by Macy Blake
Everything looked perfect, too perfect.
Jedrek shivered. Cul de sacs gave him the creeps.
“What’s wrong?” Nick asked softly.
“Nothing. Everything’s fine.”
Nick scowled but turned his attention back to Zaire. She stopped in front of a little, one-story house that might as well have had a white picket fence and a golden retriever in the yard. She pushed open the door and gestured them inside.
“I’ve put you both here. I hope you don’t mind sharing, but with Izzy and Sophie, and now Leandra and the kids, I’m running low on guest accommodations.”
“What the hell is this place?”
“My home,” Zaire said her voice icy. “I’d like for you to stay in tonight and get settled. There’s food in the freezer, but if you need anything, just make a list and I’ll have it taken care of. I need to let our other residents know that a hellhound is here.”
“Sure,” Jedrek said.
She gave them both stern looks before turning and leaving again. Jedrek looked around the place. It was nice, but not extravagant. Off-white walls, crisp white trim. Hardwood floors. A nice woven rug. Perfectly serviceable couch. Dear goddess, he’d been banished to suburbia. He’d obviously done something horrific to deserve this level of punishment.
“Could this place be any more boring if it tried?” Nick asked. “I feel like I’m trapped in one of those model homes.”
Jedrek huffed and dropped the bags and Nick’s suitcase. He needed a donut. The kitchen was at the other end of the room, tucked behind a bookcase that had two books and a lot of knickknacks, including a white hand. Why did anyone need a sculpture of a hand sitting on their bookshelf? Or one of those fake lumps of coral? He sighed and found a roll of paper towels tucked away under the sink. Nick had followed him so he tore off two before opening the box and giving Nick first dibs.
“We’re living in a catalog,” Jedrek grumbled. He found one of the chocolate ones with sprinkles and grabbed it.
“I mean, it’s nice and all,” Nick hedged. “It’s better than my place.”
“At least it has furniture.”
Nick snorted and took a bite of a powdered sugar donut. It left a ring of white around his lips. Jedrek kind of wanted to lick it off for him.
“I have furniture,” Nick protested.
“Sure you do. You know what I never got about those fancy shows where they fix up the houses?”
“What?” Nick asked between bites.
“Where do they put their stuff? I mean, it doesn’t make sense. They give ‘em like one shelf, and it’s perfectly styled or whatever, but where do you put your remotes? And your mail? Or just your stuff. Books and magazines and the picture your kids paint for you at school.”
“Have kids, do you?”
Jedrek glared. “I have kids in my life. Well, had kids. The Jerrick kids don’t exactly do crafts anymore. Still have Sophie, though. Can’t wait to see the little munchkin.”
“Who’s Sophie?”
“Izzy’s a waitress at the bar we run. She’s human, but part of our pack. Sophie’s her six-year-old daughter. Izzy found out about all this because someone used magic and sent her ex after her. It was too dangerous so Meshaq sent her here to keep her and Sophie safe.”
Nick finished his donut and licked his fingers. “Let’s see what else this place has.”
Jedrek took the last bite of his and followed Nick down the only hall in the place. There were two bedrooms and a shared bathroom between them. It was basically a step up from the cabins at the clinic. “I’ll take this one, if you don’t care.”
Nick turned and was suddenly in Jedrek’s space. “I don’t care.”
His husky voice made his intentions abundantly clear.
“Nick,” Jedrek groaned.
“We’ve got time to kill. And I have a few ideas of how to spend that time.”
“This isn’t—”
“I know. It’s a terrible idea. Really. One of my worst. But I want to taste you. I want to see your skin. I want to spread you out and take you apart. My instincts are going crazy. You smell so fucking good.”
Nick leaned in and Jedrek should have pulled away but he didn’t. He let Nick get close, press him back against the bedroom wall, and bury his face in Jedrek’s neck. Nick touched him, his hands on Jedrek’s arms, squeezing, testing their strength before he drifted up and over his shoulders. All while his wicked mouth worked on Jedrek’s neck, tasting him. Marking him.
“Fuck,” Jedrek groaned.
“That’s what I’m hoping,” Nick rumbled.
His voice deepened. He lifted his head and stared into Jedrek’s eyes. The golden glow of the lion stared back, but Nick was still in control. Jedrek’s eyes flared in return.
Jedrek threw caution to the wind and grabbed his shirt. He pulled it off before grabbing Nick’s face in his hands. He hesitated for only a second before diving in and getting his first taste of the man.
Everything stopped. The heat between them burst into flame, an inferno of aching want that shot straight to Jedrek’s cock. It thickened and he thrust forward, pushing into Nick only to find answering hardness.
Nick’s eyes brightened, turning a pure golden yellow as he pulled back and pulled his own shirt over his head. “Get on the bed.”
His voice had bottomed out, deep with lust and power. Jedrek trembled. Goddess, he loved a man who was his equal, who could take what he gave and then give it right back in return. Nothing about Nick was fragile. Everything about him radiated power and lust.
Jedrek walked backward to the bed, pushing his pants down as he went. By the time he reached the mattress, he was gloriously naked, his skin golden and beaded with sweat. “Lube is in my bag,” Jedrek said.
Nick growled, pausing mid-step before spinning around and going back into the living room. Jedrek stroked his cock then spread his legs, teasing his balls, getting himself nice and hard.
A low growl pulled his attention back to the doorway. Nick moved slowly, a predator hunting his prey. He never took his eyes of Jedrek’s dick, captivated by each slow, sensuous movement of Jedrek’s hand. He dropped the lube and condoms on the side table before climbing onto the bed. He had his hands on either side of Jedrek’s hips, his eyes still locked on Jedrek’s hand as it moved in a slow steady rhythm.
Nick slowly lowered his head and the predatory gleam in his eye sent a shiver down Jedrek’s spine. He’d fucked a lot, but he’d never had anyone look at him like this. Nick kept his eyes on Jedrek’s hand but breathed against his balls. He reflexively tightened them and Nick looked up, grinning before he opened his mouth and sucked one into his mouth.
Jedrek groaned at the wet heat. Nick rumbled and the vibrations sent another tremble through him. He stopped stroking his cock, because he could already feel the dam of pleasure building in his spine, and it would burst way too soon if he didn’t. Nick didn’t seem to appreciate his efforts at control, though. He glared and released the ball in his mouth, licked a stripe up the other, then moved upward.
“Nick,” Jedrek groaned.
Nick took his eyes from his prize and looked up. “So fucking hot.”
“I’m kinda on edge here, man.”
“Then let’s take the edge off.”
His voice deepened so much Jedrek hardly recognized it. He had Jedrek’s dick in his hand then, squeezing and stroking, getting a feel for it. It was enough to increase that pressure he’d tried to hold back tenfold. It didn’t seem to matter. Nick wanted it. He leaned in and sucked the tip between his lips, laving at the slit and the come that gathered there. Jedrek groaned and his hips pushed up, an instinct he couldn’t fight if he tried. Nick grinned wickedly, then lowered his head further.
“Fuck,” Jedrek yelled.
Nick sucked him deeper, the heat and warmth sending sparks through his body. Jedrek tried to hold back, but it was a lost cause. He’d never been worked up so fast, so desperate to come that he didn’t want to stretch it out. He tried. He fough
t it. Letting the exquisite pressure build until Nick brushed a finger against his hole, and the promise in the gesture sent him over the edge. Nick hummed against him as he began to thrust desperately, come shooting into Nick’s mouth as he continued to work him over.
When he finally finished, Nick raised his head and visibly swallowed.
Then he licked his lips and the wicked grin was back. “My turn.”
He crawled forward, legs straddling Jedrek’s waist, then his chest. Jedrek’s breath heaved, still gasping from the pleasure at his orgasm. But heat already began to build again at the promise. Nick grabbed the headboard and looked down at him. His eyes made the demand, and Jedrek was all too happy to comply. He scooted down and opened his mouth. Nick used one hand to feed Jedrek his cock while the other braced against the headboard.
“That’s it. Fuck, Jed. You’re so fucking hot. That mouth of yours. I’ve been thinking of it. Imagining you on your knees with my cock in the back of your throat.”
Jedrek growled again, licking and slurping at everything Nick gave him. He could feel it when it became too much, when Nick started to lose control. His thighs tightened, squeezing against Jedrek’s shoulders. His cock twitched in his mouth. His head dropped and he clenched the headboard tighter.
And then he came, come hitting the back of Jedrek’s throat. He pulled out, shooting across Jedrek’s neck and the top of his chest. His eyes glowed, bright golden yellow as he orgasmed. The lion took control, his instincts guiding Nick as he rubbed his come into Jedrek’s skin, scenting him. Marking his territory. Jedrek didn’t mind at all. He panted for breath, mouth still watering. Wanting more. Nick’s cock didn’t even soften, and Jedrek realized his own hadn’t either. He’d been so focused on Nick he hadn’t realized he’d gotten wound up again. Of course, now that he was aware of it, he wanted Nick’s hands back on him. Or his mouth. Or both.
Nick seemed inclined to agree. He slowly moved back down, straddling Jedrek’s waist and using his shoulders for support. He had him pinned to the mattress. Jedrek grabbed Nick’s hips, pushing him down just that little bit further so their cocks sat next to each other. Nick liked the idea. He began to slowly roll his hips, thrusting his cock next to Jedrek’s.
“Look what you do to me,” Nick rumbled. “So fucking turned on, I’m ready to go again. That’s never happened before. Only you. So fucking hot.”
Nick slid his hands down and grabbed Jedrek’s pecs. He squeeze, then leaned down and bit, not hard but enough for Jedrek to feel it all the way to his toes. “Nick.”
“Yeah. Gonna mark you up.” He moved to the other side and laved Jedrek’s nipple with his tongue. He bit down on it, softly tugging it between his teeth before releasing it.
He moved further down, his mouth ghosting over Jedrek’s ribs, and then down to his hip. He sucked another mark there. Down further, spreading Jedrek’s legs. He nipped at his thigh, then sucked a mark. Down further, to his calf, and then at his ankle.
Bright golden eyes looked up at him. “Turn over.”
“Nick.”
He got a growl in return. The sound about sent him over the edge. He rolled over, spread his legs and arms, offered himself up to Nick.
“Hmm,” Nick groaned.
He traced his lips over Jedrek’s calf, to the sensitive spot behind his knee. He moved to the other side, sucked a mark on Jedrek’s thigh. Both hands grabbed his ass, kneading him, spreading him open. Hot breath against his hole and then then rumbling of Nick’s voice. “I’ll come back for you.”
Then up. The dip in his back. Beneath his shoulder blade. And finally, his neck. Jedrek shivered. “Nick.”
“Hmm.”
Nick’s weight moved slightly to the side but was quickly back again. He heard the snick of the lube bottle, then the cool liquid hitting the crease of his ass. Nick’s fingers followed, traced his hole, then he pushed two inside. Jedrek tensed, his body arching back. Nick seemed a master of his body already, instinctively knowing where to touch, where he needed it. He thrust hard and fast. Then added another. All the while he breathed on Jedrek’s neck, the most sensitive, most sacred spot of him. But Nick seemed to know that too. He bit down gently and Jedrek cried out. His hole ached, wanted more so badly.
Nick reached for the condoms. Tore one off. Then cursed.
“What?”
“Tore it. Hold on.”
“Don’t need it,” Jedrek confessed.
Nick stilled. “What?”
“Can’t get anything. Hellhound.”
Nick’s breathing deepened and he moved his lips up further to Jedrek’s ear. “You sure?”
“Yes. Please, Nick. I need you.”
Those seemed to be the words he needed to hear. He added lube to his cock, forced Jedrek’s legs wider, then pushed his cock against Jedrek’s hole. It was big, bigger than he’d been prepared for and they both knew it. But Nick, fucking hell, Nick knew exactly what he was doing. He eased his way inside, slowly stretching him.
His mouth was back at Jedrek’s neck, teasing, driving him insane with need. But he couldn’t even move. Not in this position. Nick had him spread out and even when he tried to move his hips, to get some friction against his achingly hard cock, he couldn’t. He could barely move. Nick had him, though.
“Arch your back,” Nick rumbled.
He had to comply. Jedrek arched, pushing his hips up, changing the angle. Nick slid deeper, a rumbling growl in his ear. “You were made for me, for this. You’re sucking me in now, aren’t you? Perfect ass, Jed. So fucking perfect. Think you can take me? Can you take it all?”
Jedrek groaned again. Like he could form words at the moment. He couldn’t think past the sensations, the sparks of pleasure spiraling through his body. But he did it anyway, forced his body to relax, and it had the desired result. Nick bottomed out, his dick fully buried in Jedrek’s ass. He got another grumble for his effort, this one pleased. Nick’s mouth was back at his neck. He added another mark as he slowly rolled his hips. Desire ratcheted up with each brush of Nick’s cock against the bundle of nerves inside him.
But Nick wasn’t going to be rushed. He wasn’t going to let Jedrek decide how this went. It turned him on further. And he relaxed into the mattress, even though his cock ached now. Wanting his hand on it. It would only take a few pulls and it would be over again. But Jedrek didn’t want it to be over.
Nick’s rhythm changed, becoming a sharp staccato punch. His breathing quickened, becoming more desperate. Jedrek knew the feeling. Heat built between them, waves of it pouring off Jedrek to Nick, and then back again.
“Nick.”
“Fuck yeah,” Nick said. “So fucking hot, Jed. You’re burning me up. Fuck.”
His rhythm faltered, and the change was enough to shove Jedrek off the edge. One last thrust pegged his gland and he threw back his head. He yelled Nick’s name as his orgasm struck, his hole tightening, trapping Nick’s dick exactly where he wanted it. Nick didn’t seem to mind. With his head back and throat exposed, Nick grabbed him and bit down. Hard. And his hot come filled Jedrek’s ass.
Jedrek collapsed onto the mattress. Stunned. He’d… shit. He’d let Nick claim him.
“Mmm,” Nick released his hold and rolled his softening cock around once more before pulling free. He slid to the side, curling himself around Jedrek’s side and tucking his face into Jedrek’s neck. “So good.”
And yeah. Yeah it was.
Nick stroked his back, his big hand dragging down Jedrek’s spine, dipping into the crease and the dripping mess he’d left behind. Nick didn’t care. He simply kept touching, learning, exploring. Jedrek relaxed into it. Nothing he could do to change things now, and he’d never had this. Never had someone so entranced with his body. With him. He sighed, but it turned into a yawn.
“Sleep,” Nick murmured quietly against his neck. “I’ve got you.”
So Jedrek closed his eyes and did as he was told.
Nick
Nick felt more than smelled someone approaching the hous
e. He peeled open one eye and breathed deeply, cocking a grin at the scent of a well-fucked man next to him. Jedrek hadn’t moved, but lay face down on the bed, his legs spread enough for Nick to have one thigh tucked between them. He’d found a spot he liked against Jedrek’s side, half on him, half off. Jedrek’s shoulder served as a makeshift pillow. Nick hadn’t slept so well in years.
Footsteps outside grew closer and Nick fought back a growl. He rolled to the side and sucked in another breath, this one reminding himself what Zaire would do to him if he didn’t stay in control. Jedrek grumbled but didn’t wake. Nick paused one more moment to take in the view before moving quickly toward the front door. He opened it just in time. The guy on the porch had his hand raised to knock.
“Who are you?” Nick said. His voice was low and growly. He might have roared a bit loudly the night before. He wanted to go back to bed and roar a little more.
The guy looked at Nick, then down, then blushed, then back up again. “I’m, um. Wow. Uh. See, there’s… uh, what’s my name?”
Nick looked down, realized he was stark naked and filthy. Sticky and covered in come. Nice. He ran his hand down his belly and made a little rumbling sound of approval.
“Right. Um, I’m Rowan. That’s my name. Oh, goddess.”
“What do you want, Rowan?”
“Well…” Rowan looked Nick up and down once more and Nick was pretty sure he might pass out if he turned any redder.
“Who is it?” Jedrek grumbled behind him. He came up and tugged Nick back against him, tucking his face into Nick’s neck.
“Some guy.”
“Go put pants on. He’s gonna faint.”
“Oh, hi Jedrek.”
Nick scowled. “You know this guy?”
Jedrek lifted his head and peeled open his eyes. “Yeah. That’s Rowan. Come back to bed.”