Authors: Bailey Bradford

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BOOK: Don't Drink the Holy Water

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There was a faint, golden-red trail of hair bisecting Nathan’s abs. It thinned more as it went up before finally disappearing. Nathan’s chest was hairless, his pecs well-formed and topped with small brown nipples. There wasn’t a freckle on Nathan’s fair skin. Marcus’ hands itched to touch him.

Nathan twirled around and pulled his shirt off, giving Marcus his back. That was a good view, too, since Marcus loved every inch of Nathan, plus, Nathan had the sexiest ass on the planet—plump and firm at the same time.

And the man knew how to shake it, as he did then, setting those globes to jiggling while he unfastened the braid.

Marcus fisted his own cock and began to stroke it. “You know, maybe
I
should bend
you
over the counter, hm?”

“Round two, this ass is all yours.” Nathan slapped his right buttock, hard enough it had to leave a mark. “But I want to fuck you this time.”

Marcus clenched his lower half, from his bottom down. He was intensely aware of his asshole and his desire to have it stretched and filled. “Yeah, that’d be… That’d be good.”

“Good?” Nathan peered over his shoulder before giving his head a shake, sending his thick red hair flying out like a silken waterfall.

“Better than good,” Marcus tried before scoffing at himself. “Nathan, you can’t expect my brain to function at optimum capacity when you’re stripping for me.”

“I dunno,” Nathan mused, giving a slow roll of his hips. “That was quite a coherent sentence from you. I mean—” He tucked his thumbs under the back of his waistband. “You used the words ‘optimum capacity’ and all. You aren’t
that
distracted.”

Marcus pushed himself up to kneeling and shook his cock at Nathan. “Does this look like I’m not really,
really
aroused?” Marcus whimpered. “Nathan, please, please don’t tease me much more.” He needed Nathan more than ever. All their years together, their desire for one another had never dimmed, had only grown.

“Sure thing, honey.” Nathan pulled his pants down and bent over at the same time, exposing his ass.

Marcus sucked in a sharp breath as he got a glimpse of Nathan’s asshole before Nathan stood up again.

A faint pink handprint marred the creamy white skin of one cheek. Nathan reached back and patted it. “You like that?”

Marcus nodded. “There’s not one thing about you I don’t love.”

Nathan spun around and grinned. “Aw, for that, you get a blow job before I fuck you into the ground.”

“Ground?” Marcus asked, everything inside him going tight with lust.

“Floor, ground, tub.” Nathan flapped one hand. “Does the surface really matter when I’m going to be fucking you until you scream for me?”

Marcus’ mouth and throat went dry. He coughed and tried to speak, but had to settle for shaking his head.

Nathan winked at him then patted the edge of the tub. “Come have a seat here. Let me”—he ran one finger up his own shaft—“have a good look at your goods.”

Marcus stood and plucked a towel from the bar by the tub. He tossed the towel onto the floor, then sat down, legs spread wide, feet on the floor, offering his mate access to everything.

“Very nice,” Nathan purred, sounding for all the world like a cat rather than a wolf. He bent and kissed Marcus, taking his mouth in a rough possession that stirred Marcus’ wolf.

He grabbed Nathan, gripping his biceps and jerking his body closer.

Nathan growled and bit Marcus’ lips, leaving them stinging and hot. He plunged his tongue in and swept it over Marcus’, pushing, battling, staking his claim.

Marcus curled his fingers, holding tighter as he began to shake, his need so great it threatened to wreck him. He craved Nathan, every day with more intensity. The mate bond between them was incredibly strong, unlike any Marcus had ever heard of.

He quit thinking about that when Nathan bit him again, then began a slow, nipping, sucking glide of lips on skin, down Marcus’ jawline, to that sweet spot below his right ear. Marcus panted as he clung to Nathan, moaned as Nathan trailed kisses down to Marcus’ chest.

“Fuck,” Marcus rasped when Nathan bit one nipple and pinched the other. At the same time, he cupped Marcus’ balls and rolled them. “Fuck me, Nathan. Please, I need you so bad!” Marcus rushed the words out, running them together, slurring them as pleasure spike from his tits to his cock and balls, then bounced back up to all points in between.

“N-N-N—” He quit trying to speak coherently when Nathan gave his nipples a particularly sharp twist. Marcus moaned and let his head fall back as he let go of Nathan, unable to find the strength to do more than just feel.

“So fucking sexy,” Nathan said, then Marcus’ cock was engulfed in silky wet heat as Nathan took him down to the base.

Marcus shouted and likely would have fallen back into the tub had Nathan not wound an arm around his waist. Marcus thrust his shaft into Nathan’s throat, another hoarse cry ripped from him when Nathan swallowed, working Marcus’ shaft to perfection.

And Nathan slid his other hand back, prodding, pushing until he nudged the dry fingertip into Marcus’ hole.

Marcus came with a sudden, blinding shock of bliss, his entire body jerking, bright spots erupting behind his closed lids. He was dimly aware of reaching out and grabbing handfuls of Nathan’s hair, of calling out his mate’s name repeatedly as pleasure tore through him like an invader taking over every part of him.

He’d barely had time to draw a breath before Nathan had him bent over the side of the tub. Marcus grunted as his belly pressed against the now-warm porcelain and his ass cheeks were spread apart.

Nathan licked him from the top of his crease down to his hole, and without any warning, pushed his tongue right in.

Marcus arched his back and stretched his arms out to hold on to the side of the tub. “Eat me, baby,” he urged, and Nathan did just that, making loud, lewd noises as he licked and sucked and rimmed Marcus’ ass.

Then Nathan was covering him, jerking Marcus back at the same time, forcing Marcus down onto his fat cock. There was little lube, which meant Nathan likely used just spit, and white-hot lust shot up Marcus’ spine. This would be a hard, rough fuck with the bite of pain Marcus sometimes wanted.

Like now, as Nathan pressed that thick cockhead into him, spreading Marcus’ ring just a little too fast, a little too much for it not to ache.

That ache traveled throughout Marcus, igniting the primitive part of him. He snarled and slammed back, taking all of Nathan’s shaft, setting his own ass on fire in a way that wasn’t painful, but addictive.

Nathan’s feral noises added to Marcus’ arousal. He loved it when Nathan went wild and let go of his control.

Marcus drove back, his ass smacking against Nathan’s groin as Nathan thrust harder and harder.

Nathan pulled Marcus up onto his knees and fucked him less with finesse and more with power. He pinched and pulled at Marcus’ nipples until they were hot and sore, then Nathan gripped Marcus’ thighs and pulled them farther apart. The change in position made it harder for Marcus to have any control at all and he loved it—and Nathan—for stripping him so thoroughly.

Nathan’s hips snapped faster and he dragged one hand up to jack Marcus’ dick. At the same time, he cupped Marcus’ balls and gave them a light squeeze.

Marcus mewled, unable to even move as he gave himself over to Nathan completely.

Nathan pressed the tip of one nail against Marcus’ slit and Marcus came undone, the roar that he loosed burning his throat as his cock pulsed with his release.

The second the last shot was out, Nathan spun Marcus and pushed him down onto the floor on his belly.

Then Nathan really
did
let loose, fucking Marcus hard, driving his breath from him with every deep penetration. Marcus thought he’d come that way, but Nathan surprised him, pulling out and ordering, “On your back,” in a raw voice.

Marcus flopped gracelessly over. Nathan scooped up Marcus’ legs and was back to fucking him in seconds.

Marcus’ hole burned and he felt well-used. He was folded almost in half, and Nathan was driving into his ass over and over, grunting, sweating, as feral as a shifter could be without actually changing forms. The bite wasn’t unexpected or unwelcome when it came, Nathan sinking his teeth deep into the join of Marcus’ neck and shoulder.

A weak orgasm rippled through him as Nathan’s hips stuttered and the first jet of his cum warmed Marcus from the inside out. Nathan held still for a second, then he thrust again, and again, until finally he collapsed on top of Marcus.

Nathan left off biting him and instead nuzzled his cheek over the mate-bite. He rumbled like a happy wolf, sharing his scent with his mate.

Marcus held on to Nathan and let himself drift in the afterglow. The rare moments of undisturbed peace in their lives were to be treasured, and Marcus did just that.

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About the Author

A native Texan, Bailey spends her days spinning stories around in her head, which has contributed to more than one incident of tripping over her own feet. Evenings are reserved for pounding away at the keyboard, as are early morning hours. Sleep? Doesn’t happen much. Writing is too much fun, and there are too many characters bouncing about, tapping on Bailey’s brain demanding to be let out.

Caffeine and chocolate are permanent fixtures in Bailey’s office and are never far from hand at any given time. Removing either of those necessities from Bailey’s presence can result in what is known as A Very, Very Scary Bailey and is not advised under any circumstances.

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Bailey loves to hear from readers. You can find her contact information, website and author biography at
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