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Chapter 4
*TANG!* *TANG!* *TANG!*
Keean stared up at the ceiling cover of what looked like a tent. Someone outside was using a hammer, and Keean was pissed off for being woken up. His body felt heavy and sore. He shut his eyes once more at the dull ache in his head. He turned over on his side and blinked into the face of a mountain of a man that was sleeping. Keean remembered the previous night. The big, black and very naked man that found him by the tree. Drake or something was his name. Well he didn't look like Drake. More like if Rick Ross was a powerlifter. He was a big muscle bear with very dark skin and a baldhead. His head was shiny and Keean's fingers twitched to touch it. His breathing was relaxed and Keean noticed that Drake/Sexy Rick Ross was sleeping on his arms while kneeling against the bed that Keean was laying on. Keean peered over, trying not to wake the giant up and saw that the big guy was only wearing leather pants. Studying his face, he saw soft warmth in the way he slept. His nose flared as he breathed and his cheeks looked soft under his beard. "I feel so relaxed with him sleeping here next to me," Keean thought as he sighed.
The man's arms though! Lawd are they big. His bulging shoulders rose and fell as he slept and Keean was very appreciative of the muscles before him. He noticed how nice the man smelled as well. A perfect cologne scent came off naturally from the big man. The masculine, leather like smell mixed with an earthy musk. It relaxed Keean so much that he sighed louder again and felt his dick twitching.
"Okay, shit. I can't get a hard on with this sexy stranger here. If he wakes up he will definitely not like that," Keean thought to himself. But the guy was very nice to him. Helping him and getting him to safety. Keean's head was still a bit sore but he was doing much better. He touched his side and felt bandages and his flesh tender but surprisingly he wasn't injured anymore.
He looked at the entrance of the tent and could make out the shadows of people outside walking around or something. He needed to pee. Badly. He turned to roll the other way from the sexy man so that he wouldn't wake him. As soon as he rolled over, he almost fell off the bed when he felt an arm go around his waist.
"Careful my mate. You will fall," growled Dax into Keean's ear.
Dax's sleep was filled with an amazing scent and pleasant dreams. Waking to find his mate almost falling out of bed, the alpha pulled his mate to his bare chest to steady him. His mates scent filled his lungs and he could not help the appreciative growl that came from him.
"I'm fine. Sorry, I didn't want to wake you. I need to use the restroom," said a flustered Keean. The big warm arm felt amazing and that big chest was warm on his back.
"You need the latrine? There is a chamber pot in the corner, little one," growled the alpha into Keean's ear.
A shiver went up Keean's spine and he pushed Dax's arm away to get off the bed. He hurriedly made his way to the corner and found a round pot bowl thing. His dick was getting hard, but the need to pee was stronger. Keean didn't dare turn around so he bent his knees and aimed into the pot. He sighed as relief came over him and he tried to finish quickly.
"Oh, little one th-," Dax began to query.
"I aint that small. My name is Keean," laughed the smaller man as he turned around.
"Yes. Keean. What I was going to say, is that isn't the chamber pot. That's my water container," Dax smirked as his eyes shown with laughter. He tried to contain his chuckle but the look on his mates face was priceless.
"Oh shit! Sorry. Fuck. You said pot, and it looked like a pot. I'll clean it out for you. Do you have any spong-," Keean frantically scanned the tent.
"It's all right. Don't fret my ma-," Dax paused. "- I mean not to worry, Keean. It's just a simple bowl," offered the smiling giant.
Dax made his way to the actual chamber pot. Keean noticed that it was large enough to cook a pig. He hastily turned around before the big man could whip out his junk and Keean needed sponges for himself. He went back to the pile of fur that made as a bed. Keean sat down to wait while the sexy big guy finished pissing like Niagara falls.
"Great, every man I ever thought was hot, just merged into one sex god and he has his dick out in the same room as me." Keean thought as he squeezed his thighs and stared up at the ceiling.
"Where am I? And sorry for asking this, but who are you again? Drake is it?" Keean asked as Dax came around to sit next his mate. The pallet sunk down with the weight of Dax next to him.
Now that Keean saw him in full profile, Dax looked extremely sexy. His eyes were smiling and his face held a soft comfort that melted Keean's insides. His skin was a rich dark ebony and beautifully even. He had curly black hair on his chest that trailed down a powerful midsection. His arms were large and strong and even relaxed, Keean knew that he was no weakling. His black beard was thick but well groomed and his lips were deliciously full. His legs were large and his thighs stretched the leather pants well. He dared not look at the bigger man's bulge. He could feel a compelling warmth and he yearned to lean into it. Sitting next to him, Keean's head only came up to his shoulder and he tried his best not to stare at that big inviting chest and dark nipples.
"My name is Dax. Daxwell Ironfang. And you are safe here. You are in Wolvren," Dax offered his big hand to his mate in greeting. It took all of Dax's restraint not scoop up the smaller male into his lap.
"Keean Andra. Nice to meet you Dax," Keean returned with a blush and felt his insides further melt at the big warm hand that encased is own.
"Wolvren? I've never heard of that place. One minute I was in the snow with the wolves and the creatures and my side was hurt and the wolves are hurt and I left them ther-," Keean rushed to get everything out in a panic.
"Easy now my mate. I mean...Keean. Please calm down. You were injured badly and you lost a lot of blood. Calm down and try to start from the beginning," Dax gently coaxed as he rubbed his mates back.
"Okay. I was at my family's cabin. There was a wolf that I saved from a trap. And then a creature attacked us. Then some other wolves came and helped us and that creature died. Then another creature came and attacked us. I managed to cut it with my knife and it died, but it slashed my side as we fell off the cliff. I can't remember everything so clearly as it happened so fast. I think I passed out. When I woke up, I was in that clearing. I felt so tired I went to sleep by that tree and that's where you found me," Keean finished his summary of events. He felt like such an idiot saying those things aloud. He left out the events of the giant wolf god teleporting him here. He didn't need his saviour to think he was insane. Calling those things creatures instead of monsters seemed plausible. He looked at Dax and saw the big man just staring at him.
"You were attacked by creatures?" growled Dax. "What did these creatures look like?"
"You believe me?" asked Keean in shock.
"Of course my ma-. Keean. I believe you. The slashes you got were from claws. It looked like werewolf claws but the gashes were different. Uneven," said Dax gently.
"Werewolf. You think werewolves are real. You think that thing was a werewolf?" asked Keean in surprise.
"Well of course werewolves are real my-, Keean. I am a werewolf. As is a vast majority of males in Wolvren," Dax offered as his mate backed away slightly.
