Hidden Passions (3 page)

"I think--" The tiger's Adam's apple jerked as he swallowed. "I think we have mutual interests we could . . . see to together."

Tony's underarms prickled. "You're gay?"

"I'm not out," Chris said hastily. "I can't afford to have people know. My men . . ."

Chris was more imposing than Tony. Older too--to go by his vibe. Even so, Tony abruptly stopped feeling like his junior. "I understand. Shifters can be terrible homophobes. You can trust me not to give you away."

He put his hand on Chris's upper arm. Though the man wasn't flexing, his bicep was hard as steel under the short sleeve of his navy RFD T-shirt. The tiger's self-control broke a bit at the touch. He glanced down Tony's body and licked his lips.

Seeing the flush that crawled up his cheeks made Tony so-not-sorry for giant boner he was sporting.

"Would you . . . want to do it here?" the tiger asked hoarsely.

Tony's grin split his face. "On the kitchen floor, if you want."

Chris laughed, a hint of relief in it. "I
might
last long enough to get you to a bed."

"We'd have to change Nate's sheets after. He really is a neat freak."

Chris let out an extremely sexy growl, took Tony's face in his hands, and slid his tongue deep into his mouth. Every nerve in Tony's body immediately shot off fireworks. He gripped the tiger's muscled back and dove in, sucking, licking, not caring that his canines lengthened right away or that his moan of desire sounded like a dying calf. He'd never kissed a man before. Knowing he was gay was something Tony's body told him without real world experience. He saw he'd underestimated how powerful giving in to his preference was.

Kissing Chris was birthdays and steak and howling at the moon all rolled into one.

Tony guessed the other man didn't mind his enthusiasm. His fangs slid out to clash with Tony's. The cat was grinding their hips together, rubbing and undulating like a stripper. His erection was as thick and solid as Tony's. Tony found this so exciting it took some doing not to come in his underwear.

After a couple insanely nice minutes, Chris broke off and looked at him. To Tony's pleasure, he was panting.

"Don't stop," Tony couldn't help pleading.

Chris's tigerish eyes glowed with pleasure. "You in a hurry?" he teased.

"You're the first man I've kissed."

Chris's hands had been sliding sexily up and down Tony's back. They stopped at his confession. "You're kidding me."

Tony shook his head.

"So you never . . . You never fucked a man? You've never been fucked by one?"

"Please don't tell me this means you'll stop."

Chris blinked, his perplexity obvious. "I'm not planning to stop. I just-- I've never been with someone who hasn't done this before."

"I'm pretty sure I don't need flowers."

Chris blinked again and then laughed. "Lube," he said firmly.

Maybe it was strange, but the word made Tony shudder with arousal. "I think . . . Nate . . . probably has some in his bathroom."

Chris's eyebrows went up, but he didn't ask how he knew. He gestured Tony on with one arm. "Lead the way, wolf boy."

This wasn't easy, despite the path being open and free of walls. Twice, Tony nearly lost his footing on Nate's dark floorboards. His crazily surging hormones were running riot through his muscles.

His klutziness seemed to amuse Chris.

"It's all right," he said, catching Tony's elbow the second time. "Once you've done this, you'll see it isn't hard."

"Oh it's hard," Tony joked. "And having a third leg is not helping my balance."

He meant to grin at the tiger over his shoulder. Instead, he tripped on an area rug. This time Chris wasn't quick enough to save him.

"Shit," he laughed, helping him off his knees.

His firm hold made Tony want to melt all over him. Seeing this, Chris's eyes went completely tiger, his irises flaring with golden light. "Don't make me kiss you before we get what we need."

"We're here," Tony panted, feeling ridiculous at being this overcome. He tipped his head toward the bathroom door.

Chris swung it open and went inside. Nate's bath was clean and modern: white subway tile, nickel fixtures, and a square glass-walled shower. Chris searched the medicine cabinet, came up empty, then rummaged in the chest where Nate stored the stuff he didn't want on display.

"Got it," the tiger said, sending a little jar spinning in the air before catching it neatly.

The coordination required for the simple act sparked a zing within Tony's groin. The response was like taking a tiger's measure out in the wild--as if Chris were demonstrating to Tony's beast that his reflexes were healthy. Of course, part of the energy Tony felt was nervous.

They were going to do this.

"Oh God," he murmured beneath his breath.

His companion grinned at him. "Should I promise to be gentle?"

"Um," Tony said, his knees turned to jelly with desire. "Maybe?"

Chris's fangs glinted. "I want you in a bed. I'll wash the damn sheets myself."

Shit
, Tony thought, inwardly delighted at the assertive mojo the other man threw off. "Okay," he said, beginning to back toward the nearby corner where Nate's sleeping platform was.

Chris prowled forward at the same pace Tony was retreating. Tony panted harder, and the other man's tigerish grin broadened. Three strides in, Chris peeled his T-shirt over his head. Muscles moved impressively in his arms and chest, and then the shirt was gone.

Tony lost his breath at the athletic upper body Chris had revealed.

"Wow," he said, taking in the tiger's ripped pecs and abs. Like Tony, he was smooth-skinned and tan all over, his ribs and diaphragm going in and out. Sweat glittered like diamonds on his belly.

His erection was a massive ridge pushing out his jeans, leaving Tony in no doubt of his interest.

"You're a monster," he breathed admiringly.

He glanced up in time to watch a shadow flick across Chris's eyes. The darkness vanished a microsecond later, making Tony question if he'd seen it.

"I won't hurt you," Chris said. "You haven't chosen wrong."

Tony hadn't thought he had. Truthfully, he wasn't
always
right about people, but he was pretty good. "Neither have you," he assured, wondering what had darkened the other's mood.

Whatever it was, Chris shook it off. "Good," he said and undid the top button of his strained jeans.

Tony caught his lower lip under his canines.

"Strip," Chris ordered, letting Tony feel his authority.

Happy to obey, Tony pulled off his pink polo shirt, the one he'd worn to get his slightly conservative older brother's goat. Rick loved him, but he preferred Tony's gayness not to be obvious. As his chest appeared, Chris's handsome features flushed gratifyingly. Though Tony wasn't as big as Chris, he knew he had a good body. He posed so the other could admire it.

"Vamp," the tiger accused good-humoredly.

Tony's feet were already bare. He unbuttoned and unzipped his chinos. Preferring not to fall on his ass again, he pushed them carefully down his legs. His boxer briefs were black, their soft Y-front tented by his cock. Tony liked his underwear to fit snugly. To go by the way Chris's gaze dropped and lingered, the stretchy cotton outlined what he had on offer.

"Very nice," he complimented, his glowing eyes rising. "You can leave those on for me to take care of."

"I see you're the bossy type," Tony joked.

Chris stepped up to him. Their chests weren't quite touching but almost. Against his will, his wolf saw this as a threat. Tony took one step back and his calves hit the low mattress. The tiger raised his brows knowingly.

"I
am
your superior," he pointed out.

"Rank-wise," Tony clarified, excited by the other's size and closeness but trying not to yield too much advantage.

With a half-smile Tony thought might be smug, Chris tossed the jar of lube onto the bed. He put his big hands on the bare skin of Tony's waist. The length and hardness of his fingers were shiver inducing. Chris leaned closer.

"Experience-wise too," he whispered hotly in Tony's ear.

Before Tony could make a smart retort, Chris's fangs lightly nipped his earlobe. Thrills streaked helplessly through Tony's nerves. When it came to sex, wolves loved biting, licking, and claw-play. Apparently, big cats were game as well.

Realization rolled happily through him. "I don't have to hold back with you, do I?"

"Not even a little," Chris promised.

The bigger man pushed his chest, just once and not hard. The gentle shove sat Tony on the mattress edge. From there, the tiger's trouser bulge filled his vision--his whole world, it felt like. His undone waist button gapped, the jeans slung low enough to reveal the clouded edge of his pubic hair. Tony didn't know if he was supposed to wait for an invitation, but he couldn't resist feathering his fingertips across the curls.

The tiger sucked in a breath. The ridge behind his stretched zipper was prominent, the swell of his heavy testicles obvious. Tony inhaled, smelled the man's slightly alien feline musk, and every hair on his arms stood up.

Inside his snug black Calvin's, his cock jolted so long it hurt.

He looked up Chris's body to find the man looking down at him. Seen from that angle, the tiger towered as tall as Titan.

"You ever suck a man?" he asked gruffly.

Tony shook his head.

"You want to?"

"Yes," Tony confirmed. "Like I'll die if you don't let me."

The tiger smiled. "No need for it to come to that."

He took hold of his zipper's tab, dragging it carefully down the contours of his erection. His briefs were white, an appealing contrast to his tanned skin.

"Take out my cock," he said.

Tony's blood surged hotly. "You going to tell me everything you want?"

"Why not?" Chris said. "You seem to be enjoying it."

This was true, but Tony still wagged his head. With fingers that shook a little, he spread Chris's jeans wider. Chris let out a grunt as Tony edged both hands into his underwear.

Glancing up, he saw the other man's eyes had closed in anticipation. Liking that, Tony drew his hard-on out of the soft cotton.

That was a heady treat. Everything Tony touched made his hands tingle. Chris's cock was hot. And smooth. And long enough to give Tony's thumbs a lot of territory to work over.

"Mm," Chris hummed, his hips rocking into the pressure.

With a sense of revelation, Tony dragged his cheek up one side of his hard-on, over the top, and then down the other. Beneath the brush of his lips, Chris's pulse raced faster.

"Don't try to be a porn star," he advised breathlessly. "Just suck what feels comfortable."

"I'll do what I want," Tony contradicted, his entire being zeroed in on what he held. "You worry about yourself."

He dragged the flat of his tongue up Chris's underside.

"God," Chris breathed.

Tony went down on him.

His lips and tongue immediately fell in love. Chris was big, but Tony was blessed with resilient shifter reflexes. This much silky smoothness deserved to be sucked and savored without limit. The curve of Chris's knob against his palate made Tony's mouth water. He took it to the edge of his throat, pulling with his cheeks even as he laved everything in reach. His canines bracketed the shaft but didn't cut either side. The hint of danger seemed to increase Chris's excitement. The tiger moaned, and sweetness washed across his taste buds.

Chris's slit must be welling with arousal.

Tony drew up and went down again, moaning himself with rich pleasure. His spine felt loose, his jaw as relaxed as if someone had shot him with a tranq. Chris's movements were equally languorous. His big hands tangled in Tony's hair, fingers kneading his scalp as his hips gently pushed deeper.

"God, that's good," he groaned, fucking Tony's mouth in slow motion.

Tony found Chris's ball sac and wrapped his palms around it. When he tightened the careful hold, he got more of a response than he intended.

"Shit," Chris hissed. "Pull off. I don't want to come like this."

Tony didn't want to stop, but he dragged his mouth up until it popped off him. He looked up Chris's heaving chest. "I wouldn't mind if you came," he said throatily. "Giving you head is exciting."

Chris's eyes opened, hot gold locking onto Tony's softer green. "
You're
exciting. I want to give you a first time you won't forget."

For a second, Tony completely lost his breath. This man was too much--too sexy, too big and gorgeous, too freaking perfect to be true. He'd had plenty of fantasies about this moment, but none were as good as Chris's reality. He wasn't sure he could speak until he did. "Tell me what to do. I want you to remember too."

Chris's hands still clasped Tony's head. He seemed dazzled, but even as Tony registered this, his expression re-focused. His fingers combed through Tony's dark wavy hair. The soothing stroke ended with a tug firm enough to provoke a jolt of adrenaline.

"Kneel down," the tiger said, not barking the order but self-assured. "Turn around and lay your chest on the bed."

The position stuck Tony's ass in the air. He felt odd about that--self-conscious but excited. Men took each other from the position, buggered each other was the term. Going to his knees behind him, Chris massaged Tony's butt cheeks with strong squeezes. God, that felt good. The barrier of Tony's briefs seemed to help him adjust to the sensation of male fingers. He hoped Chris didn't expect him to last long. He was so cranked up he could have come if he
thought
too hard about Chris's cock.

Chris nudged his knees apart, yet another thrill Tony didn't need. Slowly, gently, Chris pulled the black underwear down his thighs. He stopped dragging when he reached his knees. Tony's legs were probably spread enough, but they were also trapped. Chris's hands returned to his naked rear.

Tony clenched as the cat's palms stroked him.

"This is one fine ass," Chris praised, testing the hard muscles. "I'm going to enjoy fucking it."

Tony moaned, unable to keep the sound inside. Chris bent around him to lick and nip his nape. The sharp little bite felt incredible. Tony shivered, instincts jumping into action that he had absolutely no practice controlling. He wanted to beg Chris to take him, wanted to grovel and whine as he'd never done in his life. This, he thought, was what being submissive meant. This was why he'd never complained about being the pack's last man.