Hello all of my awesome readers! Thank you so much for your patience and allowing me the time I needed to edit Ch. 00 and Ch. 01. Both are posted and I would love all of you to go back, re-read, and re-vote on the two chapters. I am now getting back to writing new chapters and will be getting back into my two-week timeline. I hope that this second portion of RwW will be as enjoyable as the first! As always, read, review, and vote!
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Flint lay awake in his bed, contemplating the night as he stared blankly at the ceiling. He wasn't able to sleep; he hadn't since Garrett had walked out on him. Because of his new wolf senses, he could feel his Destined faintly through their natural bond. It was nothing more than a nag in the back of his mind, but it was growing stronger the longer they stayed near one another. The only purpose it was serving was to constantly remind him Garrett was both within reach and practically across the world at the same time.
Another sense that had dramatically improved was Flint's sense of smell. At the moment, he wished it hadn't. He could still scent faint traces of Storm and Thunder's musk from when they had marked Samantha. It was making his wolf antsy, feeling as if he were encroaching on another wolf's Destined. Samantha herself smelt heavily of the twins, making it difficult to be so close to her, but being of her pack gave him some privilege to be around her. As long as he didn't overstep, the twins would have no reason to feel threatened.
The issue now was that the scent of sex was riling his wolf even more than he already was, giving him the urge to go and mark his own mate. His instincts were feeding him a constant stream of images of his Destined in different scenarios. They ranged from Garrett simply smiling at him, to far less innocent fantasies of them lying naked together in bed. Those little treasures had forced Flint to get up and "relieve" himself more than a few times. It was embarrassing beyond belief, and the reason he was still in the third bedroom and not with the others.
'Speaking of which...'
Flint glanced down at his tented boxers, glaring at the spot of moisture at the top. His wolf's last fantasy had been of Garrett lying beneath him, gasping his name as he blushed in pleasure. It was a beautiful image, but at the moment it was nothing but torture to witness.
As Flint sat up on the bed, he contemplated the night Garrett walked away from him and the week following. It had been a special type of hell for him. His wolf was never at rest, constantly pacing in the back of his mind. Since he had begun to develop, his wolf was becoming more and more in tune with its own wants and needs as a werewolf. With each passing day it was becoming harder to keep away from his Destined. All he wanted to do was take Garrett to his bed, cover him with his scent, and mark him with the mating mark so they could live as a true mated pair.
The only reason he had been able to keep away was his drive to become strong enough to protect the man he was growing to love. He had first put all of his drive and pent up energy into getting out of the damn wheelchair faster than Doc Rivers liked, and since then he had been pestering anyone and everyone willing to help him train and fight. His brothers had even started teaching him proper ways to work out his rapidly developing muscles. The problem was he had more energy than his body had endurance; the strain on his new body was tremendous, so Doc Rivers had finally put an end to the workouts.
For now, he would have to put up with the sexual frustration and the fantasies his wolf was conjuring up for him.
Hanging his legs off the bed, Flint shifted his hips to pull down his boxers and free his erection. He glared accusingly at the 9" pillar of aroused flesh standing amongst the trim nest of blond waves. It was one of many things that had changed since his first transformation. He used to be much smaller, and rarely had he ever felt the need to masturbate, but since his wolf had merged with his human system, it had kicked his body into gear. In a few short weeks his body had caught up to his age to become that of a 21-year-old wolf, instead of a 15-year-old human boy; he had thicker hair on his limbs and chest, as well as around his groin leading up to his belly button. His muscles were growing at a steady rate to give him a swimmer's build, and it wasn't just his penis that had grown taller. He would be 6'6" soon, instead of the 5'9" he used to be. The soreness of the sudden growth had subsided over the last few days, meaning he no longer needed the wheelchair.
All of that was good and great, except now he had to deal with the new metabolism and libido that came with his new body.
Groaning in defeat, Flint rolled his underwear to the ground, grasped his swollen member at the base, and began stroking up and down. He let his wolf push forward slightly, allowing it to feed off the pleasure. It would satisfy the animal part of him until he figured out what to do. Flint's wolf took full advantage of his reprieve, flooding their shared conscious with images and short scenes of Garrett in different scenarios.
Since he had already cum multiple times that night, Flint's orgasm was slow to rise. The build up was intense, bringing a thin sheen of sweat to collect all over his body. He started to pant lightly, leaning back with his free hand propping him up because he couldn't keep upright any longer. The muscles in his thighs clenched and released until they were sore and close to cramping.
When he remembered the feel of Garrett kissing him his hand began to move faster. That one gentle kiss had not been anything sexual, but it was the something that added authenticity to Flint's fantasies. It pushed him that last inch, the tightening in his abdomen his only warning as his balls pulled up and-
Knock knock. "Hey Flint are you up?-!"
Flint froze. His wolf froze. The air itself seemed to stop moving as Garrett pushed his bedroom door open and leaned his head in. For a moment he only stared, his grey eyes growing wide as he took in Flint's sweaty and exposed body reclining on the bed directly before him.
Flint had grown up in a wolf pack; nudity and sex were of no issue to him, but watching the way Garrett's eyes lingered over his body, seeing his arousal for him in all of its glory, brought up deep feelings of embarrassment, shame, and intense worry. It also made him want to cum so intensely he almost released his load right there onto his abdomen.
Flint was the first to move, grabbing a pillow from the floor to cover himself and add a sort of barrier between the man he wanted to love and his confused feelings. Garrett came back to himself again once he moved, focusing his eyes on the door he held in his hand. "Sorry, I... I woke up to pee, and I had an urge... I just wanted to see you, is all." He looked back to Flint's eyes, the intensity of the grey making Flint's erection throb painfully. "Would you like some company?"
Flint shook his head quickly. "No! No I'm fi-Hnnn." He cringed, his body curling in on itself as the beads on the decorative pillow grazed the sensitive skin along the bottom of his erection. Garrett perked up in worry, coming fully into the room. He was only wearing a pair of sleep pants, his hair a mess of light waves around the middle of his neck. His eyes had a bit of puff to them, as if he had woken up not long ago.
The door swung shut quietly behind Garrett as he took a tentative step towards the bed. "Are you sure?"
Flint could see the lust in his Destined's eyes. It was brightening his irises into a silver ring around his dilating pupils. He tried to tell Garrett he was fine, that he should leave, but his wolf froze their tongue. Garrett had just admitted he was feeling the mating pull, even if he did not know that that was what it was. As the mating pull had been growing stronger in Flint, it was doing the same in his mate. The animal in him would not allow anything to hinder his Destined from coming to them willingly. Flint was forced to sit silently as Garrett continued walking towards him with slow, measured steps.
"I just had this sudden urge to come and check on you. Maybe... there's something I can do?" Garrett made it to stand between Flint's slightly spread knees. He stared down at Flint so intensely he wasn't prepared for Garrett to suddenly drop down to his knees. "Let me take a look."
Flint gasped, feeling his Destined's hands gently touch his legs and push them farther apart. "Th-that's- That's alright! I'm okay I promise- OW! Dammit." In his sudden panic, Flint accidently rubbed the pillow against himself again. The sharp beads scraped unkindly against the delicate flesh, but on the bright side it was slowly getting rid of his erection.
It came back full force as Garrett pulled the barrier away to get a better look.
