by Lynn Hagen
Legend glanced up at Gabe as he circled Gabe’s nipple with his tongue. He had a wicked gleam in his eyes as a smile formed. As their eyes locked, Legend bit down.
Gabe shouted, bucked, his cock leaking like a broken dam as he rushed closer to his orgasm. How in the hell did Legend affect him like this? One sultry look and Gabe was ready to beg the man to get him off.
“I told you I would punish you if you ran again.” Legend pinched Gabe’s other nipple, sending ripples of pain and pleasure through him.
“You said you’d spank me until I couldn’t sit,” Gabe reminded Legend through hard pants. He strained against his restraints, pulling at the headboard, but the cuffs held firm.
“Is that what you want, sweetness? Do you want to feel the sting of my hand on your ass?”
Gabe started to wonder if Legend had cuffed him to stop Gabe from running home or to stop him from running from Legend. Gabe wasn’t going anywhere, not with Legend lying so close to him. So Legend must have been getting some sort of thrill out of keeping Gabe from running from him. Gabe was like his caged prey and Legend was the predator ready to pounce.
Gabe frowned. “You want me to beg you to spank me? This is some sort of twisted game to you, isn’t it?”
Legend laughed as he bit Gabe’s other nipple, his tongue snaking out to lick away the pain. “Why would you think I’m playing twisted games with you?”
“Because you told me you want to do naughty things with me.”
“No,” Legend corrected. “I said I wanted to do filthy things to you.”
“L–like what?” Curiosity was getting the better of Gabe, even though he knew he should leave well enough alone. If the cuffs and swat on the ass turned Legend on, there was no telling how deep his darkness went. Was Gabe willing to explore those depths? If he kept pushing the man, he just might find himself in a situation he wasn’t prepared for.
Legend pulled back from Gabe’s nipple before blowing a cool puff of air over the wet, sensitive peak. Gabe moaned, his body bucking as he gritted his teeth.
“I’d rather show you.”
Gabe shook when Legend grabbed his shirt and lifted it over Gabe’s head, letting the fabric tighten over his eyes. “What are you doing?” Panic began to well up inside of him. Why was Legend covering his eyes? What was he about to do?
“When you lose one sense, the others become sharper. Like touch.” Legend ran his fingers over Gabe’s nipples, plucking at them. The man was right. It was as if ten of his hands were on Gabe. The sensation was amplified. Gabe felt as if his body were coming alive, one big exposed nerve as Legend’s hands played over his skin. His skin hummed with electricity and Gabe had to bite his lower lip in order not to beg. He was close, though. Very close to pleading with Legend to take him.
“Taste.”
Something nudged at Gabe’s lips and he instantly sucked Legend’s finger into his mouth. Legend’s finger slid inside and he tasted salty, masculine skin. The finger was a bit rough, callused, but Gabe kept it between his lips, suckling it. He could hear Legend hiss as his finger pumped in and out of Gabe’s mouth.
Gabe had never played this kind of game before and he found that he liked it. No, he more than liked it. He never wanted it to end. It was thrilling and kept him guessing at what Legend would do next.
“Smell.”
Legend removed his finger and Gabe lay there for a moment, everything quiet except for the chorus of sounds outside the room. The sounds were crisper, sharper, the cicadas serenading each other on this balmy night.
He could feel the sweat gathering over his skin, hear his own rapid breathing, and yearned for Legend to do something. He flexed his hips, pulled at his cuffs, but Legend remained silent. His cock was hard and aching, his senses reaching out to find where Legend had gone.
And then Gabe smelled something wholly masculine. He sniffed the air, trying to get a read on what it was. His body jerked at the scent before something soft pressed under his nose. “Leather,” he said, a little breathy.
The smell invaded his lungs and Gabe became lost in a world of such sensual pleasure that nothing mattered but the moment and Legend.
“And sound.”
Gabe’s breath hitched, his chest rising and falling faster as he listened to something being ripped.
“What are you doing?”
“Patience.” Legend cupped the backs of Gabe’s knees and he felt the cloth wrap around one knee, and then the other. He began to tremble, unsure what Legend was up to.
Lastly, Legend pulled on the cloth, wrapping it around Gabe’s neck until he was spread wide, helpless, suspended like a puppet on strings.
Gabe strained against his bonds and found that he had only an inch of wiggle room. Then the thought dawned on him. Legend wanted to see him struggle. It was some kind of turn-on for the guy. He wanted to see Gabe fettered like this and blind to what the man was doing. He wanted to tell Legend to stop. That this was too much too soon. Legend was upping the ante.
“You are so damn breathtaking.”
Gabe quivered at the sound of approval in Legend’s tone.
Legend’s voice dropped an octave. “So beautiful.”
Gabe’s hesitation vanished with a whisper. In that moment, he wanted nothing more than to feel Legend buried deep inside of him. His lust-stupid brain didn’t care that Gabe had never allowed another man to fuck him. It didn’t care that Legend was taking things too far. Gabe’s mind and body were betraying him, reaching out for what Legend had to offer, desperate to know just how far Legend would go.
“Tell me I can do whatever I want to your body.”
Gabe was panting, his body arching toward the darkness for one single touch. “I–I can’t.”
“You’re scared.” It was a statement. “You’re afraid of relinquishing control to someone else. That’s why you’re so hell-bent on getting back to your father, so you can control the situation.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” Gabe clenched his jaw as he futilely wiggled. “Get this shit off me.”
“Did I hit a sore point?” Legend asked. His tone was soothing, as if talking to a man on a ledge. And that was exactly how Gabe felt. He didn’t like the unknown and he didn’t like freefalling.
Worse, Legend was right. Gabe wanted to control everything around him, including the situation with his father. He didn’t like feeling out of control or helpless. He wanted to be the one in charge, the one who handled the danger currently hounding him.
His father had groomed him to be a man of action, a take-charge kind of guy. And right now, Gabe was anything but. He was allowing this virtual stranger to have control over him—something he had never done before.
So why was he allowing this to happen? Why was he letting Legend have the lead? And most of all, why in the hell was he enjoying the powerless feeling Legend evoked in him?
Suddenly, Gabe felt pressure at his lips. Legend kissed him with light laps of his tongue against Gabe’s seeking one. Legend moaned into his mouth, but he kept the pace slow, languid, laying his hands over the sides of Gabe’s face.
Legend broke from the kiss to brush feather-light grazes of his lips over Gabe’s cheek, chin, along his jawline, and then back to Gabe’s waiting mouth, to take Gabe’s tongue with his.
It was the most sensual and tender kiss he’d ever received.
“Don’t be afraid of me, sweetness,” Legend whispered against Gabe’s mouth. “I would never do anything to hurt you.”
The sense of connection to Legend flared like a blinding light. How could he be afraid of a man who was this tender, yet how could he put that much trust in a man he’d just met?
Gabe swallowed, trying to imagine giving himself wholly over to Legend, abandoning logic and self-preservation and allowing this man to do whatever he wanted. “I am afraid of you.”
“Because I scare you?” The man sounded like he was unraveling.
Gabe shook his head. “Not you, but the things you want to do to me. T
he unknown.”
With a groan, Legend flicked his tongue harder against Gabe’s, telling Gabe that he was about to deepen the kiss, that he was about to claim a part of Gabe that no other had touched.
Chapter Six
Legend took his time, exploring Gabe’s body as he tried to relax his soon-to-be lover. There was no question in his mind that Gabe would be his. His bear was fighting too hard to get to the man, to consume him.
Which told Legend only one thing.
Gabe was his mate.
He wasn’t one hundred-percent sure, but Legend had never felt this way toward anyone before. If Gabe wasn’t his mate, then his bear had gone nutty. Either way, he couldn’t deny the strong attraction and almost bat-shit crazy way he felt toward the man.
He could sense his mate teetering, the need to give in to Legend overwhelming. But Gabe’s fear of letting go kept him just out of reach. “If you let go, trust me, I’ll make you have an orgasm the likes of which you’ve never experienced before.”
“Oh, god,” Gabe gasped with a moan, tugging against his bindings. Legend was sure that if he let the man go, Gabe wouldn’t run, but seeing the human bound for his pleasure excited him too much to free him just yet. He wanted Gabe at his total mercy, to surrender to him.
Legend’s hands, his entire body, were nearly shuddering in reaction, in lust and need, and he feared the loss of his own control. Never in his entire sexual life had his own control been as sorely tested as it was now.
“I want you so much I can barely breathe. I have ever since I walked into that damned house of yours and saw you stride into your father’s office.”
Gabe whimpered.
Legend pulled the shirt from over Gabe’s eyes and saw the wild heat in their pale-blue depths. He drew in a tight breath. His cock throbbed, pleading for a touch, no matter how timid. He gritted his teeth as his eyes dropped to Gabe’s groin.
Legend was still battling his need to have Gabe. What if the human wasn’t his mate? What if his bear was just turned on by the man? This might be wrong, yet Legend couldn’t pull away. He’d gone too far and there was no backing out.
He watched Gabe, seeing the determination in the man’s eyes, the lust that flushed his face, tightened his features, and Legend couldn’t find the strength to fight this.
“I take control,” he said broodingly. “Whatever I want to give you, Gabe, however I want to give it.”
“What if I don’t want to give you control?” Gabe asked. His chest was rising and falling rapidly but Legend could see the need in the man’s eyes. It was tangible and electrifying, and Legend wanted a piece of that excitement. He wanted Gabe writhing and whimpering under him. He wanted the man to want him.
He shook his head. “You’ll give it, Gabe. By god, you’ll give it to me.” He leaned closer and brushed his lips over Gabe’s. “This is what you need, for now, maybe just this once.”
“Or this is what you need,” Gabe countered as small puffs of air glided over Legend’s lips. “This is what you want.”
Legend smiled. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe I’ve wanted to do this to you since I first laid eyes on you. To spank the brat right out of you.”
Gabe’s hips hitched, his entire body rocking as his restraints stopped him from reaching out. “Are you still afraid?” Legend asked.
“Yes,” Gabe admitted with an honesty Legend appreciated and admired. He slipped his hands under Gabe’s ass and massaged the twin mounds, watching Gabe’s reaction. The man’s head lolled to the side as his breathing increased. Taking things a bit further, Legend slid his index finger over Gabe’s tight muscle.
Gabe stiffened and then moaned.
Legend wet his finger and then placed it back at Gabe’s tight hole. “Surrender to me.” He slipped his finger in to the first knuckle. “Don’t fight this.”
Gabe gritted his teeth as he turned his head and stared directly into Legend’s eyes. Legend could see vulnerability and fear. He pulled his finger back and then slipped it in a little further. “That’s it, sweetness.”
The cuffs rattled against the headboard as Gabe pulled at his restraints. His ass clenched and then relaxed.
“Show me you want this,” Legend said as he pulled his finger free and grabbed the lube he’d stuffed under the pillow when he’d put the cuffs in place. He set it next to his thigh as he watched Gabe. “Offer yourself to me.”
“H–How?”
“Raise your ass and tell me to take it. Tell me it’s mine to do with as I please.”
Gabe’s body flushed, the color moving over him like drifting clouds from face, to neck, to the rest of his body. Legend traced it with his fingers and then smiled. “Such a pretty color.”
The need vibrated off of Gabe, sang to Legend, begged him to take, take, take. But Legend also wanted to give. He wanted Gabe just as satisfied, if not more.
Gabe tensed, and then slowly raised his ass. The man sucked in his bottom lip, his eyes steady on Legend. Fear mingled with want. The man wasn’t sure, yet he was trusting Legend to do the right thing.
And Legend would.
He ran the palms of his hands down Gabe’s inner thighs, watched Gabe watch him. He smiled. “My frightened little cub.”
Gabe’s eyes narrowed but he didn’t protest, didn’t pull back. The man had fire in him and Legend loved it. He scraped his nails along Gabe’s smooth skin and was rewarded with a swift intake of breath.
“You like torturing me, don’t you?” Gabe asked, his voice strong but breathy.
Legend chuckled. The sound was low and deep. “Is it that obvious?”
He could hear Gabe whisper, “Crazy son of a bitch.”
He might be, but he was going to enjoy every inch of Gabe’s luscious body. Legend was on his knees. He scooted closer until the backs of Gabe’s thighs were resting on his. The man was raised, his ass right there for Legend to pleasure.
Legend had to appear as if he were in control, but his heart hammered in his chest and his hands jittered. His throat was a bit dry as well. Gabe’s legs tried to tighten around Legend and the action caused Legend’s cock to swell—to harden in agonizing need.
Gabe wasn’t the only one being tortured.
As Legend stared at Gabe, he was amazed at what the sight of the man did to him. How it clenched his chest, engorged his cock, and had emotions springing to life that he knew he would be much more comfortable without.
Legend wasn’t used to feeling this way toward anyone.
He lifted his hand to Gabe’s hair, his fingers brushing over the blond strands, moving them away from the flushed cheeks. Gabe’s lips parted.
“Legend.” Gabe said his name desperately.
“All in due time,” Legend said as he grabbed the lube and wet his fingers. He slid them over Gabe’s tight anal muscle, growling at how good the man felt as his own cock pounded out a rhythm. He nearly forgot that he wanted to take this slow. The need in him was too intense and if Legend didn’t slow down, he’d blow his load and this would be over.
Arousal lit Gabe’s eyes in a blaze of lust so intense it nearly seared Legend. He worked his fingers into Gabe’s ass, clenching his teeth at just how tight the man was. “Have you ever bottomed, sweetness?”
When Gabe swallowed and remained silent, Legend had his answer. This tough little package had more than likely ruled over those he took to his bed. Gabe liked control. But he was going to give that hard-fought control over to Legend. He had to show the man that there was nothing wrong with allowing someone else to lead.
Legend took his time, working his fingers gently. He wanted Gabe with a force that frightened him, but he didn’t want to hurt the man.
“How does this feel, my fingers inside of you?”
Gabe’s skin flushed as his head thrashed from side to side. When the man still wouldn’t speak, Legend removed his fingers. Gabe whimpered.
“I asked you a question, sweetness.”
Gabe’s arms shook as he yanked against the cuffs. His defiance was am
using because Legend knew he would get the man to talk.
“I can easily get off of this bed and leave you here, hard, aching. Is that what you want, Gabe?”
“No,” Gabe ground out between clenched teeth.
Legend slipped two fingers back inside Gabe’s lubed ass. The muscle clamped around his fingers, making it almost impossible to move them. “Then tell me. How does this feel?”
He scissored his fingers and twisted his wrist until he found the small walnut-sized gland. He brushed over it and Gabe’s entire body went rigid, straining as the man gasped.
“Tell me.”
“Oh, god,” he cried out. “Good, Legend.” His voice was strained as his legs shook. The hairs on the backs of his thighs moved over Legend’s, caressing him. “Fucking good.”
Legend didn’t want a silent lover. He wanted to know how he made Gabe feel. He wanted to swallow every sound Gabe made and he craved to hear just how much the man enjoyed this.
He pumped his fingers in and out of Gabe’s ass as if they were his cock. The muscles began to loosen, to stretch. Soon Gabe would be ready for him. The man’s cock spun a string of pre-cum that glistened on his belly, pooling at his navel. Legend swiped his fingers through the sticky mess and then licked the clear liquid into his mouth. He moaned at the taste.
Gabe’s eyes were wide, watching him. Legend winked at the man. Gabe’s cock was straining, the veins standing out, the head a deep purple.
Legend swiped his fingers over Gabe’s belly again, wanting another taste. Gabe’s breathing was audible in the quiet room.
Once he licked his fingers clean, Legend ran them from Gabe’s ankle to the back of his knee. He watched as goose bumps surfaced and Gabe groaned.
The pleasure on Gabe’s face fascinated Legend. He wrapped his fist around Gabe’s cock and gave it a few good strokes as Gabe arched his back and whimpered.
Legend teased the man, watching as Gabe raced toward the edge before Legend eased back, denying the man his orgasm.
Gabe was shaking and shivering, licking his lips as he observed Legend intently. Those pale-blue eyes shimmered with lust, with need.