Should have Put a Leash On It (14 page)

Dipping his head, Micah rubbed his nose against Rylan’s. He wanted to drive Rylan wild and to the edge. He’d never had sex with someone and wondered what would happen between them afterwards. He used to know—either they’d leave or he would.

But with Rylan everything was different and felt like the volume had been turned up to the max. “Kiss me.”

He laughed. “Is that an order?”

Rylan smirked and bit his nipple. “Yes, it most definitely is.”

“Ouch!”

Micah reached up to cover the wounded nip and obeyed, dropping a quick kiss on Rylan’s lips. But that evidently wasn’t what Rylan wanted as the wolf then jumped at him, wrapping his arms around him and keeping him captive for a much deeper, more passionate kiss.

Parting his lips, Micah gave Rylan complete access and moaned when Rylan’s tongue teased the tip of his own. “Mmm.”

They kissed like that until they ran out of air. Breaking apart to drag in air, Micah rubbed his erection against the hard, flat surface of Rylan’s stomach.

Rylan reached up and rummaged along one of the glass shelves. Shampoo bottles clattered to the floor, but neither of them bothered to pick them up. He was solely focused on the thick pole of Rylan’s dick that was pressing against his balls. If Micah rolled up onto his toes, then just the head of Rylan’s penis would brush against his balls.

More things fell off the shelf with a crash. “Oh, fuck. Don’t do that yet or I’ll come. Yes! I’ve found it.” Rylan brandished a nearly full bottle of waterproof lube as if it were the Holy Grail.

Micah pinned him with an arch look. All of Rylan’s stuff was in boxes in the other room. Why exactly was the lube in the shower?

Rylan had the grace to redden, his ears turning an adorable shade of pink. “I unpacked my bathroom stuff earlier. I was hoping we’d end up in the shower together sooner or later. I love shower sex.”

Instantly, his wolf rose and pushed forward. He snarled at the thought of anyone else touching Rylan. If he found them, he’d kill them and hide their body in the woods for natural predators to find. He grabbed Rylan by the back of the legs and hauled the man up. “No one. No one else. Say it.”

“No one else,” Rylan repeated obediently, smiling as if he thought Micah was being cute.

Satisfied with the promise, his wolf retreated, now that he was sure his place as Rylan’s mate wasn’t threatened. “Stop smiling.” He tried to glare but he didn’t really mean it.

The glint in Rylan’s eye should have warned him, but Micah leaned forward for a kiss anyway. Rylan gave him a chaste one on the cheek and patted his head. “Aww, the little puppy doesn’t want anyone playing with his toys.”

Ready to give as good as he got, Micah let go of Rylan’s legs, forcing the wolf to either wrap them around his waist or fall. With a yelp, Rylan chose the first option, clinging to him.

He snatched the lube from Rylan while he was distracted. He waved it in front of Rylan’s face in victory. Like this Rylan was splayed out for him, at his mercy, for Micah to do whatever he wanted. All Rylan had to do was hop down, but from the overwhelming scent of wild apples and earthiness, Rylan was liking this game as much as he was.

“Don’t you dare,” Rylan warned, displaying his teeth like an angry wolf. The threat was clear.

Micah called his bluff and popped the cap on the lube where Rylan could watch him coat two of his fingers in the translucent gel. He squirted a large helping of lube onto Rylan’s back, snickering as the wolf squealed at the cold sensation, then he threw the bottle away.

He hitched Rylan up higher with one hand on his ass and searched between Rylan’s spread cheeks for Rylan’s hole with the other.

Spreading the blob of lube around the rim with his fingers, he teasingly dipped inside for a second before continuing to massage the clenching muscle.

“You were saying?” Micah laughed.

Rylan’s eyes shut and the man dropped his head to Micah’s shoulder with a moan. “Shut up and please me.”

Seeing how far he could push the horny wolf, Micah dipped his fingers inside just enough to make Rylan stretch to take him before pulling out. “What’s the magic word?”

Rylan snapped his teeth next to his ear. “Now or I’ll bite you.”

Micah smirked, nuzzling his head into Rylan’s hair. God, he loved Rylan’s scent. “That’ll work.”

Micah withdrew his fingers and swiped them through the half bottle of lube warming on Rylan’s back. He returned his attention to Rylan’s entrance and made sure the man was nice and stretched and slick.

At over nine inches long and wide enough that most people couldn’t fit him in their mouth comfortably, Micah had been stunned when Rylan swallowed him down. Rylan would need four fingers and a lot of lube for this to be comfortable

He got two fingers in almost right away, sensing that Rylan liked the burn as well. As a reward Rylan licked his neck, right over the marks he’d left earlier. Micah’s knees almost buckled at the zing

“If you don’t want to end up on the floor, I suggest you stop that,” he said, perilously close to going down. The pleasure from Rylan licking his mating scar was almost too intense.

Rylan licked him once more and he whimpered. “Please.”

Thankful Rylan stopped and instead started to grind his erection into Micah’s stomach. “Hurry.”

Taking Rylan at his word, Micah eased a third finger in beside his other two. He pushed them in and out, loving the little sounds Rylan made when he fucked him with his fingers.

“Give me more,” Rylan demanded, gasping and clutching at his shoulders.

Micah nipped Rylan’s neck and gave him more, carefully removing his fingers, adding more lube and returning to press four fingers slowly inside. Now he’d been on the receiving end, Micah had learned a few tricks and when he twisted his fingers just a little and rubbed the bump hidden inside, Rylan startled like a jackrabbit.

He braced his feet to keep his balance as Rylan clawed his back and resisted the urge to torture Rylan until the wolf was a puddle of sexual satisfaction. That, he would save for another day when he was sure Rylan was totally healed.

“Easy, now.” He could almost imagine how badly Rylan would beat his ass if he dropped him.

Rylan latched onto his ear, sucking the fleshy lobe.

“Oh, damn.” Micah’s eyes crossed. Who knew ears were a hot spot?

“I’m not fragile. Don’t treat me like I’m weak.” All good intentions left him when Rylan clawed down his back and growled softly, a sound to remind Micah he was a wolf through and through.

He pulled out his fingers, he scraped up the rest of the lube and reached between them to liberally coat his throbbing cock. God, he was so hard. His balls were already tight against his body and Micah seriously worried he wasn’t going to last much longer once he got inside Rylan.

He lifted Rylan and twisted his hips so he was in position, holding Rylan aloft above his shaft. Rylan planted his hands on Micah’s shoulders and kept himself steady while Micah let go with one hand and held his cock in place with the leaking tip pressing against Rylan’s hole.

Ever so slowly, he lowered Rylan onto his dick. Rylan’s own cock was heavy and hot, dragging between his pectoral muscles. They both gasped when the very tip pressed inside. Their gazes melded, unbreakable and unwavering.

Micah stopped, breathing hard and sweat beading on his brow with the struggle to go slow and not take Rylan like an animal. “This okay?”

“Uh-humm.” Rylan licked his lips.

Squeezing Rylan’s ass cheek in response, Micah tried to summon the strength to go slowly. He let go of himself and twined his hand into Rylan’s chocolate hair, bringing their faces close enough that when Rylan looked down at him, he could see the glowing ring of amber in Rylan’s eyes. He knew his eyes must look like that too because his wolf was so close.

Rylan’s knees came up to grip his sides and together they allowed Micah to go deeper and deeper until Micah was all the way inside and he could rest his forehead against Rylan’s.

He kept a strong hold of Rylan and tilted his hips forward and back in tiny thrusts, all the while keeping their gazes locked.

Micah lifted Rylan up until he nearly came free of the glorious heat and Rylan gasped and stayed open-mouthed in a silent scream as Micah slammed them back together. His control snapped and Micah pounded into Rylan as the other male clutched at him and roared for more.

It didn’t take more than a few powerful plunges for them both to be close to the mark. He could tell by the way Rylan cried out and by how Rylan clenched down on him. All he needed was that little push to send Rylan crashing over. And he wouldn’t be far behind.

Closing his hand into a fist in Rylan’s hair, he tipped the man’s head back so he had free access to his throat. His teeth ached with the need to bite down and finally claim Rylan as his as he continued to pump into Rylan as if his life depended on it. From the way his heart beat in sync to Rylan’s, he wasn’t sure it didn’t.

Somehow he managed to resist.

“Oh!”

Rylan screamed out Micah’s name as his hot release bathed his chest and stomach. Micah kept driving the rhythm, pushing Rylan back against the shower wall to get a better purchase. Water cascaded down his face until he could only see a blurred outline of Rylan, head thrown back in ecstasy. It was a miracle the water from the shower streaming down on them was still running hot.

He thrust forward one last time and grunted as he succumbed to the power of his own pleasure. As if some sadistic presence was watching, the shower, at that precise moment changed from raining lovely hot water down on them to pelting them with ice water that must have come straight from the arctic.

Micah shrieked and almost lost his footing. Rylan yelped and started struggling to get down, bouncing on Micah’s sensitive but still hard cock. “Oh, God please stop moving.”

Rylan calmed and Micah pulled out with a groan. They looked at each other and Rylan broke first, bursting out into belly laughter that echoed around the tiled bathroom.

Back in bed Micah was barely awake. They’d stumbled in here after they’d managed to stop laughing and rinse off in the ice water. His cock had all but crawled up into his body at the shock. Rylan, of course, had found his abhorrence to cold showers thoroughly amusing.

Rylan traced patterns on his chest with a finger. “Can I ask you something?”

“Go for it. I’m about as relaxed as I can get without being in a coma so it’s a pretty safe bet I won’t get defensive.” Micah lay back against the pillows and drew Rylan closer to him.

“Did you mean it, what you said before—that you could love me—or were you just playing the part?”

Micah didn’t have to ask what Rylan was talking about. He’d been thinking about it since he said it. Well, when his mind hadn’t been otherwise occupied.

Micah closed his eyes and hoped this wasn’t going to break the temporary peace between them. “I meant it. I’m not going to lie. I’ve slept around. But I’ve never had a relationship and I don’t play with people’s feelings. I won’t play with yours either, Rylan, and I hope you won’t play with mine either.”

Rylan slapped his chest and pushed up. A moment later Rylan was straddling his hips. “Not good enough, Micah. Say what you mean.”

“Why? You know what I mean and you’ve already claimed me.” Micah didn’t see why this was so difficult. Talking had never been something that boded well for him and Rylan. It led to shouting and more often than not, drinking or running as a wolf. A drunk wolf galloping about the place was blackmail material for years if his brothers caught him.

“Because you can’t expect me to be the only one with something on the line. I’ll go first. I like you and want to date you, as long as you don’t turn back into a massive weenie.” The way Rylan said it made him smile. Rylan had never been one to mince words.

Taking a deep breath, he held up his side.

“Fine. I want to have a proper mating. I want love. So dating sounds good...unless you turn back into a prickly porcupine of insults and crappy one liners.” He couldn’t resist adding the last bit and Rylan was clearly expecting him to come up with something because the shifter grinned and settled back beside him.

Rylan petted him like a well behaved puppy who’d just learned a new trick. “Good beta.” They settled down for a nap, Rylan lying half on top of him with a possessive arm and leg draped over him.

Micah rolled his eyes. “Shouldn’t the dating part come before the mating?”

Rylan shrugged, but didn’t seem otherwise bothered. “When the hell has anyone done anything normal in this family?”

Micah was up, out of bed and in a fighting stance, ready to shift on a second’s notice when he woke with the knowledge that someone else besides Rylan was in the room.

He stayed unmoving in the dark room, as the blackout curtains did a great job of blocking out all the light. It gave Micah a lot of cover in which to hide until the intruder came closer. He was running on pure instinct. He wasn’t even breathing in case the sound alerted the interloper to the fact Micah wasn’t in the bed with Rylan.

Not that the intruder would ever get close to Rylan. Micah would kill him or her first.

Micah waited until whoever it was turned toward the bed, then struck. He grabbed the person he now recognized as a familiar male wolf shifter from behind, by the throat, anchoring one hand underneath the man’s chin and clamping the other on the back of the man’s head on the opposite side. The move should make it clear he could snap his neck if he even breathed wrong. There was a reason Micah had held his positon as a beta since maturity and won every single one of his challenges and rank fights.

Every. Single. One.

“Hey, don’t choke me out like you did Hunter, okay. The only reason I’m here is because I chose paper and the others did scissors.” Mars struggled for a second before going limp. The shifter held his hands up in a universal gesture of surrender.

“Sorry, didn’t scent you. My wolf just saw you as a threat to our mate.” Micah let go, but made sure to keep himself between Mars and Rylan.

At least he was until Rylan jumped out of the bed and wrenched the curtains open, flooding the room with daylight.