sweet dreams

There was nothing that could stop him from falling over the edge, especially when Candy’s tight cunt gripped his length with such force. He groaned, loosening his grip on her throat instinctively as all the pressure in his body exploded. “Ahh, fuck, Candy!” His hips kept moving, fucking her through both of their orgasms. He filled her with his seed, moaning and swearing while his body continued to ride the waves of pleasure. But it wasn’t easy to satisfy the wolf in him, and Cal was hardly through with his mate. Still circling her sensitive clit, he panted in her ear, “Should I call the pack now? Tell them my mate is ready for them to make her their bitch?”

Cal couldn’t stop smiling. Christmas was his favorite time of year, and part of his love for the holiday was the surprise and joy of giving people gifts. But…when Candy looked at him like that, it was impossible to say no. He rubbed her thigh with his free hand. “Do you promise?” Leaning in, he planted a little kiss on her nose. “Fine. You can open this one. But that’s it! If I catch you opening any others, there’ll be consequences.”

Cal’s eyes narrowed with predatory focus, tightening his grip on his mate’s throat. His breath was hot against her neck as he sank his teeth into her skin, biting hard enough to leave a mark. “As long as I get to be the last one you fuck when they’re all done with you,” he huffed, frenziedly slamming his cock into her slick pussy, “they can all use you however often you want. Fuck them right on my desk. Make me walk in on half the pack fucking you senseless.” The change in Candy’s voice was enough to give away how close she was to falling apart - and Cal wasn’t that far off either. He slapped her clit another time before using two fingers to circle it as he pummeled her cunt.

Cal dodged Candy’s reach, grinning like a fool the whole time. “If I let you open one now, then you’ll ask to open another! And then another…and another, until suddenly I have no gifts left to give you on Christmas morning.” Leaning in to give her cute little pouty lips a kiss, he teased, “Would you let me open one of my presents, too?”

Cal grabbed Candy by the hips and hoisted her up, driving his cock into her from behind at the new angle. A hand wrapped around her delicate throat, the other pressing against her hip to hold her in place as he brutalized her slick cunt. “The pack won’t go easy on you,” he warned, snarling into her ear. His blood heated as he imagined not only all the people who’d cum into his mate’s used pussy that night, but at the idea of the entire pack going to town on her. His hand slid further down to give her clit a smack. “They won’t be like your clients here. We’ll wreck you. You’ll be the pack whore. The alpha’s mate, mounted by everyone.”

“I’m good for the money,” Cal growled as he rammed into his mate with reckless abandon. His cock twitched inside her, the warmth and tightness of her pussy driving him absolutely mad. “Is he the only one who filled you with his cum tonight?” A deep, punishing thrust followed the question. He loved the idea of Candy already being filled time and time again, only for her to finish the night dripping with his seed. “Oh, I know I can share you. With him and anyone else. One of these days I’m going to blindfold you and let you have your fun with the pack.” Cal grabbed Candy’s hips and lifted, giving himself a new angle to pound deeper. “You finish up with your regulars one night and then come see how the entire pack plays.”

By the time Candy was done recalling her first rendezvous of the night, Cal was rock hard. He snarled not so softly, her breath tickling his ear and sending a warm thrill down his spine. “So that’s what I felt through the bond,” he laughed darkly, the sound promising pleasure and pain. Without so much as a grunt of effort, Cal picked Candy up and bent her over the main stage. “Let’s see who can make you scream the loudest, shall we?” No time was wasted as Cal ripped off the tiny little g-string Candy was wearing. The money she’d slid into the strap a moment before fell out, but he paid it no mind. He shoved his own pants down and spread her legs wide before shoving his cock into her used cunt. A wild roar burst out of Cal’s chest as he buried himself in his mate. “You are a filthy little slut. And a tease. Maybe we should invite him to join us sometime so we can both use you. His cock in your cunt while I shove mine down your throat. Where did he cum, my little whore? In you? On you?”

A husky chuckle escaped Cal’s lips, even as he grew more impatient. “Is that the price I should always expect to pay? Or do your rates change?” he teased. There was always cash in his wallet - partially because he was old and didn’t like change, and partially because of his mate’s job. He far preferred this reason. With a predator’s intent, Cal circled Candy’s peaked nipple with his tongue while his dark eyes turned upward. Holding her gaze, he sucked the sensitive skin between his lips. “I have all night,” he growled. Cal grabbed her ass, squeezing her cheeks roughly. He couldn’t help the way his hips jerked, grinding his cock against her core through their layers. “Be a good girl and tell me what you did tonight. I promise I’ll make it worth your while.” Smirking, Cal pulled Candy’s seductive top aside to reveal her other breast before lowering his lips to give it the same treatment. 

“They’re always changing for you,” she teased him playfully, arching her back to push her supple breast into his mouth and looking down to meet his gaze as he teased her pert nipple. Technically, she knew she ought to take him into the back for a private dance like this, but the club was empty except for them, and it felt like much more of a thrill to play in here. She let out a squeak that turned into a moan as he grabbed her ass to grind her against him, and she balanced her hands on his shoulders as she repeated the motion against him. “I had a couple of regulars come in tonight... I was actually kept quite busy,” she bit her lip as he moved onto her other nipple, moaning appreciatively. 

“Name your price,” Cal’s low laugh rumbled in his chest as he dipped his head to Candy’s breasts. He licked the creamy cleavage her skimpy costume exposed, his hands sliding down her supple body to grip her hips. Deep brown curls fell over Cal’s forehead, his beard scratching against Candy’s soft skin. There was no holding back the moan that escaped him. Even coated in sweat and glitter, his mate tasted like heaven. His dark jeans were painfully restrictive as his cock grew impossibly hard. “Yeah? I think I want you to tell me about them. Every single man who touched you tonight.” One skilled hand slipped down the front of Candy’s barely there bottom, his rough fingers finding the cunt he’d been dreaming about all night. “I want to know everything while I finish you off tonight.”

 “Our presence here should be congratulations enough,” Cal rolled his eyes, though he wasn’t truly annoyed, before glancing toward where the newly married pack member sat. A crowd of others from the pack were gathered around, laughing and drinking, and looking happier than Cal had seen them in a while. He couldn’t help but smile a little. “If we go over there, you might steal all the attention. The pack will be too busy fawning over you to celebrate.”

Cal could’ve sworn he felt worry and fear that were not his own through that bond of theirs. This was a conversation sure to stir up all of those feelings, wasn’t it? So he didn’t read into them, didn’t question why his mate might have lingering worries. 

He kissed her sweetly, with a tenderness that was rare from him, even with her. They had time to make plans and decide the exact course of their future. For now, it was enough to know that they wanted the same things. Cal brushed his nose against Candy’s, his lips still close to hers. “Whenever you want. Whatever you want,” he promised, truly believing that he’d give her anything, that he’d be able to do whatever she needed or wanted. He’d always be wild, with an attitude and walls that might never fully shatter, but he was willing to try for her - to try and be someone who deserved her and her love. His hand slid up her spine, rubbing her back soothingly even as they danced. “Except this. You get…one more dance before you’ll need to start bribing me to keep dancing.” Cal flashed her a wolfish grin. “I love you.”

Sorting through both of their emotions was no easy task on a normal day. The barrage of feelings running through their bond right then threatened to take up all his attention. He had no idea how much of the fear he felt was his own. Cal had the urge to run far away from Candy and this conversation. 

But he held on to her, letting her be his anchor even when every muscle in his body was begging him to flee. “I-I regret how I left,” he admitted quietly, searching Candy’s face to see what kind of judgment might lay there. “I owed her more of an explanation. I owed my whole family more of an explanation, really. But I don’t regret leaving.” As scared as he had been and as awful as those first few years were, Cal had needed it. Needed to be on his own, to learn who he was without the pressures he’d grown up with. After that…well, he’d wished he’d found a place sooner. The years of loneliness had made him cagey and distrustful. The fact that he wanted to run so badly from this conversation, from his mate, proved that.

The song ended, but Cal kept dancing as the next one picked up. He was afraid that he really would sprint away if he let go of her for even a second. Surprise flickered in his eyes. “You want kids?” He supposed he should’ve asked these questions already, should’ve figured out what she had in mind for her future. His stomach churned at the thought of all the other talks they needed to have. Mates. They were mates, and that meant more than just feeling each other’s emotions and being able to gossip mentally across the room. 

His arms tightened around her waist, and slowly, a smile crept across his face. “I want a family too.” With her, of course, but Cal didn’t think he needed to say that. There was no one else he wanted to spend his life with. Taking other women to bed was one thing, but letting them into his heart? No one else would ever compare. That fear and the urge to leave because of it ebbed, and Cal pressed his brow against Candy’s, even as they swayed to the music. “I really do. Not…not right now. Eventually, one day, though. I’d like it. All of it. Well, maybe not a white picket fence, but everything else.” He couldn’t help but smile, even as his heart fluttered. 

“Marriage. Kids.” He hadn’t thought much of her not mentioning marriage. Since she’d skipped right to kids, he figured it was implied. “When we’re ready, I want it, if you do.” He could picture it - that future he hadn’t let himself imagine until now. A life with Candy, with a mate who understood him, who would understand that they might never be the most traditional couple. “Do you…want that? With me, I mean.”

Candy couldn’t help but feel a little worried that Cal didn’t regret leaving his first fiancée. He’d said he really loved her... but he’d still left her. A part of her couldn’t help but worry that he might one day leave her, too, but she didn’t want to admit that. Her heart stuttered when he seemed genuinely surprised that she wanted kids. “You don’t?” She looked up at him with wide, uncertain eyes. Having children was just another thing she’d thought out of reach --or something she’d have to do on her own, eventually-- but if they were going to be committed as mates, she wanted them with Cal. If he said he didn’t want kids, it might break her heart.

“It was the 1950’s. Everyone was engaged,” Cal pointed out more calmly than he expected himself to. He’d buried those memories from around the time he was turned deep and never allowed himself to revisit them. Dwelling on them never helped.

He didn’t know how to answer, so he drained the rest of his drink, plucked her glass from her hand, and set them both back down on the table before whisking her toward the dance floor. Focusing on her answer to his own question didn’t help the twisting in his gut. “I tried to let it go,” he admitted as he wrapped his arms around her waist, his hands almost trembling as he led her into a dance. “That…traditional idea of a family. Once I was turned, it seemed too far out of reach.” And just like everything else from his human days, he refused to acknowledge that it had ever meant a damn thing to him. 

Then he’d met Candy, and even though he hadn’t allowed himself to think that far ahead, he knew in his heart that he wanted some piece of that future he’d once imagined for himself. At one time, it would’ve felt like a cage, but could any part of their love be a prison? The idea of tying himself to her didn’t scare him as much as he thought it would. His only fear was that she might not feel the same. Finally, Cal sighed and looked past Candy while they danced, as if he was staring into the past. “I was young. We’d known each other our whole lives. I did love her, and marriage seemed like the best way to escape the responsibilities my parents kept thrusting on me. At least if I got married, it would be my choice, and anything I did after that would be my choice too.” 

His parents had far too many children, and Cal spent almost all his time looking after them. There were so many people in that damn house that needed attention and love that he rarely got any. His parents meant well, as did his siblings, but his family was a chain that couldn’t be unlocked. “Everything changed after I was bitten. We never married. I left town.” Cal cast his dark gaze back to Candy’s, wondering what exactly she thought of him, if his being engaged to someone else almost seventy years ago changed anything. “You gave up on it, but would you still want it?” 

They would never be monogamous in the way other couples were. Marriage wouldn’t change that - nothing would. Cal knew what it was like to feel trapped. Love. That was all he’d ever ask for. For her love to be his, just like his own heart belonged to her.

Candy rolled her eyes at his explanation, she didn’t care what everyone was doing, just him. She nearly protested when he stole her drink, but bit her lip when he pulled her out on the dancefloor. She was sure he was trying to distract her, but she wasn’t going to stop him. She swayed in his arms while he worked up to telling his story, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.

“Do you ever regret leaving her?” She knew it was a hard question, but Cal had never mentioned being in love before. Maybe she should’ve just assumed, but he didn’t seem like the type to get attached to many people. 

She went quiet when he asked if she still wanted it. She loved the idea of marriage, having someone to come home to, a big wedding where everyone was decked out in their best, Cal waiting for her up at the altar... but then she thought of herself in a fluffy white dress, and she couldn’t help but feel like she didn’t deserve it, not any of it. She wasn’t usually ashamed of anything she did, but when it came to the idea of a wedding, she just felt like it wasn’t meant for someone like her.

“Always, but a wedding speech reward would have to be extra special.” He ignored the little voice in his head telling him that if anyone in his pack asked, he definitely would give a speech and that he’d probably be proud to do so. Despite the fact that he’d definitely been fishing to find out Candy’s feelings about weddings, her direct question caught him off guard. “I-” Was he against marriage? He took a drink to buy himself time to answer. 

“No,” he said after a few seconds, glancing down at Candy almost hesitantly, afraid that the truth might scare her off. Every muscle in his body was tense, and he knew she’d be able to feel his fear through the bond. “I’m not against marriage. When I was a human, before I got turned, I was engaged.” It scared him to even think about wanting that commitment, but he knew, deep down, that he did. “But I never met anyone after that I wanted to tie myself to in that way. I never stuck around long enough to get that far with anyone, anyway.” Until he met her. He tried to be casual as he lifted his glass again, but he drained half of it in one swig, and there was no hiding how nervous he was. 

“What about you?” Maybe it was a conversation for another time, or maybe it was too soon for them to have this conversation at all. They were mates, yes, but their love was still so new. This commitment was still something he was adjusting to, something he was getting used to craving. Cal couldn’t take back the question, though, and he found that he did want to know, even if it wasn’t the answer his heart craved.

“Oooh, an extra special reward... you might have to help me figure out what exactly constitutes extra special rewards,” she teased playfully. She felt the tremor of fear that went through him at her question, but this time she braced herself against the impulse to react. Marriage was kind of scary, and as she’d learned the other day, sometimes what he was really scared of what different from her first thought, so she’d let him actually explain before she abandoned him.

“You were engaged?” Candy’s eyes widened, she didn’t know that. She’d thought Cal had been a perpetual bachelor before her, that was the impression he’d always given her, at least. “Who was she?” She felt torn, but the part that needed to know about the mysterious woman Cal had loved before her won out over the part that was scared to know anything about Cal’s past love.

Cal wrapped his arm tight around her waist, splaying his fingers out to draw her closer. “You’re cruel,” he teased, planting a kiss on the top of her head. “You’d have to make it a damn good reward.” It was hard to avoid looking at the crowd of happy wedding goers. He supposed he was one of them too. It had been a long time since he’d gone to any wedding, let alone one he actually wanted to be at. 

“So you don’t mind the corny speeches, but do you like all of….this? The wedding itself? Other people getting married?” At one point, Cal would’ve rolled his eyes at all of it - and part of him still felt that way. The formality of it all, putting such a tight, never ending label on a relationship. But…but there was joy in his heart that he hadn’t felt in a long time. He felt like he had a home, and even a future to look forward to. As much as he’d hate to admit it, he wasn’t having a bad time, and he didn’t really want to leave. 

“Aren’t my rewards always damn good?” She teased, looking around at everyone all dressed up, chatting and smiling. She liked the atmosphere at weddings, especially ones like this one where everyone was so close. It was what she liked about pack events, everyone seemed to genuinely care about the others.