Page 42 of The Betas: Rene
“Ma Vie, do you need to eat or would you like to take a shower?” Frankie could tell that René made this offer reluctantly, to be considerate of Frankie’s needs, even though his wolf had an eager gleam in his eyes. He wanted to pick Frankie up and take him to bed.
Frankie shook his head, his heart pounding. “No, I want you. Let’s go to bed.”
René led Frankie back to a beautiful room decorated in gold and greens. On the windows hung natural wood shutters in a golden pine that matched the bedroom furniture. A multicolored afghan with a colorful Native American print was draped over the bed. Frankie sat down on the green sheet and ran his hand over the bed coverings. The cotton felt soft to the touch. René put his hands on Frankie’s shoulders and pushed him down onto the mattress amid green, yellow, and burgundy pillows.
“Ma Vie, I’ve waited only two days for you, yet it feels like forever. Let me undress you. I want to belong to you and for you to belong to me.” René knelt on the bed before Frankie and removed his shoes and socks, kissing his instep. He stood next to him and unbuttoned his shirt, slipping it off Frankie’s shoulders, kissing each shoulder as it was bared. His Beta undid his belt, opened the closure at the top of his dress pants and unzipped the zipper. With Frankie’s assistance, René removed his pants before pulling Frankie to him.
His wolf worshiped Frankie with his lips, gliding them over Frankie’s mouth. The blissful sensations shot from his lips to his cock. Frankie opened his mouth for him. His wolf’s eyes turn slightly pink.
His wolf’s tongue explored the inside recesses of Frankie’s mouth. When Frankie met René’s tongue with his, his wolf pursed his lips and sucked Frankie’s tongue into his own mouth. Shivers rolled down Frankie’s spine. His erection throbbed. Their tongues dueled for dominance.
René broke away, eyes a slightly darker red. He ran his lips over the line of Frankie’s chiseled cheekbone and over to his ear. He lightly worried the earlobe with his teeth. René licked Frankie’s eyebrows and kissed his eyelids, making his way back down to Frankie’s open mouth.
Frankie turned and rubbed his face in René’s chest. The fuzz over his lover’s pecs was a novelty to Frankie as all the guys from the clubs waxed their chest hair away. Frankie found he liked the rough feel of the coarse hair beneath his face. He nuzzled and played in the whorls of fur. René trailed his mouth down to Frankie’s nubs. Delightful sensations rocked him, and Frankie arched his back.It really was different when you were making love.
René worried at his nubs, biting one while pinching the other. Frankie couldn’t believe his cock leaked so much precum from just making out. The well of his navel filled with the precum dripping from his cock and spilled over his hip down to the sheet. Wracked with shudders and building need, he didn’t know how long he could hold out.
René murmured, “You’re so beautiful, my Mate, so finely made. Your back calls to me, skin stretched over defined muscles that ripple when you move. I watch you and the grace of your movements, your innate strength. It all sings a siren’s song that I can’t resist. I love the way emotion plays over your face. I like that I can read what you’re thinking. I love everything about you, Mate. I’m grateful to the gods for making you mine.”
René slid his big hand down and palmed Frankie’s cock. Sweat beaded on Frankie’s upper lip.
“Oh God, I’m close. I want you inside me.”
“Easy, Ma Vie…we have all night.”
René’s feather light touches roamed over Frankie’s chest, and his cock was so hard, he thought it would break off. His wolf never let up.
“I adore the taste of you, my Mate. I want to lick every inch of your skin, but this piece, in particular, is mine.” He ran his tongue over Frankie’s collarbone and stopped in the middle, grabbing the fleshy part in his teeth. “Soon, I’m going to bite you right there and mark you as mine, forever,” his wolf growled, low and sensual.
Frankie took a calming breath. “I never knew I could love anyone the way I love you. You complete me.”
“You are mine, Frankie Ferone, and soon the world will know it. I will take you in the manner of the loup garou and on Saturday, in the manner of humans. I want to bind you to me in every way known to wolf or man. You are the other half of myself.” René caught Frankie’s mouth in his and deepened his possession. This time he didn’t stop to murmur words of love. This time he was lost in the throes of passion.
René moved his face down to the juncture between Frankie’s thighs and palmed his cock. His tongue followed the rim and down the sensitive underside of his balls. He took the balls in his mouth, one at a time and moved them, played with them, sucking first one then the other. René’s mouth kept moving around Frankie’s cock. Frankie could barely keep track of it. His cock and balls tingled with joy in anticipation of René’s tongue. It felt like it licked everywhere at once. He let out a loud groan.
René’s mouth swept down, and he swallowed Frankie’s cock. His agile tongue curled around its girth. His wolf continued to lick even as Frankie’s rod plunged down his throat.
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Renécame up for air. “I need to take you now. I’ll embarrass myself like a half-grown pup if I don’t.”His hand snaked under the pillow for the numbing lube. René turned Frankie over. He ran his tongue over his Mate’s high, tight and well-formed ass. The muscles on Frankie’s back rippled in anticipation. René opened the cap. It made a clicking sound. He put the lube on the night table. Frankie shook. René reached down and pulled Frankie’s cheeks apart. He bent over and licked the sides of his Mate’s ass. His lover cried out. René went still. Frankie, still panting, said, “I’m okay, don’t stop.”
His body quaking, his cock throbbing, René whispered, “I want you to come with me, can you wait?”
“I can wait, for you. I want us to come together with you inside me, biting my shoulder and knotting us together.”
René used his tongue to prepare his lover for his first finger. Frankie groaned, trembling, just as Martin had predicted. The wolf, happy that he pleased his Mate, poured some lube over his finger and smiled. The first finger slid in with a liberal application of lube. René carefully stretched the sphincter, moving around the circle of the muscle until he felt Frankie was ready for the second finger.
Frankie begged, “Soon, take me soon…”
“Not until you take four fingers.”
“I can’t wait that long.” His Mate moaned.
“Yes, you can and will,” René replied with steely determination. “I will not hurt you. Just because the numbing lube removes some of the burning sensation, doesn’t mean that I should take less time to prepare you. I am not bragging, but I am a big man. To penetrate you without proper preparation might lead to me tearing you, and then we would be unable to make love for weeks.”
“Okay,” Frankie grumbled, “but hurry.”
René chuckled. He removed the first finger and held out two fingers, on which he carefully poured lube. For good measure, he dribbled some extra lube down Frankie’s cheeks. Trembling with anticipation, again, he spread his Mate’s beautiful ass and did the slow work of stretching him to accept his cock. By the time René readied the fourth finger, Frankie had writhed all over the bed.
