Tales of Redwind

Note: This short story takes place after the end of Adrien's Mate and is developing alongside the beginning of His Unrequited Love. Contains minor spoilers for both books, but can be read as a standalone. Seth “Come here, puppy,” I tap at my lap, my eyes burning with anticipation as I wait for my mate to lift his head from the paperwork on his desk. It’s been hours since he even looked in my direction, all immersed in his drawings and legal documents and whatnot. The man looks too hot for his own good when he gets so lost in his work to the point he forgets about the existence of the outside world, and I am getting bored. I mean, I love watching him like this. His eyes get this delicious shade of steel-through-glass shiny grey, strands of that dark blonde hair of his falling over his eyes and the way he moves absent-mindedly to push it away every time… god, my hands itch to reach out and do it for him. Shuffle him a little, ruin him. I don’t. Reach out that is. I just sit here in my sofa chair, silently admiring the scorching hot view. Adrien has rolled the sleeves of his white button down shirt up to his elbows and my mouth waters as I imagine tracing the bulging veins underneath his tanned skin with my tongue. I’d have him pinned to the wall. I can almost taste the salt on his skin and my mouth salivates as in my mind’s eye I turn him facing the wall, only to track the lines of his back my tongue and work my way down to his delicious ass before start eating him… “Stop eye-f*ucking me,” Adrien murmurs under his breath, barely lifting his eyes from his work to look at me. “Got s*hit to do.” I got s*hit to do too but instead I am here with him, so I am not having this answer from my lover boy. I lift a brow at him, but don’t comment on what he said. I just wait for him to catch on. A small smirk lands on my lips. At least he noticed me watching this time. Recently, he’s been buried in his work and won’t care about anything else around him. It all started after the news that his friend, the ex-alpha, came back from exile. Ever since each time I try to get close to Adrien he avoids me, like he feels guilty for having me or something just as dumb. Like he’s afraid that being happy might be seen as a way to mock that said friend. So, Adrien is ignoring me, making me wait for him. We haven’t f*ucked in days. Which won’t do. Not at all. I will not let the ghost of Victor Valentine cloud my happiness. And I won't let the presence of that man make my mate sad. I don’t know Victor Valentine, I have never met the guy, but I know of him. Adrien didn’t tell me the whole tragic story, but I am not as dumb as I seem. I can easily fill in the gaps of what was missed in that story - Victor’s in the closet, like really, really deep, and that pretty much ruined his life, with his scorned lover sentencing him to exile being the lowest point of his existence. I guess I should be sorry for him but I’m not. I don’t like him. Maybe it’s got something to do with me not being too fond of anyone who makes my puppy sad, or maybe I really don’t like the way that man acts, all this holier than thou. Maybe it’s a bit of both. What kind of a person do you have to be to cut off your best friend forever just because you got a s*hitty deal in life? It’s not Adrien’s fault what happened after the war. And sure as hell he can’t be blamed for backing up Veronica Valentine when their entire pack’s future depended on the alliances they made. If Adrien hadn’t stood by her side, they’d be all dead today. Plus, Adrien did make efforts to reach out and keep his friendship with Victor. He never got a response from the bastard. A low grumble forms in my throat the more I think about it. I want to make things good for my puppy and make him carefree again, but I can’t intervene this time. It’s not my job to fight his battles. All I can do is be there by his side as he does it on his own and win every single one of them. What I can do is show him that his happiness is not less important than his ex-alpha’s, and it’s not something to be ashamed of. No matter the fate of his cousin. “Just a few more minutes…” he tells me now, completely unfocused in the not-conversation we are having. “Come here,” I growl at him but he just hmph’s me. I leave the glass of scotch on the small table next to my chair and get up to my feet, making sure to move as quiet as possible as I approach him. Adrien doesn’t notice me at first. He’s so immersed in his work, so determined in his misery that he can’t see anything else around him. Acting as if working his ass off day and night for the pack’s sake will somehow redeem him in front of his friend. I remember how guilty he looked last week at Victor Valentine’s welcome home party, how embarrassed he seemed to introduce me as his mate in front of that man. His male mate. I guess my puppy needs a reminder he’s mine and there is no way I give a f*uck what others feel or think about it. And yeah, maybe a hint of guilt rushes through me now as I remember the way Victor looked back at us - like he’d been punched in the gut at the realization he never got the chance to be who he was born to be while others like me and Adrien took that chance unapologetically. Not my problem, I remind myself. My only concern is my mate. Everyone else can go suck it. “Get up!” I order Adrien when I am just a step away from him. He hmph’s me again, not even realising I am this close to him. That’s it. With a grunt I reach out and twist my fingers in his hair, yanking him toward me. He startles, of course, grunting with pain. He was too distracted to notice me approaching. Now he’s halfway up, staring at me with those heated grey eyes over his shoulder, his hand on my wrist as if to stop me. I squeeze just to see how far I can take this and he winces, a puff of breath leaving his plush lips as his eyes go dangerously light. “Did you just hmph me, lover boy?” I ask with a dangerously low voice, my breath burning his face. “Seth, I really don’t have the time…” “Then make some,” I growl in his ear before I turn him around, lips lingering over his for a kiss that never happens as I shove him forward, his back hitting the top of the desk, his breath swooshing out of him with a thud. Before he has any actual chance to protest, I am on him, pinning him with my body to the desk. Sheets of paper and drawing supplies fall off the edge but I don’t give a s*hit. “What are you doing?” Adrien asks, but he’s not making any effort to stop me and that’s all the ‘go’ I need to continue with the game. “What does it seem like I’m doing?” I breathe out. For a long moment we stare into each other without saying a word. I can feel the hesitation in Adrien. His body is stiff, his hands on my chest as if he’s deciding whether to push me away or not. I know him better than that though, I know it when he needs me to take control. Just to test the ground, I lean down and trace the length of his throat with my tongue. He shivers under the dirty caress, sucking in a breath the second I reach his Adam’s Apple, his most sensitive spot. God, he tastes like heaven. For a second, I let myself indulge in that taste of his and then I remember I’ve got a lesson to teach my puppy so I get back to business. I squeeze his asscheeks between my fingers before reaching up to pull him toward me, just enough so he can face me, forcing him to look me in the eyes. “I got work…” he protests faintly as my free hand travels down his midsection and stops at his crotch. His body immediately arches toward me and a dirty smile blossoms on my lips. “The way I see it, puppy, you’ve got lessons to be taught first,” I smirk at him and he sucks in a shiver of a breath as my fingers find the outline of his hardening c*ock through his pants. “It’s important…” his next words die in his throat the second I tighten my grip on him, squeezing his length mercilessly. Adrien shudders underneath my touch, good to be reminded that just one breath from me will always be enough to light him on fire. “That’s a good puppy,” I whisper as I continue massaging him through his clothes. A moan leaves his lips and his head rolls back in defeat. He is still tense though and I don’t like it one bit. His muscles are stiff and he’s distracted, tamed, his mind not yet completely on board with what is going on in the moment. I am not having any of that. There is only one person he should be tense for and that’s me. Not some random dude who gave up on him. The same old possessiveness rushes through me like wildfire and I let out a growl against his skin. And then I bite his neck, right where his shoulder connects to his neck. Adrien shudders again, enjoying the pain as much as the pleasure. His eyes are molten steel now and he looks deliciously flushed. “Sometimes you tend to forget,” I say as I bite again, harder this time, not enough to pierce his skin, but enough to leave a visible mark for the world to see, and he sucks in a breath. “You forget who you belong to. And you need to be reminded.” “I am a person, Seth,” Adrien says through barely sucked in breaths, completely melting against my touch but still defying me, even after such a long time. “I belong to myself…” I squeeze his hair again, twisting my fist in it and he lets out another moan, louder. Another shudder goes through his body, harder than the last. “Yeah?” I chuckle darkly as I press myself against his erection. “Your d*ick says otherwise, lover.” And then I rub him again. There is nothing gentle in my touch. It’s not meant to be gentle, he doesn’t like it when I’m gentle. “No…” Adrien protests vaguely but I ignore him as I turn him swiftly around and press him down so that his front hits the desk. I spread his legs with my feet and his a*ss perches up deliciously against me. As I work to unbutton his fly, he wiggles underneath me as if trying to fight me off. If he really didn’t want me bending him over the desk he ignored me for so many days, he’d be pushing me away effortlessly, but no, my puppy just stays pinned down, ass up in the air, firm, round, delicious. Begging for me. My mouth salivates with the need to taste him there, to bite him and claim him, and I don’t waste much time as I do exactly this. Sliding to my knees, I push his pants down, exposing the firm globes of his a*ss. God, I missed this. I missed his scent, I missed his trembling body under mine. Spreading him open for me, making him suck in another breath, and I know he wants it. His body is pushing up against me, even though he hasn’t asked me, yet. He hasn’t asked me to do the one thing he loves to the skies and back but is too ashamed to admit it. My puppy has one boundary, one thing he believes is too much - and he enjoys every second of it. I spread his cheeks, putting him on full display for me, and blow a gust of cold air over his hot, sensitive skin. Adrien trembles all over. The damn needy moan that escapes him goes straight to my c*ock, making me dizzy, impatient with need. Calm down, I remind myself. My reward will be greater if I wait, and I will wait until I turn him into a hot needy mess, begging to be ruined by me. He may say he’s his own man as much as he wants, and that’s something I definitely love about him outside of the bedroom, but here? Here he’s mine. Leaning into him, I trace the rim of his greedy hole with my tongue, just a slight lick, a taste to remind us both of what’s to come. Gooseflesh spreads all over his skin. I do it again and again, until I am circling small lines around the muscle, not breaching him, not yet. Teasing him, both of us, is just as fun, just as hot. “Seth…” Adrien mumbles, but he’s unable to continue whatever he was about to say. I don’t respond, it’s impossible with my mouth on his a*ss anyway. Flattening out my tongue, I lick him, his fresh clean skin making me dizzy, he’s such a neat boy, my mate. So sweet when he wants to be. Even more fun when he doesn’t. I lick him again and he trembles underneath me, again. His legs are slightly shaking already, and I can’t help the smirk that threatens to blossom on my lips. He’s tight, god, he’s always so tight, my naughty boy. As I breach him, at first there is barely any space for my tongue to go, so I start licking again, and again, in and out, letting his body reacquaint with me. It’s been too long, he needs the time to readjust, to welcome me in like the greedy slut he is for me. The next time I shove my tongue inside him, I do it mercilessly, without any remorse for the sharp inhale that comes from him. I suppose that hurt, I suppose his d*ick is leaking by this point. Just to test my theory, I reach out and find his rock hard d*ick, squeezing at the base and Adrien curses under his breath. My thumb reaches the tip and start massaging him with circle movements, all the while I am f*ucking him with my mouth. Another curse escapes him as he braces himself, both hands squeezing the edges of the stupid desk to keep him from crumbling under his shaky legs. Delicious. Perfect. “Do you like this, lover boy?” I ask between the licks and the sucks and the teasing of his c*ockhead. Adrien doesn’t respond to me. I know for a fact his cheeks are crimson red at this point, and it’s his damn stubbornness that prevents him from speaking out. From telling me the truth. When I look up at him, his lips are sealed tight, and he’s staring at me all flushed and embarrassed and murderous. Oh, I am going to have so much fun with my lover boy.