I kissed him then and it was hard, possessive as only a wolf could be. I was being stupid I knew that. But I was a dominant wolf and someone just threatened to steal from me. All my instincts of possessiveness and protectiveness were going full force and I needed him. Because after all the years I spent living with him I considered him pack. What a dangerous, dangerous thought...

He kissed me back though, moaning into my mouth. Of course, I couldn’t miss an opportunity like that. I pushed my tongue into his mouth, taking him, tasting all of him. He pressed up against me the scent of his arousal thick in the air around us, making my head spin. Or maybe I just needed oxygen… I reluctantly let his mouth go and leaned down to his neck, knowing he was very sensitive there. He whined for me, almost like a wolf, his hands going to my hair and tugging lightly. Gods he tasted good. I licked a line up his neck feeling his pulse quicken, then I started sucking, marking him.

“Reid,” he moaned softly for me, griding his hard cock against my belly. Fuck there were too many clothes between us. He must have thought the same thing because he started tugging at my shirt. I stopped worrying his neck, letting myself admire the bruise I made for a second. Oh, how I loved the contrast between the bruise and his pale skin. Then I took off his shirt, my hands lingering on his stomach, his chest, the showing ribs. The soft sounds that escaped him were like the best fucking song I ever heard. I made a quick work of my own shirt, wanting to feel the warmth of his body against me. I groaned as I pulled him close to me, feeling my hard cock push against my zipper. Fuck!

“Jeans. Off,” he said, breathless, his eyes filled with lust as his hands traveled on my chest and stomach. It felt so much better than Daniel’s attempts. I shook my head not wanting to think of anyone but Matt. I easily picked him up, my hands on his round ass, as I got up and threw him down in the middle of the bed. Then dread filled me as the bed gave a terrible loud creak. Matt looked at me in shock, then laughed oh so loudly and happily. “Oh, god, your face.” He was laughing at me. Great.

“Shut up, you wouldn’t be laughing if you knew how thin the walls are,” I told him. Actually, they weren’t thin at all, they were much thicker than walls in human houses, but the werewolf hearing still worked all too well. Everyone in the house could hear us. Everyone.

“O-oh,” he said, the goofy smile not leaving his lips. “I guess the mafia isn’t really keen on homosexuals huh? Are they going to kill us?”

“What are you smiling for? Your life is in very big danger, you know?” I frowned at him.

“I know it’s very serious,” he said, though he smiled even wider. “But I’m in your childhood room, trying to have sex on a squeaky bed, while your mafia family plans war. It’s a fucking joke.” He laughed and goddamnit he was going to have a mental breakdown and soon.

“Many people around here would love to kill both you and me, including people from my family…” I told him because he needed to know. His smile faded away then, fear finally showing itself. “But I won’t let them,” I said with a hint of a growl, making sure he heard the certainty in my voice; the promise. “I will keep you safe, I will protect you and the second this war is over I will get you as far away from here as is humanly possible. I promise.”

A tear fell down his cheek and he started shaking fear replacing the arousal. I lay down next to him, taking him in my arms as he started to sob. My wolf whimpered nervously not understanding why Matt was so sad, so scared, and I wanted to rip apart anything and everything that was making my boy feel this way. But I couldn’t, so I held him close instead and ran my hand up and down his back soothingly as he cried quietly, shaking and shivering. My chest was wet from his tears. I whispered softly to him, promising that I would protect him, that I wouldn’t let anyone hurt him, that I was right here with him… Eventually, he stopped and just lay there in my arms.

“Why did they want me here? You left the mafia life didn’t you?” he asked oh so quietly.

“You can never really leave this life…” I sighed pulling his head closer to my chest. But… Wait. That was actually a good question. Why was Matt here? How the hell did they know about him? Why the hell would they care about me enough to get him here? I frowned, thinking hard. I just came back… How could…

“Reid?” he asked, pulling away so he could look at my face.

Why would the mercenaries waste time looking for him, buying him a ticket, and getting him here? Why would I be so important?

“Reid?” He cupped my face, forcing me to look at him. His eyes were puffed up, his face wet and red. He was like an oasis in a stormy weather though. I felt so lost in the werewolf world and here he was the fragile human, the lamb in the lion’s den. Three years. I spent three years with him and I felt good. We went to college together, lived together, partied and studied together… occasionally had sex together – so almost every day. He never asked of me more than I could give him. He never commented on my habit of avoiding questions about my past and family, he never asked for more than just sex. And here he was in mortal danger because of me. Damn it… Suddenly he kissed me, slowly, gently just a whisper of a touch. I couldn’t let any damn mercenaries not even fucking Marc or Father take him away from me. I would not allow it.

“I want to fuck you,” I told him, his mouth still just inches away from mine. “But you have a lot to deal with right now and I don’t want to mess you up even more so I need you to tell me no…”

But instead, that fucking asshole whispered oh so softly: “Fuck me.” And I knew I was lost… There was absolutely nothing I could’ve done other than obey…