What's Your Poison? (9 page)

“At the hospital, when you were…I ended up being the outlet for Remy’s emotions.” It took most of his conscious effort and thought, but he managed to stop himself from humping the air while he spoke.

Silence.

“Oh. I thought only the most submissive member of a circle becomes the valve for an alpha’s emotions. Trevor didn’t have one, and I don’t remember the last alpha having one either.”

Was Rylan seriously expecting him to carry out a normal conversation when his dick was throbbing like a rocket about to take off into outer space? “I am not now nor have I ever been submissive. This is a bigger, stronger pack now and we both know Remy’s like super alpha. I think we’re going to be noticing lots of things that are different from other packs.” After all, the vampire alpha mate also held the position as second alongside Rylan.

Rylan’s amusement smelled like apple juice as it hit Micah’s nose.

“There’s nothing wrong with being submissive, Micah.”

“I know,” he snarled. “But I’m not, so there’s no need to talk about it.”

“Yes, dear.”

“Jerk. I’m in pain here,” he whined pitifully.

“Hmm, if I was a jerk. I don’t think I’d do this…” Rylan spun the chair and Micah around and sank to his knees.

With deft fingers, Rylan quickly undid his jeans. He lifted his hips up and his mate slid the denim down and off. Being freed from the tight confines was a relief, but the sight of Rylan kneeling between his spread legs did nothing to cool his ardour. “Please don’t tease,” he begged.

He knew Rylan loved to drive him wild, binging him to the edge over and over again without allowing him any proper release, and Micah just couldn’t take it this time. His body was on fire and needed to come. He felt like he was in heat. Hell, he’d get on his hands and knees and present his ass to his mate if it got him some action
right now.
None of his hang-ups were firing on all cylinders. Rylan could do whatever he wanted to him.

“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you. I can feel an echo of what you’re going through and I know it hurts. Let me help you feel better.” The look in Rylan’s eyes was almost feral, and Micah inhaled sharply.

Rylan fisted his erection and leaned down to take Micah in his mouth.

“Oh!” Micah’s hips pumped up without his conscious volition, pushing himself deeper into the wet heat of Rylan’s mouth

The other wolf gagged a little and he forced himself to rein in his demanding desire. “Sorry. Sorry,” he whimpered, shaking with need.

Rylan’s hands came up to grip his hips, then slid under him, clutching at his ass to push upwards.

Micah looked down into Rylan’s big green eyes and saw no discomfort or anger, only a powerful lust.

It was clear that his mate wanted to him to thrust, but he didn’t trust himself. He put his hands on the arms of the wooden chair and pushed up experimentally.

Rylan, seemingly determined to drive him insane for one reason or another, didn’t even let go, just came along with him for a ride, his fingers digging into the flesh of Micah’s ass cheeks hard enough that he knew he’d have shallow half-moon cuts and bruises on his rump for days. His wolf didn’t like to heal any mark Rylan left on him. They’d definitely be there for the next pack run. He couldn’t imagine how embarrassing that was going to be. No doubt, Rylan would just stand beside him and laugh his ass off. It wouldn’t be the first time.

With another push up, he was on his feet, shoving the chair away.

Now standing, he gave himself over to Rylan.

His mate got the message and began pulling Micah forward, swallowing more of him. The hands on his ass tightened and he let them guide him, watching his hard cock disappear between Rylan’s pink stretched lips.

The gentle pushes changed to harder shoves and Micah went up on his toes when one of Rylan’s fingers wiggled between his clenched cheeks and teased the very tip into his ass. The dry slight invasion gave him a whole new sensory pleasure, and Rylan eased the finger in more on every retreat from his mouth, swallowing and licking on the forward motion.

“More, please.” It felt good, but it wasn’t enough to let him come.

Rylan leaned away from him and Micah shivered as the cool air hit his wet dick, making goose bumps break out over the rest of his skin. He thought his mate was going to renege on the promise not to tease—he recognised the mischievous glint and didn’t trust it. It was what had convinced him to fuck in the pantry, the hall closet and the garage. Each and every time they’d gotten caught by one of the enforcers and he’d had to avoid them for the rest of the week.

“Rylan…”

His intent to warn his mate not to do anything
cruel
because he didn’t have the control to assure it didn’t go too far fluttered right out of his head when Rylan licked him like a lollypop.

“You know…I always fantasised about you being here like this, at my mercy,” Rylan mused, giving him another long, slow lick.

“Really?” Micah rocked forward just a little, trying to tempt Rylan into doing it again.

“Yes. I’d lie awake at night after an argument with you and wonder how long I could string you along, how long I could make you wait before I gave you orgasm.”

Fuck. He’d known Rylan had a mean streak in him, and he’d gladly turned himself over for Rylan’s brand of punishment before, but was this really the time?

“Rylan…” His voice contained the deepness of his wolf that time.

The hand on the base of his dick tightened and he had to concede that Rylan definitely had the upper hand. Literally.

“Don’t come, and you can fuck me on the couch,” Rylan promised, eyes gleaming with challenge.

“Deal.”

The bargain struck, Micah barely had time to take a breath before Rylan renewed his oral attack, sucking on the head of his cock while that finger pushed deeper into his ass. He thought that was it, but he should have known better. Rylan dropped his other hand and cupped his balls, rolling them in this palm expertly with just the right amount of pressure he liked.

Fuck. “Oh. So good.”

He was going to lose.

Oh well. They hadn’t agreed what Rylan would get when he won—he assumed it was that the man got to fuck him on the couch instead. That was hardly a concession.

Micah let Rylan coax him to the brink. He felt the release bubbling up inside him, starting at the bottom of his spine, then his balls. He closed his eyes and jack-knifed his hips. Rylan’s tongue speared into his slit…then the hot mouth, probing finger and rolling hand disappeared suddenly. His pending orgasm cut off before it took root and faded away.

“No!” His shout echoed through the library, bouncing off the stacks.

“You win,” Rylan declared, letting go of him and standing.

His wolf was immediately alert, cocking his head to try and decipher what his mate was up to.

When Rylan whipped his shirt over his head and flung it behind him, he caught sight of the T shaped brand on his arm, and Micah’s wolf went deathly still at the reminder that there was still someone out there he needed to kill. Slowly.

“Come on, we’ve talked about this,” Rylan said with a chiding tone, having obviously sensed the dark rage festering and seen where his stare was aimed.

“I know.” He kept his answer short and closed his eyes. He concentrated on the even rhythm of his breathing and calmed his savage beast that was baying for blood to avenge their mate. He’d come to terms with a lot of things recently. His blood lust was not one of them. It scared him how much he wanted Trevor’s death to be at his hands. He reassured himself that Rylan was okay now, that he was physically fully recovered and the mental scars were starting to heal as well.

But that wasn’t strictly true. Rylan still refused to shift, hating that his beautiful fur was gone and showed no signs of growing back. His mate flat out rejected the idea of going to talk to someone about what he’d gone through, saying it was enough to talk to him. Micah wasn’t so sure

In the end, it took him several minutes to calm down, and when he opened his eyes, Rylan was there, standing in front of him naked and glorious with shiny eyes like he’d seen every thought that had flowed through Micah’s head. Maybe he had. The bond between them was still new, and something they didn’t fully understand. It constantly surprised them.

“You okay?”

“Yeah,” he answered with a voice like sandpaper.

Rylan came over to him and cupped his face, staring into his eyes for what seemed like forever. Not once did his wolf look away or want Rylan to, either. The dominance issue was a non-starter because Rylan never brought it into the intimate moments when they were alone, and Micah never openly disagreed with Rylan in public. That was for private. After Rylan kicked ass at the challenges, his wolf had settled, comfortable that his mate was able to look after himself. He still trained with him every day, though.

Another surge of lust hit him like a battering ram out of the blue and he would have fallen to his knees if Rylan hadn’t caught him and guided him over to the plush leather couch.

“I know you’ve thought about this, fantasised about me bouncing on your dick and coming all over you. I think secretly I’m not the only one that gets hot thinking of the danger of getting caught, of someone walking in on us,” Rylan whispered in his ear, pushing him onto the soft leather and straddling him.

Skin on skin contact was almost enough to let his wolf buck his control and claim Rylan all over again. The lust marauding like a wild thing inside him wanted all that and more—it wanted Rylan desperate and contorted in ecstasy as he ploughed into him with everything he had.

But…

“I do love the risk—it adds a fervour that lets me cut loose. And the sight of you dancing on my dick is something I must have dreamed about a hundred times.” It really was a fantasy. Yet now he wanted something else. He didn’t want the primal leaked lust from his alpha to dictate what they did together. He needed to come, and his balls must be turning blue, but he’d rather suffer that than have an outside force influence and be between them. That had never been part of the fantasy.

Pulling back, Rylan gave him a confused frown. “Then why don’t you sound enthused?”

“Any other time you come to me and say you want to bounce on my cock, I’ll drop to the floor right then and there and beg if that’s what you want. Now, however, I don’t want to fuck. I want to make love, slowly and looking into your eyes, and you can laugh if you want because I know how sappy and cheesy that sounds. Fuck, it really does,” he groaned, scraping a hand over his face. He was fucking this up.

With his face softening, Rylan pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. “I want that, too.”

“You do?”

Micah’s heart almost beat out of his chest when Rylan nodded and pushed him back to lean against the comfy cushions so he was in a reclined sitting position.

“You have lube?”

Rylan wiggled the sachet and winked. “Never leave our room without it. Never know when a dark corner will be vacant for some fun.”

“It better only be me you’re having
fun
with,” he growled possessively, wolf on edge.

“Don’t even jokingly throw that insult around, asshat.” Rylan’s eyes cooled significantly, as he stared right back at him and Micah could see the other wolf rising in preparation for an argument.

“Sorry. My wolf is a bit crazy at the moment, and I saw red.” He took the sachet and ripped it open. Rylan held his hand out and Micah divided the lube in half, emptying the packet onto his fingers and Rylan’s.

He reached back and traced his fingers down Rylan’s crease until he came to what he sought. Pushing one finger in almost immediately made his mate squeak and rise up on his knees. The new position placed Rylan’s long, thick erection at his chest level, the damp tip jabbing the hollow at the base of his throat. The deep, lusty scent of the other wolf made his stomach flip-flop. He wriggled down a little until he could swipe at the glossy slit with his tongue. The flavour burst over his taste buds and he moaned.

“Stop it or I’ll come,” Rylan said with a whimper, pulling away to escape another lick. That only pushed Micah’s finger deeper inside. He hooked it slightly, mercilessly rubbing the hot button inside that sent Rylan into overdrive, pushing up then sinking down on his finger.

He added another finger and kept Rylan caught between the digits and his tongue as he kept licking Rylan’s cock every time it came close enough to get more of the slightly salty ambrosia.

By the time he added the fourth finger he was wondering if there was an even better way to spend the lustful energy. How long could he keep Rylan caught between one pleasure and another before the wolf snapped, threw him over the back of the sofa and fucked him into passing out?

“I’m ready,” Rylan groaned, impatiently lifting off Micah, halting that train of thought. Rylan’s fingers wrapped around his length and pumped, coating him with the remaining lube on his hand.

“You sure?”

“Yes. Now.” The note of demand only made it hotter when Micah obeyed. Grabbing hold of his cock and pumping it once, twice to make sure it was slick enough, he aimed it so Rylan could sit on him.

Their gazes met, and Micah forgot everything except this moment. They stared at each other and he barely breathed, certainly didn’t blink.

All at once, Rylan eased down onto his cock, taking him into a heat so tight he had to fight not to close his eyes. Rylan’s audible gulp reached his ears and his gaze slipped down to those pink and slightly swollen lips. They screamed blow job and his wolf proudly preened.

He wet his lips as he sat forward. He settled his hands on Rylan’s back and brought them closer together until their torsos touched and Rylan’s arms came to rest around his neck, fingers in the hair he’d let grow longer just so Rylan could tug it and play with it.

“I love you, Rylan.” He might not say it as often as he should, but he tried to show it every day. Despite the horrible circumstances that had led to this, he would never regret mating Rylan.

Rylan’s smile reached his eyes and lit up the whole room. “I love you, Micah. Even though you’re still kind of an ass.”