer to the edge. Luka was trembling, his cheeks flushed, his groans deeper, raspy, broken, until he came with a growl, Rand fucking him through it until he came himself, ass red from the swats Slade had continued to give him until he did.
Laying the leather implement aside, Slade gently caressed his mates, easing them onto the bed in more comfortable positions, letting them cuddle with one another. In the quiet moments like these, when they were coming down off the rush of orgasm, their breathing still a bit rough as their hands grasped to hold one another, Slade gave thanks to the goddess for allowing him to have them in his life.
Where others might have rushed them, seeking their own pleasure, Slade loved these short pauses and the chance to tenderly care for the two of them who trusted him to give them the roughness they desired without actually hurting them. Their wolves let him know exactly what they needed from him and what they enjoyed, like the way Rand craved the heat spreading out along his skin from each of the smacks, while Luka craved the sharp stings of pain for the endorphins they released. At times, the high from them left him limp and floaty, deep in subspace and relying on his mates to care for him.
That was what Slade checked for now, urging Luka to open his eyes and to sip a bit of water. When his hands came up to hold the bottle and he focused on Slade with a dopey little smirk, he knew Luka was good to go for another round once he recovered. Rand was in a similar state, alert and clear-headed for the most part, the two still enjoying the shimmering aftershocks of orgasm and the languid feeling of muscles gone limp.
Drawing the blankets around them, he nudged Rand over, slipping into the empty space to lay between them, the pair instantly snuggling to his sides, their arms draping over him in a loose hug, like the ones they loved to envelop Luka in.
“Mmm,” Luka sighed, gently rubbing his face against the leather. “Soft. I like this. You should wear it more, please.”
“I think that can be arranged,” Slade promised, running his fingers through Luka’s hair. Now that was soft and had rapidly become a touchstone for him in any situation. “Just be careful of the buckles; we wouldn’t want you to get your hair caught in them.”
“I’m curious as to how we’re supposed to undo the buckles,” Rand murmured, drawing Slade’s attention to where he was fiddling with one, cursing it out beneath his breath and drawing giggles from Luka. Seeing Rand struggle had motivated him to skip the buckles and go straight for the laces he’d been playing with before.
“Oh, nice,” Luka murmured, found Slade’s cock free, and slid down his body so he could wrap his lips around it.
“Gah,” Slade gasped as Rand managed to get a hand into his jacket and pinch a nipple while Luka hummed. The little shit launched into the opening bars of “Pour Some Sugar on Me,” and when Slade reached to grip his hair in the hopes of yanking him up so Luka could ride him, Rand pinned Slade’s hand in Luka’s hair, kissing him while Luka worked his way through the song. Rocking his hips was impossible, with the way both of them had draped one of their legs over one of his, leaving him writhing and moaning against Rand’s lips.
He could feel himself getting close, that talented mouth of Luka’s driving him wild when it was suddenly withdrawn.
“Did you remember the rope?”
