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Dieter's POV

It was morning but I was too lazy to move from the bed. Especially since Crispin was cuddled up against me and still sleeping soundly.

'It's going to be very hard to leave them.' Carlisle chimed in and I assume he meant Crispin's wolf as well.

'I don't want to think about that yet.'

'We have to. How are we to go back without him? Without Carter? I've grown wildly protective of that kid and his lycan.'

'So he is a Lycan? You can tell. Carlisle?'

'Yes, he is. I am sure Crispin will be ecstatic.'

'Crispin will just have to make a trip to see us.' I sighed, but I knew deep down that would not be enough. It would never be enough until he was living with me.

'That would not put me at ease, Dieter.' He sighed and began pacing back and forth in my head.

'I know, but it's the best I can do for now. I don't want to put added pressure on him.'

I knew that Crispin had struggles of his own, that he worried for his pack. I knew we had to have this conversation at some point but I enjoyed this moment of bliss we were in. I didn't come to mate and mark (thought it was in the back of my mind). But if we do decide to take that step then I don't want that to be tainted with the after effects.

Perhaps that makes me slightly careless and childish, but at this moment I couldn't find a reason to care. I had a mate. And I would enjoy my life with him. No matter what.

Even now, having Crispin by my side makes the idea of a sacrifice not so bad.

'Do not mark him, just to leave him. We don't know the repercussions and how that can affect a wolf.'

I knew Carlisle was trying to warn me. But this was a decision I wanted to make. A decision I never thought I'd be able to make. So if I wanted to mark Crispin, then I would.

"You seem deep in thought." Cripins' sweet voice pulled me from my thoughts and I turned to look down at him. His eyes were still hooded and his face held lines from laying on my shirt for so long through the night. But he still looked so handsome.

"I was just talking with Carlisle."

"Your wolf? Is everything alright?" He asked with a yawn, but still unmoving from laying on top of me.

"Yes, everything is fine. But he did tell me some information you might be interested in." Crispin raised an eyebrow and waited for me to continue. "Our dear Carter is a lycan."

Crispin sat up with haste and turned fully to look at me. Surprise evident in his eyes as well as confusion.

"A lycan? But my father was a werewolf and his mother was a werewolf as well."

"It's rare, extremely rare. But it happens."

"I don't know how to raise a lycan... I barely know how to raise a werewolf."

There was a stark difference between lycans and werewolves other than physical attributes. It had to do with emotions and personalities as well. Lycans were a lot more demanding and resisted group activities unless it was their immediate family. Whereas werewolves enjoy being in the presence of others. Lycans when they are children have stronger personalities and are more aware of the changes around them. They can sense things werewolves can't seeing as they get their other half so early on.

"Don't be too hard on yourself," I whispered as I pulled him back down to my chest. "Plus I happen to know a lycan who would be more than willing to help."

Even the thought of my best friend warmed my chest. I missed him.

"Oh yes, Koa. I forgot. Does he happen to know anyone who is black? I only can learn so much, but I want Carter to be immersed in his culture."

I wanted to laugh so badly but I held my tongue. I knew this was not the time for teasing.

"Koa is mixed as well. Though he is more white passing, he does have sisters who look like Carter, and family members who are fully black. There are a lot, trust me I have met them all."

The memory of the last time I went to visit Koa and it happened to be on one of the weekends of his family get-togethers. And they were playing this ridiculous game called madness. It wasn't until I was drunk beyond repair that the rules began to make sense. I suppose though that was the whole point of the game.

Crispin let out a soft hum in acknowledgment and I began to prepare and set a time for us to visit Koa.

"Something is off between us..." He began but I stayed quiet. Letting him rant to me. "Since that alpha summit, things have shifted between Carter and me. I don't have the patience like I used to." He took a deep breath and continued. "I've never used my voice on him like that before. I've never yelled at him. And I did...he thinks he did something wrong. He thinks it's his fault. But--"

I could feel my shirt begin to get wet from his tears. I just held him tighter, unaware of what to say. I did hear Carter talking but it was too faint so I wasn't able to catch everything that was being said.

"I'm sure he knows you didn't mean it."

"He doesn't, he doesn't. I didn't apologize. I didn't try and talk I just left him crying in his room...why did I that?"

A thought, so horrible began to creep in, but I pushed it down as far as I could. Because there was no way it was true. It wouldn't be. It couldn't be. And I wouldn't let it.

"When we come back, you can apologize and he will forgive you."

Crispin continued to cry in my arms and I sat there, worry seeping into my pores. I wanted nothing more than to take this pain away from him, but there was not much for me to do. There's not much I can do. But let him know that I am here for him and always will be.

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Crispin apologized for the rest of the morning. I told him after every time there was no need. He believes he ruined our morning with his tears but I disagree, our bond grew stronger. Much stronger. I felt it.

He also apologized because we were staying in the house yet again. And again I told him, as long as I am with him I do not care where we are or what we are doing. Though I could tell he didn't believe me, I wanted to find a way to prove to him just how much I loved being with him. And just him.

Crispin was making our lunch, and I watched him move freely in the kitchen. He always looked so at peace there. All his worries were gone. But he still looked incredibly tense.

"I have something special planned for us tomorrow." He spoke, his back toward me.

"What is it?"

"A date, just to get us out of the house. It's nothing super grandiose. But I hope you enjoy it." He had yet to turn to look at me, but I wanted him to. I can see he was nervous to ask me. But does he not know he has no reason to be? Even if the date was to the dumpster, or worse the human city, I would still go in a heartbeat.

I walked over to where he was standing wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled him against me. I'd never get tired of smelling him.

"Are you going to be there?" I asked as I dipped my head into his neck and started laying small kisses up and down it.

"Y--yes I will be there." He stuttered out. His face flushed with a warm red.

Fuck, I do want to top him. Yet at the same time, I want him to stop me.

All I know is when we do finally mate, it's going to be a long, long night.

"Then I'm going to love it." I flicked my tongue out and licked the shell of his ear. He let out a soft shiver against me, as I held him tighter.

I didn't stop there, I wanted more. I needed more.

My whole body buzzed and burned for Crispin. Partly because it had gone untouched for so long, but now, it was awake and alive. The only way to calm this beast was to feed it. And it was starving.

I let my hands travel up his abs and around his navel. I traced the edge of his pants with my fingers, feeling his shiver against me. Crispin had stopped moving altogether. Our lunch was long forgotten, but I didn't care, and neither did he. We were hungry for something else.

I watched as his bulge grew and I could see the outline of a thick and long cock. He had one of the best ones I've ever seen. And from the way he carried himself and the confidence he held, I could tell he knew how to use it.

It didn't matter to me that he had only been with one person. It made me even more eager to show him a world full of pleasure. And it eased my possessiveness knowing that I would be his one and only.

He'd never know another dick other than mine.

The thought caused mine to jump in my pants. I was pressed firmly against Crispin so I knew he felt it. It was also aligned perfectly within his ass and it took every ounce of control to not rub against him. At least not yet.

My hand slipped beneath his waistband and I firmly gripped his awaiting dick in my hand. Crispin let out a soft hiss at the sensation and as I kept eating away at his neck. His head was fully leaning to the side, giving me all access to it in the most deliciously submissive way.

I gave him one long and slow stroke. Crispin's eyes were closed tightly and his mouth parted open. What a beautiful sight.

As I stroked I slowly rutted myself against him. Not too much to startle him but enough to see if he enjoyed it. He let out a soft moan at the action, which was all I needed.

I began to move against him in the same rhythm I moved my hand on his dick. Precum was leaking all over my hand and I had to resist the urge to bend down and lick it clean. I'd have my chance to taste him again. Soon, very soon.

Crispin was not fully leaning into me, letting me abuse his body in the ways I had dreamed of. This just showed how much he trusted me.

I picked up speed with each thrust and stroke. My dick fits perfectly between his ass cheeks and my mind imagines slamming myself into him. I bet he'd take me so good. I bet he'd beg for me. I bet he'd cry for me.

Crispin's fingers sat firmly in my locks, pulling and gripping as hard as he could. He let out moan after moan as did I. I loved it when he pulled my hair.

I pulled his dick out fully from his pants, needing more range of motion.

"Watch," I whispered in his ear, finally pulling away from his neck. Crispin let out a soft moan as his eyes flooded open and he moved his eyes to look down before him. His face went bright red at the crude scene, but lust was still evident in his eyes.

"Do you feel how hard I am?" I asked as I stopped stroking him a moment and began dry-humping my mate's ass. Crispin nodded, his tongue flicking out to wet his lips. I had to resist the urge to bite it.

"Do you want me here?" I positioned myself to where I was right on top of his hole. Crispin let out a whimper. I squeezed his shaft and he pulled my hair tighter, just how I liked it.

He nodded but that wasn't enough. I wanted to hear him say it. Have it engrained in my brain.

"Use your words like the big boy you are." I teased him, reminiscing on our first sexual encounter over the phone. He let out a short laugh but was cut short as I stroked him again.

"Yes, I want you on my hole, Dieter."

A deep animalistic growl came barreling out of me, no longer able to contain myself. I began jerking him with a quick, and heavy speed. Crispin let out a loud cry. I could feel his legs start to shake. He was getting lost in the pleasure and could barely stand on two feet.

My hips moved at their own pace against his ass. My dick was rock solid and precum dripped down my thigh.

I don't know how much more of this I can take. His neck and marking spot were open for the taking and I wanted nothing more than to pull his pants down and ram into him with the power and strength of 1000 elephants. But I had to be patient. I had a feeling Crispin felt the same and I knew neither of us could go much longer without marking.

"D--d--ugh." Crispin tried to speak but it was intelligible as I continued my quick, rough speed.

"I'm--uuhhgg." I knew what that meant. And I was right behind him.

Seconds later he came all over his shirt. I watched as the ropes of cum flew out and some of it hit his neck and chin. I came as I watched, and I felt the warmth of it cover me. My vision blurred as ecstasy filled my body. A deep groan slipped from my lips as we both welcomed the orgasmic feeling.

We stood panting for moments after, too overwhelmed to move, and I don't think I wanted to. Part of me was slightly annoyed with the stickiness I now felt within my pants. It should have either gone on him, or inside him.

But I knew that there would be no stopping us next time our urges were present.