Available [Marked 3] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) (16 page)

“My slut, huh? You going to suffer for me, my slut?” Ryan asked, grabbing his balls where they hung free between Bradley’s legs and giving them a good squeeze. The boy hissed and came up on his tiptoes. Ryan grinned where he couldn’t see him. “That’s one. Feet flat on the ground, boy.”

“Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir,” Bradley panted.

“Good boy.” He really was such a good boy. He needed something to focus on while they did the scene though, something familiar. “What’s your safeword, Bradley?”

Bradley paused and the scent of panic filled the room. “I don’t remember.”

“Shh, it’s all right. That happens. Repeat it after me, Pumpkin.”

“I knew it was some kind of fruit,” Bradley muttered. Louder he said it. “Pumpkin.”

“Good boy. Don’t forget it again.” The sub was always tempting him to laugh at inappropriate times. Bradley was a spitfire, that was for sure.

Ryan knelt behind him and opened the plain brown box he’d left there. The glass vibrator would pose as a nice distraction. It was shaped so that its numerous ridges would press against all his sweet spots and the flared base widened so that it would seat firmly inside the boy without falling out, no matter how desperate the sub got during their scene. The remote was placed on one of the shelves by the cross.

He grabbed some slick off the same shelf before spreading Bradley’s cheeks and finding his pleasing pucker again. He began to work open Bradley’s tight ass once more. The boy hissed before he started rocking against his fingers. Their play from earlier had loosened him up some, but he was still ungodly tight.
This time I’m going to make it to the bed before I take him
. Bradley deserved to be fucked in a proper bed at least once while he was Ryan’s submissive. He just had to learn a little patience where the boy was concerned.

When he was satisfied that he could take the vibrator, Ryan slicked the toy and pressed it steadily inside his lover’s body. Bradley shuddered, opening for him perfectly. “You’re such a good boy, Bradley,” he complimented, loving the way his lover’s ass looked stretched with a phallus. He stood and hit the button of the remote, setting it to a timer that would alternate between hard vibrations and lessening ones in regular intervals, eventually increasing the amount of time the hard vibrations were set until it cycled back around again.

Bradley whimpered. “Thank you, Sir.”

Now the real fun could begin. “You aren’t to come without permission, boy. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Sir,” Bradley said, his voice unsteady. Good. He wanted his lover overwhelmed and off balance in a good way. He wanted only good memories of today despite the ruined apartment and all the trouble that came with it.

He walked back around the cross to Bradley’s front, snagging the crop where it sat on his instrument tray. He’d decided to wear jeans and go shirtless to remind himself that he wanted to go to his bedroom before he took Bradley, so he grabbed some of the ball weights off the table as well and stuck them in his pocket. “We’ll work you up slow first,” he said, running the leather head of the crop along Bradley’s body. He wouldn’t always warn the sub of what he was going to do, but these first few scenes he would do a lot of hand-holding.

He popped the crop on the boy’s chest and watched his boy’s reaction. He reacted like a dream, leaning into the strike and closing his eyes. He was going to sink into subspace quickly. He did it again. “Feel good, sweet?”

“Yes, Sir. Feel good.”

Ryan caught his nipple with the next strike. Bradley groaned and arched into the touch, which caused the vibrator to go deeper and made him cry out again. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” Ryan admitted, hitting him again, punishing his beautiful submissive for making him want him so damn much. There was no room for words after that point as he smattered strikes along his chest, abdomen, and finally his weeping cock. He caught the sensitive underside with a particularly stinging pop, and the boy danced for him. So he did it again.

“Sir!” Bradley yelped, panic in his voice. “I’m going to come!”

“Not yet, boy,” Ryan warned, continuing his torture. He stopped his strikes for a moment in order to get out the weighted line in his pocket. Some submissives loved this, but he’d have to watch Bradley and make sure. He connected a leather ring around the tight mound of Bradley’s testicles and attached one of the weights to the small rings it sported. He didn’t release it yet to let it hang. “This is going to up the intensity a bit.” He let the chain drop.

Bradley howled, bucking up against his restraints and nearly knocking Ryan on his ass in the process. “Oh! Oh fuck!” Bradley shook his head like he didn’t know what to do. “Master, please, fuck—gonna—God!”

“Want another?” Ryan asked, his cock hard enough to bust the zipper on his jeans. Damn. He was beautiful.

“Please, Master! Yes!” The honorific was as stimulating as Bradley’s reaction was. The deeper he went into subspace, the more he seemed to substitute “Master” for “Sir.”

Fascinated, Ryan added another weight and let it swing. Bradley screamed and bucked, his whole body tightening in one long line of muscle. His muscles were jumping, dancing, like there was a current of electricity put through them. Ryan took up his crop and started popping the boy’s nipples again.

“When I let the weights off, you can come,” Ryan said, mentally counting the number of times he had smacked each nipple in his mind.

“Stings, Master,” Bradley murmured, head swaying back and forth to the rhythm of Ryan’s strikes. Oh yeah. His boy was deep in headspace now. He was nothing but sensation. Pride filled him. Taking his sub out of his body and transporting him to a place beyond pain was something every Dom wanted to achieve. The absolute trust was intoxicating.

“It’s supposed to, sweet boy. You’ve been so good. You want to come for me now?” Ryan all but purred when Bradley gave a deft nod. “Ready?” He dropped the crop before reaching down with his other hand and gripping the clasp of the leather he’d attached to Bradley’s sac.

“Yes, Sir.”

He popped the clasp and let the weights fall to the floor. He held onto Bradley’s balls with one hand, massaging them out while his other hand stroked the boy’s dick. Immediately, a stream of cum erupted from the tip of Bradley’s cock, and the boy screamed his release to high heaven. Ryan grinded against the boy’s thigh as he led him through the most intense orgasm Ryan had ever witnessed. He was going to have to invest in soundproofing the room if Bradley was always so vocal, or else either the neighbors would call the cops or Regan would be banging on his door demanding that they quiet down.

“Good boy,” Ryan praised, over and over as his body came down from his orgasm and slumped in the restraints. His own cock was aching in his jeans. He had to get the boy to his room. Now. “You’re my beautiful boy.”
Mine.
His wolf growled at him as he undid the cuffs on Bradley’s legs and arms. He had to catch the boy to keep him from falling over. His sub murmured something indiscernible and looked up at him with the most pleasure-filled eyes he’d ever seen.

Ryan scooped the boy up and all but ran from the room, down the hall, and into his bedroom. He kicked the door shut behind him before tossing his lover into the middle of his mattress. He growled as he attacked his clothes, breaking the zipper and shredding some of the denim in an effort to get naked. His wolf was in full control at that moment, and all Ryan could think about was getting inside his lover. Bradley moved restlessly, legs spread wide. It was then Bradley remembered the vibrator he’d put in his boy’s tight ass. Without preamble, he reached down and slowly pulled the dildo out of his boy, who groaned at the loss.

He tossed the toy aside and climbed between Bradley’s spread thighs. “Mine!” he snarled as the boy spread wider. He didn’t care that he sounded like an animal and that Bradley was looking at him like he was God or something. He finally had his boy in his bed.
Mine. Mate
. He couldn’t have stopped himself if he wanted to.

Instincts older than any barrier he could’ve possibly erected seized him. He shoved roughly inside Bradley’s stretched ass, pounding away before Bradley even had time to adjust. The boy gasped and arched into him, his nails scoring Ryan’s shoulders. Everything felt so good on his oversensitized skin. He needed Bradley’s flesh in his mouth.

He bit into Bradley’s shoulder where it met his neck and fucked him like he was going to pound him through the mattress. Distantly he was aware of Bradley coming again, his body shuddering beneath him, but then his own orgasm boiled through him, and the world went white for an instant before it exploded. His cock jerked, spilling the sticky proof of his pleasure inside his boy and knotting at the base of his thick length.

He groaned as sanity started to return.
This can’t be happening
. But it was. The proof that Bradley was his mate was right there. His wolf had all but declared him so earlier.
So why didn’t I knot the first time we had sex
? He’d still been denying it, clinging to the fact that Bradley wouldn’t be his forever. He’d suppressed the wolf, and the wolf had finally gotten tired of it.
Mine
. He sighed, lapping at the bite mark he’d made on the side of Bradley’s neck.
Yeah. Yeah. Ours
. It would’ve been depressing had his body not still been singing and shuddering through multiple orgasms the entire time he laid against his love.

“God in heaven,” Bradley murmured as Ryan rolled a little to the side to keep from crushing him. Ryan looked down to see something he never expected to. A thick knot was formed at the base of Bradley’s cock, and every time another shudder of release went through Ryan, it went through him as well.
Fuck. He really is wolf
. It didn’t make a lot of sense considering that when a Dominant wolf claimed a submissive one, the sub typically didn’t knot, but if there was a trait that declared a person a shifter, it would be the knotting when they mated with their fated partner. Apparently even Bradley’s body was stubborn and declared to the world that they were meant to be together.

Bradley reached up with a trembling hand and cupped his cheek. “I love you, Ryan.” The words sank into his core this time. He couldn’t dismiss the raw honesty in Bradley’s eyes. “I’m yours now.”

Ryan nodded, swallowing as his throat tightened. “Yes, Bradley. You’re mine.”

* * * *

Bradley never wanted the night to end. He napped a bit after their exhausting scene and subsequent lovemaking, but even deep in subspace, he couldn’t sleep. He laid awake for hours watching his beautiful mate sleep. They were mates. Ryan admitted it at last.

When he’d finally been able to pull out of Bradley, Ryan had tucked them both under his comforter and commanded Bradley to sleep, promising to talk about everything in the morning. Bradley had tried to obey, but he wasn’t very good at it. He ran his hands over the heavy muscle of Ryan’s chest and sighed. This man was his. Every inch of him. He wanted to scream it from the rooftops.

The session and the sex had been a little overwhelming, so much bigger and more intense than Bradley had fantasized about, but that was all right. Ryan was his.
Mine
. He smiled at that familiar voice.
I know. Isn’t it wonderful
?

A noise from the living room drew his attention, and he frowned in the darkness. Who was there? Ryan had no pets that he knew of. Slowly, he slid from the bed before padding over to his bag and grabbing a pair of boxers therein. Ryan had promised clothes shopping tomorrow as well, but for now it would do. If it was the stalker, he should probably wake Ryan up, but if it was just a noise, he didn’t want to disturb his lover’s slumber. Now that he’d admitted that Bradley was his mate, there was probably going to be a few growing pains as Ryan got used to the idea.
Better to let him sleep
.

He opened the door as quietly as he could and closed it behind him before he padded down the hall. If nothing else he could get a glass of something to drink from the fridge. He was dying of thirst. He rounded the corner from the hallway and jumped as he nearly collided with the tall frame in his way.

He skidded backward and almost fell. Who was—the guy turned his head and relief went through Bradley. “Damn, Regan. You scared the piss out of me!” he whispered, glaring up at his lover’s twin.

Regan smirked, his lip tilting up on one side mockingly. “Sorry. I didn’t know you were such a light sleeper. I figured with all the screaming from earlier that you and Ry would be passed out until morning.”

Bradley blushed at the mention of his screaming earlier. Granted, he had been rather loud. But wasn’t it impolite to say so? His balls were aching from the session and he was sore all over, but it was a good sore. “What are you doing here anyway?” he asked, curious.

Regan shrugged. “Ryan always has OJ, and I had a craving for some.” He pointed to the door that Bradley had assumed was the pantry. “That door leads down to my half of the house. There was talk at one time of us closing it up and having two completely separate spaces, but it wasn’t practical. We’re both too much a part of one another’s business, and it would be a bitch to have to go outside every time one of us wanted in the other’s place.”

“Keep your voice down, please,” Bradley said, crossing over to the fridge. Orange juice sounded like heaven right now. “Ryan is still sleeping.”