by Jamie Craig
Aden dragged the tip of his cock alongside the chain, pushing it out of his way when he reached the opening. He stopped and bent over, his mouth going straight to Darren’s ear. “Getting set-up by Ray was worth it. Just so we’re clear.”
As Aden pressed forward, all the air rushed from Darren’s lungs, making it impossible to respond. He was too focused on the thick length slowly sinking into his ass. Aden might not be tearing into him, but he wasn’t giving Darren any time to adjust either, each inch harder than the one before. He didn’t stop until he’d bottomed out, and even then, he tightened his body against Darren’s, as if he wanted to push even deeper.
Darren didn’t know how to express it—or even if he should—but letting Aden fill him and hold him just felt right. His senses, so accustomed to hunting werewolves, were completely attuned to Aden now. Darren didn’t miss a single breath, or twitch of his cock, or flex of his muscles. It seemed like he had forever to create a mental map of Aden’s body, because the other man simply wasn’t moving. He didn’t begin to slide out of Darren’s body until Darren quivered with need and each breath was accompanied with a small, hungry sound.
Aden found a bare patch of skin along the top of his collar and licked along it, tickling until he reached the front of Darren’s throat. It bent Darren’s head back at an impossible angle, but the first sink of teeth into the tender flesh made him cry out, the sound sucked back into his body when Aden slammed his cock forward again.
Aden didn’t break his rhythm or release Darren’s throat. His ass and thighs burned from the onslaught, and each strong thrust forward made him hungry for more. Aden’s teeth in his throat created a different sensation. It was sharper, more painful, and Darren felt it in the pit of his gut. If Aden moved his head just an inch, or bit with as much strength as Darren knew he had in those powerful jaws, then that would be the end of him. But he didn’t feel a trace of fear at the possibility, just heady and flushed.
His head swam. He knew now why Aden had insisted on the restraints. Without the cuffs, Darren was pretty sure he would have collapsed under the assault. Without the bite of the leash, he would have been lost in the burn. The toys Aden had claimed were for submission actually had other purposes, giving strength when Darren needed it most.
He wondered if Aden realized. The second after the question arose, he answered it with a yes. He didn’t think Aden did anything without understanding the full ramifications of his actions.
The leather wore against his slick wrists and his fingers tingled. Aden’s chest was hot against his back, his skin sticking to Darren’s. When he closed his eyes, the room seemed to tilt even more around him, like the bed was bucking and twisting each time Aden thrust forward. He took deep, shuddering breaths, but that didn’t help. Neither did turning the breath into pleas.
When Aden let go of the leash, easing the tension on Darren’s neck, Darren almost exhaled in relief. His respite was short-lived, however. The hand that had coiled around the chain went straight for Darren’s cock, stripping it at the same ruthless tempo he ploughed into Darren’s ass.
“Aden…God…I’m…” He wanted to say so close, but Aden tightened his fingers and that subtle change in pressure was just enough to push him right into his orgasm. He pushed his hips forward, thrusting into Aden’s hand with each jerk of his cock. His thighs and arms trembled, but Aden didn’t slow his tempo or give Darren a chance to recover. When Aden pushed his fingers in front of Darren’s mouth, he didn’t hesitate to suck them between his lips and lick the sticky come from his rough skin.
Aden’s breath was hot against his ear, and his strokes grew erratic, searing raw flesh with each new drive. Darren could only keep from flying apart even more than he was by sinking his teeth into the fleshy part of Aden’s palm, but the first tense of sinew against his lips came with a howl from Aden, his hips slamming into Darren’s clenching channel one last time as he erupted.
Darren wanted to collapse against the bed. His shoulders burned from the strain of remaining upright, but Aden’s arm sneaking around his waist helped relieve some of the pressure.
“Well, if I had any second thoughts, they’re gone now,” Darren murmured.
Aden’s chuckle vibrated through both of them. “I guess fucking the anxiety out of you works, too.” He glided a hand upward to undo the cuffs. “Definitely worth closing early for.”
Darren fell to the mattress, and Aden still didn’t release him. “I’ll try not to make it a habit of luring you from your store.”
Easing out of Darren’s ass, Aden rolled to the side, taking Darren with him. His mouth returned to Darren’s neck, more gently now, kissing and licking over the red splotches where the leather chafed. “You could probably do it once in a while. You could even wear that little dress and heels if you wanted.”
Darren grinned. “I think that particular skirt is ruined, but you might be able to talk me into finding another.”
For a moment, the arms around Darren tightened, blocking air, blocking movement, blocking everything that wasn’t Aden. Aden even stopped his licking, choosing instead to bury his face in Darren’s neck. He held like that for time passing into minutes, only easing back when he exhaled slowly.
“Welcome to my pack,” Aden murmured.
Instead of bristling at the words, Darren closed his eyes and curled into Aden’s body. It was still strange to think of himself as part of a pack, but it was good, too. The sting of Jasmine’s betrayal had already started to fade. If only because the betrayal had been worth it.
The skirt had been worth it, too.
THE END
ABOUT JAMIE CRAIG
Jamie Craig is the collaboration of Vivien Dean and Pepper Espinoza. Both have been in love with romance, adventure, fantasy, and the written word since childhood. Pepper lives in Utah with her dog and cats and loves to golf when she’s not working. Vivien lives in Northern California with her husband and two teenagers.
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