Jack looked down at his phone with a laugh, sending off a quick text. He left his spot on the couch to slide his arms around his mate's waist as he cooked. "Sandy likes her."

"Perfect. I don't know what she would do if he hadn't."

"Continue on with her mood swings for eternity?"

"That sounds right."

"What're you cooking?" Jack rested his chin on Pitch's shoulder to watch him work.

"Food for the fridge, for leftovers."

Jack scoffed at the idea. "There's no such thing as leftovers."

"That's why I'm making it special. To put in the fridge for tomorrow." Pitch chuckled. "Although you can always eat it now."

"What's so special about tomorrow that we need leftovers?"

"I need to go somewhere."

"Where? You haven't mentioned this until now." He shifted to the side to look up at him better.

"My clan. I, uh...I need to make an appearance. They're starting to talk, to wonder if maybe I'm more focused on my boy toy than my work."

"But you are more focused on him than your work, right? I thought you gave up your work."

"Of course. You're my only concern now. But I figured talk to some people, sit in my lab for a few hours, and they'll calm down. They'll stop threatening to hurt you."

Jack stepped back in shock. "They've been threatening to hurt me?! Why haven't you told me about this before?"

"Because the threats didn't meant anything. They were just words from nobodies. But it's the council now, and that cannot be ignored."

"How long is this going to keep going on? If I become like you, are you still going to hide what I am and that you won't do their work anymore?"

Pitch looked up at him. "No. It would be easier if you were mine like that, but I won't force you. I can protect you. I can assuage them for now, so they'll give us a little more time."

"What would they do if they find out?"

"Kill you and kill me for loving you. Then probably kill your pack."

"How can you be so nonchalant about this? This is our lives. My pack's lives."

Pitch slammed his hands down. "Nonchalant? Jack, I assure you, I may seem calm but that's only because I'm fighting to control myself from ripping throats out. I would kill for you, Jack. I would kill to protect you, but I can't be that reckless. I'm trying to buy us, you, me, your pack, some time."

Jack slowly moved back to him, arms gripping him tightly. "I'm sorry," he whispered.

"I love you, Jack. Whatever I have to do, I would, if it means protecting you." Pitch bowed his head, his fingers finding Jack's. "I am yours. My allegiance is yours."

"I know," Jack sighed and buried his face against Pitch's chest. "I worry too much over all this. I don't want anything to happen for me to lose you."

"I'm yours, my love. I'll fight anyone who tries to separate us, vampire or wolf."

"As will I." He reached up to kiss the man's cheek. "You didn't have to make me food for tomorrow, you know. I'm perfectly capable of cooking for myself."

"I know, but microwave meals and mac and cheese don't count. You're mine now; not some teenage bachelor."

"Hey. I can cook way more than that. Just because I'm not as good as you doesn't mean I can't cook anything."

"You cook like a bachelor. You need proper meals, which I provide. So you will be a good boy and eat what I've made."

"Unless...I eat it all right now."

"You couldn't. You wouldn't!"

"I could, and I just might."

"I'll have to discipline you if you do."

"I thought we established I enjoy being disciplined too much."

"Jack, you naughty pup."

"You know you like it when I'm naughty." He looked up to lock eyes with his mate.

"Grab the pudding. Save the rest."

Jack's hands darted out to grab the pudding and spoon. He happily stood there munching on his snack. "Will you keep me updated tomorrow? So I'm at least not freaking myself out all day over it."

"I'll text every hour. And stop that!" Pitch took the spoon from Jack. "That's not for eating. Yet."

"Fine then." Jack started dipping his finger into the pudding instead. "But that means you have to clean off my hand when I'm done. This could get messy." He smirked at the vampire.

"You can do it that way, or we can take that bowl into your room and lick it off each other."

"I vote that option!" He took off running to his bedroom with a laugh.

"Knew you would," Pitch teased, following close behind. "I also have another request."

"And what would this request be?" Jack sat on the edge of the bed licking his fingers.

"I want you blindfolded. I want you and your wolf to trust me."

"But I do trust you." He gave a confused look.

"Then give me your sight."

"Okay then? What are you blindfolding me with?" Jack set the pudding on the bedside table and laid back.

Pitch walked to the chest of drawers and looked through the ties he had begun to move into Jack's space. "Do you trust me enough to give me your sight completely?"

"Of course. If I trust you with my life, I can trust you with that. My Alpha would never steer me wrong," he purred.

"Solid black it is." Pitch took the tie from the drawer and walked over to the bed. "Sit up, love." Jack did as he was told; he sat up and scooted to the edge so he could look up at his mate. Pitch tied the makeshift blindfold around Jack's eyes, plunging him into darkness. He leaned close and brushed his lips over Jack's face, narrowly avoiding his lips. "Clothes. Off."

Jack shivered in his desire to be kissed. After stripping his shirt over his head, being careful of the blindfold, he moved on to pants. "How do you want me, my Alpha?"

"We can do complete submission with you on your belly. Or you can lie on your back, and I can fold you in half."

"W-whatever you wish." He leaned forward to where he remembered Pitch being to brush his lips over the firm stomach.

Pitch moaned softly and carded his fingers through Jack's hair, scraping his scalp. "I want you to choose. Choose how your body will be dominated."

Jack nodded and slid back into the middle of the bed. He laid on his back, knees bent and opened. "Is this alright?"

Pitch licked his lips. "Open your legs wider." Knees moved farther apart, leaving him completely exposed. Jack wasn't too sure what to expect from all this, and his breathing picked up. Pitch closed the door, the sound of the door locking ringing out into the air. "I need your complete trust."

The white head whipped towards the noise. "You have it."

Pitch moved to the bowl on the side table, and he dipped the spoon in, collecting a large glob of pudding. "I'm going to take care of you tonight, love. I'm going to pleasure you and love you better than anyone ever has before me."

Jack laughed nervously, trying to pinpoint what his lover was doing. "You've already done that a million times. There's never been anyone as good as you."

"Don't try and guess what I'm going to do. Just open yourself to the experience."

"It's hard not to. My ears are going crazy right now."

"For now." Pitch held the spoon over Jack's lips, leaving a trail of pudding on the plump flesh. Jack gasped at the sudden touch of pudding, leaving him an open target for Pitch's tongue. Pitch traced each lip before slipping between them and kissing Jack passionately. The wolf moaned into their meshed lips and tried not to writhe beneath him.

"I want you to move, love. I want to know what makes you feel good," Pitch whispered, biting Jack's lower lip and lightly tugging at it. "Your reactions will direct my movements."

"Everything you do makes me feel good," he joked.

"Be serious, Jack. I am." He moved the spoon downwards, leaving a trail down here a neck with a small pool of dessert collecting to the hollow of his throat. His tongue and fangs followed, licking up every bit.

"I am being-" he gasped again. "Being serious. Everything you do to me feels good." Jack turned to bare his throat more at the feel of a fang scraping his skin.

Pitch looked up at Jack and smiled. He scraped Jack's skin again with his fangs. "Shall I bite you tonight?" Jack gulped loudly but nodded. He turned his head further to the side with a blush. Pitch gripped Jack's chin and held him still as he sank his fangs into the pale column, sucking hard. He ground against Jack's hip teasingly. If he didn't already trust this man, Jack would have been mortified by the loud moan that left him. Instead he took it all, unabashedly pushing himself against his lover in return. The loud sound of Pitch slurping and sucking at his neck filled the air. He released Jack's neck, blood covering his lips and chin. "Want me to do that again?"

Jack was panting eagerly beneath him. "Yes!" His hands blindly made their way into dark locks, tugging lightly with every suck. Pitch dragged the spoon down his chest and circled his nipples. He licked down the trail and gave Jack no warning before sinking his fangs down over one hard nub. The Were cried out under him. His back arched up to press himself closer to that delicious mouth. Before they'd started dating, he'd had no idea how much he would enjoy getting bitten. Pitch's bites were like points of ecstasy.

The vampire sucked eagerly at one nipple then switched to bite the other. He thrust his hips against Jack so their lower halves rubbed against each other. His hand slid up to caress Jack's throat, his thumb dipping into the hollow. Jack's grip on the man's hair tightened. His lips were left open in a soundless cry of pleasure as his length leaked against his mate's. Pitch slid his hand down and gripped Jack, squeezing the base of his length. "Don't come, not yet," he whispered, tonguing at the tip of Jack's nipple.

"More…," Jack breathed in return. His hips bucked up against Pitch's.

"How are you so fucking beautiful?" Pitch growled and dragged his teeth down Jack's belly.

"I was made for you." The muscles on his stomach tensed with every brush against them.

"Hold your legs open." Pitch dipped his tongue into Jack's navel, his fingers dragging down the tense abdominal muscles.

Jack reluctantly untangled his fingers from his lover's hair. He reached down to grip behind his knees, holding his legs wide open like he'd been told. "What're you doing next?"

"What do you think, lover?" Pitch skipped over Jack's length and moved to drizzle pudding between Jack's cheeks. He surged forward, licking, biting and sucking at Jack's hole and the sensitive flesh between there and his length.

A low moan turned howl escaped before he could stop it. Jack was suddenly thankful for the blindfold for hiding his watering eyes and the cheeks he knew were bright red. He hadn't been prepared to stop the wolf from sneaking through.

Pitch slid his hands up to grip Jack's. "Easy, my Alpha. Trust me," he growled, his voice deeper and less human. He thrust his tongue inside Jack and teasing him until he pulsed around his tongue.

"I-I do trust you," he groaned even as his head thrashed in response to Pitch's touch. His mind couldn't wrap around why this felt so much better than usual. Jack wasn't sure how much more he could take without coming all over his mate's face; even the image of that in his brain almost sent him over the edge. Sharp canines bit down on his lip.

Pitch gripped Jack's cock tightly. "Not yet. Not yet." He sucked at Jack's inner thighs, sinking his fangs into the pale flesh and sucking obscenely.

Jack nearly lost his grip on his legs at the sudden bite. "When?" he ground out when Pitch's grip prevented his hips from bucking up again.

"Not until I'm inside you, love. I want to feel you orgasm around me." Pitch poured a generous helping of pudding on Jack's length. "But you know I love torturing you." He mouth descended over Jack, sucking him into a warm mouth and onto an eager tongue.

"Y-yes." Jack bit back another howl, a strangled noise coming from his throat. He finally let go of his knees and let his legs wrap around Pitch's shoulders. His hands, being free once again, dragged through the vampire's hair to pull him closer.

"Let your wolf out. Let him enjoy this too." Pitch gripped Jack's thighs tightly, his head bobbing eagerly between them. "I'm sure he would enjoy letting me know how he feels having his dick sucked by a vamp."

The werewolf eagerly thrust up into Pitch's mouth, taking immense pleasure in the slight scrape of fangs at the base when he went deep enough. "He fucking loves it," Jack snarled, the intensity dialed back a bit without his piercing blue gaze to back it up. Pitch took Jack to the back of his throat and accepted the wolf with pleased moans. He pinched at Jack's nipple, the surrounding flesh wet with a mix of dessert and blood. He pricked Jack's flesh with a fang and eagerly swirled his tongue over the small wound. Jack groaned, taking a deep breath. "You make it so hard not to come."

"Wolves have an amazing refractory period." Almost as if he had been reading Jack's mind before, he pulled off Jack's length and nuzzled it. "You want to come on my face. Mark me as yours."

"And you want to wait until you're inside me. Who gets what they want?"

"Both. You'll get what you want and after a few seconds of prostate-prodding, I'll have you nice and hard again. Then I'm going to fuck you so hard that your thighs will be covered in bruises."

"Then get to it," he growled as he pressed himself up against Pitch's mouth again.

Pitch sucked at Jack's tip, tonguing the slit as he eagerly stroked him. He grabbed Jack's hand and moved it to his length. Their hands moved together to bring him towards orgasm. "I fucking love you." It wasn't long before Jack was coming with a loud howl. His head was thrown back into the pillows, body taut with overwhelming bliss. Pitch moaned at the warm liquid splashing up onto his face. When he felt Jack stop, he rubbed his face between Jack's thighs. He didn't give Jack a moment to recover before his tongue was thrust back into Jack's hole.

Jack waved the man away and pulled him back up to him. "I'm ready. Just fuck me," he breathed over Pitch's lips.

Pitch claimed Jack's lips in a deep kiss as he thrust all the way in, snapping his hips before his mate could prepare himself. "I love your voice."

"I love your dick," he joked breathlessly. Jack clung to him like he was drowning and Pitch was the only life raft. In no time at all he was back to full hardness and writhing against him once again. Pitch tugged Jack's head back, and he sank his fangs back into the soft flesh as he pounded against his sensitive hole. He pinched at his nipples and clung to his rear, covering Jack's body in sensations. Jack lost himself to the familiar heady feeling. The only thing that existed in the universe was his mate; his touch, his smell, his taste, his love.

"I want you to give me pups," Pitch growled. "I want to fill you and watch you carry them. I want to fuck you again and again and again getting you pregnant each time."

"I want them too." Jack pressed their lips together with a moan. "I want your pups."

Pitch grunted with the force of his thrusts, the bed banging the wall. "How can we have them? I'll fuck you in any way it takes."

"Same as humans." Jack was barely able to answer between his cries. "B-by chance!" He swore his voice rose an octave at a particularly hard thrust.

"Then I suppose we'll just have to keep fucking." Pitch smiled and held tightly onto Jack's hips. "I'm determined."

"Really? Couldn't help but notice that," he laughed.

Pitch growled and flipped Jack over to press him down into the mattress. "Did any of your other lovers fuck you this way?"

"N-never!" Jack pushed himself back against his lover's thrusts, burying his face into the sweaty sheets and taking in all the scents of their loving.

"No one has fucked you like I do." Pitch turned Jack's head, their kiss messy and desperate. "No one owns your hole like I do."

Jack nodded breathlessly. "Best...by far." HIs hand darted back to claw at Pitch's thigh.

Pitch growled at the sharp nails piercing his flesh. "And no one has submitted to me so beautifully as you."

"Only for you," Jack moaned. Every thrust drove him further into blissful delirium.

"Gonna come, love." Pitch sucked at Jack's neck, his thrusts increasing in speed and intensity. Jack's howl filled the room when he came, spilling onto the sheets he was crushed against. Pitch roared, Jack's tightness allowing him only a few more thrusts before he came deep inside of him. "Fuck, love."

"Love you…" He collapsed against onto the bed, feeling like a boneless heap of flesh.

Pitch lovingly licked over Jack's flesh in a manner similar to what he had seen other wolves do with their own mates. "I've had many women and men before in the past, and you are, hands down, the best."

Jack laughed tiredly. "I can't claim as many as you, but you're also the best." He felt everything in him relaxing under his mate's loving attention. "Can I take this off now?" He was already reaching for the blindfold.

Pitch helped him with the knot, the tie falling to the floor. He purred deeply, covering Jack's body with his protectively. His length shifted within Jack's body, but he kept it inside, kept his seed inside. "Did you imagine sex this good when we met?"

The wolf shook his head. "Couldn't imagine it if I tried." He glanced over his shoulder at Pitch. "What brought on the blindfold idea?"

"Research. Said it heightened the experience for the recipient, but also allowed the top more freedom. Your sight gives you restraint. I wanted you to be at my mercy." He smiled and kissed Jack deeply. "Bet your wolf would have laughed at the idea of you getting aroused by my bite."

"Definitely. I've never been one for biting in the past."

"And now?"

"I can't imagine not loving your bite."

"Did I hurt you down there when I cut you?"

Jack shrugged. "It might be a little sore in morning, but it was worth it."

"Oh Jack, you are perfection."

"Look who's talking."

"I'm only good if I can get hard. You make me hard. You make me lose control and want to be an animal with you."

It was at that moment Jack gave a very wolfish yawn. He chuckled. "Sorry the wolf came out to play tonight. I wasn't expecting that to happen."

"I don't mind. In fact, I think he should make more appearances."

"We'll see how it goes." Jack smiled at him.

"You have to admit, it was more fun having him around."

"It was definitely more animalistic like you wanted."

Pitch chuckled and kissed his cheek. "Didn't you enjoy it?"

"Very much."

"Then we should do it again. How about in the morning?"

"I'll have to see how I recover from this first. I might not even be able to walk, much less be fucked senseless."

"You always have the energy to be fucked senseless. That's one of the things I adore about you."

"My bruises might say otherwise in the morning."

"Don't worry. When we go again in the morning, I'll take care of you. That's what an Alpha is supposed to do for their mate, after all. I'll feed you, bathe you, carry you around, and love you exactly as you deserve."

"Then how could I refuse?"

"You can't. That's why I made the offer too good to refuse."

With a chuckle, Jack reached behind to pull his lover down closer, not a breath of space between them. "But that's not until morning. For now you have to continue taking care of your mate."

"My favorite thing to do," Pitch hummed, nuzzling against Jack. He reached down and pulled the blanket up to cover them both.

"Mine too." He dragged a pillow over to rest his head on. "I love you, Kozmotis," he mumbled tiredly.

"I love you too, Jack. My beautiful boy." Pitch wrapped his arms around Jack, holding him tightly as he fell asleep.