Hunter's Moon (9 page)

All these new sensations were baffling and exciting. The weight of a man’s aroused penis in his mouth, stuffing him full, the bitter taste of a man’s sweat and precum mixed together in a scrumptious dish, the overwhelming compulsion to devour the man whole, every glorious inch of him and then some. Kieran had no comparison for these needs, these cravings, but they were all he could think about, their fulfillment and the mutual satisfaction they would bring.

But it soon became clear to him that no matter how eager he was, he didn’t possess the right skill set. He kept gagging when the silky, blunt cockhead brushed too close to his palate, and even worse when it touched his throat.
How the hell do guys deep throat so fucking well?
Cursing silently, Kieran tried to focus less on technique and more on giving pleasure, but the more he tried, the less successful he was. Always being able to master new tricks, sexual and otherwise, in a short amount of time, this string of failures made him impatient, vexed, and ultimately doomed to fail over and over.

Finally, he felt something brush over his scalp. Kieran’s hair was too short for Gabriel to thread his fingers through it, but the gesture was caressing and tender nonetheless. There was no pressure, no force, no intimidation. Gabriel was guiding him—and still Kieran foundered.

With a distressed intake of breath, Kieran pulled back, Gabriel’s cock dropping from his mouth with a wet plop onto the man’s ripped belly. He couldn’t look at his cowboy. “Fuck,” he mumbled incoherently, angry at himself.

Gabriel rose from the ground by bracing himself up on his elbows, his steady gaze on Kieran. “You don’t have to take the whole dick in your mouth, Kieran. Use your hand and mouth together. Licking and sucking on the head while jerking me off are fine. Better than fine.”

Not having needed an instruction manual to have sex
ever
, Kieran felt nauseous and pissed off—for a total of two seconds. Simultaneously, he knew that Gabriel was showing him how to do it so that Kieran could finish what he started. What he wanted to finish on his own. He wasn’t doing this to prove anything to Gabriel. He was doing this to prove it to himself, that even sucking a man’s cock could and would give him the upper hand, and that he was taking control of his own choices. This was
his
decision.

The lust beneath the rational resolution was definitely there, too, strange and unusual and demanding in ways he had never experienced before. Not even when he had been the horniest teenager on the fucking planet. Yes, a part of this was pure, unadulterated animal gratification, but not all of it. Not by a long shot.

“Do what you want, Kieran, however you want to do it, and it’ll be all right.” Gabriel and his gentle urging were enough.

Nodding in acknowledgement that he had heard his cowboy’s words, Kieran bent back to his task, this time licking over his palm to wet it before wrapping it around the base of Gabriel’s thick prick and giving it a few quick pumps, finishing the act with his thumb rolling over the man’s slit. Gabriel shuddered and fell back on the ground, his hips jerking up, seeking more contact. Kieran let him do it a couple of times before he pushed the man back down, and he licked along the pronounced pulsing veins of the cock throbbing in his tight fist and against his tongue.

Glancing up, Kieran was rewarded with the sight of Gabriel watching him intently, his eyes dark with lust and his lips parted in soft pants, and an elation of accomplishment filled him. A balmy grin gave Gabriel the look of a debauched angel, and Kieran felt his heart soften and jump—and his cock harden and twitch.

A man smiling at me gives me a hard-on now?

Sneering to himself, Kieran wet his lips and sucked on the tip of Gabriel’s penis, caressing and gliding. The skin was so soft, smooth, and slick, he had images of silk stretched over hot flesh. Taking his time, he familiarized himself with Gabriel’s cock, how it fit in his mouth, how the oozing precum tasted different from the skin of the shaft, how the blunt head felt against the insides of his cheeks, how he had to take care not to sink his teeth into the vulnerable flesh accidentally, how he wanted to learn to relax his throat and bury all of his cowboy inside until the man’s pubes tickled against his face. But the last one he wasn’t ready for, as his gag reflex took over every time. He figured, though, that he could learn to get good at it. No, to master it.

Slowly but surely, he got accustomed to the rhythm, to the sensations, to the method, to the need. Kieran gave his wrist a little twist while pumping Gabriel’s shaft, the act coinciding with the relentless suction of his mouth, and his left hand cradling and tugging on the man’s balls, fuzzy, soft, warm, and taut on his palm. That combination seemed to have the desired effect, since Gabriel moaned and his body convulsed as Kieran went on and on. His jaw got used to being spread open, his hand became familiarized with the jerking motion, speeding up, and his mouth never ran out of saliva, always hungry for more.

“Kieran, stop, I’m gonna….” Gabriel panted and spoke in a husky, quivering tone.

For the first time ever Kieran had brought another man to the edge of delight.

Doubling his efforts—while simultaneously unzipping his own fly to take a fierce hold of his own cock and start his own climb toward climax, his hips dry humping against the ring of thumb and forefinger—Kieran became aware he was making raw, uninhibited sounds. Humming and groaning, he felt Gabriel’s cock swelling, thickening, growing hotter, twitching involuntarily.

Then Gabriel cried out, once, twice, his muscular frame arching off the ground, and he started coming. The cock in Kieran’s mouth just erupted, and thick jets of salty, sugary goodness filled his oral cavity. Swallowing as quickly as he could, Kieran kept sucking and rubbing, licking and pumping, until Gabriel’s hips stopped jerking and his limp body fell to the ground. The loud gasping was music to Kieran’s ears.

Pulling back, Kieran sat on his haunches, his arms falling weakly to his sides and his lips tingling and swollen with the rough act of oral sex, the taste of briny man juice lingering on his tongue.

God, that was so fucking hot. And Gabriel is right: cum is more bitter
.

Vaguely Kieran noticed he still held his own rock-hard, fiery-hot cock in his trembling hand, but he was unable to focus on that. The rapture of another man morphed into his exaltation.

“C’mon, babe. Up here.”

Opening his eyes—unaware of when he had closed them—Kieran looked at Gabriel, who was still breathing heavily. He lay there, sated, but his eyes yet unfulfilled. Those were his golden wolf eyes, the amber hue invading the whole eye, the depth so profound and mystical Kieran had no name for it. Gabe’s come-hither chin lift made Kieran drop forward and crawl closer to and above his cowboy on his hands and knees. A low growl emerged from Gabriel’s throat, a wild throaty sound, as he watched Kieran approach. And that had been the outcome Kieran had been going for with his porn antics.

As soon as Kieran was close enough to touch and to be held, Gabriel urged with his hands for Kieran to straddle his chest, and he did. Gabriel’s hands grabbed Kieran’s buttocks and pulled him closer, until his cock protruding out through his open fly was enveloped in wet heat, slow licks, and steady suction. His whole body convulsed and he lurched forward again, hovering above Gabriel’s head, bracing himself with his straight arms.

“Oh,
fuck
, yeah.”

Sure, it wasn’t Kieran’s first blowjob, but it felt… so much more than ever before.

Surrendering to the wanton lust bubbling and boiling inside his groin, Kieran let loose and began to thrust gently, fucking Gabriel’s mouth. He searched for cues from his cowboy that the man wanted him to take it easy or to stop entirely, but none came. If anything, the more Kieran did push in, the harder the suction, the more luscious the licks of Gabriel’s tongue, and the tighter the hold of his man’s hands on his ass. It was like Gabriel had several more pairs of hands and a number of tongues devoted solely to Kieran’s pleasure. Rocking back and forth rhythmically, he forgot the outside world. They were locked together in their own little cocoon of passion and sex, and Kieran didn’t want it to end.

“More, Gabe. Gimme more. Give it to me. Harder.”

It was then that Kieran felt the fangs.

Staring down where his cock was disappearing into Gabriel’s mouth, his cheeks hollowing again and again, Kieran caught a glimpse of Gabriel’s canines, and he felt them scrape close to his sensitive skin, adding an element of danger to their primitive coupling. Seeing Gabriel’s wolf come forth firsthand like this, as though the man could not control the beast, made Kieran all wobbly inside, melting into a pool of desire. The pearly white canines flashed again in the dim light of the night as Gabriel grinned, and Kieran felt them brush the skin of his cock, far more powerfully and erotically than mere teeth.

“That’s so fucking hot,” he murmured at the sight.

Gabriel’s surprised look was intoxicating. Kieran tucked the knowledge of Gabriel not being used to compliments in the back of his mind for future reference. Closing his eyes slowly, Gabriel returned to his task at hand, and Kieran watched whenever he could, when he wasn’t too enraptured to see another visual stimulant intent on driving him over the edge.

For what felt like an eternity, and still not long enough, Gabriel’s mouth did amazing things to Kieran’s cock. His skin was tingling and his groin enflamed, and he was faintly aware of the dirty words he kept spewing out and the rough, needy, guttural sounds he was making at the back of his throat. Gabriel’s hands inched upward to the small of his back, arms winding around him as though he was trying to hug Kieran until they slipped into each other’s skin.

The complementary visions of Kieran sinking his aching cock inside Gabriel’s perfect rear-end and Gabriel burying his cock in Kieran’s willing, fluttering ass had his head spinning like a merry-go-round. His climax tore through him, spreading like wildfire and consuming him to the core as he filled Gabriel’s eagerly lapping mouth with his cum in what felt like an unending flow. The spasms almost did him in as his muscles contracted, and he swore he lost feeling in his toes as they curled. His mind went blank in a flash of hot white light.

His orgasm left behind a pool of sweat and a boneless animal as he fell to the ground backward until he lay supine next to his sagging cowboy, his right leg still stretched out across Gabriel’s barrel chest. Kieran’s cock was still twitching and his hips convulsing, but his balls were sucked dry. He had nothing more to give. Glancing surreptitiously at Gabriel, Kieran saw the cowboy lying there, at ease, his brown human eyes watching the sky, and his fangs were no longer visible.

As his body, breathing, and heartbeat all slowly started to ease, rationality and reason emerged through the red haze. The full awareness of what he had done, the threshold he had crossed, came out from under all that dark lust into the bright light of day—although the sun had technically already set and the stars were out.

I just had sex with a man
.

Yes, we didn’t fuck, but that was as good as
.

Kieran’s breath hitched in his throat. It was like getting dumped into ice water on a hot summer’s day; it was a wake-up call. He had never thought about guys in this way. He had never fantasized about guys—and here he had just sucked a guy off, and the man had done the same to him. And it had been fucking glorious. Closing his eyes, he became aware that they were out in the open, exposed and vulnerable. That was exactly how he felt inside too, raw and bare.

I just had the best sex of my life—and I didn’t even get my clothes off
.

Tucking his spent dick back inside his pants, zipping up lightning fast, and rapidly pulling down the hem of his T-shirt, Kieran felt his cheeks redden with embarrassment. He had no idea what to do now.

Oh, shit. Did we just… mate…?

All of a sudden the air he needed to breathe seemed too thick to fit in his lungs. It had never bothered him that he didn’t know every little freaking detail about mythical creatures—until now. It irked him to no end to come to terms with the prospect that he knew next to nothing about how mating worked. Had they done that? If they hadn’t, what did the sex mean? And if they had indeed mated…
oh God
… what happens next?

Though tongue-tied, Kieran realized he had to say something, anything, to break this horrible silence of not knowing. Pushing himself up to a sitting position, unaware of how much time had passed, Kieran opened his mouth to speak.

Suddenly Gabriel stirred. At first he was lying down languidly, then in a blink of an eye he was up from the ground, crouched, his eyes all wolf, his hackles risen almost to fur on high alert, his muscles taut and strained, his stance ready to pounce, his canines breaking through the grimace, and razor-sharp claws darting out from his fingertips.

A frightened shudder wracked through Kieran until….

“Someone is near,” Gabriel whispered. Growling, he peered into the night that had grown around them. The glow of the blood-red moon had created an eerie atmosphere that did not bode well.

In less than a heartbeat, Kieran was on his feet as well, the combat knife with a serrated edge from his ankle holster in his hand, all in the same motion, as he, too, surveyed the surrounding woods. Nothing apparent was amiss.

Gabriel sniffed the air, and Kieran saw his expression change to puzzlement. “A woman…?”

Chapter Five

K
IERAN
felt an odd rush of emotions ranging from concerned fear to feral jealousy at the mere thought of that Adler woman who wanted what was his.
Gabriel is mine
. The caveman reaction nearly caused his knees to buckle. “Victoria Adler?”

Gabriel shook his head barely noticeably in the descending darkness. “No. Victoria’s perfume…. This woman doesn’t have—”

A twig cracking on their right had them both turning toward the sound when….