Part 8
The Trap
The noise in the bar was deafening. The wolf pack was in full-on party mode, in midst of what they deemed a "Pup-Crawl." Sebastian was trying his best to be in the thick of it. He'd spent most of his evening with his arm around Hunter's neck. That part had been easy. It was the not-so-subtle whisper campaign that was work. Pack Dalton was toasting them and howling, buying rounds of drinks for the bar and repeating their names to as many people as possible.
Things had been happening fast since Sebastian woke up that morning with his head resting on Hunter's chest. Someone had thrown a blanket over them and the scent of his mate was so overwhelming, Sebastian wanted to die happy right then and there. For many long minutes, he pretended as though he were still asleep, afraid to move and end the magic they'd touched on the night before. Hunter had agreed to let Sebastian help him and maybe, just maybe win the man over in the process. Sebastian had been rejected in the worst way and he didn't want to push Hunter any further away. Once they were both up and moving, Sebastian was careful to allow the space Hunter's feral wolf seemed to need. Instead he focused all his energy on a plan to free his mate of danger once and for all. The rest would have to work itself out.
A tickle in the back of his mind made Sebastian aware that Hunter was trying to dig around in his head again. It was getting easier to block the telepathic link between them. Sebastian simply sent an image of Hunter right back to his mate; as if showing the man what he looked like through Sebastian's eyes might help him change his mind. At least it succeeded in making Hunter smile. Baby steps.
That morning Sebastian had looked at Hunter with sleepy eyes who was quietly watching him. There were fingers running gently along his back, Hunter's fingers, in a rare moment of affection. "We have a lot to talk about." Hunter had said to him. What did that mean? It was good right?
"Too bad that mind reading thing doesn't work both ways." Sebastian smiled sadly at his mate. Letting Hunter go after this was going to be the hardest thing he'd ever do. "I'm going to save you."
"Again?" Hunter's eyebrows went up slightly and the question had a note of teasing in it. The scale for saving was tipped slightly in Sebastian's favor after all.
"Again," Sebastian agreed. "Let's get to work."
That's how they ended up here, at the third bar of the night, celebrating the mating of Hunter Clarington of Colorado, and Sebastian Smythe of Dalton. It had been Wes and David's idea to broadcast as loudly as possible, and Sebastian's idea to make the whole thing seem as though Pack Dalton was bragging about pulling one over on the rogue pack.
Wes and David had shown up that morning ready for a full report. Sebastian gave it to them. Jeff and Nick were there too, standing as seconds for Hunter who had apparently won them over the night before. The moment Sebastian described Hunter's father and what he thought happened, Jeff found the man on a most wanted list for theft, arson, destruction of property, kidnapping, and murder. According to Jeff, the crimes were unrelated to the death of Hunter's parents.
"Dude, is that the FBI database?" Nick had whispered to Jeff who slammed the laptop shut as if he were being caught sneaking sweets from the kitchen.
"Hacking is wrong." Jeff pointed to various people around the room, trying to emphasize the point as if it would make Wes stop looking at him with that silent, lethal expression.
That's how they ended up at three more bars, celebrating three more times. Each time the wolves would drink, sing, and dance. It all seemed like a big celebration, but an observant person might have seen the wolf pack pretending to drink or merrily passing off a drink to a bar patron. Not one member of Pack Dalton was actually drunk, even though Jeff and Nick made a good show of acting like frat boys. To them, this was a hunt, and hunting was serious business.
"I wish you wouldn't shut me out." Hunter appeared at his side with alcohol on his breath. Apparently, his mate hadn't listened to the briefing about staying alert. Unlike the other pure wolves, his half-bred mate could get shit faced drunk if he took in enough alcohol. Sebastian would have to watch the man more closely.
"Why would I let you in when you made it clear you don't want me?" Sebastian could feel Hunter frantically trying to get into Sebastian's mind. "You're not drunk right?" The mating bond echoed an almost desperate kind of loneliness.
"No. Why are you helping me, if you're going to let me go?" Hunter was searching Sebastian's face for clues.
"You're my mate Hunter. I'd take a bullet for you." Sebastian had spent all day and most of the night trying to avoid the sense of longing and abandonment coming at him from that direction. "Why do you want to know?"
"Because." Hunter swallowed hard and got close to Sebastian's ear, "I've never met anyone like you. When I'm…" The confession was interrupted by the Pack who toasted them yet again, bought another round for the bar and moved on. The Pack could be relentless when they wanted to be.
"Do you really think this will draw Damien out of hiding?" Blaine said to Sebastian as they drove back to the Smythe mansion. Kurt and Hunter were sleeping like babies in the back seat of Blaine's station wagon.
"I hope so." Sebastian was brooding and looking out the window. He'd combed his hair forward that night and his bangs nearly touched his eyes. "I want him to be safe."
"What's going on with you two? I mean, I can see a disconnect between the way he looks at you and the way you look at him. It's like he's confused and you're punishing him. I don't mean to pry…"
"Then don't." Sebastian crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes. "Leave it."
Blaine gave a sympathetic smile. "You must really like him. I can't remember the last time I saw you shut down so completely."
"He's my mate." Sebastian said sourly.
"Mate's don't always get along. One thing though, I've never known you to give up. Not when something you really want is on the line." Blaine shrugged at the dirty look Sebastian gave him, "okay. It's not my business, I'll drop it."
Sebastian thought about that as he lifted his mate from the car and walked to his room. If he were being honest, there was no way he'd ever give up on his mate. Whatever trust issues between them, Hunter wasn't sleeping anywhere but in his arms. That was the one guilty pleasure he'd allow himself. Even if skin to skin contact with his destined mate would give him a raging boner and probably deny his sleep, he wanted that one thing.
It was somewhere around 4am when he felt the squeeze at his hip. "Why are you still blocking me?"
Why wasn't Hunter asleep yet? Wasn't he drunk?
"I'm not drunk." Hunter insisted and Sebastian reminded himself that speaking out loud when he didn't mean to was a bad idea.
"You don't want me Hunter. Why does it matter if you can't read my mind?" Sebastian was uncomfortably hard from Hunter squirming all over him, as if the effort would allow the other man to crawl under his skin.
"Because you're the only person who has ever been able to shut me out." Hunter's hand slid up Sebastian's bare chest and came to rest on his collarbone. Dear sweet merciful den mother, this man was trying to kill him. "And you're wrong." There was a pause and Sebastian held his breath waiting for Hunter to finish that statement. "I do want you. I just...don't know what to do."
That was it. That was so fucking it. Sebastian growled with pent up desire for his mate and rolled over, throwing the blankets aside and maneuvering himself on top of Hunter. And fuck, he hadn't accounted for the jolt of pleasure that ran up his body as his cock slid against Hunter's hip. "I want you too. Will you let me have you Babe?" Sebastian was kissing his mate desperately then, trying to communicate the kind of need pulsating through his body. "You don't know how to be with me." Sebastian tugged Hunter's bottom lip out between his teeth and let it snap back. Words were not enough to convey how much he wanted the man beneath him. There wasn't a part of Hunter he didn't want to ravage, taste, and take for himself. He wanted the fire between them to burn so hot that it would leave scars.
"Fuck." Hunter panted. "That's fucking hot." In Sebastian's desperation, Hunter had snuck into his mind, the feeling pulsing down the mating bond was a mixture of lust and relief at the wolf being so close. How long had his mate been lonely like this? "Please…" Hunter actually sounded desperate and the man's cock was rapidly growing.
"Let go. Be with me." Sebastian repeated and let one of his claws elongate so he could rip the underwear from his mate's body. Later he could worry about replacing one of his favorites, but for now he couldn't be bothered to wait longer than he had to. It was all he could do to reach for the lube at his bedside table. "I can't stop Hunter. I need you so fucking badly."
Hunter was shaking his head and trying to make words while Sebastian positioned himself on top of his mate. One of the greatest advantages to being a purebred werewolf was the faster than normal healing. It was a good thing too, because prep wasn't something on his mind. He needed to connect with his mate and he needed it now. In the next moment, he was slicking Hunter's cock with lube and lining himself up.
"Let go." Sebastian said as he sank down slowly on Hunter's cock. It burned like hell but Sebastian felt so desperate he didn't care. Normally he would have given himself time to adjust to the stretch of his hole, but Hunter was beneath him and panting. "Let go, Babe."
"Fuck." Hunter was panting and holding his eyes shut.
Sebastian grabbed his mate's chin as he began to move along Hunter's shaft. "Look at me." Let there be no mistake as who Hunter was with. The man opened his eyes and the two of them connected. Sebastian arched his back up and bent over to kiss his mate. Hunter kissed back desperately, all teeth and tongue. He pushed his own loud thoughts outward as their mouths explored each other, wanting Hunter to catch them. 'I want you so fucking much. I need you.' "You're the hottest thing I've ever seen, you know that?" 'Stay with me. Stay Hunter. Be my mate.'
Hunter could barely answer and Sebastian took the hint and began riding him with determination. There was no telling when his mate might allow him to do this again. Hunter was half human and getting that part of him on board with the mating was proving to be a challenge. "Let it go." Sebastian was starting to sweat and holding his own orgasm back was getting harder and harder as Hunter thick cock raked across his prostate. "I want to see you come." 'I want to feel you lose it inside me.' Sebastian was holding his cock and began stroking over it as he fucked himself on Hunter's erection. "I'll be right there with you. Just let go."
Again, Hunter tried to avoid the intimacy of eye contact and looked away. Sebastian growled and brought the man's focus back towards himself. His mate was a control freak, but Sebastian wasn't backing down from this challenge. "Do it."
Hunter's muscles tensed and his head went back as he cried out, claws went out and slammed themselves into Sebastian's headboard, leaving splintered wood behind. He cried out and Sebastian saw the man's eyes go wolf yellow as he felt the jolt of Hunter's cock, emptying himself inside Sebastian. Fuck if that didn't turn Sebastian on all over again. Sebastian's own eyes answered the mate's call and he leaned forward, sinking his canines into Hunter's shoulder, stroking himself and spurting milky, white jets of come all over Hunter's chest and stomach.
The marking must have made Hunter's cock slip out of him because now he missed the feeling of being full and the burn from the stretch was gone, only the longing to be closer to Hunter remained behind. His eyes still wolf yellow, he licked over the mark he'd re-made and slowly brought himself back to reality.
It was Hunter who spoke first. "Is it always this…messy?" Sebastian wasn't the mind reader and the mating bond was giving conflicting signals of desire, shock, and a little bit of embarrassment so there was no way to know what Hunter was really thinking.
Sebastian chuckled and kissed a trail along Hunter's neck. "You mispronounced hot." The smirk was back on his face. "Let's clean you up then." He stood and offered his mate a hand. "Shower." Letting go, he turned to walk towards the bathroom and stopped halfway to speak over his shoulder, "and if you're not careful I just might get you to fuck me again in the shower."
"You're not human.." Hunter breathed with a look of absolute disbelief on his face.
"Nope." Was Sebastian's snarky reply.
