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"Prove you can be
submissive to me, Caleb," the man whispered hoarsely. "Suck my cock."
Caleb readily opened his
mouth and allowed Grayson to push his hard length inside. He doubted Grayson
knew how much Caleb really wanted this. It had nothing to do with being
submissive. He craved the feeling of Grayson's cock in his mouth.
Caleb groaned as drops of
pre-cum exploded across his tongue. The taste of the man hadn't changed in
twenty years, that was for sure. Caleb remembered it like it was yesterday,
sweet, tangy, and entirely too addictive.
Caleb closed his lips
around Grayson's cock and sucked as much of the man's length into his mouth as
he could. No matter how much he swallowed, Caleb was pretty sure a couple of
inches remained.
He did his best to make
up for that by pulling off the man and licking the sides. He even went as far
as to bend down and suck Grayson's balls into his mouth before moving back to
the tip of his cock again.
"Oh yeah, just like
that," Grayson groaned. "Fuck, your mouth feels like heaven, Caleb."
Caleb grinned around the
shaft in his mouth then went back to the job at hand. The small slit on the
head of Grayson's cock intrigued Caleb, especially the small drops of pre-cum
that seemed to be constantly leaking from there.
Caleb gripped the base of
the hard organ and licked at the slit like an ice cream cone. He could feel
Grayson's body shudder with each swipe of his tongue and hoped he was arousing
Grayson as much as he was aroused.
"Enough!" Grayson
suddenly growled as he pushed Caleb away.
Caleb sat back on his
heels and looked up at Grayson as he licked his lips. He bemoaned the loss of
the man's cock in his mouth but he was pretty sure it was going to be
somewhere else real soon if the pinched look on Grayson's face was anything to
go by.
"Get rid of your
clothes," Grayson ordered.
Caleb felt his legs shake
as he stood up and moved over to his pile of clothes. He turned to face
Grayson as he undid his jeans and pushed them down his legs. He couldn't help
but smile when he heard Grayson's deep inhale as his naked body was revealed.
Caleb hadn't bothered with underwear.
Still, Grayson's biggest
surprise was yet to come. Caleb came to the peace meeting with a plan in mind.
He knew if Grayson agreed to the mate covenant he'd end up getting fucked at
some point. He was prepared and then some.
Caleb cocked an eyebrow
at Grayson. "Where would you like me, Alpha Cane?"
Grayson's upper lip
curled as he growled, the sound rumbling through the quiet chamber. Caleb felt
pretty sure that Grayson was nearing the end of his control. Part of him
thrilled at the prospect, his skin tingling with anticipation.
Another part of Caleb had
to be tamped down. The alpha wolf in Caleb demanded that he attack and make
Grayson submit to him, that he should be the top wolf. It would be a battle of
wills to see if Caleb could control that instinctual part of himself.
Grayson pointed to the
bed of blankets he'd made. Caleb could feel Grayson's eyes follow him across
the room almost like a caress along his naked skin. Caleb almost stumbled as
he stepped onto the blankets and knelt down on his hands and knees, the desire
to grab Grayson and wrestling him down to the bed almost more than he could
take.
Caleb didn't remember
this need to dominate Grayson when they were together all those years ago but
they weren't alphas then. That must be why the need was there now and not
then. Caleb gritted his teeth as he lowered himself down onto the blankets. He
needed to maintain control at least until Grayson claimed him. He could deal
with the fallout after that, when he was alone.
"Fuck, I figured out your
plan, Alpha Redding," Grayson said. "You're going to kill me and take over
both clans."
Caleb wiggled his ass,
knowing without a doubt that Grayson's eyes were on the black butt plug in his
ass. "I wanted to make sure I was prepared to submit to you, Alpha Cane. I'm
your second in command now and I'm supposed to anticipate your needs before
you have them."
Grayson's response was a
cross between a chuckle and a snort. "I think you'll make a very able second
in command."
Caleb yelped when
Grayson's hand came down on his ass then quickly turned red with
embarrassment. He couldn't ever remember anyone smacking his ass. He certainly
never heard a yelp come out of his mouth before.
Grayson was going to
think he'd turned into a weenie in the last twenty years. Caleb was sure of
it. The trembling of his body didn't help any but Caleb couldn't seem to stop.
He almost slanted his ass up to receive another smack just so he could feel
Grayson's hand on his body.
He got his wish when
Grayson's hand stroked down the middle of his back to where the butt plug sat.
Caleb's head reared back and a strangled moan slipped past his gritted teeth
when Grayson began fiddling with the plug, wiggling it.
"Grayson!"
"Do you like that,
Caleb?" Grayson asked. Caleb was mollified by the fact that Grayson's voice
didn't sound too steady. He didn't want to be the only one feeling out of
control right now.
"Wish it was you," he
said instead, because he did. As much as he needed to dominate Grayson, he
also needed to feel the man's cock pound him into the blankets below. Caleb
had been planning for years to be exactly where he was right now.
"It's the alpha's duty to
see to the needs of his clan members."
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