Chapter 21 - 20. Crappy Plan [M]

Greg looked up and stared at his lover's face twisted with pleasure. With his eyes closed, Connor let his body absorb the waves of pleasure that washed over him one after the other. The doctor's tongue slid with relentless languor down the length of his cock and a trickle of pre-cum dripped down his stomach.

Greg's hand was lying on his pubis moved down to his already twitching hole while the other one held his lover's thigh firmly to keep open access to his member. Greg engulfed the penis in his mouth and reveled in the taste of the warm skin. With a constant movement, he moved up and down applying just the right amount of pressure for a suction effect that drove his lover crazy.

As he moved up the shaft, his tongue curled around the tip which it licked restlessly as a finger slipped into the lustful hole. Connor's cave was already stretched from their last night plays, so he couldn't take the stimulation that was far from sufficient. He wanted his lover to fill him. He wanted him deep inside and as quickly as possible. Connor's hands gripped Greg's face to make eye contact. And Greg liked what he saw. Legs shaking with pleasure, swollen lips because of their burning kisses, and teary eyes begging for whatever his evil imagination could conceive of. That's what Connor was right now.

The agent's cock popped out his man's mouth in a naughty sound. Greg licked his lips hungrily. His eyes didn't avert from the body beneath him, which showed traces of his assaults the night before. The WIA agent's skin was covered in love bites and kiss marks. From his neck to the inner thighs, several red circles of different sizes and hues, but also bites, testified to the fever that had possessed his lover during their hot session.

Greg straightened up and reached out to grab the bottle of lube that was on the nightstand. He squeezed a large amount onto his already fully erected cock and dropped it somewhere in the bed. Eyes clouded by his impure thoughts, he slowly stroked his erection, eyes locked with a Connor half clouded by the desire who had taken over his consciousness.

Greg leaned on the bed and lay down behind his boyfriend. He guided his cock inside the hole. The walls sucked him in and then gently massaged his penis. He couldn't hold back the sudden gasp as he felt the sensation surrounding his member. He dug his teeth into his lover's shoulder before locking his torso in a firm yet tender embrace.

Greg started to move. He slowly withdrew his cock from the warm walls leaving only the tip and slammed back inside. The aggressive impact of Greg's hips against Connor's buttocks each time raised a wave of pleasure more intense than the last one.

"You like it, right? When I go deep like that. Hm? Tell me. You like it, Sweatheart? Hm? "

The man moaned under his repeated assaults. The doctor was careful to aim each time at the same point which caused an electric current to go up along his spine. He put his hand against his lover's belly and pressed lightly. He could feel the movement of every thrust within and that simple fact made his desire even greater.

He felt his cock bulge and Connor's moans filled the room. With one hand he grabbed the doctor's neck and with the other, he gripped the sheet tightly between his knuckles. He was a mess of moans and tears. When Greg felt his inside start to tremble, he lifted Connor's leg. With this position, he penetrated even more deeply, but could easily change the direction of his thrusts and thus prolong the slow and sensual agony of his lover.

"No! More, please. There! Fuck me harder there. "

"Are you talking about that spot, babe?" Greg teased his lover by aiming a long thrust to his sweet spot once then returned to his random thrusting movements. He saw Connor's hand approaching his pitifully abandoned penis and he grabbed the naughty hand before continuing his torture.

"L-Let me cum, please. I- want- I want cum! " Tears rolled down the cheeks of the man whose senses were completely drowned in pleasure. Greg's hips quickened back and forth and soon the room was filled with the sounds of their sweat-soaked bodies pounding against each other. Connor's hips moved like a perfect counterbalance. He wanted to be released so badly. His whole body was tense and his inside was sensitive with every little movement.

When he felt the chest of his lover shaking by an uncontrollable hiccup, the doctor decided to release him finally. He stopped to change position and placed himself between the legs of the man who locked him in a tight embrace. Their mouths united in a lustful kiss leaving no time for their tongues to rest. Greg's one licked every corner of his lover's mouth as he mercilessly pounded his hole. Soon he felt the walls contract and Connor's cock that was kneaded between their two bodies pressed together released his warm white liquid. After a few more pushes, Greg released his seed deep inside his lover.

The doctor collapsed on his boyfriend who was catching his breath. After a chaste kiss that surprised Connor after everything he had just done, he lay down in bed and let his man come and snuggle up to him. There was a moment until their breathing returned to normal and the agent was the first to break the silence.

"Did you just try to kill me?"

Greg chortled and kissed his temple. "It's only pleasure, babe. You won't die from it. "

"Are you sure? I'm pretty sure you almost fucked my life out of my body." He asked in a serious tone that reminded the doctor of the rare cases of death during sex he had heard of. He decided to reassure his lover with a white lie.

"Yes, I am."

Connor nodded even though he didn't seem a hundred percent convinced.

"You're stuck with me now. That was the deal, babe. You aren't going back on your words? " He asked after a short hesitation.

"No! Never! I-I like our deal as well but… You know that I might need my legs to follow this crappy plan? "

"Crappy?" A childish smile spread across the lips of the man with the ultramarine gray eyes. "Are you aware that you're the one who decided this plan and initiated it despite my opposition?"

"Yeah, and you ended up joining my cause, not without wresting an unlimited pass to my ass. I'll start to think that you're only after my body. " He scolded the man.

"I asked that we move in together. I'm not responsible for how you interpreted this with your evil mind."

"You came onto me."

"You didn't refuse me."

With a falsely offended look, he turned to the doctor who was staring at him amusedly. Connor planted a kiss on the appetizing lips, then stroked the contours of the man's face with his fingertips. A comfortable silence enveloped them and the two men were each immersed in their thoughts. After several minutes, Greg called his boyfriend who had dozed off.

"Are you going to do it?"

"Yeah. I have to. I can't let it go like this. And if we do nothing, he may lose his mate and regret it the day he finally hears reason. "

"They might kill us. We're going to break into a pack's territory. A traditional pack. "

"We just have to pray that our asset as a member of the WIA on a lovesick alpha delivery mission will work."

"What if it doesn't work?"

"Don't think that way, you're going to bring us bad luck."

Greg sighed and locked the younger man in a hug. "I swear that if we get out of there without a scratch, I drag you by force to an altar and you will take my name whether you like it or not."

"Who said you'd need to drag me?" Connor said with a mischievous smile and the doctor's eyes widened in surprise. He was about to speak back when the man turned his back on him.

"We have a long trip so I'm going to get more sleep. Wake me up around seven, please. "

Greg bit back his words and stood up again in shock at what he had just heard.

After that night of finding out about the existence of the omega Connor suspected to be Glen's fate mate, the doctor had searched and found information about the unknown werewolf pretty easily. By serendipity, they learned that the omega that crossed their alpha friend's path was none other than the one his pack was pushing him to mate with.

The news had both released a weight and added a dose of anxiety to Connor who then discovered that Glen wasn't the only candidate for the mating proposal and that a banquet to decide Bloodhood's next alpha was going to take place in a few days.

Caught off guard, the agent then devised a plan that was as dangerous as it was daring. However, after all his attempts to talk to Glen and make him listen to reason, this was his last resort.

Greg slipped out of bed and put on a pair of sweatpants before leaving the bedroom. He was pouring himself a glass of orange juice when a voice called out from behind him.

"You were really into it."

Leaning against the counter, Glen stared at the man in front of him with a teasing gaze. Greg smiles in response.

"Hello Glen, did you…" He paused as he saw the dark circles even bigger than last time and the alpha's pale complexion. He lost weight again. "Sleep well?"

"Yeah. It was okay, "Glen replied with an uneasy laugh. "I'm glad to see that at least one person in this house is having fun." He raised an eyebrow as he stared at the doctor's chest, who looked down and saw the scratches and kiss marks covering it.

"From what Connor told me, you're also allowed to have fun with someone."

The sentence had been said innocently yet Glen tensed right away. The reaction didn't escape the doctor who walked over and patted him on the shoulder. He left the werewolf in the kitchen and returned to the bedroom.

Greg looked at Connor who had fallen asleep and walked over to his bag from which he pulled out a hard plastic case and opened it. It contained a pistol whose ammunition he checked again, as well as a vial with a syringe. His finger brushed the glass vial before closing the suitcase and heading into the bathroom.

When he got out of the shower, the bed was empty. He heard loud voices in the living room and got dressed. He glanced over at the nightstand and noticed that the suitcase was still there. He took a deep breath and joined his lover who was chatting with Glen in the kitchen. The two men exchanged a look.

"I'm going to get ready, are you driving with us, Glen?" Connor said in a neutral tone.

The man thought for a moment. The prospect of riding a motorbike in the snow that had fallen last night didn't make him happy, so he accepted more easily than expected and the WIA agent stood up.

Half an hour later, Connor left the house. In the passenger car, Glen had closed his eyes. The alpha looked more tired than ever and that simple fact hardened the two men's resolve. The door closed after Connor got inside and the vehicle drove off immediately. Within twenty minutes of their departure, Glen's eyes opened and he looked around. When he didn't recognize where they were, he frowned and turned to the driver who kept his eyes fixed on the road.

"What's going on? Where we are?"

"I'm sorry, Glen. But we had to do it. "

Before the man could even react, a needle stuck in his neck and he passed out. In the back seat, Connor quickly pulled out the syringe and put it in the plastic case, which he stowed in the bottom of the bag at his feet.

"Pull over to the side, we'll put him on the backseat."