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Revenued Vows

Chapter 11: Real Values

Sneak Peek

Once they reached the other side of the lake, Jagger and Gabe were shuffled into a SUV while Whiskers revved his bike and rolled off into the opposite direction, another layer to the smokescreen. As far as Lawrence’s men knew, they were chasing motorcycles. So another dark SUV would go unnoticed on the country roads. As a matter of fact, a couple of vehicles passed them in the dark, their headlights bouncing on the winding roads as they blasted down the road. Riker was pushed off the road with how fast they were driving, clearly whipped into a frenzy with how much Gabe’s father was paying them to keep things secure.

“Damn Uptown,” Jagger huffed, leaning back in the vehicle, his massive legs spread wide, one hand gripping the ceiling handle of the far side. “How bad do these men want you?”

“How do you think their reputation would stand if word got out a shoddy biker gang and a chauffeur got the better of them?” Gabe took a breath as Riker rolled back onto the road, completely ignored by the caravan of cars out searching for them.

“Hey,” Jagger spoke up, his hand coming to hold Gabe’s. “We’re going to make it out.”

“How can you be so sure,” Gabe was scared and he thought he was hiding it well, but Jagger brought his other hand down on Gabe’s thigh to help calm him from bouncing his heel.

“Because, it was your plan, right?” Jagger smirked.

Gabe gave a little half chuckle and sniffed. “Yeah, with a few tweaks here and there.”

“Yeah, a few,” Jagger smirked, the light from the dash softly illuminated his features, the majority of their bodies covered in darkness. Gabe gave Jagger’s hand a squeeze, the motion making the wolf’s ears perk up, his fur stand on end. Gabe didn’t notice as he turned to look out the window, the only thing he could see was the edge of the tree line as the headlights flashed past them.

Truth be told, being in a car almost felt a shame for such a daring escape. Gabe thought it would be more fitting to be in Jagger’s lap, or gripping his back as they rode off into the sunset. Or more accurately, the sunrise. Something about all this felt less finale and more intermission. They were staving off the inevitable, not solving any real problems. Gabe still needed to get married, and had no way of saving his company otherwise. The problem was he would lose his shares as soon as he signed the marriage certificate. Not only that, but his father was a massive ticking time bomb waiting to go off, and after the way Gabe and Jagger strong armed Constance, there was no way she would let even an uncrossed “T” nor undotted “i” go. They were on thin ice with the biggest, fattest, flat-footed-est dumbass clomping around in grandfather’s impossible-to-fill shoes.

“Hey, Uptown.”

“Huh?” Gabe blinked, turning back to Jagger.

“We’ll get through this. Alright?” Jagger’s beastly eyes burrowed into his, the golden feeling the storm clear as he looked into the eye of the storm before him. Despite Jagger’s wind whipped fur and wild looks, he seemed pretty tamed then and there.

If only he had met the man under difference circumstances. He’d much rather have this man’s bastards than Tucker’s.

Wait…

“What?” Jagger asked looking at the face the golden made.

“I…I need to think about something,” Gabe furrowed his brow as he thought of the moves available to him.

Sure, Gabe needed to get money, but who’s to say he needed to get it from Tucker’s family? As a matter of fact, Tucker Preston’s family didn’t have the capital to make this work. The actual funds were coming from Gabe’s shares. It didn’t matter who they went with, so long as he got married. They just wanted someone who they thought could keep Gabe down and be good breeding stock.

Gabe’s ears twitched.

_Breeding stock…_Why did that word stick out? That’s not a word Gabe would use at all. Why would he even think that? It wasn’t his heat either, it was something else…that dinner! The dinner his father sprung on him! His father said that they were of good breeding, but he didn’t care about that, Mister Preston did! The Preston family was very traditional with traditional values. They wanted a virgin, a pure mate to make beautiful golden haired, blue eyed babies with!

“If they aint aryan, I ain’t marryin’,” Gabe muttered the old joke he had heard behind closed doors with the Preston family.

“What?” Jagger cocked a brow.

“No, just something someone said before. I’m putting things together, give me just a moment,” Gabe pressed his lips into his knuckle thinking hard through the veil of his heat. He needed to be sure this train of thought was actually something and not some ploy of his heat to make a mistake. The Preston family was notoriously ‘pure’ and very hard right leaning. Like, the Confederacy loving level of right leaning. They only agreed to this because there was considerable money AND because Gabe fit the mold of their perfect barefoot housewife.

What if he didn’t fit the mold? What if he wasn’t the perfect fit they were looking for? What if he wasn’t the pure maiden anymore?

Gabe turned and met Jagger’s eyes.

“What if I was damaged goods?” Gabe spoke it like it was almost a spell that whispered past his knuckle, warming it with his hot breath.

“I…what?” Jagger seemed even more confused. “You doin’ okay Uptown? I know things got a little heated back there, but you ain’t hurt or nothin’ are ya?”

“No, nothing like that, sorry,” Gabe shook his head. “I was just thinking about how the Preston family is the only chink in my father’s plans. It’s the only part Lawrence doesn’t have full control over.”

“I guess, but they were promised something out of this too, right?” Jagger cocked his head. “The Tucker boy’s in some serious debt.”

“That’s just it, the deal isn’t with Tucker, it’s with the Preston family,” Gabe felt like he was onto something. “And they are very traditional. If what my father needs is to get me hitched, sell me off per say, and I can’t go after the one selling me.”

“We go after the buyer,” Jagger was starting to understand. “One way to tank a deal is to convince the whale there are bigger fish to fry.”

“Or try to convince them the product they’re getting is tainted,” Gabe smirked.

“Really? You want to smear your own reputation? You lost me again.”

“Not exactly,” Gabe smiled. “Hear me out. What if it came to light that the Preston’s family’s pure bloodline was about to get a little mixed?” Gabe put his hand on Jagger’s thigh, his hand rubbing up and down with the implication of exactly where he was going.

“Wait…you ain’t saying you want me to get you knocked up, are ya?” Jagger narrowed his eyes.

“That’s exactly what I’m saying,” Gabe gripped Jagger’s leg. “Do you honestly think the Preston family will continue with the marriage if they knew someone beat them to the punch? Hell no. They’d rather disown a child than let it be known they’re anything but purebreds.”

“Gabe, I…”

“What? You’ve never had a problem humping and dumping before? What’s the big deal? You were practically chomping at the bit to go in me raw when I had a knife to your throat. What’s different now that I got a gun to my head?”

“I don’t want our first time to…or ya know…ugh! Your heat must be really melting your brain,” Jagger shook his head. “Even if it did work and got the Prestons off your back, what about your image? Wont’ that make it harder to shake off that conservator stuff your father’s got over you? Not to mention you might not be able to get onto the boardroom again if you’re sporting a bastard baby bump.”

“One problem at a time,” Gabe leaned into Jagger, his hand slipping between his legs. “I can figure out the rest. My father’s plan hinges on me getting married, and what corporate family will want to touch a man who’s got a pup from another man hanging onto their coattails. Do you think Lawrence is going to have the same sway over the board once his precious plan falls apart? My father isn’t one for making backup plans. I’ve always been his plan B. Once this death clock isn’t five-minutes-to-midnight and ticking down, I’ll have time. I just need time, and you’ve got the very thing I need to make that happen.”

Gabe’s hand slipped between Jagger’s legs and cupped those fuzzy orbs, Jagger’s cock already having snaked up against his belt line. The golden gave Jagger a sly look, biting his lower lip and giving a light murr.

“I mean, I’m all down for sticking a bitch with my brats, but…Uptown, are you really sure about this?”

“It’s the only way I see out, and even if I get away, there isn’t much more I can do. This is the one thing I have control over.” Gabe leaned into Jagger, nuzzling his neck as he slipped his hand up from between the wolf’s legs up into his mane. “Unless you got any better ideas.”

“I can’t think of a more beautiful plan even if I tried,” Jagger admitted, his lips a hare’s breath away from Gabe’s. “You sure you up for this Uptown? Cuz once I let loose, I ain’t holdin’ back.”

“I’m sure Jagger,” Gabe’s loins were already on fire, but the sudden promise of a male, the FUCKING biggest and manliest male too, that would put out his heat drove him wild. Gabe could literally feel his juices bubbling out like his womb was a cauldron boiling over with need. Even with his pad soaking up the most of it, the air was filled with the light musk of a bitch in heat. Anyone with a nose could tell what was going on between Gabe’s legs.

“Okay,” Jagger seemed almost unsure before he nodded and took a deep breath through his nose. Jagger’s fur stood on end before his eyes flashed open and his devilish smirk flashed in the lowlight of the display. “Okay, let’s fucking do it.”

“Good,” Gabe huffed.

“You two hold up,” Riker said from the front. “We’re only a few minutes away from the motel.”

The two grunted in acknowledgement as their seatbelts came off, their lips mashing against one another, tongues lulling as their skin prickled with the sensation of mating. Their fur ruffled, their hair stood on end, their lips sparked as their tongues found one another and they made out. This wouldn’t have been the first time Riker had seen Gabe get frisky in a car. It was his job to protect and drive, not to impede Gabe’s advances, monetary or sexual, on his clients or potential mates. That being said, Riker put the pedal to the metal as the first thing that was tossed was Gabe’s shirt as he straddled Jagger’s lap.

The revving engine only made them make out harder, their tongues trapped in a dance as Jagger’s hands roamed over Gabe’s back, his thick fingers lacing through his fur while his tongue dove into his muzzle. Their lips smacked wetly as they breathed in each other’s breath, hot and heavy as their bodies warmed.

***

Riker hadn’t even gotten the car into park by the time the door swung open and Jagger was carrying Gabe to their room. Jagger flung the car door open and pulled Gabe out, the golden wrapped around his waist. Gabe’s arms were wrapped around Jagger’s neck, tangled into his mane, the golden’s legs hooked onto Jagger’s hips as the wolf’s massive hands cupped Gabe’s ass cheeks. The two were trapped in a trance, their tongues lulling around one another’s, Jagger’s large tongue slapping Gabe’s tonsils as he was carried off to their room.

Jagger practically kicked the door in to their room as he ducked them inside and slammed the door behind them with a flick of his heel. He then threw the golden down on the bed, Gabe bouncing back onto the sheets before looking up at the hulking beast of a man before him.

“Fuck Uptown, you ready for this?” Jagger huffed as he whipped his belt off, the leather snapping before he tossed it, the belt jingling onto the floor. “Cuz once I get a hit of that hooch, I ain’t fucking stopping.”

Gabe’s heart fluttered, his face flush pink, his breath hot and heavy as he slipped his hands down to his shorts and pulled them down to reveal his soaked panties. Gabe didn’t even say anything. He just eyed Jagger as he hooked his thumbs in and started to pull them down.

Jagger’s pupils became slits as he lunged forward, his hands stopping Gabe’s pants from coming off.

“I like to do the unwrapping,” Jagger huffed. He leaned in, his lips dragging across Gabe’s abdominals, his lower one flicking over his belly button as he took a light whiff. The sweet smell of heat tickled his nose, his fur standing on end a bit more. “You sure you’re ready for me? The last time I got a hit of uncut heat I sent the bitch to the hospital.”

“I know how big you are, I can handle it,” Gabe murred. He wanted to ditch his panties already, but Jagger was in full control. He couldn’t make Jagger do anything, the beastly man a force of nature. A force of nature that would claim his heat.

“Um…excuse…uh…me?”

Both Jagger and Gabe snapped their muzzle to look at the golden retriever sitting in the chair next to the bed, his phone in hand, the bulky dog’s eyes wide.

“Lordy,” Jagger huffed. “Get the hell out of here.”

“Y-Yup!” Tucker stood up, scrambling to get his things and spilling the bag of chips he was munching on over the floor.

“Wait,” Gabe spoke, but Tucker just kept scrambling for his things. Gabe turned to Jagger, “Make him stay.”

“Huh?” Jagger cocked a brow. “What for?”

“I want him to see just how to make a pussy pop,” Gabe smirked. “I want him to see what a real orgasm looks like coming from a cunt boy so he knows just how fucking fake the other skanks he fucks are.”

“Oh shit,” both Jagger and Tucker spoke at the same time, but then Jagger smirked. “Alright, Lordy, guess you’re staying. Pull up a cuck chair and get a whiff, cuz that’s all you’re getting until I tell ya you can have more.”

“I…” Tucker froze, unsure of what to do. He was half way to the door. If he bolted, he could make it.

“SIT DOWN!” Jagger barked and Tucker’s fur stood on end as he scurried back to his chair. “Good boy. Now watch how a real man eats pussy.”

Jagger yanked down Gabe’s shorts, heat pad and all, drawing them up and pulling them from Gabe’s long, powerful legs before throwing them at the cuck in the corner. The heat pad flopped onto the floor, but the half soiled panties and shorts smacked the once proud golden in the chest. He dare not look away from Jagger as he gave the cuck a dark chuckle.

“Good, now breathe deep,” Jagger ordered through a deep rumble before taking a deep breath himself. His lips curled back, his teeth chattered and tingled with the deepness of that heat. Jagger’s fur stood on end, his fists clenched as he gripped Gabe’s ankles as he took another deep whiff. This time Jagger couldn’t hold back the snarl his breathing was shaped around the aggression those pheromones were drawing from him.

“Tell me now Uptown,” Jagger huffed. “Tell me to stop, and I’ll rape the boy. Otherwise it’s you, and only you. I ain’t pulling out until you’re bloated with my brats.”

“Do it Jagger,” Gabe murred, his hand slipping down his abdominals and fanning his pussy, the lips bright pink, puffy, and drooling with his need. “I dare you.”

Jagger took another deep breath, the pheromones thick and potent in the air causing his pupils to form slits. “You asked for it, now I’m going to make you beg!”

Jagger hissed as he dove down, his maw draping over that pussy. At first the blunt face of his canines bumped against Gabe’s mound before Jagger could wrest control of his lips back from his instincts. Gabe winced at first but then threw his head back and gasped. Jagger’s fat tongue slapped his pussy, drawing up the sweet nectar, slipping between his folds before sliding up and flicking over his clit. Jagger dove for that sweet little nub and suckled, one hand coming to slide his middle finger into that warm, wet, sopping snatch. Jagger’s finger didn’t even pause, drawing back completely coated in sweet pussy juice as he stroked that sweet spot and played with the boi’s clit.

Gabe’s eyes crossed, that finger making his folds clamp down, his thighs shook trying to milk that digit but only managing to squeeze and quiver. He was so sensitive, and Jagger was stroking him so good. That daring escape and the sudden freedom sent a rush of adrenaline inside him before that had left him cool and needy. Jagger was now warming him up, the taste of his lips still on Gabe’s tongue as he panted.

Then he slipped another finger in and beckoned Gabe’s pleasure forward, pumping steady and swift without pounding hard, all while Jagger huffed and slurped on his clit. The wolf’s thick tongue flicked over his clit before tracing love notes over his glistening petals.

“Oh god Jagger,” Gabe huffed, looked down and saw that Jagger’s hair had fallen down over his face, one golden eye hidden, the other looking up at him, watching his reactions and adjusting his technique if anything got too stimulated, or if he reacted well to a particular stroke or lick. “oh fucking god Jagger…” Gabe was keeping his voice soft, but it had gone up in pitch, the words squeaking out between his panting breaths. He slipped a hand down to run through Jagger’s hair and mane, guiding him to take it deeper as he ground forward.

Jagger’s eye shuddered, the pupil shaking from circle to slit as he fought the urge to bite down and pin and pillage and rake and rip and plow and pound and every other thing his instincts were demanding he do to Gabe’s sweet, ripe peach. Instead he closed his eyes, his ears twitching in response to the cute gasps and moans Gabe was giving. The golden was biting his lip, trying to hold back, but Jagger could feel the way he twitched, the way he quivered on his fingers, those walls basically trying to milk his DNA through his digits.

“Oh god, I’m so close! Oh god Jagger, Jagger, Jagger,” Gabe huffed, his face burning red with his need as his knees shook.

Just as Gabe was getting ready to cum, Jagger popped his lips off that pussy, his fingers slipping out of that hole as he gripped both of Gabe’s knees and pushed him back so his pussy was up in the air. Gabe was feeling so amazing he didn’t care that he was folded in half, his toe paws twitching as his pussy quivered. His orgasm was right there and Jagger simply looked at that puss, combing his silver hair back into place as he watched the light gape of that pussy from his thick fingers twitch, wink, and quiver. Then it happened, that sweet welling of juices from a near orgasm. It welled up from that slit, dribbled down and overflowed. It slipped over Gabe’s asshole, the sweet slick quivering as Gabe was denied his need.

“That’s what I like to see,” Jagger huffed, his breath hot, his teeth connected with drool and pussy juice. He licked his chops before getting close, giving that pussy a kiss before opening his maw again. His tongue lulled over that pussy, the tip bending against it before slipping inside. Gabe huffed, his body warm and hot, his orgasm held back for now as he let out little gasps while Jagger continued to fill him. The tender pressure was pleasant, that tongue wriggling slower and deeper into his hole. Jagger’s tongue dove deeper and deeper, the wolf’s muzzle coming closer and closer as though he were going to take a bite out of Gabe, like a wild beast ready to bite down and rip flesh from bone. Only for that tongue to dig deeper.

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