Only with this man did he lose himself to his beast. And the creature wanted more. It wanted a fight, a playful interlude he considered foreplay. As much as Gray didn’t want to see Decker as a sexual, attractive partner, he could no longer deny he’d been avoiding the truth for too long.
“Who are you calling a pussy?” Gray taunted. “You’re so big and
clumsy,
you trip over your own feet. In the time it takes you to
change
, I’m normally protecting you from getting your ass handed to you by the enemy.”
Instead of growling back, Decker grinned. “Where’s the enemy now, hero?” He tugged Gray’s cock.
“’Cause you seem pretty happy to see me.”
Hearing the hated
hero
on Decker’s lips pushed him past reason. Gray roared and yanked Decker’s hand from his pants. Then he shoved Decker to the floor and landed hard on top of him. They grappled and fought, not doing any more damage than a scrape here, a bruise there. Until they lay on top of one another, chest to chest, groin to groin.
“Fuck.” Decker panted, his eyes wild, his body steel hard and hot. “Let me suck you off. Let me lick you down and swallow you whole.” Then the bastard added, “Please.”
Gray kissed him and dueled with his tongue while he shoved a hand between them. He found the wet front of Decker’s sweats and groaned, aroused anew that his partner desired him. Male Circs, when aroused, secreted a lubricant to ease penetration. By the amount saturating Decker’s pants, the Circ wanted Gray.
Badly.
As much as Gray wanted him.
To Gray’s shock, his cock was slick as well. He’d never before reacted the way other Circs did. He didn’t have mating heats, and he didn’t grow hard and wet for his sexual partner.
Packaged lube and condoms all the way with women when he went back door.
Until this morning, with a man.
With Decker.
His partner ripped his mouth away and growled, “Do it.” Then he bucked into Gray’s hand when Gray nicked his cock with a claw. “Oh fuck.
Yeah, more.
Make it hurt, Gray.”
Gray instinctively knew what Decker needed. He bit the man’s shoulder and scraped his chest with his freed hand, clawing rows of possession down Decker’s hard chest. With his other hand, he jerked him off with fierce tugs, making sure to graze his balls as well.
The scent of chocolate, need, and all-consuming lust saturated the area until Gray breathed Decker in and out.
“Yes. Yes.” Decker came hard, flooding Gray’s hand. “All of it. Oh shit, take it. For you,” came out in a raspy plea, the beast purring once more. “Rub it in.”
Gray took his partner’s cum and rubbed it over his own belly, liking the mingled smell of Decker over him. Circs didn’t worry about infection or disease, and with no risk of pregnancy with Decker, he had no need of a condom, making it pure pleasure to feel his partner’s seed over his skin. The scent permeated the air, drawing him closer, and increased his own need. He literally hurt, ablaze with the need to fuck Sebastian Decker. A mating heat he finally experienced for this one impossible male.
Decker lay passive beneath him. Then he turned his head to the right, a subtle surrender Gray accepted without hesitation. He let go of Decker and jumped to his feet.
“Up on your knees.”
Hastily obeying, Decker didn’t ask questions. He wrenched Gray’s pants down and took his thick cock to the back of his throat.
“
Motherfucker
.
Oh yeah. That’s it.” Gray couldn’t help thrusting as he stared down at Decker’s lips wrapped around his shaft. Large hands fondled his inner thighs and sac, and he nearly lost it. But he didn’t want it to be over so soon and forced himself to hold on.
“You’re good at this.
So good.”
He sighed and ran the tip of a claw over Decker’s cheek. Watching his mate—
the man
, he corrected his beast’s thoughts in a hurry—hollow his cheeks as he blew him was a sight he’d never forget. A carnal memory he’d take to his grave. And then Decker blew his mind.
Literally.
He sucked harder and shoved one slick, human finger inside Gray’s virgin ass.
Gray roared and clenched Decker’s shoulders as he came down his partner’s throat. The orgasm blinded him, the rushing climax obliterating all thought from Gray, the man, until only affection and need remained behind in the beast.
Decker swallowed him down and licked his cock clean. Then he stood on shaky legs, still
changed
, and still Gray’s. Without thinking about the wrongness of it all, Gray heeded his beast.
“Go lie on my bed, facedown. I want that ass in the air. It’s time I showed you
who’s
really in charge.”
Bas trembled on his hands and knees at the edge of the bed, so far gone in lust and in love, he was beside himself. He’d been waiting for this moment for months.
Years.
Hell, forever. And he’d finally had a taste of Grayson Belle.
Like heaven
was all he could think while his lover waited behind him, his breath hot against Bas’s lower back.
“I love this ass.”
Bas had to remind himself this was no dream. His beast had forced him to make a move and finally prodded Gray into taking him. Well, almost. His sphincter clenched, his desire urging him to take control of the situation once more. But he’d submitted to the stronger male. Well, not necessarily stronger, but certainly more dominant.
And he loved it.
“I want to fuck you, Decker.”
“Bas.
Call me Bas.”
Silence.
“Bas.”
Light-headed at the acceptance he could almost taste, Bas waited while Gray joined him on the bed. The Circ nudged his knees wider and palmed his ass.
“Oh yeah.”
Gray sounded hoarse, despite the gruffness of his beast’s vocal cords.
“Such a tight,
fuckable
ass.”
He pulled Bas’s cheeks apart and settled the tip of his cock at his entrance. “You have done this before, right?”
Bas could hear the need vibrating in the male, yet Gray would never intentionally harm someone he cared about. Even Bas, who annoyed him to no end, would never find true pain without pleasure at Gray’s hands, which was part of the reason Bas had fallen so hard for the guy.
He cleared his throat.
“Yeah.
Have you?”
Gray stilled behind him, and Bas wondered if he’d said the wrong thing. He’d suspected Gray had never been with a man before. Would the reminder he was supposed to be straight scare him away?
Oh shit. Not now. Not when I’m so close—
He groaned as Gray slipped inside and stretched him out. The first push burned until his beast took charge and eased his flesh around Gray.
The benefits of being Circ.
The pain normally present at such a breaching faded quickly. And the ability to stay hard and come all night couldn’t be ignored either.
“Never fucked a guy before.
Not until you.” Gray continued to move forward until he seated himself all the way, balls-deep, inside him. “Fuck, you’re hot.
So tight.”
Gray moaned and pulled out, then thrust in again.
“Yes,” Bas hissed. “You’re so big. I want to feel that cum heat me up inside. Give it to me.”
Mate
sat on the edge of his tongue. But even his beast knew it was too soon to spring that happy truth on Gray. So he rocked on his hands and knees as the best lover he’d ever had fucked him senseless.
Even the reach-around as Gray did him was perfect. Not awkward, despite their largeness or positioning. Of course, when Gray was on the verge of slipping out of him, Bas unconsciously used his telekinesis to keep him there.
An instinctive move to continue the pleasure.
Bas came suddenly and shouted as he spent on Gray’s sheets. And Gray continued to milk him, pulling yet another orgasm from him. The seed covered Gray, but instead of wiping his hand on Bas, Gray pulled it away.
Then Bas heard the unmistakable sound of Gray sucking his fingers and clenched his ass tight.
“That’s it, baby. Keep me in. God, you taste good.
Cocoa and butter.
So damn sweet,” Gray whispered and came on a strangled cry. He gripped Bas’s hips hard as he pulsed.
Bas felt the bursts of semen bathe his sensitive rectum. The Circ ability to sense completion was like nothing he’d ever felt as a human. But what struck him most was that Gray had called him
baby
. He wondered if his lover realized what he’d said.
“Shit. You’re a mess. I’m a mess. My bed…”
“Is a mess,” Bas finished for him. “Go figure.”
Gray chuckled.
“Still an asshole.
No wonder you grew on me.” He pulled out and sighed. “God, I’m tired. So why do I feel ready for another go-round?”
Bas wanted to accommodate him, but weakness invaded his limbs, and he fell on his face. Embarrassed, he tried to make light of it, but Gray wouldn’t let him.
“Shit. You okay?” Gray turned him over and stared down at him with worry. “Damn. I’m sorry. Hold on.” With little effort, Gray carried him—like a
friggin
’
girl
—into an oversize shower.
Obviously made with Circs in mind.
“I’m good. Jesus, put me down.” Bas struggled until Gray set him on his feet again. “I’m okay.
Just a little done in by that huge cock.”
Gray relaxed and grinned. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
“Thanks. So maybe you’ll let me gag you on it next time?”
Gray smiled but didn’t answer, and Bas didn’t argue when he took charge.
They both
changed
back to human form at the same time, their minds on the same wavelength, apparently. Gray tugged Bas’s head down and lathered shampoo in his once-again short hair.
“Nice brown. Rich.”
“Not as deep as yours.” Bas blushed, feeling like a virgin who didn’t know what to say, now that he’d given up the goods, so to speak. “Gray, uh, about what happened…”
“You were right. I was being a pussy.” Gray shrugged, but Bas could tell this was anything but comfortable for him. “My beast sensed something different about you from the first.”
Bas hoped it wasn’t because of his awful telekinesis. He’d just as soon forget about his ability, because those thoughts led him to remember being sequestered in the labs while asshole scientists experimented on him, forcing him to showcase his power. He supposed he should be thankful they’d turned him Circ, or Gray would never have looked at him twice. But he didn’t want Gray to think him a freak. As far as Bas was concerned, he was as normal as any other Circ could be. And that was weird enough.
“You all right?”
Gray asked on a cough. “I mean, I’m new at this, and I might have been too rough.”
“No, no. I’m good.” Bas didn’t have to work for his smile.
“Better than good, actually.
I swing both ways, so I knew what we were doing. I’d have told you if it wasn’t okay.”
The soap ran down his legs, pooling on the floor with the water from Gray’s body.
The mingling scents of soap, Bas, and Gray—that thick sense of flora and heat and wildness—made him breathe deep.
“I know.
Smells damn good.”
Gray ran the soap over his own body, and Bas couldn’t ignore the hard-on that had returned as the water rinsed him clean.
“Great to be Circ, eh?”
Bas nodded and knelt once more in front of Gray. He licked a trail over Gray’s belly and down, where Gray’s cock stood out with prominence, not hidden by any body hair.
A true Circ. Hairless where it counted.
Bas chuckled.
“Oh yeah.
Gotta love our stamina.”
Then he opened his mouth and made Gray moan his name.
For the rest of the morning and well past noon.
* * * *
She snorted to herself in amusement.
Same enemy, different day.
The rogues sniffed the air and nodded to one another. The snow in the mountains had finally started to melt, but enough remained to cover the scent and tracks of the female they’d come to claim. She could almost hear their thoughts.
She’d evaded the others sent to bring her back for testing. But she wouldn’t escape this bunch. Not with the strength abundant in the half dozen rogues selected to mate with her. And with one of the rogue’s skin starting to turn black, signaling his slide into becoming mutant, they’d have that much more of an advantage running her down. Or so they kept telling each other.
Idiots.
“I can’t smell her.” Dave frowned. His long hair whipped around his face, framing his high cheekbones and feline eyes like a lion’s mane. He flexed his claws and breathed deep. “I don’t like it.”
Mike nodded at the two others with them, and they split up, leaving Mike and Dave together to hunt her from the southern perimeter around this particular finger of land. “Something’s off with her. I’m not sure what it is, but no way
some fucking bitch goes
this long without getting caught. She has to have help.”
Dave nodded.
“A fucking year.
No way.”
They spent the next two hours hunting for another trace of her on the air. In the brisk cold of nightfall, the sounds in the woods grew sharper, the smells more pungent. Yet neither male could catch a whiff of her.