Believe - 5. Chapter 5

SIAM POV

I couldn't help but feel like a very lucky man as I watched him play with the young pups of my, no scratch that, our pack. His parents had come and gone. They had stayed here for about a week and we had gotten to know one another.

Boris had a certain resemblance to his father. Same hair color nose, height but that's where it ended.He was like his mum in every other way. The way he walked, the way he smiled, the way he spoke.

But neither his mum nor his dad was shy so that proved that his shyness was all him. His parent's didn't have his dimples when they smiled and they didn't have his grace.

They had both been surprised and happy that their son had found a mate who is an alpha. His mum seemed content and said that they could finally rest easier. Boris had been very happy to see them and everybody had treated them like they would be family because that's what they were.

I was very happy. Boris and I had decided, after our little talk, to take things slow. Even though I was a rather physical kind of guy, I wanted him to be happy and if that meant weeks or months of secret meetings with my hands, then so be it. As long as he was happy, I was happy.

He turned his head towards me and his smile (that had been plastered there since everyone had accepted him at the barbecue) grew wider. I smiled back and he went back to his activity with the pups.

Sitting there I thought about how my life had changed these last few weeks. I was happy, he was happy, the pack was happy. But there was one problem. Everyone including Cuan who knew me like the back of his hand and especially his brother Blaez whose life goal, it seemed, was to see me fall in love, had been pestering me about my feelings. They all thought that just because he was my mate and I was destined to spend my life with him, I had to love him.

Like I've been saying, I don't believe in love. I'm physically attracted to him and our bond makes me want to keep him by my side. To protect him, provide for him and do everything in my power to make sure he feels like the only guy in my world, but there is nothing more to it. I just wasn't and couldn't be in love with him.

The only person that was on my side was my wolf. He knew that just because Rusty was our mate, didn't mean we had to be in love with him. We were his protector and provider, seeing as we were more dominant, but we had no problem submitting to him if it meant he would be happy. We were ready to do anything for him. But that wasn't love.

I wanted so badly for everyone to understand, but I knew in order for that to happen, I needed to talk to Rusty first. I hadn't noticed that I had been staring at him for a really long time until Cuan and Tate came over to where I was sitting down. Ah those two, you never see one without the other ever since Rusty arrived.

Before, even though they were quasi inseparable but now they were like Siamese twins. I think it was because of our new member.

“So have you decided to tell him about your no love rule or are you going to let him fall for you without you doing anything to protect him?”

I wanted to crawl into a hole and die. Cuan was right. I had to talk to Rusty about that but I could never seem to bring myself to it when I saw the way he smiled at me. I had tried telling him when his parents were still around, but every time I'd see him smile, I couldn't bring myself to say it. I always ended up saying something else.

I could tell that he was falling for me, so could anyone who had eyes and a brain. Even my parents had called me aside and spoken to me about it. They had wanted me to tell them what I felt for Rusty. They had been disappointed when I told them my stand on love.

“Don't be like that C. It's not like I don't want to tell him. The thing is every time he looks at me with those eyes of his, all I want to do is protect him from everything that could hurt him including me and I just can't tell him.”

Tate and Cuan just nodded their heads like they understood what I meant, but I doubted anyone could ever understand what I was feeling. I used to believe in love, but then I woke up and realized that it was just another thing that didn't exist like Santa Claus or the Easter bunny. Tate and Cuan were lucky. They had their work cut out for them seeing as they've been together since forever and then they ended up being mates.

We sat there watching Rusty play with the pups until it was time to eat. Tate was taking Cuan out to dinner and the rest of the pack was going out on our annual pack cinema night. I chose to stay behind because I wanted to think about a lot of things and I couldn't do that when there was a risk of someone noticing.

I told Rusty that I was going to stay at home so I was not shocked when he decided to stay behind also. He might have seemed comfortable with the pups; but he still was a little bit uneasy with the rest of the pack.

My mum had been trying to help him with his omega powers ever since she heard what had happened the first time we met. She also wondered why his parents hadn't helped him learn how to use his powers. Even though they were both dominant, they could have at least taught him how to direct his powers to one wolf at a time. But when asked, his parents always replied that it was for 'Boris's own good'.

After we met Rusty's parents and introduced them to the pack, we had all retreated into my father's den to talk. They told us a lot about themselves and Boris. Where they came from, how it was, how they live, their family, but they never spoke about their pack.

When my father asked about it, they seemed uncomfortable and kept opening and closing their mouths like a fish in water. Finally, it was Boris that answered.

“We don't have a pack,” he said like it was the most natural thing in the world. But it wasn't. His dad was a dominant male but he was no alpha and neither was his mum. It was not unnatural for two beta wolves to have an omega child but It was strange that two beta wolves and an omega child were pack less.

To say we were shocked would be an understatement. Boris didn't even seem bothered at all. My dad proposed they join our pack since their son was my mate and that meant he was pack. But, his parents refused, saying, “No thank you, but we can't accept your offer. But now that we know that Boris will be well taken care of, we can finally rest our minds.”

That left us even more disturbed. I wanted to ask if they were in danger, but one look from my dad said that I should keep my mouth shut, so that's what I did.

Wolves were naturally meant to be in a pack. Only wolves that have lost someone or that have been kicked out of their pack are ever alone.

My dad assured them that their son was in good hands and that should a day come when they feel the pull of belonging to a pack, they were always welcomed. After that, we all drank wine and shared jokes.

His parents had also made it known to us that he had never been away from them and my parents had reassured them that he could always contact them whenever he felt like it. So when he told my parents that he needed to Skype his parents, they didn't even hesitate. They believed him and let him stay. Besides, I was here, so he was safe. We stood on the front porch and watched as all the cars containing my family disappear down the road.

When the last car had disappeared down the road, Rusty turned and ran inside with a “catch me if you can.” Well, I could and that's what I did. I let him think he could escape, but I think we both knew that there was no place he could go. I followed his scent and found him hiding in my room. He giggled and tried to run past me.

I caught him around the waist and spun him around. He giggled louder and that brought a smile to my face. I let him go and he steadied himself using my arms. The moment his skin came in contact with mine, the air in the room became thicker. It was like an electric current that flowed through us, we were both suddenly aware of each other like never before. His pupils were twice their normal size and he was breathing rather heavily. He licked his juicy pink lips, leaving them moist with his saliva. I wanted a taste.

I cupped his cheek, while his hands still rested on my upper arms, and leaned in to kiss him. Slowly, I pecked his lips. I became addicted. His lips were so soft and sweet. I heard his breath hitch and I went back for more. I placed my lips harder on his and licked his bottom lip. He wasn't responding like I wanted so I bit his bottom lip a little and this made him open his mouth. I quickly slipped my tongue into his mouth and it was bliss.

When I heard him moan, I pulled him closer to me. He was becoming weak in the legs so I picked him up, with him wrapping his legs around my waist, and backed him into the wall. His hands rose up and went around my neck; his fingers were in my hair deepening our kiss.

We would have stayed like that forever if we didn't need to breath and even then, we only took a two seconds breather before picking up where we left off. I loved kissing him and I loved hearing his moan. They were music to my ears.

I broke the kiss and moved onto his neck. I wanted to mark him as mine. I wanted to bite down on his sweet pale flesh and claim him. I wanted to leave a mark so bold that everyone would know that he belonged to someone.

My wolf also wanted this but the human part of me reminded myself that we had agreed to go slow and that would not be going slow. So, I settled for sucking and nipping his neck leaving red angry bruises there. He threw his head back and it took all my self-control not to say fuck it and claim him.

In the position we were in, our groins were at the same level and I could feel the heat coming from it. I latched onto his neck again and rolled my hips bringing me in contact with his clothed manhood. He screamed.

“FUCK!!!!”

I had never heard him curse since he arrived here, hearing him curse now actually startled me. I pulled back and looked at him. His hair was stuck to his face with sweat and he was breathing heavily. His mouth was wide open and he was breathing through it.

When he noticed that I had stopped, he used his legs to pull me back to him. His hands now on my shoulder, were gripping me tightly. I started thrusting slowly at first and was rewarded with a growl when I started to go faster. I took possession of his mouth once more and was glad that this time around he actually met me halfway. His tongue clashed danced with mine before I broke the kiss again.

He followed my lips to continue but I moved away. I didn't want to continue this against a wall. Carrying him, I moved towards the center of my room. I laid him on the bed and knelt between his legs. He held out his arms calling to me and I couldn't resist him. I lowered myself onto him bearing my weight on my hands while I devoured my sweet Rusty.

With him beneath me, he showed me how eager he was as he started squirming and rubbing his groin against mine. I couldn't let him do all the work, now could I?

I stilled his hips with one hand and moved hard. This time he broke the kiss and screamed. His head kept rolling from one side to another. I kept on thrusting and he kept on moaning. He was making me so hot and I was so close. I held my moans and cries inside as I watched him.

By now, I had forgotten about the “go slow talk” we had earlier that week. All I knew right then was that I'd go crazy if I didn't touch him.

I wanted to feel his skin. I wanted to feel him. I wanted him so badly that I was losing it.

I pushed his t-shirt up over his chest and he lifted his hands to help me dispose of it. I quickly disposed of mine and claimed his mouth again. Then I attacked his jeans and almost ripped them apart when the zipper refused to obey.

His hand had laid waste to my zipper and I was getting frustrated. I promised myself to burn all his jeans and buy him new ones that could easily be taken off.

“Siam, let me,” he said and I got off him and removed my jeans and boxers all in one movement.

I heard a whimper and looked up. I was looking at a wide-eyed Rusty who was only in boxers. Thank God, those awful jeans were off. I could understand his surprise. I wasn't that long but I was thick and fully erect. I was the envy of many men and the dream of others.

I slowly approached the bed, loving the heat in his eyes as he took my body in. He opened his legs wider. I hooked a finger under the waistband of his boxers and said, “Let me see you.”

He lifted his hips and I pulled down his boxers revealing the most beautiful pink cock I had seen in my entire life. He was perfect. He was leaking and I bent down and licked the head. He propped himself on his hands and stared at me.

“Do-Don't d-do t-that,”

I lifted my head and looked at him. I wanted to do more, but I had to listen to him. If he said stop, I'd stop.

“Don’t you like it?” I asked since I needed to know in order to learn his limits and how far I could go with him.

“I do but...”

“But what Rusty?” I wanted to know why he told me to stop. He seemed like he was into it and then suddenly he didn't want me to do something.

He turned his head away from me but there was no way I was going to let him ignore me. Moving until I was sitting next to him, I took his head in my hand and made him look at me.

“Tell me what's wrong. I don't want to push you, but we need to talk about this.”

“I'm dirty. I sweated a lot today and I haven't showered yet.”

He said all this really fast that I had to ask him to repeat himself twice. He pouted when he realized that I had heard him the second time and I couldn't stop myself from laughing.

“Babe, listen, you smell real good and you taste wonderful,” I said as I kissed his neck and felt him shiver.

I wanted him to feel good but I couldn't help but feel that I was forgetting something.