Free The Love of a Mate by Kim Dare Page B

invitation or not.
    Crouching next to him, Alfred pushed Caden’s hair back from his face. His hands were coated with mud. Caden felt dirt smear across his temple. Alfred stilled for a moment, as if something so insignificant could actually be considered a problem, but Caden quickly leaned in to his touch, desperate to make it clear he didn’t mind getting a little bit messy in both a very good and potentially very erotic cause.
    A touch to his other wrist caught Caden’s attention. Glancing down, he saw Alfred’s fingers trace a line over his skin, leaving a ring of mud around the joint. Lifting his hand, Caden offered his entire arm to Alfred and nodded his acceptance.
    The other wolf quickly took hold of him. His other hand immediately copied the action around Caden’s other wrist. Success radiated from Alfred’s eyes in the darkness as he leant forward and brought their lips together.
    Their balance was precarious to start with. The moment Alfred dipped his head to deepen the kiss, they toppled, their bodies skidding in the wet mud. Caden gasped as his back hit the ground, Alfred landing on top of him and pressing him down into the soft earth.
    Clothes made rough and cold with mud rasped against Caden’s body, but that didn’t matter. All that mattered was the friction they provided against his cock. Moaning his complete approval into the kiss, Caden parted his lips and hurriedly gave the other man whatever access he wanted.
    Caden tried to reach out and pull the other man down harder against his body, but Alfred wouldn’t allow it. His hands tightened around Caden’s wrists, demanding they stay exactly where he wanted them to be.
    Temporarily freed from any responsibility to pretend that was anything other than exactly what he wanted, Caden bucked his hips and rubbed their bodies together. Alfred’s erection pressed back against him through the other wolf’s clothes, but it wasn’t enough. He wanted skin against skin.
    Alfred growled as he thrust against him. The kiss turned fierce. The younger wolf nipped at Caden’s lips and took total possession of his mouth. Shoes kicked against his bare feet as they both sought for any kind of leverage they could find in their slippery surroundings.
    “Please?” Caden gasped the plea into the kiss.
    Alfred only growled in response.
    There was no way he could really be denying him anything in that moment. Even Caden himself didn’t know what he was actually begging the other man for. Even so, the plea merely made the other wolf hold him tighter and made his movements rougher and more perfect. There was no flirting, no prettiness, just raw sex, harsh need and dominance. Caden revelled in it.
    Alfred’s denim-clad leg slid between Caden’s as he broke the kiss. Tossing back his head, Alfred howled his pleasure as he came inside his jeans. The slight change in angle was all Caden needed to fall into his own personal spiral of bliss. He was vaguely aware of his cum spilling between them and mixing with the mud, but the sensation was damn near drowned out by the way Alfred filled his senses and his world.
    The other wolf’s scent, his touch, the sight and the sound of him, all blended together and somehow managed to make Caden’s pleasure deeper than anything he had ever known. Any desire he had to retain control and keep himself safe died in that moment.
    As they fell still, Alfred remained on top of him, pinning him to the ground with his weight as well as his strength as they both fought for breath. Caden made no complaint.
    Eventually, as his body recovered, Caden was able to lift his head a fraction. He lapped gently at Alfred’s neck—the only part of his lover he was able to reach. The fact that the little patch of skin was just as muddy as the rest of him wasn’t important. He could still taste the wolf beneath it all.
    Alfred murmured his approval before slowly dragging himself upright. Reaching down, he helped Caden up, too. Of all the stupid things in the