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hungry. Cal opened for him instantly, licking at him with

greedy little noises, his hands pushing down between them

with sudden urgency. Ray licked him back, his tongue,

behind his teeth, lapping up his sweetness.

When he couldn"t breathe, when the stars he saw

weren"t just fairy sparkle, and his hands were bruising that

skin, he tore his mouth away. Cal tossed his head, inhaled,

and launched back into him with soft, quick, feverish

caresses, fluttering and tantalizing. Ray had a thought, that

he shouldn"t be rough, shouldn"t mark, because he wasn"t

Cal"s mate, but each attempt to slow, to stop, got him shoved

back into the seat, with knees pressing into his legs and Cal

gripping his sides until Ray turned his head and opened his

mouth and found shimmering, warm skin.

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He bit down, not hard, but holding, and Cal gasped,

practically begging him to break the skin. His arousal was

outlined by worn jeans, pressing into Ray, pounding with the

same heat that was under his skin. “Ray. Ray. Please. Go

ahead.”

He couldn"t know what he was asking, Ray realized, and

then nearly moaned at what he was giving up. But this had

to stop. He took his hands and mouth away in one move,

then twisted his head to look around Cal, not exactly seeing

the view out the window but needing to calm himself.

Cal didn"t push him this time, though he didn"t stop his

hands from petting over him, stroking, not soothing, though

he may have meant it that way. Or not. He slipped one hand

down to Ray"s fly, down the zipper, along the length of his

swollen cock.

“Well, knick knack paddy whack.”

“What?” Ray was possibly drunk. On what, he had no

idea. Maybe that"s what it was like to kiss a fairy, though he

didn"t think so. His head was swimming, his body heavy with

charm and sparkle and Cal-scent. Cal-scent. He could have

rolled in it. Cal"s fingers traced him through his pants, hot

arousal, slowly down and then up. Ray didn"t fight it.

“What?” he asked again.

“Give a dog a bone.” Cal"s laugh seemed ridiculously

happy. It made Ray look at him. Then out again. His brain

momentarily cleared. Fuck.

“We"re in the parking lot,” he realized out loud, the

department parking lot. Anyone could have seen them.

Could
still
see them. He shifted and shot Cal a glare that

didn"t have its full force behind it, as Cal"s hand was still

stroking his dick through his jeans. He became aware that

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his mouth was open, that he was panting. He possibly

whined.

“Cal.” Cal might have had no shame, but he took one

look at Ray and sighed. With a pout, he shifted back. Ray

winced, and Cal slid gracefully up to his feet, coincidentally

putting his crotch in Ray"s face.

His dick smelled familiar and delicious. Inviting. Ray

reached out and then forced his hands back down. To his

lap, which was now empty. His hard on was also very

obvious. He looked out at any possible witnesses, cursing

them and himself for caring when Cal didn"t, and tried to

straighten his clothes. He wasn"t sure when Cal had undone

his tie, or his shirt for that matter.

He coughed. “We shouldn"t—”

“Don"t you dare, Branigan.” Cal was suddenly in his

face, fierce, pink in his cheeks, the scent of
Ray
at his

mouth. Ray stared at him for a long moment, trying and

failing to think of anything but hunger and loneliness, that

long ago tang of unfulfilled need. He smelled it too, and the

scent wasn"t only coming from him.

He nodded, unbelievably tense, shaking and hoping

once again Cal couldn"t see in the dark. “My place?”

“The love cave?” Cal"s ferocity only shifted into

something far more irresistible. “I"m there.”

CAL refused to sit in the backseat for the drive but had

enough sense not to touch Ray until the car was parked

again. Not that it really mattered, not with his scent clinging

to every inch of the car and to every inch of Ray.

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But he had barely even removed his seatbelt before Ray

was out and around the car, opening the passenger door to

pick him up and haul him up into his arms. They hit the

side of the car, Cal letting out a little “oof!” of surprise before

going with it, wrapping his legs around Ray and allowing Ray

and the car to keep him up. His hands held tight to Ray"s

suit, his head went back. This kiss wasn"t gentle, either.

If Ray slowed down, he"d think, end this, and that was

the last thing he wanted. He"d been breathing in Cal from a

distance for over two years, and now his hands couldn"t let

go of him.

It was like they"d never stopped. Ray grunted, on fire to

feel Cal opening his shirt, stroking his chest hair, to feel the

shuddery moan that slipped from Cal when his ass was

crushed against the car door. He rolled his hips in the next

second, riding, pushing up as Ray ground down, just right,

and his moan became words.

“Do it, Ray. Please. I want it. Please, Ray.” And Ray had

the vaguest thought that they were still outside, that

allowances might be made for shameless fairies and even for

werewolves desperate for their soulmate, but not for a cop,

and sucked Cal"s pouty lower lip between his teeth to shut

him up, to taste him. To bite and mark.

Cal allowed it. Ray"s need for him was a painful,

beautiful thing.

He kissed him there to make up for the display of teeth,

power, licking at hot, full, sweet lips and trying to slow, to at

least make it inside. He grunted as they left the car, distantly

amused at the flapping of Cal"s wings, as if that would propel

them inside faster. He forgot his amusement when they

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slammed into his front door though, Cal wriggling for faster,

now, hurry, and Ray"s keys still a tangle in his pocket.

One of Cal"s hands left Ray long enough for a flare of

light to extend over his keychain, and in a daze, Ray watched

the right key seem to glow. He unlocked the door, stumbled

inside, and—barely—got the door closed behind them before

Cal was sliding to his feet and pulling him down for another

kiss.

“Please.” Ray was begging in the moments he could

breathe, watching his coat and tie go flying, shivering as air

and then Cal"s hands caressed his chest. His shirt

disappeared. He felt surrounded by light. “Please, Cal, I don"t

want to hurt you.” He wasn"t sure what he meant, too many

things since Cal couldn"t possibly know what he was asking,

but Cal actually laughed as he yanked at the waist of Ray"s

pants.

Then his mouth was everywhere, at Ray"s shoulders, his

arms, nipples, stomach. Cal came up again, streaming out

words in Fairy, and then guttural near-growls, and suddenly

Ray"s pants were at his ankles. Cal stretched on his toes,

arms up, urging Ray to undress him too, then leaned back

when Ray touched him, his body on display as Ray pulled

his shirt from him, somehow careful of his wings.

Something about that seemed to push Cal further.

“Smell me, Ray. Am I scared?” He switched back to English,

whispering with his face to Ray"s skin. He was tasting,

savoring, as though Ray was made of orange zest and

rosewater and had been rolled in confectioner"s sugar.

“No.” Ray didn"t hesitate because
happy/safe/want
was

ripe on Cal"s skin, along with a desire so strong it had to be

an ache. So much need, he was shaking with it. His hands

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grabbed hard enough to bruise at the thought, and Cal

gasped hoarsely.

“I can"t wait, Ray. Not anymore.” Cal"s hand landed over

his at the waistband of his jeans, getting in the way, trying to

pull them open before Ray could, and Ray let out a snarl as

he shoved Cal"s hand aside and pushed his jeans down. Bare

skin underneath, no underwear, not for Cal, and Ray cupped

his dick, petting, teasing, claiming.

Cal made another sound, heady and sweet, and put his

head against Ray"s chest, his mouth open. He was almost

crying. “Now, Ray, do it.” The plea getting louder when Ray

turned him, all urgency once his face was to the door and

Ray was behind him.

“Want/want/want.” Cal was
saying
it, repeating it, his

wings spreading as Ray stepped in behind him. Ray ducked

his head, inhaling, growling against Cal"s neck. Cal. Here.

His cock was heavy and his skin hot, and it wasn"t enough.

“Callalily.” It was animal, wolf, what he felt, pushing

into him, sliding home, and he savored the shudder in Cal as

he bit down. Power over him, she had hinted.
Callalily
, he

thought it, wanted it. There was another flare of light,

bursting at the edges of his vision so that Cal was all he saw,

and then Cal was pushing back. He groaned, hurt,

uncomfortable, or happy, Ray couldn"t tell, and when he

tried to slow, pull his mouth away to ask, Cal banged his

hands into the door and then splayed them wide.

“Don"t you dare, Branigan,” he ordered once more, voice

tight, only to go weak when Ray slid a hand around to stroke

him. “More.” Cal was feverish but insistent, slick in Ray"s

hand when Ray bit down again, and his teeth held Cal still,

and Ray"s other hand pressed tightly into his hip. He

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couldn"t catch his breath, his sweat rich, like it was reaching

out and demanding even more, harder, and his hands

slammed into the wall again. His fingers curled.

“This is it, isn"t it? What you—” He choked, shoving

back into Ray, and he was everything his scent had ever

promised. “Yes, Ray. Yes.”

Ray was dizzy, hungry, salt and iron in his mouth, going

blind with the light around them, and the sweet air, roses

and wine and cupcakes and chocolates. It was like running,

running home with the wind in his fur, and he was howling,

growling, into Cal"s skin, and Cal was moaning and bright

and finishing too, with a shivery, achy cry.

It was new, being like this. And when the haze finally

cleared, when the lights were normal—if they"d ever really

been that bright—and he could suck down oxygen, and Cal

started to lift his head, Ray ducked his, keeping Cal"s face

turned away from him as he licked at the marks he"d made.

Dark, red half-circles of teeth, and thin trails of blood

that would heal before his eyes if he watched long enough.

But he swept his tongue over that, too, breathing in as much

as he was tasting, nosing at Cal"s hair. He wasn"t ready for

speech yet, but he could be gentle.

Cal"s hand flew back, landed on Ray"s hip, not quite

pushing him away, not quite pulling him closer. Ray dropped

his mouth to his back, above his wings, lapping at clean

sweat.

“Whoa.” Cal was loose and melting, suddenly shivering

into him as though uncaring of how exposed he was, how

very delicious he was to Ray.

Ray opened his hands, smoothing them over Cal"s skin,

his chest, hips, his stomach. It was sticky, warm. Smelled

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good. Ray followed that too, closing his eyes and bending

down as Cal slid around and put his back to the door.

Cal was breathing hard again, his fingers spinning,

twisting in Ray"s hair as Ray lapped at the come splattered

on his stomach. His come hinted of sugar, no surprise there.

Ray puffed out a breath and then sucked at Cal"s navel, then

lower, found his soft dick and made Cal whimper his name.

It was really all he needed. He pulled his mouth free so

he could slide to his knees, to the floor, and pull Cal with

him. Cal was a full-grown man, and yet was almost no

weight in Ray"s lap. His eyes were closed as Ray licked at his

bite marks, his bruises, from the front this time, and he

smelled incredible. Like Ray, all over, but still Cal.

Ray
was
drunk. He fell back suddenly, heavy and

aroused again and attempted to focus when Cal stretched