Riley's Downfall [Brac Pack 29] (6 page)

Sterling jumped.
“Easy, hon. I can go as slow as you need me to.”
“It’s cold.”
Riley set the bottle aside and ran a hand over one firm mound. “Give me your hand.”
Sterling reached back and Riley curled his fingers around Sterling’s wrist, guiding the man’s fingers toward his small puckered hole. The angle was no good.
“Straddle my legs,” Riley instructed as he lowered his bent leg and watched as Sterling climbed over them.
Oh hell.
The man’s hole was right there in front of Riley. He had an urge to lick the man silly, but he wanted to watch Sterling stretch himself even more.
Riley took Sterling’s wrist and guided it back to his ass once more, brushing Sterling’s fingers over the quivering ring. “Do you feel that?”
“Y–Yes.”
Riley curled Sterling’s fingers in, leaving only one still standing out, and then pressed it into Sterling’s body until the finger slid past the band of muscles and sank all the way in. He released his mate’s hand.
“I think you know what to do from here.” He sat back, palming his cock once more as he watched Sterling’s finger slide back out and then glide back in. Riley grabbed the base of his cock. It was throbbing so badly that he was afraid he was going to come on the spot from the erotic sight.
Sterling stretched himself stiffly, as if it were a chore more than something sensual. Riley reached a hand up and traced his mate’s fingers, pushing Sterling’s fingers in every other stroke. Riley uncurled Sterling’s fist, and helped his mate slide another inside.
“Does it feel good, baby?” Riley asked.“Because it sure as hell looks good from back here.”
His mate groaned as he dropped his head. “You’re going to drive me crazy, Riley.”
Riley slowly stroked his cock, watching how the skin stretched for his mate’s fingers. He couldn’t stand it any longer. The sight of Sterling’s ass sucking his fingers in was too much. Riley scooted down the bed until he was under the man and then took Sterling’s cock into his mouth, feeding his dick to Sterling. He grabbed Sterling’s hips, rocking the man up and down, feeding his mate’s shaft to himself.
Sterling whimpered, sucking at Riley’s cock, his tongue caressing the sensitive flesh. Riley used one hand to push his fingers in alongside Sterling’s, wanting the man stretched completely before he fucked and claimed his mate. The tension in Sterling’s body was gone. He was riding Riley’s cock with his moist mouth aggressively, plunging down on every downstroke.
His bear was anxious to break free, anxious for Riley to claim Sterling, but Riley kept him at bay. The pressure in his balls was mounting, and a hunger was unleashing inside of him at an unbelievable rate of speed. He wanted to consume this man, to stake his claim and let the world know that Sterling Lagrange belonged to Riley Lakeland and anyone dumb enough to fuck with his mate would pay the ultimate price.
The possessiveness was all-consuming, the need to bite was mounting, and the pleasure inside of him was growing to a fevered pitch.
Riley released Sterling’s cock with a growl, pulling his mate off of him and dropping the man to his knees. “I’m going to fuck you so hard and so fast, baby,” he snarled right before he plunged his cock deep inside his mate.
Sterling hissed and then shouted as he spread his legs wider. Riley gripped Sterling’s hips and then exhaled a long breath. He had to slow down. He couldn’t take Sterling this way. Not their first time together.
Maybe the next.
Riley tucked his hands behind his back, reining in the out-ofcontrol freight train that was barreling full speed ahead. He had to use patience, control, and care. “Fuck me, Sterling,” he commanded as he watched his cock slip in and out of his mate’s ass. It took every scrap of control Riley possessed not to thrust, but he managed to remain statue-still.
But that didn’t mean he had to remain quiet.
“You like fucking my cock, Sterling? Do you like feeling this thick piece of flesh splitting you in half?”
Sterling moaned as he rocked back onto Riley’s cock harder and faster.
“Answer me, hon.”
“Yes.”
Riley’s eyes flickered up to his mate’s head to see that it was rolling on his shoulders, and then his eyes were pulled back down to Sterling’s puckered ass like a magnet.
“I like it.”
“You like what, Sterling?”
Sterling lowered his shoulders to the bed, wiggling his ass around. “I like your fat cock in my ass. Fuck me, Riley. Please…god, fuck me.”
Riley placed one hand flat between Sterling’s shoulder blades and the other on the small of his mate’s back. He thrust into Sterling with a little more strength than he had meant to as he watched Sterling bounce forward. “Is this what you want, baby?”
“More,” Sterling cried out. “I want more.”
Riley’s canines descended as he pistoned into Sterling’s body. He was claiming his mate, and the pleasure was mounting higher. “Fuck, Sterling. I don’t ever want to leave this ass.”
Sterling cried out as his band of muscles began to milk Riley’s cock, his mate’s orgasm pushing Riley closer to his. He stilled, the muscle pulsing too tightly for Riley to move properly. Once Sterling shuddered, Riley let loose. He placed his hands on the wall in front of him and fucked Sterling so hard that his mate was sliding up the bed until Sterling had to grab the wall or knock his head into it.
“This ass is mine, Sterling. You are mine!” Riley wasn’t sure where the words were coming from, but they were falling freely from his lips as he slammed into Sterling so fast that he just knew the man was going to go through the wall. “If you flirt again, I’ll spank this ass until it’s rosy red. No one gets inside this ass but me.”
“No one!” Sterling howled as Riley gave one more good thrust before he bit into Sterling’s shoulder and came at the same time. The spurts of cum seemed never-ending. They went on and on as Riley ground his cock into Sterling’s ass.
He finally had the right frame of mind to release his mate’s shoulder, but Riley knew it would be a moment before the swelling in his cock eased enough for him to slip out of Sterling’s ass.
“Damn, I didn’t get to ride you.” Sterling panted out the words.
Riley licked at the wound, one arm coming away from the wall as he circled it around his mate’s waist. “Give me a second to recoup my strength and you’ll have your chance.”
Sterling chuckled as Riley slowly lowered his mate, careful that they were stilled joined together.
“I don’t know what it is that has you stuck inside of me, but I
love
it.”
Riley sure as shit hoped so, because he planned on staying“stuck” inside his mate every damn chance he had.
Maybe being mated to the peculiar fella wasn’t going to be so bad.

“ Hold still, Bacon,” Sterling said as he struggled to harness the pig. “You may not like having a harness on, but trust me, fella, around here, it’s for the best. I don’t need you running off and getting eaten.”

“ Where did you get that?” Riley asked as he sat on the side of the low-lying bed and tied his boots up. Sterling was still a little amazed that Riley had changed sides so quickly. The man was acting if they were a mated couple who were comfortable around each other, which was odd considering the man had been surly as hell just yesterday. After all these weeks of chasing after the bear, Riley had just come to an abrupt halt and accepted Sterling.

Sterling swore the man would never stop completely and utterly confusing him.
“What, the harness?” he asked.“Iam gave it to me. Although I still don’t trust him. He was eyeing Bacon pretty heavily this morning. I would swear the man was licking his lips.”
Riley waved his hand at Sterling. “Bring him here and let me see if I can adjust the harness.”
Sterling was a bit surprised Riley wanted to help with Bacon. The man had told Sterling more than once that the pig was a farm animal and should be left outside. He thought Riley was going to have a fit this morning when Bacon woke up and then struggled to get into bed. Sterling had taken mercy on the pig and pulled him up and tucked him in between them.
But Riley hadn’t said a word.
Not even when Bacon had tried to feed from Riley’s nipple. Now that had been funny as hell, only Riley hadn’t laughed. But he hadn’t snapped at Bacon either. Maybe the bear was really trying to change. Sterling hoped so. He liked this new Riley.
Sterling scooped Bacon up and handed him over to his mate.
He secretly smiled whenever he thought of that word. Gods, Riley had mated him. Sterling still couldn’t believe it had happened. Especially the sex. His bottom was still achy as hell, but he wouldn’t change last night for all the world.
“Uh, Sterling…” Riley picked Bacon up, lifted the pig high in the air, and glanced under the belly.
“What!” Sterling said in a panic. “What’s wrong with my pig?”
Riley turned Bacon over and then chuckled. Sterling loved Riley’s laugh. It was deep, sensuous, and made Sterling sigh every time he heard it. He hadn’t heard it often, but when he did, his cock always jerked in his pants.
“Nothing, hon. But Bacon is a girl.”
“Are you sure?” Sterling asked as he looked over Riley’s arm.
“I’m sure, Sterling. She’s missing the vital parts that would make her a boy.”
“Well, damn,” Sterling said as he sat down next to Riley and watched his mate tie the intricate knots to hold Bacon’s harness.
“Disappointed? We could always trade her for a boy when we get home.”
Home
. Sterling loved the sound of that single word. “No,” he replied. “It just means that I’ll have to be extra careful with her. Girls are very delicate.”
Riley finished the knot and handed Bacon off to Sterling. “Just keep her away from Iam.”
“If he comes near her, I’ll…I’ll toss him over the pit and roast him!” Sterling was not about to let anyone eat his little girl for breakfast…or lunch, or dinner for that matter. “He’s barbaric and evil. Only evil men would want to eat a baby pig. I swear, I’ll kick him in the shin again if he even thinks about trying.”
“Calm down, Sterling. No one is going to eat Bacon.” Riley glanced at Sterling and then laughed. “Not your Bacon, at least.”
Sterling swatted Riley on the shoulder and glared at his mate before taking Bacon outside for her morning walk. He had to find some milk for her. She was just a baby and needed her nutrients. The supply he had brought with him was almost gone. He had found a feeding bottle in the barn before they left the ranch, and then stored some milk in a jar and shoved it in his bag. But the jar was almost empty.
“Excuse me,” Sterling asked the first elven man he spotted.“Do you perhaps know where I might find some piggy milk?”
“
Piggy
milk?” the man asked, looking at Sterling as if he were daft. “I’m not even sure I’ve ever heard of that. But there is a sow in a pen past the outhouses. You can leave the piglet with the sow if you want to fatten him up.”
What was with everyone trying to eat Bacon? Sterling wasn’t sure if he should yell at the man or just ignore him. It didn’t seem to do any good when he had a holy cow fit. So he chose to ignore the man and head toward the pen.
Maybe the mama pig would let Bacon have some milk straight from the source. The piglet had been a little ornery eating this morning, and Sterling knew it was because the milk he had brought along with him wasn’t warm.
If the sow let Bacon nurse, his little girl would be in heaven.
“Sterling, right?”
Sterling stopped in midstride and turned to see Chey walking up behind him. He switched the rope to his other hand and stuck out his right to shake Chey’s. “Yep, and from my eavesdropping, I take it that you are Chey.”
The man studied Sterling’s hand for a moment but didn’t shake it. Instead he smiled politely and nodded. “I’m Chey. I’m sorry, Sterling, but I don’t touch people. I have a gift and a curse and I wouldn’t want to…set you back.”
They exchanged a polite, simultaneous smile.
Yeah, okay. This guy wasn’t strange in the least. “I was heading over to the pigpen. Do you want to come with me? Bacon needs to eat.”
“Did you just call your pig Bacon?” An arched eyebrow indicated his amused surprise. Sterling was getting really tired of people making fun of his piglet’s name. What the hell was wrong with Bacon? It was adorable. He didn’t think anything was wrong with naming his pig Bacon, but it seemed everyone else had a different opinion. Sterling just wished he knew why everyone looked so dang surprised when he said his piglet’s name.
“I did,” Sterling grumbled as he walked away, heading for Bacon’s breakfast. He didn’t like people making fun of his pig.
“I wasn’t trying to offend you,” Chey said as he caught up with Sterling. “It’s just an odd name for a pig.”
“Why?” Sterling asked.“I don’t get why everyone gives me shocked looks when I tell them my pet’s name. What was I supposed to name her, Fido?”
Chey chuckled, shaking his head and waving for Sterling to lead the way. “No, Bacon is a fine name for the little pig.”
Sterling spotted the pen and was amazed that there was only the mother and her four little pigs. From the way the elven men acted, there should have been a whole pen full of them. He scooped Bacon up and pushed through the bottom rung of the wooden fence, going right into the muddy pen.
Ew
, the place was a mess. Why on earth would anyone let pigs lay in a muddy pen?
“Are you sure you should be in there? Don’t mother animals get cranky when people go near their babies?” Chey asked, placing his hands on the top of the small wooden fence.
“Nah, she’s fine.” Sterling walked over and knelt down in front of the mama pig, holding Bacon out for her to sniff. When she didn’t protest, Sterling sat Bacon down and nudged her on the bottom toward a nipple. “Eat your breakfast, Bacon.”
Bacon ambled up to the mother, sniffed, and then began to eat like she had been starving for days, making the cutest little grunting noises.
“Wow. You’re good with animals,” Chey commented as he stuck his foot on the last rung, resting his chin on his hands, offering Sterling a bemused smile. “Aren’t you a little afraid?”
Sterling gave a shrug of his shoulders. “Not really. It’s just a pig.”
Bacon backed up and bounced toward Sterling, happiness in her steps. “Did you get a full belly, girl?” He scooped her up and leaned down, shoving himself between the wood and stepping out on the other side. “Thank you,” he said to the mama pig before glancing back over at Chey.
His and Chey’s heads snapped around at the same time when they heard a truck pulling into the village. “There sure are a lot of people showing up lately,” Sterling said as he watched Riley walk quickly from their hut.
He glanced around until he spotted Sterling and then pointed at Sterling to stay put. Even from this distance Sterling could see the clench in Riley’s jaw and the seriousness in his grey eyes. Sterling saluted Riley. His mate shook his head, the tips of his mouth curving up slightly before he turned and walked toward their visitor.
Riley was unaware of the captivating picture he made when he smiled. It had been a small smile, barely there, but it was there. Sterling would get the stick out of the man’s ass yet. He wanted to see the tentative smile turn into a full-blown one. The man had only smiled a handful of times, and he was simply stunning when he showed teeth. It always made Sterling’s cock hard as he turned into a babbling idiot.
“Is it me or is Riley a little intense?” Chey asked as he stood next to Sterling.
“He’s intense,” Sterling answered as he watched Bryce climb from the truck. All was well in Riley’s kingdom. It was only Riley’s brother. The most damage that bear could do was make someone want to strangle him. Bryce was always smiling, always laughing. Sterling liked him. Bryce was fun to be around. Sterling liked all of Riley’s brothers. The twins were hilarious and seemed to always get into trouble with Pa. Now those two bears knew how to have a good time. Maybe Sterling could have them teach Riley how to relax and laugh. The man was way too serious most of the time. The perpetual scowl on Riley’s face wasn’t doing the bear any justice.
“Well, that’s Riley’s brother. I’ll catch up with you later.” Sterling clapped Chey on the shoulder.
“God, no!” Chey shouted as he backed away, his brown eyes filled with horror. “Please don’t tell me you have something awful in your past that you don’t want to relive.”
Sterling cocked his head, wondering what in the hell was wrong with the strange man.“Uh…I once ran over a frog in midleap when I was driving. I felt like crap for days.”
Chey blinked at him, and then a smile formed on his lips. “I like you, Sterling.”
“Aw, shucks, thanks,” he teased Chey before jogging over to where Riley and Bryce were standing.
Bryce and Riley were talking with each other until Sterling neared them. “Hey, Sterling, my man. Pa wanted me to bring you some milk for your pig.” Bryce reached into the front seat of his truck and pulled out a knapsack. “He was worried that Bacon wouldn’t find anything to eat.”
Riley’s eyes widened, and then a faint
yeah right
look flashed in their grey depths. “You’re telling me Pa was worried about a pig?”
Bryce winked at Riley and then handed the knapsack over to Sterling. “Find somewhere to store the milk so it doesn’t spoil.”
Sterling wasn’t stupid. He knew Bryce had come here for other reasons than milk. He took the sack and wandered off, trying to figure out where in this village he could store milk. It wasn’t like they had a refrigerator or cooler.
He knew Bryce wanted to talk to Riley in private, so Sterling made himself scarce.