The Defiant Claim - The Claim: Book 2 [LGBTQ+]

Another week passed and Sam was getting stronger. Mik watched him slide into his chair a bit easier and use his arms to move his chair around a little. He still didn’t trust his legs yet and Mik came up with an idea to help strengthen them.

He positioned Sam in his wheelchair facing the wall in the kitchen and had Sam put his feet against the solid surface with his knees bent up near his chest. Sam pushed against it so that his chair slid back as far as his legs extended and Mik pushed him back toward it, like a leg press. Mik used his body as resistance, applying more pressure to the chair every day.

Between his physical exercises, Sam dove back into his studies. He devoured his notes and books and Dr. Waaban came over to give him his test. It took him three hours and Mik was shocked by his drive and dedication. He couldn’t imagine sitting in a chair for three hours straight, checking boxes and scribbling words as fast as his mind could produce them.

Sam was exhausted by the end of it and as soon as the doctor left to return to the infirmary and mark it, Mik picked Sam up and cuddled with him on the bed.

Which led to a make-out session that got heated quickly. He had to stop himself before he lost control. He wanted Sam, which made him nervous, but at the same time he told himself to wait until Sam was physically strong enough to reject his advances, otherwise, he felt as though he was taking advantage of Sam’s weakened state.

If it was one thing he learned from all of his sexual experiences, it was not to take advantage of another sexually. All those older females knew just where to hit him to bring him down hard. When he was younger and not yet a full-grown male, they taught him how to entice, tease, and seduce a female because they too liked to be seduced. Who didn’t? Before he hit eighteen, he was the submissive male to the domineering older females. They didn’t mind teaching him how to pleasure them—as long as he gave them a good fuck. He was a fast learner and always eager to please. After eighteen, he was bigger and stronger than the females he mounted and he enjoyed dominating them—and they were all too happy to let him.

Plus, dry pussy was nasty pussy. He liked them wet and juicy. But Sam didn’t have a pussy and anal sex made him nervous. It sounded painful—for Sam. And Mik didn’t want to hurt Sam in any way. He’d hurt him enough.

He could see it in Sam’s eyes. Feel it in his touch. The heat of his flesh. The pheromones pouring out of his pores and filling Mik’s nostrils with his sweetened aroma. He wasn’t scared about sex. He wanted it too.

Sam groaned in frustration when Mik pulled away. “Dammit! Why? Why are you pulling away?”

Mik growled at his tone.

Sam didn’t back down. “Is it because I’m male? Because I don’t have the female parts you like?”

Goddess! Where was he getting this boldness from?

“I don’t know anything about ass-fucking, okay?” Mik grumbled, standing up and adjusting his crotch.

“And you think I do?” Sam fired back. “We keep making out and then when I want more, and think you want more, you pull away!”

“What am I supposed to do? Hurt you? I can’t do that!”

“Well, you’re hurting me already!”

Mik sighed and brushed his fingers through his hair. “Look, until you get stronger and I figure this out, I’m going to have to pull away. I already hurt you more than I can possibly imagine, I won’t physically hurt you too—and it will hurt! As far as I know, the ass doesn’t have a built-in lubricating system like pussies do. And without that, it’s going to hurt. How are you supposed to enjoy it?”

Sam scowled and looked away, crossing his arms over his chest. “Why don’t you ask Oshki?”

Mik grimaced. “I barely know Oshki.”

“But he’d be able to help. It wouldn’t hurt to ask him.”

Mik scratched at his beard. His hair was getting longer and so was Sam’s. They could both use a cut and style. “Maybe I’ll call him and book an appointment for us. You’re looking a little shaggy and it doesn’t suit you.”

“If that will get you to talk to him, sure. We could book the appointment for next Friday after my exam. You could go talk to him while I’m writing it and he can give me a trim when I’m done.”

Nodding, Mik contemplated this suggestion. “That could work.”

“But if you don’t ask him, I will,” Sam insisted.

A small smile tugged on the corners of Mik’s lips. “Fine.”

He didn’t have Oshki’s number, so while Sam was studying after lunch, Mik headed to the main house and tromped into Oshki’s barbershop. He was with a client, so Mik held his tongue about their dilemma, and booked hair appointments for them for the following Friday when Sam was taking an exam. Oshki also told him to take his business card. His cell phone number was on it and invited Mik to call or text him anytime.

Thanking him, Mik left and returned to their cabin.

The next Friday was a week before Valentine’s Day.

Whatever that meant.

Sam spent the days leading up to Friday to stand up and sit back down. That alone was exhausting for him but he was making progress and that was all that mattered.

“What should we do for Valentine’s Day?” Sam whined. “I wish we could go out but you don’t have a license to drive yet.”

“Maybe I should learn,” Mik mumbled.

Sam nodded. “How about you do that while I’m taking my exams on Fridays?”

“Deal. What else have I got to do?” The chefs wouldn’t let him back into the kitchen. He tried hunting with the other hunters but had a hard time taking orders from the head hunter and it was causing tension and aggression with the others. Until he came up with something else to try, learning how to drive sounded perfect.

He passed Sam his clothes to wear from the dresser and helped him into his pants. Sam could put his shirt and hoodie on himself and had been able to do that for a few weeks now. He got him strapped to the sled and took him to the infirmary, where they wheeled him into a quiet room to fill out his exam. Mik, meanwhile, went down the hallway to Oshki’s salon.

Oshki was with a client for the first half-hour but assured him that they had plenty of time to chat and do his hair after. Mik wanted to do something different but didn’t know what. They scoured over a magazine of male cuts and styles before settling on one that Oshki insisted would look good on him.

Oshki got to work on his hair before trimming Mik’s beard so it was clean and tidy. Mik cleared his throat, deciding it was time to ask him personal questions now before an unexpected wolf entered to set up an appointment or get an immediate cut.

“Can I ask you some… personal… intimate… questions?” Mik began, already feeling nervous.

A huge grin spread across Oshki’s face. “I knew you were going to ask, what with Valentine’s Day coming up next week. You’re worried about hurting Sam, aren’t you?”

“Yeah.” Mik tried not to squirm in his chair since Oshki was holding a buzzer to his nape.

“You have to prepare him for his first time. Build it up. Open him up with your fingers, one at a time until he gets used to the sensations. Use the oil I gave you. It will make a load of difference.”

Mik’s brows furrowed. “The cooking oils?”

Oshki pulled away from his nape and met his gaze in the mirror. “No, the little bottle I gave you. You know, the one I told you to open when you got home?”

Mik stared at him, trying to remember what he was talking about. It hit him a minute later. “Oh, the little wrapped… I put it in the cupboard. Haven’t even unwrapped it yet.”

Oshki snorted and got back to work. “Figures. It’s a special kind of oil. It will help. It’s safe to use down there, won’t cause irritation, or infection when he bleeds.”

Mik groaned. “He’ll bleed?”

“The first few times, yeah. Like virgin females bleed their first time. Only for him, it’s because that part of his body is used to pushing shit out, not having your enormous cock pushed inside. The oil will make it slide in easier with less resistance. If you had ripped the tissue paper off, you would have seen my note attached.”

“Oh…” Mik felt stupid. “I forgot about it after I put it away. The cooking oils are great, though I haven’t tried the chili pepper one yet…”

Oshki chuckled. “It’s good. Don’t worry. Use a little to start to try.”

“I’ve never been with a virgin before…” Mik mumbled. A hint of anxiety twisted his stomach.

“Just go slow. Don’t rush it. It will hurt for him the first couple of times but then his muscles will adjust and it will all be clear sailing from there. Don’t worry. As submissives, we know the first time will hurt, just like it does for females. Go slow and take your time. Explore each other’s bodies and all that fun stuff.”

Mik mumbled something unintelligible, a sound of acknowledgment. “I don’t even know where to start.” Without breasts to fondle, where was he to start after kissing?

“Well, Sunday is Valentine’s Day. That’s a good start to set the mood. What are your plans for that?”

Mik’s nose scrunched up. “Fuck if I know. It’s not like I can take him anywhere. I don’t have a license. And he’s still not strong enough to shift and go for a long run somewhere.”

“And you’ve been cooped up in that cabin for months. The lounge in the main house is off-limits for romantic gatherings on Valentine’s Day. So… Hmm. Let me think…”

Oshki buzzed the sides of Mik’s head while he contemplated. When he was done, he set the buzzer aside and got to work trimming the longer hair on the top of Mik’s head.

“Sam seems like a nice, simple, understanding male, so he’ll understand you guys will be limited in what you can do for your first Valentine’s Day. You could make him all of his favorite dishes and have a candle-lit dinner.”

“We don’t have a table…” Mik mumbled, remembering how he broke it months ago. He really ought to replace that… “But I guess that could work. I’ll have to put candles on the end tables and floor…”

“Hmm…”

While they brainstormed, Mik wondered how he could get a new table. Candles would be nice but where would they get those? There was an oil lamp he could use.

Dinner still didn’t seem all that special since Mik always made them dinner. But he still didn’t know Sam’s favorite foods either.

Soon Oshki finished his work and Mik had to admit that he was right. The shaved head on the sides with his longer hair on top looked good with the shape of his skull. He wondered what Sam would think when he saw him.

When Oshki was done, he sat down and chatted with Mik while they waited for Sam to join them. He told him how he met his mate, how shocked they both were at first, but his mate more so since Oshki suspected his mate might be male based on his attraction to other males. He told him about how rough it was to adjust when he came to his mate’s pack and they moved in together. How his mate tried to accept him but it was difficult and guilt plagued him for not being able to accept the one made for him.

“But we got through it, and you will too. I think you’re almost there though, am I right?” Oshki asked, a sly grin creeping onto his face.

Mik narrowed his eyes. “Don’t look at me like that.”

Oshki laughed. “Well, you came here asking intimate questions. You guys must be getting closer.”

“Yes, well… Who else would I ask?”

“Dr. Waaban, Alpha, Luna…” Oshki started counting on his fingers. “Others, but you probably don’t know them. Plus there are other same-sex mates in other packs. They’re rare, but they’re there. Everyone has connections somewhere, they can ask around and get information when they need it.”

Dr. Waaban came in with Sam then and Mik and Oshki fell silent. A big grin spread across Sam’s face when he saw Mik’s new hairstyle. “Hey Mik. Looks good. Did you guys have a nice visit?”

“Yes,” Mik answered as he reached up to touch the shaved portion of his skull. It would take some getting used to.

“I’ll see you next week, Sam,” Dr. Waaban said. He dipped his head respectfully to Mik before leaving.

“Hey, Sam,” Oshki greeted him, standing up and grabbing a cape to wrap around his neck. “What can I do for ya today?”