Wolf you Up!

Greg put the key in the lock and turned it before lowering the doorknob. A bag full of stuff tucked into the crook of his arm, he pushed the door open onto the motel room he shared with his lover. Sitting in an armchair facing a table, Connor stared at his tablet, which he had put down to keep his hand free. His long fingers played with a chrome-plated metal butterfly knife, which he threw and turned absent-mindedly. Seeing the weapon dance around his boyfriend's wrist and fingers, Greg's mood darkened. He dropped the bag and walked across the room, his heels tapping the floor to show his anger. When he heard the noise, the agent looked up at him, and with a final, smooth movement, the blade folded back, which snapped between the two protective parts. At the same time, the doctor's hand rested on Connor's, which he grabbed gently. He removed the weapon from his palm and put it on the table.

"You're already hurt. Are you trying to cut something off your body? "

"It's ok. You know it relaxes me. " The light brown-haired man said in a dismissal tone.

Greg brought his fingers to his mouth and kissed it softly before plunging his eyes into Connor's. He was trying to find out how his lover was feeling. Seeing his worried face, the agent finally relaxed for the first time since their conversation in the car.

"You worry too much. I'm fine."

"You won't fool me." He kissed Connor's fingers again. This time, the agent gave him a tender smile.

"I'm really ok."

Greg sighed and released his hand gently before straightening up and showing the bag he had collected from the car. Connor got up and strode to the bag. When Greg saw him frown because he couldn't easily find what he wanted, he came over to help him.

"Let me do it."

A frustrated growl answered him and the agent stepped aside to make way for the doctor. After collecting some clothes, Greg turned to him.

"Come on, I'll help you." He saw the glow that lit in his lover's eyes and immediately continued. "I won't touch you, you're hurt."

"It's been almost a fortnight! What crime have I committed to deserve such punishment?"

"You're way too reckless!" He sighed deeply. "I don't want to hurt you."

His hand reached out and untied the splint Connor was putting on to help his shoulder rest after straining it too much.

"I'm hardly in pain anymore, I don't see why you deprive me of sex when I can move around very well again. I hardly need the splint and only because you force me to put it on. "

"You tend to overdo it and your movements aren't adapted, you will end up having other chronic problems if it doesn't heal well. Do you want to retire? "

The threat was effective as the agent gritted his teeth and remained silent even though he glared at his lover. His expression quickly changed to a pout, and the doctor had to bite the inside of his cheek to prevent his smile. How can a man whose job is to kill supernatural creatures much stronger than himself look like an angry hamster when he's upset?

Connor walked away and walked to the threshold of the bathroom where he stopped. His fingers gripped the hem of his sweater and the t-shirt he was wearing underneath and he pulled them off with a gesture. Greg stared at the trapezoids which moved to accompany the movement of his man who was undressing. When the clothes fell to the floor, he looked up at Connor's face who had turned to glance at him. A smirk appeared on the agent's face as he detected the glint of lust that crossed his lover's gaze.

Turning his back to Greg again, he slowed down. Connor undid the button on his jeans, then unzipped it before extricating himself from the clothes, moving his hips side to side lustfully. The man then removed his ankles from the legs of the garment he stepped over before pushing it aside and pushing it off with his foot. Connor straightened up and started again, this time in his boxers. He slipped his fingers between his skin and the fabric he slid up to his ankles, bending over to fully expose himself to his lover's sight.

He didn't have to turn around to see the effect he had on his lover. Eight years that they had known each other, five years that they had been in a relationship. Connor knew exactly which button to press to make his boyfriend lose control. In their relationship, if Greg always displayed a calm and appeased demeanor, it was only because it was his way of compensating for all the times his lover made him lose control completely. The brown-haired man was his weakness and there was nothing the doctor could do about it. He didn't want to either. Nothing turned him on more than when Connor grabbed the reins and pulled him into this state where he could satisfy his every desire.

The completely naked agent walked into the bathroom without taking a look back and slammed the door. Once in the bathroom, Connor strode to the shower without hesitation. Separated from the rest of the room by a simple transparent glass, the shower had a jet powerful enough to massage the man who entered underwater after checking the temperature. He grabbed the shower gel, squeezed it into his palm while he was counting the seconds. The officer expected the door to open at any time. But the door remained stubbornly closed. When he saw that what he thought was a foolproof tactic had failed, he clicked his tongue, annoyed. He put his head under the jet and closed his eyes to isolate himself from the outside.

He had been in this position for several seconds when he felt one hand grab his still limp member down as another gripped his buttocks and kneaded them gently. The gesture was so sudden he opened his eyes and gasped trying to pull away.

"Don't move or you'll get hurt."

Upon hearing the command, the officer's body couldn't help but obey. Greg kissed and licked his neck, savoring him. He then felt a finger press and massage the entrance to his hole before sliding slowly inside to the first knuckle.

"Why are you so stubborn, hm? Why are you always trying to provoke me, push me to my limits? Aren't you afraid of what I can do to you? "

Greg thrust his finger in again as he began to masturbate Connor who wiggled, startled by the sudden stimulation.

"I told you not to move." His hands continued, unperturbed, their assault on the man who shuddered.

Hot water fell on the arch of his back. Without even realizing it, the agent let out a moan and slammed his hand against the wall. Seeing the wet bandage on his lover's hand, the doctor frowned and sighed. He stopped his movement and turned the man to face him.

"Why didn't you use the protection? Why don't you ever listen to what I tell you? I don't like seeing you hurt. "

"I'm sorry, I know." Connor raised his arms and wrapped them around Greg's neck before tiptoeing up to kiss him. "But I like it when you spoil me. You will take care of me, right? "

"Whatever you want, Sweetheart."

________

Glen had asked the question with slight trepidation. He stared into the golden eyes that seemed to have cast a spell on him. The hand that held his chin moved and gently stroked his cheek.

"I've… never dated anybody," Eden confessed and waited for his mate's answer.

The alpha covered the omega's hand with his and turned his head to place the palm in front of his mouth before kissing it. His lids closed on the middle ocean green irises as he relished the intimacy between them. The man with the long dark hair straightened up slowly and brought his face closer to the blonde one. They were so close that their breaths mingled. Eden put a finger across Glen's lips and asked with a teasing smile.

"Don't you want to hear my answer first?"

"I thought it was obvious."

"Hm… Maybe, maybe not."

Glen looked at the omega male's mischievous expression and smiled. "What did I get myself into? I thought I was the one you should be wary of, but I felt like I had stepped into the big bad wolf's lair. " He moved away to better contemplate the one who made his heart flutter like never before.

A mysterious smile crossed Eden's lips, who did not hold back and let his mask of seduction crack to show his usual gentle and bubbly self. He opened his arms to invite his mate who hesitated before shaking his head.

"I'm going to take a shower, I'll be right back." He stood up from the ground and placed a kiss on the forehead of the young man who closed his eyes when he felt the slight contact of the lips. Eden's eyes followed Glen as he rushed into the bathroom and then the male omega fell backward on the bed. A blissful smile curved his mouth and he grabbed a pillow which he pressed on his face before tossing and turning around.

When Glen came out of the bathroom, Eden was lying on the bed like a starfish, eyes glued to the ceiling. The alpha, simply wearing a towel around his waist, was wiping his hair.

"What are doing?" He asked with a puzzled expression. He was amused at the crease between the omega's eyebrows that made his face look serious but adorable. He sat up on the bed as Eden answered him.

"I was checking our stats. We didn't take the time to do it after I marked you. I wanted to see if there had had any changes. "

"Oh, it's true you weren't in your normal state after that." He paused for a moment and glanced to see the reaction of the blonde who chose to ignore the remark about his provocative demeanor. The tips of his ears betrayed his embarrassment, though. Glen didn't insist and continued. "All my stats gained at least 1000 points. There are also a few skills that I hadn't seen the last time. "

As the omega spoke, Glen saw the holographic screen appear in front of him. He lay down next to him and started to read.

[Eden Bloodhood Level: 101

Race: Werewolf

Blood rank: Omega

Type: ???

Class: Legendary

Name: The Chosen One

Stats: strength: 5807/10000

Speed: 9652/10000

Agility: 7971/10000

Intelligence: 997/25000

HP: 755

Skills: Perception (Active)

Strength of the Ancients (Active)

Blessing of the Goddess (Active)

??? (???)

Item: Moon protection mark 5/5]

"All of my stats have increased by at least 1000 points. The system tells me that I got the points for unlocking a stage and also for my fight against the Grey Wolf young alpha. I leveled up for intelligence and I still have no idea what this mysterious skill can be. "

His finger crossed the screen where the series of question marks was and Glen looked up at his mate.

"Did you see what that 'Moon protection mark' item was? Does it have anything to do with the crescent moon symbol that appeared on us after you marked me? "

Eden then changed the screen and displayed the information page he wanted.

[Item: Moon protection mark 5/5

This protection grants resistance against magic spells. Each use is effective for one hour. Number of possible uses: 5/5]

Silence fell when they read the screen and Eden felt the hand of his alpha looking for his. He intertwined their finger. If the system had granted them that kind of protection as they were looking for witches, they easily guessed that a confrontation was to be feared. Eden touched the mark he had on his heart. He felt absolutely nothing under his fingers. Not the slightest roughness. If he wasn't looking at his reflection in a mirror, there was no indication that he had a blood-red crescent moon right in the middle of his breastplate. He let his mind drift for a moment and thought about what he had discovered when his mate was still in the bathroom.

"Do you want to go to the magic dimension to test your new strength?"