Chapter 11: The process

Ethan's POV-

He was eager, to say the least- completely submissive. The way he let me have my way with him, the way he always trusted me, the way he knew that I knew what to do. He's perfect. I could smell the anticipation, the want, the need to be around me. I could feel that pull Morell spoke of. It's amazing that with the little he truly knows about my supernatural life he can make me feel, when I'm around him or when I think of him, so….. natural. How I did before I became a werewolf. This is called a gift by the ignorant few that don't understand what being this… monster.

I'm losing myself in my brother and I'm the only one who knows it. I can't just tell the pack I can't fuse with Aiden anymore because anything not of use to Deucalion is thrown away, and when Deucalion throws something away he is very thorough. I can't risk my brother's life like that, if I did I'd be considered even more of an abomination than I already am.

Once we stopped stealing each-others oxygen and our vigorous groping, I motioned for us to leave. The moon was already on the rise and I could feel my body ache. He climbed on the bike and snaked his arms around my waste. His entire body must have been bathed in the smell of innocents. His sweet scent was already making me hard.

My arousal scraped against the zipper of my pants and immediately I regretted going commando. Thank God our predestined area wasn't too far. As the landscape turned from the mid-sized buildings in his neighborhood to large trees in the forest I heard his heart rate increase. I already knew this would happen.

We rounded the last corner to the edge of the reserve. His heart rate slowed as my hand found his. The healing capabilities of a werewolf don't only work on pain but also other feelings too. His palm was soft and his fingers were dusted with light sweat from his prior eagerness. We walked along a unseen dust trail that I used my scent to map out. Could smell the scented candles long before he could.

Before long we reached our camp site. The tent was set up, there were blankets and pillows sprawled across the soft green grass, and a small fire burned brightly in the center. He looked at me with tears in his eyes then lacrosse tackled me.

I was dazed when I opened my eyes seconds later. For a human Danny is pretty damn strong. I wasn't even expecting it.

More and more my mate surprises me.

I wrestled with him until I won my way on top again and had him pinned under me. His eyes glimmered in the camp fire's light. He was an angel. He let a small whimper of want escape his lips before tried to unbutton my shirt. I let him… all he wanted to do was, … well me. I could see it in the gentle flutter if his eyes and hear the vigorous stammering of his heart inside his chest.

I love it this power that we share over one another every time I see him I want to make him writhe in pleasure. I don't know how I've contained myself so far.

By now he's undoing my belt. He's still fully clothed. I don't like that. Bordering on human and supernatural I lift him and pull him, hips first, to the nearest tree.

Mine.

Danny's POV-

Those same red eyes.

It takes me a second to readjust to my new perspective. Same sexy lips, check. Beautifully chiseled-to-perfection chest, check, and those honeydew brown eyes that bore into my soul everytime I see them, check. Definite check. Okay 2 checks. Immediately his lips latch onto my neck and a vibration of heat crackles through me. That's it I am in shambles. All day and all night this one boy has been on my mind.

Before I can take in my first breath he already has me in nothing but my boxers. The rest of my afternoon attire is at my feet.

"Ethan," I can't help but moan aloud, "please…"

Great, he's ignoring me. I'm guessing that he will take his own sweet time with me. The bulge currently occupying the front of my pants hasn't stopped its relentless pressurizing and I feel as if I'm going to burst. He steps even closer and cups me through the thin layer that is currently separating us. I can feel him, how big he is. If I could only…..

He stops my hands before they can touch him. My body, apart from my own accord, rises. I wrap my legs around his waist and lick a strip of skin from the crook of his neck to his slightly pinkish earlobe. His body quakes and I can feel his resolve fading. He wants to make the memorable for me. In my opinion I don't just really want rough off the wall sex, but then again he could hurry up.

Because of the blistering speed I can't tell where we are again until I feel as small pillow below my back. One word comes to mind. Missionary.

His head goes down and I feel his warm, wet, and silky mouth on me. I'm sorry, me. The other me. The one that stands to attention every time this captain is on deck.

His mouth is what I never dreamed it would be. The bobbing of his head, and that way the flat of his tongue touches my head. Aside from the great blowjob and the candles shinning in the moonlight, its an eerie feeling about tonight.

I'm keeping my eyes on him.

I think I just heard a twig snap.

Definitely keeping my eyes on him.

I feel the pressure for release. "Please, Ethan, please, please E., please, please, Eth," that's all that comes out before I bust. The entire world slows down. My back arches so much that I feel his palm pushing down on my ribcage to stop me from breaking it. Unfortunately visuals aren't helping my euphoria. I never get to see a drop. He swallows, all of it.

He comes back up and places his dick at my entrance.

"Danny, are you sure," he asks, "I can wait." I can't for words right now due to my orgasm induced coma so I just shut him up with my own lips.

I feel him enter me and then that's it I can't feel another thing. I black out.

AN: Sorry this chapter is short. I'm back! Took some time off and now I'm ready to get back up and running. Sorry for the loss of promises. I'll keep going if you want. I apologize (x1000000)

P.s: This new season is amazing. Seriously. Fucking amazing.