Should have Put a Leash On It (22 page)

Micah hoped this dream would never end. He was in a soft, comfy bed with the scent of wild apples curling around him like a blanket. There was a delicious wet, heat surrounding his cock.

Blinking fully awake, he lifted the bed covers and saw Rylan looking up at him with mischief sparkling in his eyes.

“Oh, man,” he moaned, lifting his hips as Rylan swallowed and his throat contracted around him. The strong suction forced keening noises from him.

Rylan released his erection with a pop and slowly climbed up him. Rylan’s eyes never left his and Micah got the distinct impressions that he was being stalked. Prey was not a familiar position for him, but hell if he didn’t want to see what Rylan would do if Micah let the wolf catch him.

By the time Rylan got face to face with him and straddled his waist, Micah’s breathing was shallow and fast and his heart raced.

Licking his dry lips, Micah placed his hands on Rylan’s thighs and massaged the strong muscles beneath the surface. “What are you doing?”

“Thanking you for saving me. Celebrating that we’re both still alive. Consummating our mating now you’ve claimed me and I’m not a zombie. Take...your...pick.” Between each word Rylan licked a strip of skin on his chest.

Micah drew in a sharp breath. “All three please?”

His usual confidence was shattered by how intense every small touch between them was. When Rylan had claimed him the first time, every little feeling was magnified. But now even just the touch of Rylan’s tongue to his chest had him struggling to maintain control and resist the urge to flip them and pound into Rylan, no holding back.

“Good choice,” Rylan approved with a cheeky wink.

Rylan lifted up onto his knees and reached for something behind him. It became clear why when the man retrieved a bottle of lube and squirted a good amount out onto his fingers. Fingers now slick, Rylan reached behind himself again.

Micah could only lie there and watch as Rylan prepared himself. The sight was truly hypnotic. The little gasps Rylan gave made his penis throb and ache.

“You’re teasing,” he panted, hands clamped onto Rylan’s thighs.

Micah was perilously close to coming when Rylan’s gaze connected with his and his mate displayed his teeth in a predatory smile. The aggressive gesture just made him hotter and more desperate to get inside Rylan’s tight body.

His pain only seemed to make Rylan move slower and more deliberately as the man rocked his hips forward, rubbing his thick erection over Micah’s abs. Rylan’s balls brushed teasingly over the tip of his cock and when the man rocked back, it pushed Micah’s erection upright and between Rylan’s ass cheeks.

He was long enough that he could feel Rylan stretching himself. And every time Rylan gyrated his hips, his cock prodded insistently at his mate’s fingers.

Abruptly, Rylan growled and pulled the fingers free. Micah let go of Rylan’s thighs only long enough to pass the lube into Rylan’s waiting hand then returned his hands back to where they’d been after an expectant look from Rylan.

It was clear that Rylan would be the one calling the shots right now.

The cold shock of lube made his balls draw up tight for a moment then Rylan shocked him by grasping him firmly and sinking down his cock in one smooth, uninterrupted move.

Eyes crossing at the sudden rush of pleasure, he needed a few seconds to process what was happening and temper the sensation before he ruined Rylan’s seduction of him by coming too soon.

“Oh, man,” he repeated, face contorted because of how good Rylan felt around him.

Rylan bounced a little and got comfortable.

He barely had time to catch his breath before Rylan started to set a fast and furious rhythm. The powerful thigh muscles bunched under his hands.

Greedy for Rylan’s touch, the wolf inside him yipped, wanting to give Rylan everything they had and ensure that their mate was so satisfied that no one would question their claim or ability to keep Rylan sated and happy.

Micah tilted his hips up to meet Rylan and buried himself deeper inside his mate.

“I need you,” he confessed, speaking from deep within his heart. This wasn’t simply some stupid rambling fueled by the endorphins of sex. Micah honestly couldn’t imagine life without Rylan now they had mated. His whole world had tipped on its axis to revolve around Rylan as if he were the sun.

The grin he received in response to his words illuminated the room. “Good, you’ve finally come to your senses, then.” Rylan’s needy growl set him on fire.

Gripping Rylan’s thighs, he lifted the man off him. Rylan clutched at his shoulder to stay balanced and whined when Micah stilled his movements.

“Micah.” The note of warning was clear in Rylan’s voice.

He sat up and slid his hands to cup Rylan’s ass, tucking the man even closer to him. “Like this.” The new angle allowed him to penetrate even deeper, but it also relied more on Micah’s strength to keep them together and balanced as Rylan ground down onto Micah’s hard cock.

They both moaned as they got the hang of the new positon. The movements and thrusts were smaller but with their faces close enough that Rylan’s breath tickled the stubble on his cheek, it was far more intimate.

Nuzzling into Rylan’s neck he allowed his wolf to come forward a little and coax Rylan’s to do the same. There was no shift involved, but essentially their wolf natures were closer to the surface and their more primal instincts and desires were awakened.

Rylan’s eyes flashed wolf and Micah knew his own were doing the same.

There was nothing between them, no secrets or barriers. The indescribable intensity of their bodies coming together laid him bare.

This was how he’d dreamed a mating would be—intimate and free of any pressure or threat of imminent danger. And now he was here, and it was happening, Micah wondered how he never realized that only Rylan would do. That only Rylan fit him.

Micah kissed him hard, crushing their mouths together.

The volatile kiss heated his passion and Micah drove up into Rylan with abandon, clinging to his mate like a drowning man being rescued from sea. All that mattered was right here and now between them.

“Bite me,” Rylan pleaded, “Now.”

Rylan howled with pleasure when he bit down on the mating mark. Hot ejaculate hit Micah on the chest as Rylan gave himself over to the unstoppable force of the inevitable orgasm.

Surrendering to his own climax Micah, shuddered and pumped his mate full of his release, arching his back when Rylan bit him back.

“Mine,” Rylan claimed possessively, marking him in the same way.

Collapsing together in a breathless, messy heap, Micah rubbed a hand over Rylan’s back. He never could have imagined that they would be this perfect together.

“We should shower before we get stuck together.” While he wouldn’t mind being buried inside Rylan for the rest of their lives, he imagined Rylan would have something to say about it. He knew neither of them would be happy with a solely bottom positon in the bedroom and to be honest Rylan fucking him, taking and claiming him, was amazing.

As if sensing the direction of his thoughts, Rylan’s hand curved under him to grab his ass.

“Mine,” Rylan repeated in a sleepy mumble.

A shower could wait a few more minutes. Smiling, he let himself doze.

Striding naked out of the bathroom after cleaning up, Micah noticed that Rylan had become increasingly somber. The mating bond wasn’t exactly a gateway into his mate’s psyche, but he was able to feel an echo of what Rylan was feeling.

He spread his arms out wide and fell backward onto the bed, bouncing on the springy mattress. The silly action Rylan giggling just as he’d hoped.

The other man followed him onto the bed and ran a hand up his leg. Rylan hesitated as he got to Micah’s penis and sent him a teasing wink until Micah whimpered and tipped his head back in submission. He was beginning to realize that nothing got Rylan hotter quicker than Micah offering his throat. It was a game between them now.

Taking it in hand, Rylan pumped his cock a few times, getting him nice and hard again. But as Micah leaned up to tempt Rylan into a kiss and another round of fun, Rylan let go of his erection with an evil smile.

“Hey!” Micah moaned and stretched, reaching for Rylan as his mate danced away from him, leaving him hard and wanting.

“I’m still pissed at you for getting shot. You’re quick enough to dodge. I’ve seen you kick major ass on training drills with the other betas and enforcers,” Rylan pointed out.

“But I saved you,” he argued back, pouting. His wolf was pissed they’d been played.

Not falling for his pitiful act or sulk, Rylan came back over to him and kissed him on the nose. “Which is why you got one orgasm. More, you’ll have to earn. Now get up.” Rylan popped him hard on the ass.

Rubbing his sore ass cheek, Micah knew there was going to be a red handprint forming there in a few seconds. He loved it when Rylan left marks on him just as much as seeing his own marks on Rylan’s tanned, lithe body.

“I’m already
up.
That’s the problem.” Regardless, Micah rolled out of bed and wandered over to the pile of his clothes that he had grabbed on their way to Rylan’s room once they’d return to the Alpha House. Later, he’d have to convince his brothers to come and help him move all his stuff up here.

Maybe he could manage to unpack without Rylan even noticing, perhaps sneak a few things in here and there and wait to see how long it took for Rylan to say something. Rylan liked everything just so and it appeared that everything had its place. It would be fun to see how long it took for Rylan to catch him. Though, getting caught sounded like it could be fun, too.

He smirked as he tugged on a t-shirt and plotted. When Rylan walked over to him and handed him a clean black pair of jeans instead of the blue ones he’d been about to pick up off the floor he just kept smiling. He was learning all sorts of interesting things about Rylan.

Rylan, already dressed, crossed his arms and frowned at him. “I don’t trust that smile, Micah.”

Feigning innocence, Micah pulled on the black jeans and headed for the door.

Micah was tense as a board, standing next to Rylan as his mate watched the CCTV footage of the staged death scenes. “You don’t have to do this, you know.”

“I do. What I remembered and what I’m imagining are already giving me nightmares. The longer I wait, the worse it will be,” Rylan answered, voice hard and determined.

His wolf pushed at him to hold Rylan, to pull him away from the TV and tell him not to watch any more. The only thing stopping him was that he knew in Rylan’s shoes, he would want to see everything as well.

So no matter how much it irked him or how much he hated seeing Rylan struggle, Micah didn’t say anything. The sideways looks he caught from Rylan let him know he hadn’t hidden his feelings as well as he’d thought, however. Luckily Rylan didn’t take offence.

Rylan’s hand bumped into his. He thought it was an accident at first and ignored it, but when it happened again he got the message and entwined their fingers. Huh, he’d never actually held hands with someone not related to him before. It was nice.

Remy was working the remote and cueing up other camera footage for Rylan and the others were waiting outside waiting to be called in to watch the other footage that Ashlock had recorded on his phone. No one had seen that and Zeke had stressed that they needed to. The vagueness of Zeke’s suggestion made Micah curious as to what was on the phone.

On the TV screen, Remy had just finished his appalling performance and Rylan was heading back down the hall to make his escape and run into Gabrielle and Ryder.

“I can’t believe you fell for that,” Micah said, shaking his head.

Remy scowled at him like he’d just shit on the floor, but Micah ignored him.

Rylan on the other hand burst out laughing. “Well excuse me, I had a fucking psychopath’s chip thing in my brain.”

“Hmmm, I suppose that’s a good excuse,” he said with mock consideration, rubbing his chin with his spare hand.

“Don’t be an ass, your brother doesn’t get that you’re joking.” Rylan poked him in the ribs with a laugh.

Micah cast a quick look at Remy to see that Rylan might be right. Remy’s scowl had hardened from mild annoyance to anger. Shit.

“I’m just teasing. It’s fine,” he reassured, holding his hands up. A flicker of annoyance sparked as he glared at his little brother. Remy should know him better than to think he’d be cruel.

Remy looked between him and Rylan, obviously assessing whether Rylan’s amusement was genuine. “Fuck, now I owe my mate a box of that damn imported chocolate. Skylar was right, it’s a real mating.” Remy sounded truly surprised.

Where had he been for the last few days? Skylar, Asher and Zeke had figured it out way before now, before Micah even.

“Of course it’s real,” Micah defended with a growl.

Growling back, Remy didn’t let it drop. “Don’t bite at me for being skeptical. For the last ten years you’ve been at each other’s throats—”

Rylan interrupted by holding up a finger even though he was still watching himself on the TV supposedly killing Gabriel. “Actually I didn’t retaliate until I was sixteen so it’s twelve years we’ve been at each other’s throats, but Micah was an ass way before that.”

Micah threw his hands up in the air. “Seriously, do you want me to get my ass stomped? That’s not helping.”

Shrugging, Rylan took hold of his hand again and squeezed.

He rolled his eyes and squeezed back. It was clear Micah was going to have to hold his own against his brother in this. Not that he blamed Rylan, he was right—he’d been an ass for a long time. And by being an ass he’d put Remy in the middle between a brother and a best friend. It was going to take some convincing to dissuade Remy’s doubts about him and Rylan as a couple.

“Look, I know how much I screwed up. However, I also think that my wolf did the right thing,” he said, pausing when Rylan tensed next to him, clearly listening. “I wasn’t ready for a mate and neither was Rylan. I’d take back all the bad things I said, but I think the time apart let us grow up a lot. Well, me at least. Rylan still seems to have a thing for animated rock people.”