Should have Put a Leash On It (11 page)

He felt vulnerable with the wolf in Rylan being at his throat. It would only take a single move to rip out his jugular and he would have no hope in defending himself.

“What’s going on?” More banging on the door.

Rylan clamped down on his flesh, teeth perilously close to breaking skin.

This time it sounded like Mars on the other side of the door and Micah’s wolf became desperate to get out. But this time it didn’t want to challenge Rylan for dominance, it wanted to protect Rylan from the shifters outside. If they saw Rylan like this Remy would have no choice but to declare Rylan as rogue.

“Nothing, just playing,” Micah called back, very aware that if Rylan’s bite tightened any more he would be at risk of serious injury.

“Playing?” Gabriel and Mars clearly weren’t convinced.

“Yes!” Micah gritted his teeth and dug his fingers into the wood behind him. He knew he’d be leaving gouge marks.

“Open the door, Beta Micah.” Gabriel was far too astute. The panther had clearly picked up on his unease and had a good idea why.

“I said we’re fine.” He kept his voice neutral.

Micah didn’t dare move his head in case it made Rylan take a chunk of flesh. He withdrew his fingers from where they were imbedded in the door and slowly, making no sudden movements, reached around to gently stroke down Rylan’s back. Rylan growled and Micah flinched as the vibrations irritated the abused flesh between Rylan’s teeth.

“Shhh. I’m yours,” he whispered. As soon as the words left his mouth his wolf went still inside him.

Rylan relaxed and withdrew his teeth and began nuzzling instead.

“Fuck,” he breathed out in relief. The sting of the bite changed from pain into something far more potent. His cock started to harden and press into Rylan’s stomach.

Micah was worried the wolf riding Rylan would take his attraction as a challenge. But if anything, it seemed to make Rylan more pleased, more attentive.

Rylan’s tongue darted out to lave where he’d bitten him and Micah jumped in surprise. Licking a dominant wolf’s neck was a very intimate thing, seen only between mates or the closest of lovers. Micah had never allowed his hookups to touch him like that. He shuddered when Rylan’s tongue swiped over the sensitive bite again, then continued to smooth Rylan’s back. Loving was better than dangerous.

“Beta Micah, please open the door and let us in.” Mars jiggled the doorknob, trying to gain entry, but it was still locked and Micah’s weight against it prevented them from kicking it down.

Rylan rumbled deeply, not pleased with their audience trying to interfere.

“I’m yours,” he said again and Rylan calmed immediately.

After another lick and nuzzle, Rylan pulled back. The green eyes that fascinated him were bright and piercing.

“You smell like apples,” he said, almost to himself.

He’d always loved the smell of apples. He’d tried every apple scented shampoo he’d come across over the years, but none of them were right, he could never find the one he wanted. With Rylan so close, it was impossible not to breathe in Rylan’s scent, but he hadn’t expected it to affect him like this.

Rylan’s glowing wolf eyes cleared for a moment. “What?”

“I love the smell of apples, always have, since I was about sixteen.” Micah dared to dip his head closer to Rylan’s neck and take a deeper breath, pulling in more of the stimulating aroma. The pleasure he took from the wild apple fragrance sent tendrils of excitement through his body to settle in his groin. “Mmmm.”

Something passed over Rylan’s face, but it was gone before Micah could interpret it.

“I’m glad you like how I smell.” Rylan retreated back into the needy wolf again and started ripping at his clothes. “I like how you smell, too, like salted caramel and peanut butter. Those are my favorite flavors. I wonder if you taste like you smell.”

Breathing wasn’t an option as he watched Rylan sink to his knees in front of him and attack his jeans. When Rylan ripped his fly open and shoved his jeans down, Micah was speechless. He was so hard by now that he feared his balls would implode with the pressure.

The cool air on his heated erection made him gasp, but the sight of Rylan kneeling in front of him, gazing at him as if he were a starving man given a banquet, made him yearn.

“We’ll knock down the door if you don’t open it. If Rylan has gone wolf, there’s no way back.” Gabriel’s scent wafted under the door as the shifter tested the wood with a shove.

Micah had the weight and strength advantage though. So there was no chance of them getting in. Rylan looked up at him with wide amber eyes and Micah knew the words he wanted. “I’m yours.”

Rylan leaned forward and began rubbing his face against him and nuzzling his belly, pushing his shirt up. The stomach was another vulnerable area, but Micah didn’t tense up. He didn’t scent any aggression from Rylan now, only arousal.

“Leave us alone.” His voice shot higher as Rylan moved lower, rubbing his cheek against the tight patch of skin just above his cock.

“Micah!”

“For the love of God,
go away!
” Micah’s toes curled against the soft carpet when Rylan finally took him into his mouth. “Ah.” The hot, wet heat enveloping his cock sent shivers down his spine. It felt so...forbidden, like they shouldn’t be doing it. But at the same time it felt so good and as the saying went, if this was wrong Micah didn’t want to be right.

“Oh shit. They’re actually doing it right now!”

Micah didn’t hear anything more after that as the blood pounded in his ears.

He drew his fingers through Rylan’s hair, unable to look away from Rylan’s gaze. It was like the wolf eyes swept him away from everything he’d ever known until all he could see, feel, smell and think of was Rylan. He forgot why he’d turned Rylan away years ago, why he’d resented the wolf for being so intelligent, why he’d attacked Hunter and why they were both here, locked in this room.

All that mattered was here and now.

With one hand in Rylan’s hair, he reached down with the other and cupped Rylan’s jaw, feeling where the shifter swallowed around him and had to open as wide as he could just to take Micah inside him this way.

Rylan paused, smelling of intent and lust.

Maintaining eye contact, Micah drew in a swift gulp of air. He already knew what Rylan wanted. “I’m yours,” he said softly. They weren’t just words, this time he felt them deep in his soul and they terrified him.

Rylan was like man possessed after that, sucking him mercilessly and fisting the base of him until Micah had to break the intense gaze and throw his head back against the door. Rylan seemed to know just what he liked and how he loved to be touched. With a firm hand and the hint of teeth Rylan pushed him to the edge of orgasm embarrassingly easy.

Just as he started to thrust his hips forward to meet Rylan’s moves as the man took him deeper. Hands on his thighs controlled how much he could participate and Micah groaned with frustration. If he didn’t know better he’d say Rylan’s fingers were claws. The pain only heightened his excitement. And he was desperate for just that little bit more of something that would let him find release.

He almost sobbed when Rylan pulled back. The big amber eyes stared at him beseechingly, asking him for something. Micah didn’t know what, but then his brain kicked in and he smiled down at Rylan. “I’m yours”

He got a delicious squeeze to his balls in reward. Micah growled and Rylan growled back, licking him again as if Micah’s cock was Rylan’s favorite flavor lollipop. Rylan licked the head of his cock with excruciating slowness, eyes never leaving his own.

Micah thought Rylan would take him back into his mouth when Rylan stopped licking and grasped him firmly. But instead Rylan struck as fast as a cobra, biting down on the strip of skin just to the right of his dick. It was a quick bite, but that didn’t lessen the significance behind it. Rylan was marking his territory.

“Mine,” Rylan rumbled. That one word coupled with the marking bite hit him like a body blow. He came so hard, so violently that his knees shook.

When he came back to himself a few moments later, Rylan was on his feet, standing so close to him he could smell his own release on Rylan’s skin, mixing with the wild apple aroma he found so intoxicating.

“Turn around.” Rylan’s gruff demand was still all wolf despite the moment of clarity Micah had witnessed. Rylan was still in there, but he wasn’t driving.

When Micah didn’t move, Rylan grabbed him by the hips and spun him, pressing him insistently face forward against the door. He didn’t complain, simply let Rylan move him where he wanted. After a few tweaks in positon, Rylan seemed happy. The shifter took hold of his wrist and brought his hands up to rest flat against the wood.

He’d never let anyone fuck him, he was always the dominant partner. And the thought of giving over control like that now, with Rylan only half of himself, was daunting.

“Rylan?” This wasn’t how this was supposed to go. He was supposed to be the one doing the fucking. Yet he the one being with an almost feral wolf at his back, massaging his butt cheeks, Micah got the feeling that Remy had set him up. Since Rylan technically outranked him in the pack it made sense that Micah would have to be the one on the bottom.

Micah hadn’t realized he was looking for reassurance until he heard his own words whispered back at him in a gruff voice.

“I’m yours.” Rylan punctuated the words by cupping Micah’s bare ass.

If he hadn’t been so nervous about what he guessed was going to happen next, he would have laughed at the ridiculousness of it all. One minute they were arguing and the next they were exchanging promises. Even if those promises were just for the moment.

Micah gasped as his ass cheeks were spread apart and he began to panic. He pushed away from the door, straightening his arms until he held his own weight just as Rylan kicked his legs as wide as the jeans around his knees would allow. He was starting to feel a bit too much like prey for his liking and his wolf was edgy, prickling at his skin.

Rylan delivered a stinging smack to his ass. “Mine.” It was a clear message to stay still.

Micah growled, but didn’t otherwise move. He’d let Rylan call the shots, but he wasn’t going to simply roll over. And he definitely wasn’t going to think too much about the fact that his spent cock was now at full mast again. He was a god damn beta wolf and did not under any circumstance enjoy the sharp spank on his ass. No fucking way.

One of Rylan’s hands left his ass and Micah didn’t know what Rylan was doing until the scent of his own release hit his nostrils again. A moment later he felt a cold wet finger brush over his asshole. Rylan was going to use his own release as lube. Micah closed his eyes briefly and reminded himself that this was what Rylan needed from him.

He was scared as Rylan traced the finger around his hole and dipped just the tip inside. When more than the tip pushed its way inside him Micah wasn’t a fan. It felt weird and foreign. He’d never even played with himself like this so the experience was completely new.

After some gentle in and out motions of the one finger inside him Rylan pulled out and returned with two, wet again with what Micah assumed was more of his release. Two fingers felt different than one, but the slight burn was actually rather nice. Micah dared to lean back into the touch and experiment with a different angle. Rylan didn’t protest so it seemed as long as he didn’t try to take control, Micah was allowed to move.

Rylan shoved the two fingers deep inside him when Micah leaned back next and he shot up on his toes, eyes crossing as Rylan’s fingers hit something inside him that was like he’d stuck his dick into an electrical current.

“Oh!”

Rylan made an appreciative noise and before Micah could protest, the two fingers inside him were joined by another. Now with three fingers inside him, the burn was more pronounced and didn’t feel as good, but when he bent his knees a little and pushed back, all three rubbed over that spot inside him.

“Holy fuck,” Micah’s tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth as he moaned.

Every time the fingers plunged into him, he rocked forward, his fingers curling into the wood. When Rylan pulled the fingers out of him, Micah knew his prep time was over. He was surprised Rylan had lasted this long and prepared him this well. Lost to the wild side of themselves, shifters were driven by baser desires.

He braced himself, planted his feet more firmly on the floor and adjusted his hands on the door where his palms had slipped wider apart. Something a hell of a lot bigger than a finger nudged at his ass. This was it.

Micah took in a deep, slow breath and tried to relax.

Rylan inched forward and the very tip of Rylan’s cock pushed inside him. Another little push and the fat head popped completely inside. He bit his lip to smother his yelp, but he must still have made some noise because Rylan stopped pushing into him and rubbed his face over Micah’s shoulder biting, licking kisses along the groove of his neck.

“Okay, more.” Micah forced himself to relax again.

Rylan started inching forward again.

Even with Rylan’s wolf calling the shots there must have been a part of the shifter present and understanding what was going on because every time Micah froze or tensed, Rylan would drop a kiss to his shoulder and made a comforting whining noise. The nuzzling made what was happening between them feel more intense.

After what felt like an age, Rylan was fully seated inside him and Micah hung his head down between his arms, sweat beading on his face and arms. He’d never felt so full or on the edge of something new. It burned, but it also felt good. Micah decided he didn’t dislike it.

He took a minute to catch his breath and felt Rylan doing the same, giving him time to adjust to the invasion. Once the burn was all but gone, Micah locked his elbows and tested out the new sensations, pushing his hips back and grinding his ass into Rylan’s pelvis.

Rylan let him explore for a minute or two. Teeth grazed over his shoulder and Micah tipped his head to the side to give Rylan more room. The shifter took advantage and buried his head in Micah’s neck, nibbling and kissing before clamping down on his hips and starting to thrust in and out of him.