Nathan keened at one point and started jacking his dick. Marcus sent him a silent warning not to come. He wouldn’t fuck Nathan if he did, because he’d be entirely too tight for thick penetration then.
That or they’d have to wait until Nathan’s ass loosened up again.
“Won’t come yet,” Nathan promised him.
Marcus went back to tonguing Nathan’s hole, thrusting into it and doing his best to trace the inner rim. He ran his hands up from Nathan’s buttocks to his back, then around to tug at his nipples.
Nathan shook like an earthquake went through him.
Marcus kept playing with his tits and rimming him until his own dick was leaking pre-cum and he ached to fuck his mate.
“This way,” he said against Nathan’s wet opening. “On your knees.”
“Uh huh,” was Nathan’s reply.
Marcus hoped it wouldn’t leave Nathan as sore as he’d been when they had tried it before. Chances were Nathan would feel him for days anyway.
“I want to,” Nathan ground out in a rough voice. “I’m not scared of feeling you anymore.”
Marcus felt it then, Nathan’s admission that he’d insisted on topping for so long because of his height, his size—the chip on his shoulder. Oh, he was a top anyway, but the reasons for it were clear to Nathan and he wasn’t having it.
“Beautiful man,” Marcus whispered with something close to awe before clambering for the lube.
“Stupid man. Took me too long to figure out,” Nathan corrected.
Marcus gave his bottom a pat. “No, like you said. We grow and change, and so do our desires. I didn’t want to swap things up any more than you did because it feels so good to have you fuck me. This is going to feel good, too.” He’d slicked his fingers up as he spoke. “So good.”
The first one went in easily, but Nathan’s ass gripped it tight, rippling around the invasion. Marcus crooked his digit and rubbed it over Nathan’s prostate.
The sound Nathan made wasn’t a word, just a blur of consonants.
Marcus grinned, knowing that pleasure well. He thrust his finger in repeatedly, pressing his knuckles against the outer ring of Nathan’s hole. When his pucker loosened enough, Marcus inserted a second finger and twisted his wrist around, feeling the silky hot, clinging walls inside.
“M-Marcus,” Nathan stuttered, rolling his head on the blankets. “Gods, please!”
Marcus massaged Nathan’s gland until Nathan mewled for him, arching like a cat, getting stroked just so. The third finger took more time to work into Nathan’s ass, but once there, Nathan began to ride all three digits, not waiting for Marcus to fuck him with them.
“Ready, ready, ready, so goddamned ready,”
Nathan flung at him.
Marcus kissed the top of Nathan’s butt, the divots above each cheek, and the curve of his spine. Only then did he withdraw his fingers. He lingered at the outside of Nathan’s hole, tracing it until Nathan shuddered for him.
“Now,” Marcus said, taking a moment to lube his cock well.
Nathan pushed his bubble butt up eagerly.
Marcus pulled one cheek aside, exposing Nathan’s slick hole. He lined the tip of his dick up to it then slowly began to sink into Nathan’s heat.
The strangled sound Nathan let loose conveyed the pleasure he felt at the penetration as thoroughly as the sensations he shared with Marcus through their link. Combined with the exquisite grip of his inner walls and the ecstasy Marcus was himself experiencing, it wasn’t going to take long for him to come.
“Better make this last,”
Nathan warned him.
“Feels good. So good. Why didn’t I want to do this again? Why didn’t you?”
Too many questions, as far as Marcus was concerned. Neither one of them needed to be thinking that hard. He thrust in the last few inches and drove a gasp from Nathan.
Marcus covered him then, his chest to Nathan’s back. Nathan’s smaller stature meant that Marcus had plenty of skin to touch. He rubbed his chest over much of it before licking at Nathan’s neck. He nipped at the bump of spine at Nathan’s nape.
Nathan clenched his ass around Marcus’ cock. It was too much. Marcus couldn’t keep still any longer. He bit Nathan, not breaking the skin yet, simply preparing his nape for more.
At the same time, he pulled his hips back slowly, luxuriating in the drag of tight muscles against his length. When the underside of his cockhead tugged at Nathan’s rim, Marcus pushed back in, filling Nathan again.
The slap of skin on skin filled the room, along with their moans and grunts. Marcus rolled his forehead across the back of Nathan’s head, tugged on his long braid and again on his nipples. He tried to keep moving slowly, but the pull of release was digging in deep.
Nathan used his powerful arms and thighs to demand more, shoving his body back.
Marcus took it for the permission and demand it was. He rose up and watched as he began fucking Nathan harder, slamming his hips against Nathan’s ass. Nathan’s butt rippled with each thrust, his arm moved faster as he jacked himself off. Soft groans escaped his parted lips, and Marcus could imagine what Nathan’s expression looked like.
He was so handsome Marcus almost couldn’t comprehend it. This man was his, heart, body and soul, as no one else ever could be. And Marcus belonged to him as much, possibly even more.
The ties binding them together grew even tighter. Marcus covered Nathan again and hammered into him while scraping his teeth over the back of Nathan’s neck.
Nathan’s orgasm hit first and triggered Marcus’.
The bite intensified the experience for them both. Marcus bit deep, tasting his mate’s blood, his release. It stormed through him, tangled with Nathan’s orgasm, and rushed back into Nathan.
Marcus thrust until his cock was too sensitive for more. He lay over Nathan, trying to catch his breath then rolled them both to their sides. His dick slipped from Nathan’s hole and Nathan hissed.
“Sorry. I can—” Marcus had to pause and pant for a second. “Kiss it and make it better.”
Nathan craned his neck and tried to look at him. “Can you now?”
That sounded like a challenge to Marcus. He rolled Nathan onto his belly and parted his cheeks. “Yeah, I so can.”
Chapter Twelve
Now that Tiago was there, Dallas didn’t know what to say to him. Unlocking his mind to Tiago seemed like conceding defeat, so he didn’t want to do that.
Which was stupid, because he was just hurting them both. He knew that, yet he still kept his thoughts private and his mouth closed.
Tiago watched every move he made.
Every breath I take, every move I make—
Dallas gave a mental snort and cut that song off before it got stuck in his head. He glanced at the bed in the hut. There was a couch that he could sleep on. It was small. He was short. It worked out well.
Dallas crossed over to it and plopped down. Then he got up and went to find a spare blanket and a pillow. Those items in hand, he returned to the couch and started to stretch out. He staunchly ignored Tiago.
He was being an idiot. He’d intervened when Marcus would have fought Tiago, had been afraid for either man to get hurt. Yet now all he could do was pout?
Dallas flopped an arm over his eyes.
He was totally not prepared for the warm breath that gusted over the lower part of his face. “What—?” Or the tongue that slipped into his mouth, the firm lips against his.
Tiago pushed Dallas’ arm aside and cradled his jaws.
Maybe this was what they needed. Talking didn’t seem to get them anywhere. Dallas was going to have to give in anyway. The mate bond was too damned strong for him to walk away from Tiago again.
Tiago rumbled into his mouth as if he’d heard the concession.
Dallas was lifted off the couch like he weighed nothing. He kept his eyes sealed shut and clung to the man. There was no more fighting it—or fighting Tiago.
The bed was cool and comfortable beneath him as he spread out on it. Dallas helped Tiago get his clothes off and only opened his eyes long enough to watch Tiago spread lube over his thick cock.
Dallas pulled his legs up, his knees nearly on his chest.
“Open your eyes,” Tiago said. “No hiding from me, Dallas. Not from me.”
Dallas didn’t want to cooperate, but his stupid eyelids had a mind of their own. They popped right open and he found himself the recipient of a gaze full of affection and confusion.
He expected Tiago to say something, but not another word passed between them as Tiago prepared his hole.
Dallas was past the point of speaking when Tiago pushed into him, filling him in one long, steady thrust.
Tiago murmured something Dallas didn’t understand, a language he didn’t know. It sounded sweet, caring. Dallas wanted more words like that.
He offered his neck to his mate and at the same time, dropped every wall he’d resurrected against Tiago.
“Dallas, Dallas,” Tiago chanted in his ear and in his mind. “Mine.
Mine!”
It worked both ways. Tiago was his, had come after Dallas and been unable to let him go.
“Yes,” Tiago said as he pumped into Dallas harder. “Yes, that’s it. I am. You are. We. Us.”
Dallas understood that babbling. They belonged to each other and together they were more.
Tiago cupped the back of Dallas’ head and pressed.
Dallas licked the offered skin. Tiago wanted a bite, and Dallas wanted to give him one.
As Tiago drove his hard cock in again and again, each time with more force and speed, Dallas nibbled at the flesh against his lip. When his balls sent spunk jetting from his cock, he bit, marking Tiago.
Tiago roared louder than Dallas had ever heard before. He ground his pelvis against Dallas’ butt, as if trying to get more of his dick inside Dallas’ hole.
Dallas was sure he felt that rigid cock all the way up to his esophagus. Every shot of cum warmed his inner walls more and more.
Tiago kept rutting even after the last spurt, moving slower, shallower.
Dallas eased his teeth from Tiago’s flesh then lapped at the wound.
“I don’t want to leave your body—so tight, so hot and soft,”
Tiago thought.
“Then don’t,” Dallas responded out loud. They did better when they didn’t talk anyway.
Tiago pushed himself up on his hands and stared down at Dallas. “Then we have to learn to talk. No. We have to learn to listen to each other. That is much harder than talking.”
Well, shit
. Tiago certainly had that right. Dallas blinked at him, nodding.
Tiago smiled. “I’m not always so cocky that I can’t see when I’ve screwed up.”
Dallas was surprised by that and said so, “I didn’t expect you to be so willing to work at this. I guess we really don’t know each other.”
Tiago eased his dick out of Dallas’ ass and moved over to sit up.
Dallas joined him, grimacing because of the uncomfortable wooden headboard behind them. “Wish it was padded.”
“I will make you a bed as soft as you would like it to be,” Tiago offered. He held up his hands and spread his fingers. “That’s what I do for fun. I make furniture from repurposed wood. Someday I hope to make enough money to live off of, but for now, I’m a self-employed accountant.”
Dallas couldn’t help it. His mouth popped open in surprise.
Tiago smirked at him. “Don’t look so shocked. I had to do something I could make a living at. When my mother left me alone, I was sixteen and very scared. Fortunately, I found a man who was enamored of me, but too afraid to act on it. He did at least provide me with a place to stay and help me get an education.”
“Sixteen?” Dallas asked.
Tiago nodded, his eyes so expressive and serious. “That’s older than most jaguars when they’re left alone. Parenting is the female’s job, and affection isn’t a part of it. She did tell me she was set on her own at a much younger age, as was the normal thing with us. For whatever reason, she stuck with me longer.”
“And the man?”
Tiago shrugged. “When I was older and he grew a pair, I gave him what he wanted. Then I left, because what he wanted wasn’t what I thought it was.”
Dallas could imagine. He still prodded for an explanation. “What did he want?”
Tiago frowned. “Everything. A relationship, commitment. I was an eighteen-year-old shifter who couldn’t tolerate another moment of his companionship. It sounds harsh, but that’s the way—” He stopped and shook his head sharply. “No, that’s an excuse, isn’t it? Jaguars are loners, truly. They are very territorial—as am I. They aren’t affectionate, doing only what Nature requires of them. But I’m not a jaguar. I’m a man and a shifter—and a jaguar. I am all three in one, but none completely. That means if I choose to keep being a dick about wolf shifters, then it is just that. A choice. That’s why you called me a bigot.”
Dallas couldn’t wrap his head around all of that. Yes, yes he could. “No more us and them? Or me and them, I mean…you and them?” Boy, he was going to trip over his own babbled words. They’d just pile up as they fell out of his mouth and onto the bed.
“Sometimes, that will be the case. It’s the way of the world, Dallas,” Tiago explained. “Us, whoever that is, against them. In this case, it would be whoever took Maarten, wouldn’t it?”
“Oh.” Dallas thought that over. “Yeah, but no more invasive wolves and you. You know what I mean.”
“I won’t follow at Marcus’ heels,” Tiago said with a hint of pique.
“He’s my Alpha Anax. I told you that.” Dallas crossed his arms over his chest then quickly uncrossed them. “What? I am defensive. I admit it. Pack loyalty is a thing with us. Sometimes some nutbagger shifter decides he or she is going to try and overthrow the Alpha Anax, yeah. That happens. It doesn’t turn out well for them at all.”
“What happens to them?”
Dallas sent a visual along with his explanation. “They die, unless they swear fealty to Marcus. It’s the way it has to be. When you talk about the jaguar part of you, we have our beastly parts as well. Some, way more than others. Violence is all those kinds of shifters will ever understand or respect. Anything less is proof of weakness.”
“That’s the way it is with animals here in the rainforest,” Tiago agreed. He took Dallas’ closest hand in his. “But we are more than that side of ourselves. I understand I use the jaguar nature to protect my…my emotions,” he admitted reluctantly. “I had to think fast when you left. I followed you, yes, but I had to work through why you appealed to me so much. It isn’t just the mate bond. You are special, Dallas.”