Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 1

between us and unzipped my fly, sliding my jeans and briefs off. I toed off my shoes and socks and kicked everything aside.
    He took one look at my throbbing prick and dove for it, taking it in his mouth, running his tongue along the head. I threw my head back, lost in the sensations.
    "Oh God," I moaned. It had never been this good. This guy had some serious skills. Maybe not a virgin after all. I didn't want him to stop, but I wanted him naked, too.
    I grabbed his hair and tugged gently. He got the message and allowed my shaft to slip from his warm wet mouth with a pop.
    I reached down and tugged on his jeans until they slipped off his hips. I hooked a finger in the waistband of his underwear and slid it down as well.
    Finally, he lay next to me completely naked. His rock-hard shaft bounced against his belly, leaking pre-cum. I wanted to fuck him when it hit me. I slapped my head, "Shit! I don't have any lube."
    "Me either… I didn't expect this," he said, looking around the room for inspiration.
    "We'll just have to do something else," I told him. He already showed the way.
    I bent towards him and swallowed down his rock hard cock and started bobbing my head up and down. There is nothing like having a solid prick in my mouth.
    He moved beside me shifting his head and wet, warmth surrounded my shaft. Sixty nine, oh yeah!
    I wasn't going to shirk my responsibilities. I continued to bob my head up and down, running my tongue along the sensitive ridge on the underside of his cock even as I wanted to throw my head back from the amazing sensations zinging through me.
    Wherever this guy learned to suck cock should charge money because he was a goddamned champion. He took me all the way back into his throat and then swallowed around me. It was all I could do to keep moving, and I upped the ante by humming.
    The arousal coursed through me, and my hands twitched as fur sprouted from them, and my fingers narrowed into claws. What the fuck? I wasn't going to claim a mate. I hadn't willed this to happen.
    But he swallowed again and that was it. I was too close to the edge and I shot, filling his mouth. And like the champion he was, he swallowed it all.
    I took a moment to savor the pleasure and return my hands to normal. Why did that happen?
    I re-doubled my efforts, trying to give as good as I got. I reached down and fondled his balls as he pulsed into my mouth, filling me with his spunk. I happily swallowed all that he gave me.
    My heart raced, "That was —"
    He finished my thought. "Fuckin' amazing."
    "Yeah… that." I panted out, trying to catch my breath.
    He flipped around so we were face-to-face. "I knew it would be like this," he said, looking me in the eyes.
    Something about his expression made me nervous. "What?"
    "I knew sex with my mate would be mind-blowing," he said, his eyes wide, his face split with a grin.
    My jaws dropped. I didn't claim him. "Mate? What?"
    "We're mates. Can't you smell it?" He looked up at me, his hands on my chest. He looked so happy, so excited. Was he delusional?
    I had no idea what he was talking about. What did scent have to do with choosing a mate? I would choose my mate when I was ready to have children.
    "Smell what? What are you talking about?"
    His eyes widened, locking on me with laser precision as his lower lip trembled. He wrapped his arms around his bare midriff.
    "Our mates— wolves, I mean— it's like destiny or biology or something. We know our mates by smell. You're my mate."
    Oh shit. My stomach went into free-fall. He thinks I'm his mate because of my scent? I wasn't even wearing cologne.
    "That's nuts. It doesn't work that way for bears. If we choose to mate, we claim them. Once they're claimed, a bond forms."
    "Oh…" His entire face fell. His body drooped. The corners of his mouth turned down. Damn, he looked like a puppy that had just been kicked. I cringed. What kind of bastard kicks a puppy?
    I didn't know what to say. This guy thought we were what— married? I couldn't marry him. My people had strict laws forbidding mating without approval, and as much as I preferred guys, same sex mates would not be approved. Interspecies mates would not be approved. In fact, I would be required to choose a mate, a girl bear mate and have cubs. It was a matter of survival.
    In the old days, bears rarely mated. We would come together and occasionally father children. Too occasionally. Now, there were just not enough bears.
    So the Ursidae Council went from being a loose body