Lucas was dripping sweat when Noah called a break. For several minutes they were silent save for heavy breathing and drinking water.
“Have you ever taught these tricks to an officer before?” Lucas asked when his breathing steadied.
Noah didn’t meet Lucas’ eyes for a long while. “No, sir. You’re the first I’ve met who’s competent enough to learn.”
“Thank you,” Lucas replied. “I appreciate it.”
“You realize it’s not enough to just counter our greater speed and strength, don’t you?” Noah finally turned to Lucas.
Lucas didn’t know how to answer.
“Shifters fight dirty, Lucas.” Noah’s expression said there was more to his words than appeared on the surface. “We use claws and teeth every chance we get. You have to be willing to do the same.”
“I don’t exactly have claws.” Lucas curled the fingers of one hand in illustration.
“No, but you do have teeth.”
“But no fangs.”
“You don’t always have to break the skin to win the fight,” Noah said enigmatically. “You won’t always have to fight in order to win.”
Lucas started to ask Noah what he meant, when something subtle in Noah’s posture changed. Lucas planted his feet and braced for impact.
This was Lucas’ final exam. Noah wasn’t holding back now. He used all of his were strength and speed to try to pin Lucas to the floor.
Noah captured Lucas from behind, preparing to lift him and toss him down. Lucas slithered around so they were face-to-face. He was stunned to see Noah’s eyes glowing silver and looking just like a wolf’s. His surprise almost cost him the fight, and Lucas realized he had to get his reactions under control.
Lucas shifted his weight, and Noah lost his footing. Together they crashed to the floor. Noah’s speed had him on top of Lucas in heartbeat. Lucas found enough leverage that he was able to topple Noah and slide out from under him. Pressing his unexpected advantage, Lucas shifted around to Noah’s back and carried him to the floor, face down.
He dug his knees into Noah’s legs to restrict his movements. Lucas shoved Noah’s left shoulder into the floor with one hand. His other hand he curled under Noah’s right shoulder and lifted slightly. Lucas had Noah pinned, unable to gain the leverage he needed to dump Lucas off his back.
As impossible as it seemed, Lucas was a tap-out away from beating a werewolf in hand-to-hand.
He felt Noah shift and get his left hand under his chest. With his shifter strength, he’d be able to do a one-armed push up, even with Lucas on his back. Lucas realized he had to do something and do it quick. His mind raced. He remembered what Noah had said about claws and teeth.
Before his brain could catch up with his body, Lucas lowered his head and sank his teeth into a tendon at the back of Noah’s neck.
Beneath him, Noah froze. Lucas didn’t bite hard, just enough to get Noah’s attention. He could taste the tang of Noah’s sweat and the musk of his skin. Lucas inhaled and his senses filled with the scents of skin, sweat, warm fur and, as absurd as it seemed, petrichor. Within seconds, his cock was hard and pressing into the swell of Noah’s firm ass.
All motion stopped for the span of several heartbeats before Noah moved again. Lucas sank his teeth deeper into Noah’s neck, and to his own surprise, he fucking growled.
Beneath him, Noah made a high-pitched sound that could have been a whine. It might have been a whimper. In response, Lucas flexed his hips and rubbed his erection against Noah. He was losing his fucking mind.
As Lucas watched, Noah’s long fingers shifted until they were thick, sharp claws. Releasing Noah’s neck, Lucas pressed his lips to the shell of Noah’s ear.
“Put those the fuck away,” he snarled. “Don’t you ever use your claws against me.”
Immediately, Noah’s fingers shifted until they were tipped only with blunt fingernails.
Noah slowly lowered himself to the floor, and Lucas released him. Noah pressed one cheek to the floor, baring the unbitten side of his neck this time. He stared sightlessly and breathed heavily through parted lips. Lucas sank his teeth into the unmarked side of Noah’s neck and when he did, Noah’s entire body went limp. The feel of Noah’s submission had Lucas’ blood singing in his veins. He could hear it rushing in his ears. He rutted hard against Noah’s ass, realizing he was fucking close to getting off just like this.
Suddenly, Lucas understood. Dominating Noah was only part of it. Lucas’ true victory was Noah’s willing submission. Still, a part of him, the human part of him, resisted the urge to rub his dick against Noah’s ass until he came. A primal part of him that recognized Noah’s wolf bit down harder and growled again. Noah whimpered again, lifting his hips to push himself against Lucas’ erectio
n. He matched Lucas’ rhythm, moving in counter point and rutting himself against the floor.
Something didn’t feel right. Lucas released Noah’s neck and started to kneel up.
“You have to finish this,” Noah literally growled.
“I don’t understand,” Lucas gasped.
Noah shifted, started to turn, started to dislodge Lucas. Surprising himself, Lucas pushed his hands into Noah’s back, pinning him back to the floor.
“I didn’t say you could move,” Lucas hissed in Noah’s ear.
“Yes, sir,” Noah moaned, lifting his hips backward into Lucas once again.
Lucas rubbed his cheek against the soft bristle of Noah’s hair. He inhaled deeply and caught the edge of a new scent. He couldn’t identify it, but it caused blood to surge into his cock, and Lucas’ only course of action was to rub himself against Noah’s ass.
They were going to do this. Lucas realized Noah needed him to see this through to its obvious conclusion. It had to be a werewolf thing. He didn’t understand it, but if Noah needed this, Lucas would give it to him.
However, Lucas wasn’t a dog, and he refused to hump like one.
Sitting up to give Noah room to maneuver, Lucas ordered, “Turn over.”
Noah moved so fast, Lucas didn’t see it. As soon as he realized Noah lay on his back, Lucas’ hand snaked out and wrapped around his throat and squeezed slightly. Noah’s lips pulled back in a snarl, and in the blink of an eye, he’d grown four fangs.
Lucas dropped down over Noah, their faces separated by no more than a breath. He tightened his grip on Noah’s throat and said, “Don’t you fucking dare threaten me with your fangs. Put those goddamn things away.”
Noah’s silver eyes widened, looking all wolf now. His nostrils flared even as his fangs disappeared. He breathed heavily through parted lips, struggling to drag in air past Lucas’ grip.
Without looking away from Noah’s eyes, Lucas reached his free hand into Noah’s shorts and withdrew his straining erection. Noah’s brows furrowed at the first touch of Lucas’ hand, and he moaned. Lucas stroked him, and Noah lifted his hips roughly.
Releasing Noah and reaching into his own shorts, Lucas took out his hard cock and stroked himself several times. Noah pushed up with his hips, seeking contact. He made a frustrated sound and started to reach between their bodies.
“Put your fucking hands down,” Lucas said through clenched teeth. “You don’t touch unless I tell you to.”
“Yes, sir,” Noah breathed, hips pushing up into Lucas desperately.
Aligning their erections, Lucas wrapped his hand around them both and stroked. It took him several tries to find the right rhythm, but finally, he stroked their cocks in counter point to the thrust of their hips.
Noah’s wolf-eyes glazed over and his breath moved hotly over Lucas’ cheek. His face was flushed, and his lips were dark red. Lucas’ balls tightened and began to rise as his climax built. Before he knew what he was doing, Lucas lowered his head and kissed Noah.
It was a searing kiss. Noah’s mouth was hot and wet. He opened readily for Lucas’ tongue and met it with his own. Lucas licked into him deeply, eager for more. He’d been told wolves don’t kiss. Lucas thought he remembered hearing that shifters didn’t kiss. Fuck it. Lucas was human, and he was enjoying kissing Noah.
Noah whimpered into Lucas’ mouth, and the sound of it, the vibration, slammed through Lucas and settled in his cock. He tore his mouth away from Noah’s as he cried out and came. Lucas rocked and shuddered against Noah’s body. His cock pulsed in his hand, hot jets of come rolling down over his fingers. One last violent tremor rolled through Lucas before he nearly collapsed on top of Noah.