Caution: smexy scene ahead! ;) You have been warned! Also my first time writing a smexy scene!! please let me know what you think!

Farrell's P.O.V

It was different to wake up to a hyperactive Ella on a early Saturday morning and I am not a morning person, but I was glad I could satisfy her curiosity as to me being there. As I see it Ella likes to be informed about guest staying over. So after she left I shifted a bit around on Connor, (I was still on top of him!) intending to go back to sleep, when I heard his moan.

So I shifted my leg again, and I clearly felt his bulge down south, and he moaned again. Before I knew what I was doing my hand was ghosting over his bulge, and when he said my name so desperately I couldn’t resist even if I wanted to, so my hand went inside his boxers, and in no time he was thrusting his hips into my hand. I could tell he was about to come when the door opened and someone walked in. I smirked, I hid my face in the crook of his neck the whole time, but I could tell by the smell that it was his mother and he came just when the door opened.

When she left I smirked at him and lifted my hand, covered in his cum I decided to have a taste, it was saltier than it looked. When I told Connor this he groaned and I decided I should have a shower, but he clung to me wanting me to stay in bed with him. But I won so I got out, not before he linked to me a shower is more important than your mate? That made me laugh, as I walked away into the bathroom, not knowing Connor was following me.

 Connor’s P.O.V

I can’t believe it! Farrell is back with me again, and I don’t want to lose him again. I will make sure it won’t happen again! I let out a content sigh as I look over to Farrell while he’s driving us home. He looks a bit worse for wear, but nothing serious. As if feeling my gaze on him he looks at me a smiles a bright smile; it’s the kind of smile that lights up a room and says “I’m happy that you are okay, and that you came for me. I knew you would come!” he squeezes my hand and turns his attention back on the road, it’s not far anymore just a few more miles and we’re home.

I look at his profile and count myself lucky that this beautiful person is mine and mine alone. I groan as we hit a nasty bump; it joisted me, making me bump my painful shoulder against the side of the car. Those made Farrell look at me “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean it honest!” he looks very adorable; flustered cheeks wide eyes and plump pink pouting lips, just looking at them makes me want to kiss them endlessly.

Farrell kept sneaking glances at me throughout the last few miles, making sure not to hit any hidden bumps on the way. Once we were home, they rushed me off to the pack hospital to get checked, and cleaned up. The good thing was Farrell stayed with me the whole time, after that we went to my room and that’s where our parents found us; curled up on my bed together, the both of us were quite tired after the last few hours.

Farrell was sound asleep but I was awake when his mom came in and looked at him, the way she looked at him made me feel glad that he was home safe and sound. She stroked his cheek, making him murmur something under his breath and snuggle deeper into the covers and me. Seeing as he was lying across my chest, she left a bag behind and mouthed the words fresh clothes and quietly left the room. I pull Farrell tighter to myself and snuggle into my covers, making sure were both covered and closed my eyes and fell asleep.

As every morning I was woken by Ella who usually jumps on my bed, like she did today but she obviously didn’t count on Farrell being there as well. “Farrell! You’re here!” she beamed at him; ever since she first met him she took a liking to him. This was good, I was happy she liked Farrell because for some unknown reason I wanted her and Farrell to get along. I just had to chuckle at Farrell’s reaction to a hyperactive seven year old on a lovely Saturday morning, he grumbled a lot, since he’s obviously not a morning person. But he put up with all the questions Ella had for him, and sighed of relief when he answered them to her satisfaction and she bounded out of my room.

He yawned once, twice and a third time before asking me the time “It’s ten o’clock in the morning on Saturday, the nineteenth of December.” He looked at me with those sleepy eyes, huffed and shifted around to get a better position, which actually meant him rubbing his leg against my groin. When he heard me groan, his eyes gained a mischievous glint in them, telling me he was up to something. The other warning was him looking oh so innocently while his right hand trailed down from my chest to the top of my boxers, and gently ghosting over the growing bulge down there.

My breath hitched when his hand slid inside my boxers, and he trailed his fingertips over the head, smearing the pre cum I knew was there all over my cock making it very slick. “Farrell!” it came out more desperate then I wanted, I felt him smirk against my skin as his hand picked up the pace. I was bucking my hips in time with his pumping and came in the moment my door opened and mom walked in, talk about embarrassment. I knew my mom heard me reach my climax, so I tried to hide my face under my covers, and thankfully my mom didn’t comment on it but instead told us breakfast was ready.

After she left Farrell decided it was safe to show his face and smirked devilish at me, and brought up his right hand covered in my cum and licked it clean. He smacked his lips “It’s a lot saltier then I thought it would be.” I groaned at his statement, as Farrell threw the covers off and tried to make his way over to the shower. The keyword here being “tried” I had other ideas which involved me, him and the bed, and as much as I wanted to, the shower called to him. Tch, a shower is more important than your mate? He just smiled at me and went into the bathroom.

So I did what every hot blooded male would do after receiving a handjob, I sneaked in the bathroom after him, surprising him with my presence.  He squeaked when my hands magically appeared around his waist, smacking me on my chest. He got a bit frightened when he saw my look; I was horny as hell and he knew better not to walk away from me when I am like that. And the hot water wasn’t helping either. I grind my hips in his, earning a throaty moan which is music to my ears. “You better be prepared.” I whisper huskily in his ear making him shiver against me “This is payback for leaving me like that.”  When those words left my mouth I attacked any skin I could reach with my mouth, by the time I reached his abs his cock was as hard as mine, and he was moaning under my touch; just like he should. His moaning shot up a few notes when I took him inside my mouth and having him moan “Connor! Connor, Connor!” with wild abandon, was even better.

I could feel he was very close, just as he was about to come I removed my mouth and pushed our foreheads together. This got me a confused look from Farrell Why did you stop? I smirked because I wanted to do this, and pushed the head inside his tight hole. This earned me another slap to the chest as he grunted with the intrusion. Hang in there babe, I will have you moaning in no time. He just grunted at me We’ll see about that.

I angled my hip a little and trusted in, making him arch his back off the shower wall, Heh seems like I found it. Farrell glared at me, but I hit that magic place again and he was moaning again. “Connor! Ahh, Right there! Ahhh!”  Like I said I would have him moaning in no time. I pumped his member in time with my thrusts; the double pleasure was too much for him because he came after a few more pumps. “AAHHHH CONNOR!” he yelled clawing at my back, I felt him tighten around me and I got a few more thrusts in before I came hard inside of him with a grunt.

Afterwards I put him gently on the ground and started to wash him, he glared and pouted at me “I wish you could have saved that for the bed, I didn’t want my first time to be in the shower.” Al I could do was blink at him, shaking my head as I cleaned us up, carried Farrell back to the room, set him on the bed while sorting out my clothes.  I threw him the bag his mom left him, rummaging through my draws, when I felt his bag hit my back. Looking I could see him pouting at me, still stark naked “Are you planning going down like that? I don’t mind but I don’t think my parents will appreciate it.” He sent me another death glare “No I don’t want to wear those clothes, I don’t like them.” He looked intently at me, then it clicked; he wanted to wear something of mine, a lot of mated couples do that, to show to the rest of the world that their taken.

So I took out the oldest clothes I have and give them to him, he sniffs at them, smiles contently as my scent enters his nose. So he pulls on some pattern boxers, my old sweatpants and an old sweater, which is slightly too big for him, but it does give him an ‘I just had awesome sex look’ and he bounded out of the room, apparently the rumour of the first time hurting so bad you couldn’t walk didn’t apply to him.

When we entered the kitchen everybody stopped what they were doing and stared. Dad just raised an eyebrow, mom dropped the bowl she was holding, and Farrell’s parents looked shocked and very very pale. Kate just squealed; great a fan girl, to my surprise Genesis was there too looking flustered. Alex just rolled his eyes at Kate’s behaviour, and Mike just glared in the distance not looking at us.

Other than that breakfast was fine, Farrell’s parents calmed down enough to have a talk with us about what happened, we just gave them the global lines, about Matt and Missy conspiring together to break us up and have Farrell kidnapped. Afterwards Genesis quietly asked if she could talk to us, we agreed and took her to the library, she seemed more at peace there with no other prying eyes.

She asked if she could join our pack, which astonished me; I thought she was already part of our pack. When I voiced this she shook her head and told us her story. To make a long story short her mother was a witch and her father a werewolf  making her a hybrid, but after what happened to her father, her parents split up and her mom started a new family where there was no place for a hybrid like her.

Farrell took pity on her and said it would be okay, she looked like she was about to cry, so I told them that I would talk to my dad about it right now. She looked like she could use a good dosis of friends, seeing as  Farrell was there I left. So when I went to my dad’s study; the place to find him, I sent Kate on her way there too, seeing as in the last few weeks they became good friends.