by Fel Fern
He nibbled on Henry’s upper lip, sucked on the lower half. Heat slammed right to his belly, his groin, making his cock dig against the zipper of his jeans. More. He wanted plenty of what Henry willingly offered. Spencer pushed his tongue between Henry’s lips, but the human let him deepen the kiss.
Spencer moved his hand from his chest to his belt buckle.
He pulled away from the kiss, liking the dazed expression on the little human’s face.
“Eager little beaver, aren’t we?”
“I haven’t been kissed like that before.”
Spencer banded one possessive arm around Henry, preventing escape, not that the human showed any indication he wanted to wiggle free.
“Oh? What else haven’t you done?” He nuzzled Henry’s neck, shutting his eyes at the sound of Henry’s racing pulse. Wouldn’t be hard to bite down, claim Henry as his own.
No. He’d never do that to Henry, chain the human to a broken bear. He settled for a little bite instead, hard enough to bruise but not break skin.
Henry gulped and stared at him as he pulled back.
“You bit me,” Henry stated, accusatory, and yet, did Spencer imagine the pleasure in the human’s words?
“We shifters do that. Looks good on you.”
Henry’s hand flew to his neck. The human blushed—an endearing color, he decided.
“Am I getting more than a kiss?” Henry eventually asked, squeaking when Spencer dragged his hand down Henry’s body and gave Henry’s dick a squeeze through the denim.
“Inside,” he said.
Part of Spencer knew this was taking a huge step for him. He seldom invited anyone inside the cabin. It was his own personal den, and even his brothers respected his need for space. Back when Isiah had first taken him, he’d refused to sleep in the bedroom Isiah had provided, so he’d slept outdoors in bear form instead. Eventually, Isiah’s patience and kindness had won him over, but he still preferred living near the outdoors as an adult.
Henry’s eyes widened. “Really? I get to see your home?”
“My den,” he corrected. “Why, having second thoughts now?”
“Not at all. I just had the distinctive impression you don’t usually invite strangers into your home.”
“I’ve already seen the inside of yours.” Besides, he didn’t say out loud that Henry was different from all the other males he’d fucked, special.
“Okay then.” He ushered Henry through the back door, letting the human take in the simple one-room cabin.
“Oh, it’s lovely. Did you make all the furniture here?” Henry exclaimed.
He’d thought his inner animal would go wild that some stranger human was invading their personal space, but the beast grew quiet, luxuriating in Henry’s presence. What was it about this particular human that made breaking all his personal rules so easy?
“I’m going to take a quick shower,” he stated.
Maybe give Henry a little more time to rethink his impulsive decisions, but fuck, Henry’s arousal and his own were thick in the air. He could rut Henry right here and now, but he wouldn’t do that to Henry. He’d take his time instead, because he wanted to hear every moan and plea that spilled out of Henry’s lips. His little human had been hurt before, probably had some negative memories associated with sex, but he never backed away from a challenge.
It pissed him off to know some ugly bastard had possessed the guts to harm a sweet little human like Henry, but he could do nothing about the past. The present, however, he had some very wicked ideas about.
“Don’t do that,” Henry blurted, blushing. “I like you all sweaty and everything. Maybe we can take a shower together after?”
“Sounds like a mighty fine idea to me, my little human.”
Chapter Four
Henry shivered when Spencer referred to him as ‘my little human.’ He’d never truly belonged to anyone before, never trusted enough to surrender his body and eventually his heart, but those words sounded perfect when Spencer said them. He only hoped—no. Spencer—heck, he, too—had made it clear this arrangement included no strings attached.
“Let’s get you out of those clothes,” Spencer suggested when he hadn’t budged, too shocked this was all actually happening.
“Okay,” he whispered.
Spencer edged closer, until his lips touched Henry’s lobe. “Tell me if you want to stop anytime.”
“Go.” It was all he could say at that moment, especially with Spencer’s big warm hands touching him, but Spencer didn’t seem to mind he was verbally challenged at that moment. He lifted his hands and let Spencer tug his shirt away. His pants came off next, and with Spencer’s help, he managed to get out of his bottoms soon enough. Wanting to speed up the process, he kicked his shoes away and reached for Spencer’s belt buckle again.
The werebear let out a low, sexy laugh, which made his cock pulse. He moaned when Spencer took his lips again, and he was surprised the kiss was slow, tender, as if they had all the time in the world. Spencer pulled away and he moaned, wanting more of what this gorgeous, rough werebear had to offer.
He continued undoing Spencer’s belt, a hundred percent focused on his task. Finally, he unzipped Spencer and let out a ragged breath. Henry pulled out Spencer’s prick.
“My, Mr. Bear, what a big dick you have.”
Spencer smiled. “Why? Scared?”
“Not at all.” In fact, hadn’t he daydreamed of this moment often enough?
Spencer nudged him backward, until his feet touched soft, thick carpeting. The comfy, luxurious red rug he’d spied earlier, which was located in front of the fireplace. Oh, it would be wonderful to have sex here on a cold winter’s night—if their affair lasted that long.
Shit. Henry couldn’t, wouldn’t dare dream that far, because what was happening between Spencer and him was temporary. Any human with sense would back off now, but not him. He wanted this too much, and it had been so long since another man, this man especially, had taken interest in a mediocre-looking nerd like him.
“Lie down,” Spencer instructed, helping him until he lay on his back.
He sighed at the luxurious feeling of the thick threads tickling his back, his ass. Spencer positioned himself between his legs and didn’t raise them instantly, but blanketed his body with his. The werebear kissed him again, short-circuiting his senses. He responded with equal passion. Tongues and teeth dueled for dominance. Heat kindled in his belly, spread to his hardening dick.
Spencer left a trail of kisses down his body, alternating them with nips and bites, leaving him groaning. The werebear took his nipple into his mouth, sucking hard until his entire body buckled. Spencer then swiped a finger around his tip, flicking at the pre-cum gathered there, before working his dick, stroking it back and forth. The pressure inside him continued to mount.
Henry moaned, under the werebear’s complete mercy and loving every moment of it.
Spencer bit on the bud, leaving his teeth marks there. Oh, he didn’t forget the little fact Spencer had left another on his side of his neck. It was as if Spencer wanted to tell the entire world who he belonged to. He shuddered, anticipation rising.
“I want you to come for me, little human. Do it now.” Spencer’s words were definitely a command.
Spencer gave his balls a squeeze, and that did the trick. With a cry, he gripped Spencer’s biceps and came, coating the werebear’s stomach and abs with his cum. Spencer gathered his seed on his fingers and gave them a lick. He blushed, mind still in post-orgasm haze.
“Don’t go to sleep yet, little human. We still haven’t gotten to the best part yet.” Spencer rose to his feet. Henry heard the slam of a drawer somewhere, and Spencer returned with lube in hand.
“Condoms?” Spencer asked.
He shook his head. “I don’t have anything, and shifters can’t catch anything either way, right?”
Spencer raised an eyebrow. “You’ve done your research.”
Of course, he neglected to mention that his curiosity about shif
ters had piqued after deciding if he ever started dating shifters, Spencer would be first…and hopefully his last. Well, he pushed those silly thoughts aside, focusing on the gorgeous male specimen in front of him.
Spencer knelt once more, raised Henry’s legs above those broad shoulders, until his legs were slightly bent in the air. Like this, Henry was completely exposed, vulnerable. His dick twitched, already wanting another round of action.
“The next time I take you, you’ll be on your knees, begging me to fuck you.”
He gulped, tried to come up with a witty and sexy comeback. “Next time?”
Henry winced at the hope in his voice.
Spencer didn’t answer instantly. The werebear uncapped the lube and worked a generous amount into his hole and fingers. Spencer pushed one slick digit inside his puckered entrance. At his whimper, Spencer added a second and began prepping him for his access. Spencer was hung like a horse.
Could that prick really fit in him? Time they found out.
“I’m ready,” he breathed, and Spencer took out his fingers.
“Good.” Spencer rubbed at his belly and touched the little trail of bites he’d left behind on Henry’s body.
He didn’t know why a wave of pride filled him. Spencer had left those propriety souvenirs on purpose, he realized, and he wanted to be owned by such a man. At first glance, Spencer might appear rough, but there was a good heart beating under that chest. Better rough and tender than a man like Brad who was beautiful on the outside but cruel and deceptive underneath.
His past had no place in the present though.
Spencer gripped his thighs and slid his thick cock inside his ass, inch by inch, going slow and steady, which surprised him. Still, it burned and he groaned as Spencer gave his prick a squeeze.
“Breathe for me, baby. Take all of me in you. Do that and I’ll make your body sing.”
He took Spencer’s advice. Once Spencer’s cock went past his thick ring of muscles, the werebear slid all the way in, until he was balls deep inside Henry. Spencer felt like steel encased in velvet in him, stretching him wide. The burn eased a little as Spencer started to move.
The werebear pistoned in and out of him with steady strokes. He gripped Spencer close, until their chests touched, his dick pressed up against Spencer’s rock-hard abs.
“Faster,” he pleaded. “Ruin me, baby. Make sure I won’t forget.”
Because prior to this sizzling encounter, the one reason he didn’t dare date was because of some irrational fear that all the men lined up for him in the future would all end up like Brad. Never Spencer, though. Spencer was brash, blunt, upfront, and like a wild, untamed force of nature.
Spencer picked up the space, going deeper, faster with each turn. It felt like Spencer was intent on breeching his most intimate places, but he didn’t mind because he wanted to give Spencer his all.
“So good,” he whispered.
“And you’re fucking, amazingly tight,” Spencer said, pupils turning gold—with lust, certainly, but other emotions Henry couldn’t quite put a name yet. Possessiveness maybe, but there was also tenderness there. “Perfect.”
That word blew him away, because no one ever called him that. Even among his friends, he was the most normal-looking, the most mediocre, certainly not someone who turned heads. One afternoon under Spencer and he felt cherished, loved—even if for a moment.
Spencer shifted the angle of his thrusts, hitting his sweet spot. Gasping, he clawed at the carpeting, eyes wide. Spencer smiled and aimed for his prostate again, making him mewl.
“More,” Spencer said, hammering in and out of him with more passion. The werebear reduced them both to pants, moans, animal noises. He clawed at Spencer’s shoulders, but the werebear didn’t seem angry, but riled up.
Spencer took his mouth again, all rough want and need. He felt the same. His balls tightened against his body, and impossible as it seemed, his cock was close to bursting.
“God,” he whispered when Spencer released his mouth. “I’m close.”
“Don’t hold back. I like hearing you scream.” Then Spencer’s next entry pushed him over the edge. Henry cried out, balls emptying as the pressure inside him caved. The room fell away from his line of sight and his mind flew.
Spencer hammered into him several more times, before reaching climax. The werebear let out a wall-shattering roar, eyes glowing bright gold by now, before shooting his jizz inside his ass. He panted. Spencer rolled off him.
He shut his eyes, enjoying the sensation running through his entire body. “Wait a second. I need to recover.”
Spencer growled, raising the hair on his arms, and he was surprised Spencer didn’t tell him to leave instantly. The werebear tucked Henry against his huge warm body. He didn’t know what to do or say. He’d never been cuddled before. Every muscle in his body relaxed.
“This is nice,” he whispered.
His mind circled around those two words Spencer had said, the promise of a next time, but what if the werebear decided once was enough?
“You suddenly grew tense. What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”
“Not at all,” he said quickly. “It’s just, um. Would you be interested in doing this again?”
Spencer didn’t answer him immediately. Hope deflated, but Spencer hugged him tighter. “You and me, this, is dangerous for both of us, little human. This road leads nowhere, because I can’t give you what you need.”
Stung but not giving up, because he could tell Spencer was opening up to him, he turned so he looked Spencer in the eye. “You think I can’t handle one stubborn, Alpha werebear?”
“Tangling with me will only lead you to a path of despair.”
“Don’t be overdramatic.”
Spencer narrowed his eyes, and he felt like he might have taken it too far. He didn’t understand why Spencer kept referring to himself as a broken shifter, but if Spencer didn’t plan on telling him soon enough, he was going to find out himself.
“I’m not kidding around,” Spencer stated.
“Well, me neither. There’s chemistry between us, obviously.”
“What you see is what you get, nothing more.”
Blunt words, but what did he expect?
“I’m an adult, Spencer. I can handle myself. If all you want is sex from me, that’s good, too.”
“You should never settle for less.”
Spencer’s tone grew serious, his expression, distant, as if seeing something or someone Henry couldn’t.
“Then why—” he began.
“My bear wants you too much, despite knowing I couldn’t.”
“Couldn’t?”
Spencer scowled. “So many questions.”
“That’s me. You can’t blame me either. I’m curious about you.”
“Fine. I’ll tell you. It’s because I already gave my heart to another long ago.”
Chapter Five
“Oh, this is really good stuff, Henry. Where did you get the inspiration?” Dale asked, eyes shining with excitement.
With Tricia cradled in his arm, Wren peered over Dale’s shoulder to glimpse his script. Wren’s eyebrows shot up at Henry. “A human wanders accidentally into an Alpha shifter’s territory in the middle of the woods and walks in on the Alpha, half-naked?”
Sweat dripped down his back. He didn’t mind sharing everything with Wren. Wren could keep secrets. Dale, on the other hand, while he had a good heart, sometimes there was no controlling what information Dale shared.
“Well, I got the inspiration from a book I was reading,” he quickly said.
“Oh?” Wren asked. Tricia cooed in his arms and he laughed.
Henry’s mind went back to Spencer’s revelation a week ago. What did those words exactly mean? He knew shifters mated for life, except Wren had challenged that little rule by mating Cole. Was Spencer’s mate still out there, and they were living apart or something?
“Anyway, I’m done with the last songs I promised for your game’s soundtrack. I’ll send the fi
les by tonight. Wow. You’re going to release the demo this soon?”
“Well, it’s best to give out a free demo early so those interested will definitely get the full game once it’s released,” he said. He was surprised himself that that game development was going this smoothly.
“Well, I’ll definitely be downloading the demo, too. Anyhow, I got to go for an audition. Text me later, guys.” Dale slid out of the booth of their favorite diner, placed a ten on the table, and exited.
“Things seem to be going fine with your new project,” Wren ventured.
“Wren, Spencer mentioned he told you he’d deliver the desk to my place when he’s done.”
“Oh right, he did mention that.”
“Why didn’t tell me earlier?”
“From the looks of things, my decision making was sound.” Wren picked up the script and studied it. His damn best friend could be startlingly perspective. “No, excellent.”
Wren peered at him closely, and he pretended to be interested in his coffee. “A few days ago, I noticed you were wearing high-collared shirts. Were you hiding a bite mark?”
“Um.”
“Hah. I knew it.” Wren sounded smug.
“Wait. What? You knew we’d have sex?” he blurted. A couple of heads swung their direction, and he lowered his voice. “Seriously?”
“Well, you just confirmed it.”
Deciding his best friend meant well, and given it was the best sex of his life, he decided to let that one go. “Wren, Spencer says he can’t be with me, not in the way I want, because he’s broken. What does that mean?”
Wren fell silent for a couple of moments. “Sorry, I promised Cole I won’t tell anyone. Are you guys meeting again?”
“Yeah, tonight.” Spencer’s text had come out of the blue yesterday night, and he’d instantly agreed, typing yes in big caps. Maybe he might come off too strong? But there was no denying the werebear certainly left an unforgettable impression on him.
“Then let Spencer tell his own side of the story.”
“Okay.” He bit his lip. “Wren, do you think Spencer and me stand no chance of being together?”