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Oh, Tor. Oh damn. That was so wicked. Sky panted as his heart slowed to
normal. The wolf grinned, sat, and licked at the sticky spunk on its coat. Sky felt the
vibration in the air, closed his eyes, and when he opened them a moment later, Tor
knelt over him, a man again.
Oh, little one, what you do to me. Tor pushed Sky s legs apart, hooked Sky s
knees over his shoulders, and rubbed the cum from Sky s chest over his cock to ease the
way. Then he sank into Sky with a moan.
Fuck me! Sky cried out as Tor worked his way inside. With each push in, Tor
withdrew almost all the way out, then sank back in just a little deeper. And with each
thrust, he raked over the spot inside Sky, setting him on fire.
Yes, harder. Sky grunted as Tor s hips snapped and jerked. Tor wrapped his
arms around Sky s shoulders, bending low over him until he could claim Sky s mouth.
They kissed as Tor fucked him, and Sky didn t think it could get any better than
this. Not ever. None of the boys had ever fucked like this, with a man, with a werewolf.
With a mate.
Each time Tor fucked Sky, he felt the were claiming him, telling him without
words You belong to me and You re mine.
Tor broke their kiss and gazed into Sky s eyes. Something lurked there; just under
the softness, a thirst burned. One Sky knew he could never quench. He wanted to look
away, but at the last moment, Tor took his mouth in a hard kiss. His tongue invaded
and owned Sky s, melting all the resistance with his body.
Sky came again, but this time, all he could let escape was a whimper, too afraid
he d howl at the pain of it, of knowing he d never be enough for Tor.
Tor came, breaking his kiss to howl his pleasure as he stilled deep inside Sky and
emptied. Warmth filled Sky. This would have to be enough. Tor rolled off Sky and
pulled him tight to his chest. Sky wiggled his butt into place against his mate. He closed
his eyes and sighed.
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None of that. Let s get into bed. Tor laughed, slapped him on the ass, and got
up.
No. Don t want to. Sky pouted, content to stay where he was.
In bed, boy, Tor ordered. When Sky didn t move, he growled, scooped Sky up
in his arms, and carried him to bed. Sky grinned. He d gotten just what he wanted from
Tor, and Tor knew it.
Put me down, Sky ordered with a jerk of his nose in the air.
Tor frowned, held him out, and dropped him onto the bed.
Sky squeaked as he fell, then bounced. He scrambled to get under the covers and
in his place before Tor did.
Once the big man had settled, he reached out, grabbed Sky by the waist, and
pulled him to his chest. No asking, just doing it. Sky might have felt slighted, but what
he felt was a wonderful sense of belonging to this man.
Let s nap. When we wake, I ll feed you, Tor mumbled, his breath ruffling Sky s
hair.
Good, I ll be very hungry then. Sky nodded and put his hands over Tor s arm.
Marrack should have some good meat sent around tomorrow, and we ll have the
best dinner you ve ever had, Tor promised.
If you cook it, I m sure it will be wonderful.
Tor laughed. You re easy to please.
Sky shrugged. Everything here was so much better than in his harem. It wasn t
hard to enjoy the benefits of being a cage-fighting werewolf s mate. Especially a
champion like Tor.
He closed his eyes, safe and warm in his mate s hold.
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That evening after they woke, Tor fixed a delicious dinner, and they sat at the
table and ate. He d been careful to select foods he thought Sky would enjoy, but it
didn t seem to matter. Sky ate everything as if he d never tasted food before in his life.
The boy was nothing if not enthusiastic.
Will you teach me to fight? Sky asked.
Tor snapped his head up and looked at his mate. Why?
Sky shrugged. I just thought maybe if I had more muscles, I could help in the
cage.
No. Tor shook his head. Mates don t fight.
Is there a rule against it? I thought in cage fights there were no rules. The
stubborn set of Sky s jaw made Tor want to burst out laughing.
No, no rules. He continued to eat.
Well, maybe they should fight. Sky pushed the potatoes on his plate around, his
bottom lip pouting like a child s.
Tor put down his knife and fork and folded his arms on the table. What s
brought all this about?
I just think you re acting as if all I can do is stand there and direct you. I can& I
can do more, that s all. Sky stared at him. In the cage, you use everything at your
disposal, your body, your wits, and your skill. Maybe you should use your mate too.
Tor sat back. His first reaction was to scoff at the idea, but then he thought about
it. What harm could it do to show Sky a few moves?
Let s get this clear. First you re not fighting in the cage. Second I like your
body just the way it is. You don t need more muscles to make me happy, or be stronger,
or& well, change in any way. However, if you really want to learn to defend yourself, I
can show you how. He pushed his chair back and stood.
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Sky smiled up at him as if he d just given the boy the best gift in the world, his
freedom. The urge to make Sky smile like that all the time hit Tor, nearly knocking his
knees from under him.
Then Sky jumped up, came around the table, and threw his arms around Tor.
Thank you.
Tor laughed, the sound rumbling around the room, reminding him it had been a
long time since he d heard that sound. He put Sky away from him, and they went to the
corner where his punching bag hung.
First thing, take a fighting stance. Like this. Tor stood with his feet apart, knees
slightly bent, arms flexed, fists raised close to his face.
Sky mimicked him.
Good. Tor nodded. Now, get onto the balls of your feet. You have to be able to
move and react quickly, and you can t do that flat-footed. Tor demonstrated a few
steps, which Sky followed. Okay. Looking good.
When you throw a punch, put your whole body into it, not just your arm. Tor
showed him a proper punch, hitting the bag with a satisfying thump, sending it rocking
back and forth.
Sky danced around, staying on his toes, then punched. The bag swung away as he
extended his arm, and he completely missed it. He d punched so hard, he stumbled.
See, that s because you didn t time it right. Timing is everything. You weren t
watching the bag swing. Tor knocked the bag, setting it in motion. Watch it, feel the
timing inside.
Sky nodded, his body swaying back and forth in time with the bag. He tensed;
then as the bag traveled toward him, he swung and landed a hit. Oof! he barked out.
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