Free Remy's Wolf (Wolves of Mt. Alexis, 1) by Kelex Page A

letting the
salty flavor crash over his tongue. He needed more of the taste in
his mouth, and he engulfed the shaft, bringing over half of it in
his mouth and sucking the rod deep.
    Hank moved his mouth up and down
Remy’s cock as his mate writhed under him. His soft sighs and moans
were magic to Hank’s ears. He loved getting that kind of response
out of the human, so he sucked harder, hollowing his cheeks as he
took more and more of the man into his mouth.
    “ I’m going to come if you
don’t stop,” Remy breathed out.
    Those words only spurred Hank into
more action. He quickened the pace, sucking his mate deeper and
deeper to the back of his throat. Remy speared his hands into
Hank’s short locks and urged him on. Hank let his little human
guide him to the pace he needed, trying to maintain control and not
let Remy get too wild under him.
    When Remy crashed against the rocks,
he shot load after load of cum down Hank’s throat. Hank swallowed
every drop, milking the last of it with his mouth, hands, and
tongue. He knew he’d never get enough of that. He let the cock pop
from his lips and rose up on his knees above Remy.
    “ My turn. Now this is
where it gets fun,” Hank said as he rose from the bed.

Chapter Nine
     
    Remy watched Hank move to his closet
and pull out a large piece of black leather that had four lengths
of chain on either corner. Hank brought it to the bed and began to
attach each chain length to a corner of the heavy postered bed.
“What is that?”
    “ A sling. I can suspend
you above the bed and cuff you to it,” Hank said, nearly
breathless. A smug smile played at his lips as he connected the
last length of chain.
    “ And it will hold me?”
Remy asked, looking at the thing with a little unease.
    “ It will. Without a
doubt,” Hank said as he captured one of Remy’s wrists.
    Remy tried to pull away, but he wasn’t
strong enough. He earned a low growl from his wolf. Hank pulled him
close to him before pushing him against the sling. In a matter of
moments, he was cuffed at each corner and helpless against whatever
it was Hank planned to do to him.
    Hank left the bed and moved back into
the closet. Remy could hear him moving about, but he seemed to be
taking a long time with whatever he was doing. While he waited,
Remy tested the strength of the cuffs holding him in place, tugging
at each one.
    “ You won’t get away from
me,” Hank said from across the room.
    When Remy turned his gaze on the wolf,
his breath caught in his chest. Hank had changed into a pair of
leather pants and a chest harness. He held a large leather paddle
in one hand and a thick anal plug in the other.
    “ Punishment for trying to
escape sounds good to me,” Hank said with a chuckle. He climbed on
the bed and grabbed a bottle of lube from the bedside table after
dropping the paddle. After Hank spread some of the lube on the
plug, he spread more along Remy’s exposed asshole.
    Hank pressed the tip of the tapered
plug against Remy’s tight hole and pushed it in slowly. Remy
writhed in the sling as Hank slowly filled his ass, the base much
thicker than the tip. He was being stretched wide, his ass burning
from the invasion. Finally, the thickest part passed his tight band
of nerves and the plug’s end nestled in his entrance.
    Beads of sweat coated both Remy and
Hank. Remy could feel rivulets rolling down his chest, the thick
intrusion of the plug pushing him across limits he’d never tested
before. Hank reached for the paddle and swatted his open palm with
it a few times, the echoing sound of the thud pinging off the walls
and vibrating through Remy’s body.
    Remy clenched his ass against the
plug, slightly afraid Hank would hurt him with that paddle, but
inwardly, he knew his wolf wouldn’t harm him, no more than he could
take. He tried to relax his body, readying himself for the first
strike.
    It came quickly, the bite of the sting
searing though him. The swat was painful, but not more than what
Remy could