A Cowboy in Ravenna (13 page)

“I think you mean Sabin,” Calhoun said, ignoring Trin warning him off Marcello. “It’s who he is now, Trin. Nothing you can do to change it.”

“Yeah. Sabin.” Trin looked around for his clothing, but only spotted a few shreds. Damn. “We’ll come with you as soon as I can find something to wear. The kids will be safe in our hotel until their families can come for them.”

“Yeah, about that…” Calhoun gave Trin a pointed look. “I think you’ll have to factor in a delay in your plans.”

Trin touched his belly, frowning at the sensation sliding up his spine like a feather in a lover’s hand. He’d been feeling it since he’d first woken up but figured it was a residue of the healing. He looked at Chace. “Oh shit,” he said.

 
“I’ll come back,” Calhoun said. “Shifter nature being shifter nature I think you’re going to need some alone time with Chace right now.”

“Huh?” Chace asked, as if tired of being a hundred paces behind everyone else.

“No,” Trin choked out. “Take him with you.”

Calhoun gave him a what-the-fuck look. Trin’s toes curled as another wave of heat slid up his spine.

“What’s going on?” Chace asked.

“You gave me blood, healed me,” Trin said, teeth chattering. “The burning has started.”

“The burning?”

“You have to complete the cycle,” Calhoun said, damn his interfering ass. “Trin’s your mate but you haven’t had, uh, intercourse yet, have you?”

Chace blushed.

“We’re not going to…now.” Trin’s belly was on fire. It was like the worst kind of withdrawal times a gazillion. Chace. He needed Chace’s skin under his mouth, he needed that silky blond hair in his hands and Chace looking at him as Trin filled him, took him, ran his teeth over the mark. “Not like this. Chace has been through enough.”

“What, you really think you can give him roses and dew drops now, shifter?” Calhoun’s brows rose. “You need to do him, hard and fast. You need to do it over and over again until he’s covered in your sweat and your come and neither of you can fucking move.”

“Trin.” Chace’s touch cooled Trin’s feverish body.

Of course Chace couldn’t fucking stay away any more than Trin could keep his hands to himself ever since they’d come to fucking Italy. Maybe it was the air here, all that ancient romance.

“Don’t. I’ll take you in the dirt. I can’t be gentle.” Claws sprouted as he spoke. If he’d been wearing clothes, he’d have torn out of them like the Incredible Hulk.

“I’m not afraid to be with you, fluffy pillows or dirt.”

“That’s just perfect,” Trin said, pissed off. Chace had come to Italy to unload his virginity. Now he’d lose it to a beast.

Too late. He looked into Chace’s eyes, saw his flushed skin. He was aroused. For some fucked-up reason, seeing Trin like this lit Chace up. Lucky Chace.

Calhoun kicked the bag they’d brought with them. “Trin, don’t forget the—”

“Fuck off,” Trin told Calhoun.

He yanked Chace to the ground. He wasn’t gentle but Chace didn’t look afraid. Reaching for Trin, Chace opened his mouth, accepting the hard, needy penetration of Trin’s tongue.

“I could fucking eat you,” Trin growled. He shoved Chace’s legs open and took his sac in one clawed hand. Trin needed Chace’s potency. It was such a turn on—the taste, the seed in his mouth when he milked Chace.

“I want you to have it, all of it,” Chace moaned, as if he could read Trin’s mind. He writhed, pushing himself deeper into Trin’s keeping. Right now he was all lovely submissive, just what Trin needed to take the edge off.

“Feed it to me.” Trin rolled onto his back. Calhoun was long gone or he’d be getting quite a show, but Trin was glad for Chace’s sake.

Chace had a little smirk which Trin read with trepidation. Chace was so impulsive…

Chace swung to his feet.

And Trin caged his ankle. “You go nowhere.”

“I just want to get something.” Chace’s voice was soft, soothing Trin’s beast.

The beast found it hard to let go. Sweat dripped from his hair. But he made himself do it.

Chace dragged the bag closer and then pulled out the heavy chains, a spreader bar, a gag…he couldn’t help but stroke the spreader bar, thinking of all the time he’d pictured wearing one. For Trin. Only for Trin.

Trin said, “I don’t want to scare you.”

Chace rolled his eyes. “Yeah, my woody is all about being terrified.”

“Brat.”

“Your brat.”

“Damn straight.”

“Straight? Is that really a word that comes to mind when you and I are about to—”

Trin laughed.

“Okay, you mistook me. We’ll get the chains on you tonight.” Chace’s voice was husky. “But right now, these are for me.”

Trin lost his breath. Chace trusted him to be helpless, to let Trin completely dominate him the way his beast craved?

“Are you going to help me?”

Need pulsed, hot and ready, taking all his control, the control he’d learnt as a healer. But he didn’t give in to it. Chace held out one of his wrists and Trin used the chains to tie a rough knot. Grasping them, he led Chace to a tree. “Like where you watched Cass and Tom, hmmm?”

Chace was breathing hard. “God, yeah, I’ll never forget how they looked.”

“I’m going to take you like Tom took Cass. Are you ready for that?”

Chace’s answer was the kiss he pressed against Trin’s hand, laving the palm with his tongue. “I love you. I want you to have me, my body and my come.”

Holy shit! He’d never known kissing a hand could be such an erotic thing. Chace kissing him like that…the act caught at his throat.

“I…” He wanted to give Chace the words. He deserved them, but Trin was so out of practice, like one of those abandoned homesteads in the hills, going to seed.

He used the tip of a claw to cut through Chace’s T-shirt, mouthing the small pointed nipples revealed.

Chace shuddered. “Trin, you have no fucking idea what it does to me, to feel those sharp teeth and know you can hurt me but you won’t.”

Trin stripped off Chace’s remaining clothing, tugging him close, skin to skin, hot satin rubbing.

His enormous erection nudged Chace. “Take my cock and work it.”

Chace had to use both hands, the chains rattling around. His face was absorbed, like he was pulling off a difficult magician’s trick as he stroked Trin up and down, the massive mushroom head, dark plum, swollen and seeping fluid, caressing the veins and huge arching stem.

Trin’s head fell back and he thrust into Chace’s grip. “Yeah, do me. We’re going to live out a fantasy.”

Chace blinked. “This isn’t a fantasy?”

Trin looked at his cock in Chace’s hand. His boy was servicing him. Oh, yeah. His prick had a life of its own, prodding Chace, demanding attention, demanding Chace’s hand, just his hand—long-fingered, stained with ink, bitten nails. Jesus, Chace’s hand was a beautiful thing, sacred.

“Stop.” God, he was already on the verge of coming.

When Chace didn’t immediately obey, Trin dragged Chace over and smacked his ass. Trin stared at his handprint going red on the pale, quivering flesh.

Chace rubbed himself against Trin, leaving a damp smear on his thigh.

“Do what you’re told,” Trin said thickly.

“Maybe I won’t. Maybe I’ll test you.”

His hand came down again and again, smacking Chace’s buttocks until he was squirming and his ass was as red as his face.

Fuck, what have I done? I’ve gone too far, too fast…
Trin lifted Chace, cradling him.

Chace’s face was wet with tears. He pulled Trin close and kissed him, hungry. Then he tried to climb Trin, wrap his legs around… Chace wasn’t hurt. He was in the same primal place Trin lived.

He rolled them so he was on top of Chace, heard him catch his breath as his abused backside rubbed against the grit, but it didn’t matter, nothing fucking mattered as Trin moved down Chace’s trembling body and took his cock.

“Milk it.” Chace gripped Trin’s hair, penis thrusting, spilling for Trin, his taste human and vulnerable and giving and salty and sweet and Trin couldn’t get enough, sucking until Chace finished with a husky sound.

Trin’s attentions had to be too much now, but he couldn’t stop himself from licking Chace’s reddened shaft, rolling his balls in his mouth as he tried to swallow them.

When his cock didn’t soften, Chace begged, “Make it spill. I need it to spill again!”

Trin caught Chace’s other wrist and looped chain around it. White noise was humming in his ears. He disconnected from human concerns. This was his mate and he was claiming him, and Chace would come for him, over and over again, so Trin could drink of his body.

He snapped the metal rods of the spreader bar into place, having done this before for other lovers who liked to be controlled.

Chace looked beautiful with his warmed ass, his wrists chained together and his legs held apart, leaving him fully accessible. Trin secured the links around the tree while Chace trembled on all fours.

Last was the ball gag.

Chace opened his mouth obediently to take it. His cock was leaking excitement again. God, he loved this, and the more Trin put him in his place, the more Chace seemed to love it. Sex with them was always going to be a blade, cutting deep, but Trin loved it. He loved Chace’s whimpers and the way he rutted against air, desperate for sensation.

Trin gave it to him.

He sprawled under his fragile lover and nuzzled that needy penis, running his unshaven jaw over Chace’s inner thighs.

Chace’s hips jerked. He came again and Trin drank, thirsty for his lover’s come. He could stay here forever and do nothing more than pleasure Chace so that his body wept for him again and again, giving his taste, his hoarse screams, his feet and hands spasming as he climaxed for Trin.

When he’d milked his pony for as long as he could, Trin mounted Chace, using a handful of jizz to anoint his cock before pushing into the tight glove of Chace’s body.

Chace jerked in his bonds, trembling as he was broached, taken at last. His body was covered with reddened marks, scratches, bites. Trin knew he shouldn’t love to see him this way, but every mark said
mine.

He held Chace’s hips as the act took over, as he fucked, seeing himself, huge and monstrous, taking his virgin. Chace moaned and Trin’s claws sliced through the gag, freeing Chace’s voice. He kissed Trin’s palm, licking him like he was his one true master.

“I could break you. I even want to,” Trin rasped. He couldn’t pretty this up for Chace, much as part of him wanted to. This was bruises and lust and pleasure that stretched into pain and snapped the body so it pumped come wildly.

Chace was squeezing with his inner muscles, gripping Trin like a goddamn fist, rising to meet him as they surged together like a red wave. The chains rattled as Chace shook his hands free, shedding his submissive self.

Trin helped remove the spreader bar and lay on his back. Chace rode his beast, the beast servicing Chace. Eyes shut tightly, he came, body arching, arms above his head like a hot dancer.

Beautiful, so fucking beautiful and wild and impulsive and passionate…

Trin turned his head, exposing his throat, offering himself.

Chace knew just what to do.

He struck with his human teeth, tearing, as if wanting Trin to feel
it as Chace claimed him. And Trin did, thunder rolling through his body over and over again as he shouted.

“Mine, so fucking mine!” Chace growled, blood on his lips.

Chapter Twelve

Chace luxuriated, lying on top of Trin, listening to his heartbeat.

“Okay,” Chace said. “The sex was off the scale. I don’t have words. Maybe colours, like an abstract painting. I’d use lots of phallic shapes and reds and blacks.”

“Sounds suitably macho.” Trin’s eyes were closed. But his lack of words after what they had just done was okay, wasn’t it? He was stroking Chace’s back so Trin wanted him here. But, like a toothache, Chace had to probe that theory.

“So I want to hire you.”

Trin’s eyes popped open. “For sex?”

Chace laughed. When he saw Trin’s self-conscious expression, he stopped. “I guess laughter isn’t the best response to what you just said. Let’s start over. No, I don’t want to hire you as my personal courtesan, not that you’re not, um, up to the job. I want you to continue on as the foreman on the ranch when we go home.” He chewed his lip. “I just checked the messages on my phone… Dad moved out.”

“But you moved out before we came here.”

“Yeah, but now I can move back. He’s turned the ranch over to me early.”

“I’m sorry.”

Chace dropped his gaze. He knew Trin understood that his father was pulling away because he didn’t want any part of Chace’s new life. “Maybe he’ll come around,” Chace said. As conditional as his father’s love was, when Chace’d had cancer, he’d been a rock.

“I’ll talk to him,” Trin said, emotion burning in his eyes. “A father should never turn his back on his son.”

Chace cleared his throat. “Turns out I’d like to stay in Italy a little longer than I thought.”