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  He hated rushing his mate when Will was still so new at this, but moon be blessed, he didn't remember wanting anything or anyone so much. It burned through every cell in his body, flared through every pore, swelled inside him like a live thing.

  Thankfully, Will seemed to be of a similar mind. His perhaps unintentionally teasing touches melted into more daring explorations. Will gripped the base of Dean's cock in his fist and licked the entire shaft like he would a lollipop. He rolled Dean's balls in his palm, then focused once again on the head of Dean's prick, swirling his tongue over the glans in a motion that seemed almost too sensual to be real.

  Dean tangled his fingers through Will's soft hair, doing his best to encourage his mate without forcing Will to take more than he could. It must have worked, because Will lowered his mouth over Dean's dick and started to suck, slowly at first, then faster, bobbing his head up and down Dean's shaft and making muffled sounds of pleasure that reached out to Dean's werewolf instincts more strongly than the moon itself ever had.

  Dean tightened his hold on his lover's hair, a warning to both himself and Will. In response, Will hummed around his cock and Dean snapped. Despite his earlier decision, there was only so much he could endure. He thrust his cock into Will's mouth, groaning as Will simply welcomed him with an encouraging moan. Will's hands landed on Dean's hips and he looked up to meet Dean's gaze. His green eyes were twinkling emeralds burning with want, and they hypnotized Dean, shattering the last of his barriers.

  As Dean started to move in and out of his mate's mouth, Will's eyes drifted closed. Dean regretted the loss, but it also relieved him, because he didn't think he could have endured Will's hot gaze for much longer. As it turned out, the relief didn't last. An expression of utter bliss settled on Will's face, like there was nothing he wanted more than to suck Dean's cock. In that moment, Dean had his mate at his mercy, and his surrender was intoxicating, a drug so potent it made Dean dizzy.

  He found himself thrusting harder, his balls slapping against Will's chin as he sought more, tried to claim more. Will took him in with beautiful openness. He choked once, and Dean managed to reel himself in enough to remember his mate was new at this. But Will was also a quick learner, and soon, the tables were turned. Had Dean thought he was in control of this? He was the one at his mate's mercy, the sweet torture of Will's mouth driving him wild, turning his knees into jelly.

  He was distantly aware of Will fumbling with his own belt and touching himself. Dean wanted to do that, to get his hands and his mouth on Will's beautiful body. He wasn't strong enough to change their positions, however, and he didn't have time to gather his resolve. Suddenly, Will released another muffled moan and went rigid. The scent of his seed filled the air, potent, seductive, adding to the already mounting sensations like a palpable touch. With a cry of his own, Dean buried himself one last time in his mate's mouth and came.

  Will swallowed the first few waves of his spunk, then spluttered, not quite able to take everything. Dean had to admit he got a possessive kick out of seeing his seed dribble from the corner of Will's mouth, but at the same time, he hated the thought of causing his mate discomfort.

  "Sorry," he apologized as he pulled out his over-sensitive cock. "I should have warned you."

  Will waved his words off. "Don't worry about it," he whispered, voice a little husky. "I wanted it."

  That made Dean's cock twitch all over again. Really, he might have done something ridiculously unwise, like fucking Will right then and there, but his mate prevented it by standing and quickly zipping himself up.

  For some reason, the gesture seemed to hold finality, and it occurred to Dean that for Will, this might be just something casual, two men enjoying a few moments of stolen passion, never to see each other again. Will was already avoiding his gaze, and that wasn't really promising when it came to Dean's tentative goal.

  "When can I see you again?" he whispered with a little more desperation than he'd have liked.

  "I just..." Will fidgeted. "I don't know. I don't know when I'll be able to come to town."

  "Then I'll come to you. Whenever you say." Dean cupped Will's cheek, hoping he wasn't freaking his mate out. His wolf whined in distress at the prospect of being rejected, but he forced himself to accept the possibility. "Unless you don't want me to."

  After all, Will was human, and he didn't feel the mate bond like Dean did. The fear of discovery pressed hard on Dean—and he was a werewolf. For Will, it would undoubtedly be much worse. The last thing Dean wanted was to force himself onto his mate if Will decided not to take things further.

  Thankfully, Will didn't deny him. He leaned into the caress and smiled. "That's not it at all. I want to see you again. We just... We have to be careful." He was silent for a few moments, as if musing over their predicament. "My uncle has a small house. Since he moved in with his daughter, it's been sitting empty, but he told me to watch it while he's away. We could meet there."

  "Sounds good," Dean replied. "Tomorrow?"

  "Tomorrow evening. James Mulligan's cabin. It's about twenty miles from Willow Cove."

  He was probably planning to give Dean further instructions, but the sound of male voices interrupted them. Dean placed his hand over his mate's mouth since he wasn't sure if Will had heard them. At first, Will seemed surprised, but then, the voices came closer, and he tensed.

  It didn't take a genius to figure out the reason. The men—Dean distinguished at least two—were calling out the same name. "Will?"

  "Little brother?"

  Will's siblings had obviously noticed he was missing. "Where in the world did he go?" one of them mused. "Abe pointed us this way."

  Dean leaned in closer to his mate and whispered, "Go. Meet me at the cabin, tomorrow, one hour after midnight. I'll find you."

  Will looked like he wanted to protest, but his brothers' presence changed his mind. He nodded jerkily and fixed his clothing. Finally, when he was fairly certain he was decent, he stepped out into the light and toward his brothers.

  "What?" he asked with a disgruntled huff. "Can't a guy take a piss in private?"

  One of Will's brothers chortled and slapped Will's shoulder so hard the smaller man almost fell forward. Dean suppressed his growl, knowing he couldn't do anything to help. He was proud of his mate for not looking in the least bit apprehensive, but at the same time, it made him sad, because it was a sign of just how much Will had been forced to hide.

  "Well, if you're all done, time to get back. I don't think I saw any dancing, but I had my eye on a gal that would be perfect for you."

  Just the thought of someone else touching his mate had Dean's wolf howling to tear that person apart. Unfortunately, if he intervened, he could easily make Will's brothers suspicious. So he just stood there and watched as the bigger men dragged Will off. He'd never felt more helpless or thrown in his life.

  Chapter Two

  The day after the dance passed at a snail's pace. Will listened to Karl enthuse about his evening with his new fiancée and was teased by his other two brothers about his mysterious disappearance. He did his chores and tried to pretend nothing was different from any other day. In his mind, though, there was always a countdown—how much time he had left until his next meeting with Dean.

  He sneaked out of the house at midnight and made his way to his uncle's cabin on foot. The dogs scented him, but didn't bark, since they were used to Will's little trips.

  It was not the first time he'd done this, but on previous occasions, it had been because he'd needed time to breathe, to take a break from his family's expectations and just be. Now, something entirely different was waiting—or rather, someone.

  Throughout the trek, he told himself not to be too enthusiastic and eager. He hadn't managed to give Dean too many clues as to the location of the cabin, and the place was pretty out of the way. Sure, Dean could always ask directions, but it might arouse suspicion, and that was something neither of them needed.

  He shouldn't have worried. The moment he stepped within view of the cabin, a familiar male figure appeared from the shade of the towering trees. "Hey," Dean greeted him with a blinding smile. "You came."

  "How could I not?" Will shot back in an echo of their conversation from the day before. He licked his lips at the memory of what had followed that conversation. Dean's gaze instantly went to his mouth, and the next thing he knew, Will was in Dean's arms, having his breath kissed out of him.

  He had no idea when Dean had moved so quickly to reach him, but right then and there, it didn't matter. Will melted in Dean's embrace, parting his lips for Dean's invasion, surrendering to the rightness of the moment.

  By the time they broke apart, they were both completely erect and panting like they'd run a marathon. Will could feel the nudge of Dean's hard dick against hip, and he burned to touch it, to taste it once again. He half-expected Dean to drop his jeans on the spot, but he didn't. Instead, he pulled Will into his arms and buried his face in his neck, inhaling deeply, like he was trying to take in Will's scent.

  The sensuality of the moment didn't fade, but Dean's embrace held something more, something Will was too afraid to identify. He didn't allow himself to over-think it or analyze it too closely and instead relaxed in his lover's embrace. "Did you have any trouble finding this place?" he asked after a few moments of silence.

  He kind of regretted the question when Dean pulled away. "Not really, no. Your directions were pretty accurate, and I'm good at tracking down things."

  "I'd say." Will chuckled. "Did you have to ask anyone?"

  Dean shook his head. The moon's rays illuminated his face as he looked at Will with concerned, gray eyes. "I didn't want to draw attention to you in any way."

  The tightness in Dean's voice told Will something wasn't quite right. "What is it?" he asked. "Did something happen?"

  Dean sighed. "I just... I hate that I had to stand there and see you walk away and dance with someone else." He let out a low groan. "I told myself that I wouldn't bring it up, but... Damn, it seems my resolve falters when it comes to you."

  "You know I wouldn't have left if I'd had a choice," Will replied quietly. He could understand where Dean was coming from, but just the thought that his family might find out about this made his insides shrivel with fear.

  Perhaps Dean realized this, because he dropped the topic. "I know," he said, brushing his lips over Will's in a ghost of a kiss. "I'm just greedy. Ignore me."

  But Will didn't ignore Dean, because that one adjective, that 'greedy' made him melt. He couldn't be afraid, not when Dean so obviously wanted him. "Would it help if I told you I'd have much preferred to dance with you?"

  Dean's frown softened, turning into a bright grin. "Is that right? Well, far be it from me to deny my mate's desires."

  Will blinked in surprise, not quite sure what to make of Dean's address. He might have asked, but Dean started to hum under his breath, a song which Will recognized as a recent Elvis Presley hit. He stopped humming for a few moments to say, "Dance with me, baby?"

  Will was torn between cracking up and turning into a puddle. He went with neither, and chose to nod instead. As he relaxed against Dean's chest, his lover resumed his humming and started to rock Will in his arms.

  If he wanted to be perfectly honest, Will had never imagined he would do something like this with a man. In his weaker moments, when he dared to imagine anything at all, he'd thought about sexual things, like what he and Dean had shared the night before. He'd dreamed of taking another man in his mouth, in his ass, of rough fingers fondling his cock. Dancing in the moonlight to a hummed tune? Definitely not on the list. It wasn't that he hadn't wanted romance, but in his mind, he'd considered it something only a man and a woman could share. His sinful desires were something else entirely.

  But when Dean touched him, his previous self-disgust disappeared like it had never been. He couldn't doubt this, couldn't doubt the comfortable silence, the warmth, the affection in Dean's eyes.

  After all, what did it matter that the two of them were men? Society might deem it shameful, but it also decreed other people to be inferior because of their skin color—and that was something Will had never believed in. Why should his sexuality be any different?

  A sense of peace filled him, and he would have gladly lingered in this moment forever. But the closeness between their bodies triggered a very natural response, and soon, Dean pulled him into another kiss. Will eagerly went, losing himself in the now familiar taste of Dean's passion.

  The cabin was a few feet away from them, but they didn't have the patience to go inside. Will ended up on his back on the grass, with Dean's larger body on top of him. Their tongues dueled, and Will convulsively clutched Dean's shoulders as he fed on his lover's mouth. He didn't even want to breathe if it meant breaking apart from Dean, didn't want any oxygen that wasn't from Dean's lungs.

  But Dean had other ideas and he broke their lip-lock, much to Will's frustration. The disappointment melted into another unnameable emotion when Dean started to pepper his face with kisses, sweet, gentle, almost chaste, a complete contrast with their earlier one. Will found that he couldn't draw breath after all, because Dean was melting him, melting his heart, short-circuiting his ability to understand what was going on.

  Dean's fingers were careful as they traveled over Will's chest and worked on his buttons. Will could feel the barely leashed sexual tension inside Dean, hiding beneath the surface. He could feel Dean's erection nudging his hip. And yet, the man moved slowly, touching him tenderly, like they had all the time in the world.

  Intellectually, Will knew that was not the case. They had a few hours, at best, before Will had to return to his home so that his family wouldn't realize he'd been gone. But right now, those hours seemed like an age, a priceless gift, and Will didn't think he'd ever felt happier or freer in his entire life.

  Still, that happiness didn't cancel his nervousness. The night before, he'd followed his instincts and had pretty much gone with the flow, but he had no idea what he was doing and no experience whatsoever when it came to sex. He wanted this—oh, how he wanted this—but still, he trembled when Dean's fingers first touched his chest. And fuck, that was ridiculous, because he'd sucked this man's dick and that was far more intimate than these light touches, but for some reason, it was different.

  Maybe Dean realized this, because he pressed one more kiss to Will's lips, then pulled away. For a few moments, Will didn't even process the motion until the absence of Dean's heat struck him like a ton of bricks. "Wait... What are you doing? Are you going?"

  "Of course not." Dean chuckled. "But maybe... This could wait a little."

  Will stared at him, wondering if Dean was joking. He glanced down at Dean's lap, where his lover's erection was still very visible. "Are you sure? You don't want to...?"

  "It can wait," Dean repeated. "We barely spoke at the dance, and I don't know about you, but I didn't just come here for the sex. Sure, it was awesome, but I want more."

  Will swallowed around the sudden knot in his throat. Dean didn't have to elaborate on what 'more' meant, because Will had already sensed it in Dean's earlier touches. It was so dangerous. If Will's father and brothers found out about it, they'd kill him. His mother would probably consider him dead even if they didn't.

  But sitting there, on the grass, in the silence that stretched between them, Will found that he couldn't shy away from what he wanted. If he did, if he got up now and left, he'd always bow his head to his family's expectations. He'd end up as a younger, smaller copy of his siblings. Perhaps he'd even marry a woman he could never love like she deserved. And all the while, he would wonder... What if?

  And maybe it was crazy, maybe it was a dream, but for now, for tonight, Will just needed to believe that he could have what he truly wanted. He offered Dean a tentative smile. "Okay. I can do more."

  ****

  They continued to meet every night, at the same cabin that had quickly become their haven. They didn't take things beyond hand jobs and blow jobs. Dean could tell his mate wasn't ready, and if he wanted to be perfectly honest, neither was he.

  He was anxious, going crazy with the knowledge that soon, the Gathering would end and he'd have to leave Willow Cove. He'd never thought he'd one day be thankful that Alphas took forever to decide on a particular course of action, but he also knew better than to think the delay was a solution. As the days passed, his time with his mate was running out.

  Unfortunately, Dean still hadn't mustered the courage to explain his nature to his mate. Until he did that, he couldn't take Will like he dreamed, because if he buried himself inside his mate's body, he would fall onto his instincts and claim Will. He couldn't rob Will of his choice. He wanted to believe his wolf wouldn't be a deal breaker, but he was already asking a lot of Will.

  Five days after they'd met, Dean stood in front of the cabin, pacing and musing over his dilemma. He had to tell his mate today. They needed to figure out what to do, because just the thought he might have to leave Will made Dean snarl in panic and anger.

  As always, he sensed his mate's approach before Will reached the cabin. His beast perked up at Will's presence, more eager than ever to see his mate. His enthusiasm was tempered by his dread, the fear of Will's reaction. He took a deep breath, struggling to muster at least a measure of calm before he embarrassed himself in front of his mate.

  His attempt must have failed, because the moment Will appeared from the forest, he went tense. He quickly crossed the space between them, his face a study in concern. "You look agitated," Will whispered, cupping Dean's cheek. "Is something wrong?"

  Unable to control himself, Dean hugged Will close. For all he knew, this might be the last time he enjoyed his mate's proximity, and he had to take in as many memories as he could, to treasure each moment. Will held him in turn, trembling slightly. "Dean, what is it? You're scaring me."

  At that, Dean knew he couldn't stall any longer. He broke their embrace and stepped back, even if it physically hurt to separate himself from Will. He passed a hand through his hair and faced his mate. "There's something I need to tell you."