Authors: Michelle Houston
"I know. I want this."
Before Scott could caution him again, the other shifter wrapped a hand around the back of his neck and held him still as he plundered his mouth. Moaning at the intimate touch of another man's tongue rubbing against his, Scott gave himself up to the sensations. He had fought his attraction to the other man since day one. His inner fox had scratched at his insides, wanting to get out and curl around the injured shifter, offering the comfort of warmth.
Now that the man was seated on his lap, grinding so deliciously against his erect cock, Scott couldn't hold to what he should do, which was to get up and walk out of the room, leaving temptation behind. He might be a shit for it, but he surrendered to his need and the other's shifter's desire and wrapped his arms around Cris’ back and pulled him tighter against his body.
They kissed for what seemed an eternity, each struggling to give and receive the pleasure of two men discovering each other. Their hands roamed as they wished, stroking over arms and chests, along backs and thighs. It was a heady sensation to learn just where to touch the other shifter and to have him discover where Scott liked to be stroked.
The teasing and foreplay slowly drove Scott out of his mind. His cock was so hard he felt like he would burst with need, but he enjoyed Christian's touch too much to move things any further. He was also determined that if they were going to go any further, it would be at the other man's coaxing.
Relaxing into his chair, he rocked his hips slightly, rubbing his denim covered cock against the cleft of Cris’ ass, savoring the delicious friction. It didn't help to control his raging needs, but he was too far gone for that. If he didn't come soon he was going to lose his mind.
As suddenly as Cris had sat down, he broke the kiss and stood. His body was surrounded by the light coming through the window from the setting sun, and Scott shuddered at how it wrapped him in red warmth, glistening almost like fur. When Christian's hands went to the waist of his jeans and started pulling his shirt free, Scott's breath held. He watched, savoring the sight of his lover stripping for him, hurriedly removing one of the layers that stood between their naked bodies rubbing together, joining together.
He could handle whatever Cris wanted to do: blowjobs, hand-jobs, getting his ass fucked or doing the ass fucking. It didn't matter. What mattered was the slender yet masculine body that was now standing before him completely nude as Cris unzipped his pants and let them slide to the floor. Cris’ cock was hard and flushed with need, the crown blood red and weeping, drops of pre-cum glistening on the tip.
Scott licked his lips in anticipation of sucking the other man's cock into his mouth, and tasting the tangy sweetness than would be unique to the other shifter. Carefully he stood, aware that his pulse was racing. He was just about to pull his own shift free when Cris stepped against him, his slender yet firm hands covering Scott's. “Let me,” he whispered, and Scott could deny him nothing.
Standing there passively, he allowed the other shifter to slowly peel his shirt over his head. He couldn't hold back a soft moan as Cris tossed his shirt aside and knelt in front of him, carefully helping him out of his shoes and socks before turning his attention his belt. Still kneeling, his face on crotch level, Cris slowly unbuckled the belt and slid it free from the loops while Scott watched, mesmerized. Christian slowly licked his lips, his golden eyes alight with anticipation and desire.
As his pants were unzipped and his cock broke free from restraint, Scott wanted to pull the other man to his feet and pound into him, but he waited in breathless anticipation to see what the other shifter would do. As warm lips parted and wrapped around his erection, Scott's knees buckled. Grabbing onto the table beside him with one hand and his lover's shoulder with the other, he held himself upright while Cris licked and sucked on his cock, learning his taste.
Standing there in his kitchen in broad daylight, getting the blowjob of his life, Scott didn't think he could feel any happier or sadder at the same time. It was going to rip him apart to let the other man go, but he knew he had to. Cris had a life to return to, and he had no claim on him.
Shaking his head at himself, he pushed the thoughts of tomorrow aside and focused on building the memories of today that would sustain him. He could feel his balls tightening, heralding his orgasm. Groaning at the loss, he pushed Cris back, determined that he wasn't going to orgasm in his lover's mouth. There was time enough to that throughout the night. This first time, he wanted to be buried balls deep in the other man's ass.
Almost like he was reading his mind, Cris gracefully got to his feet. Unable to hold back, Scott grasped the other man and pulled him close for a kiss. Desperation laced his motions as he took possession of Cris’ mouth, giving no quarter. He was determined to mark the other man, to lay some claim that he would feel even after they parted.
Soft moans and growls filled the room as their inner foxes pushed close to the surface, thrilling in the animalistic mating they had moved into. This was no longer the civilized learning and exploring of two men, it had transformed into the heated battle between two shifters, each vying for domination even as they thrilled in their forced submission. Finally winning the battle of wills, Scott broke the kiss and turned Cris in his arms, pressing him against the table.
Without coaxing, Christian grasped the edge of the table firmly and arched backwards, rubbing the smoothness of his ass against Scott's cock. Leaning his face into the curve of Cris’ shoulder, Scott bit down slightly, holding the tender flesh between his teeth as he guided his cock into the waiting, and welcoming, ass of his lover. His cock was well lubricated by saliva and his own pre-cum, and glided in easily, pressing forward firmly and hard. Rather than pull away, Cris arched his back, shifting his hips just enough to force Scott's cock all the way in.
Both men were panting with need by with time Scott was balls deep, his cock throbbing. Reaching around Cris’ waist, he grabbed the other shifter's cock in one hand while he used the other to hold him steady. Stroking up and down the other shifter's erection, he timed it to his own strokes, driving them both wide with need.
Alternating soft nips and kisses against Cris’ neck, shoulder, and back, he claimed the other man, his cock thrusting and withdrawing in an increasing pace until they were both almost mindless with the need to climax. Grinding his hips and pounding deep, Scott continued to work the other man's cock in his hand, holding on somehow until he felt the other shifter's cock jerk. A warm spurt of cum landed on the table, followed by another and another as he milked Cris’ cock with his hand.
While his lover still trembled with the quakes of his orgasm, his ass muscles fluttering and clenching tight, Scott allowed his head to drop to rest against Cris’ shoulder as he pounded harder and faster, his thrusts growing shallower as he embraced the fury of his own orgasm. Growling at the molten sensations flooding from his cock, Scott kept pumping his hips, allowing Cris to milk the last drops of his cum from him.
Weak and completely sated, he slipped free from Cris’ ass and dropped into his chair. With a small smile curling his lips, Scott watched as his lover slowly pushed himself up from where he was resting, almost boneless, against the table. Cris managed to turn and somehow straddle him again, his now limp cock brushing against Scott's stomach, leaving a faint trail of his cum.
Scott wanted to rub it into his skin, forever marking his body with Cris’ scent, but restrained the urge. Tonight was all he could have, and he was determined to enjoy it without forcing any kind of a bond between them, no matter how much his inner fox was biting and clawing for him to do so.
It took some doing, but he managed some time later to stand, with Cris wrapped around him, and carried the other shifter to the bedroom where he proceeded to spend most of the night creating memories. At some point, he even allowed his fox to indulge, and shifted form, rubbing his sleek body along Christian's until the other shifter indulged him and shifted, too, provoking a bout of wrestling and playing that ended with them shifting back to their human forms and finishing what their teasing had started.
When the next day dawned bright and clear, Scott woke to the delicious sensations of warmth around his cock. Fluttering his eyes open, he found Cris straddling his body, his back turned towards him, slowly rocking in his lap, teasing his ass-ring with the head of Scott's cock. Without missing a beat, Scott grabbed the phone off the nightstand and called in to work. It was hell trying to keep his voice steady as Cris grasped his cock and guided it to where it wanted to be and started bouncing on him, with the delicious sounds of their flesh slapping together echoing in the still room.
Finishing the call as quickly as he could, Scott disconnected and tossed the phone aside, then spent the majority of the day mating and sleeping with his lover.
He was certain of it, in a way he had always longed for, but now he almost wished he had never experienced this—Christian was his mate, and destined to rip his heart out. Determined that the other shifter never know, Scott poured all of his heartache and passion into claiming his mate's body, silently offering all he had to give.
When evening dawned, he forced himself to remain calm and steady as he helped Christian dress again in borrowed clothes and drove him to his campsite.
"You're always welcome to visit, you know."
Scott nodded, unable to vocalize his needs. He wouldn't put Cris in the position of having to chose, no matter his body was demanding. The mate bond was so strong; he could feel his heart ripping in two with every breath he took.
"I'm going to miss you,” he finally settled on, knowing it was only a drop in the bucket of his feelings, yet was a safe statement. “And my home is always open to you. Should you wish to come back ...” Scott's voice trailed off as his throat tightened.
Cris nodded and stepped into his arms, his warmth and affection almost enough to help Scott bring himself back under control. His fox was clawing at his insides, demanding he convince Cris to stay.
With a bittersweet kiss, Scott pulled away and said goodbye. Without looking back, he climbed back into his truck. The other shifter had promised he would come back to visit as he cuddled against Scott's chest, but Scott didn't allow himself to hope that Cris actually would.
It was heading into early June when a volunteer came hurrying into the center, jabbering about someone really needing to see Scott. Heaving a soft sigh, he wearily turned from where he was examining a hawk with a broken wing, gave instructions to the volunteer working with him to finish up, then headed out of the room. Pinching the bridge of his nose, Scott tried to summon an urge to give a shit about whatever it was someone needed to see him about. The last two months he hadn't slept well, and had even less interest in eating.
May had come and gone, the school semester had ended, and still his mate hadn't come back. Despite knowing it happened that way sometimes, that one mate would feel the bond stronger and long before the other, it nonetheless tore him in two thinking about Cris, wondering if he had found someone else. If he would ever come back.
As he stepped out into the lobby, Scott came to an abrupt stop. Silhouetted against the setting sun stood a familiar form. Blinking rapidly to push away the tears that sprung to his eyes, he tried to force his mind to quit playing tricks on him. The other man may have a similar shape as Cris, but it wasn't him.
As the other man moved towards him, Scott's heart skipped a beat. Soft knuckles brushed against his cheek, whipping away the tear that had broke free.
"Miss me?” As Cris’ voice broke, Scott grabbed the other shifter and pulled him close, his lips slamming down over him. Uncaring about what his co-workers thought, he laid claim to his mate's mouth, determined that he show Cris just how much he had missed him.
Hands trembling, he cupped Cris’ cheeks and pulled back, staring into his beloved's golden eyes. “Don't leave me again,” he whispered, unable to stop himself. He knew that the other shifter had to see in his eyes just how badly he had hurt.
Christian's half smile melted his heart. “I won't. It tore me up to leave you, but I needed to finish my degree. I couldn't walk away from it, not since I was that close. I figured I had time that I could come back and we could see where things went. I didn't know you had bonded to me, I didn't know until just now."
He wrapped his arms around Scott's waist and pressed his face against his chest. “God, I missed you so much."
At his lover's pain laced words, Scott's arms tightened for a moment, then he forced himself to pull back. Clasping Cris’ hand in his, Scott led him into the back room and away from prying eyes. He needed to finish up, but at the same time he couldn't bear to let the other man out of his sight.
It only took him an hour to wrap up the last minute details, far longer than he would have liked but it was unavoidable. He had responsibilities that he couldn't shirk, something that he knew Cris would understand.
Then, finally, they were able to head home where they spent the night, and every night thereafter, in each other's arms.
Born to ride on the back of dragons, to journey among the stars in a ship traveling faster than light, or to dance the night away in the arms of a mysterious vampire, Michelle Houston willingly shares the worlds in her mind in an effort to bring them to life.
Writing everything from short and sweet stories, to hot and spicy tales of kink, from contemporary tales of romance to erotic romances featuring Greek gods, vampires and were-creatures, she has crossed sexualities and has gone wherever her mental muse has guided her, a journey she has never regretted.
Beyond that, she has a love of the natural world around us (except for insects, spiders, snakes, scorpions, and she reserves the right to add more at any time) and hopes to share the enjoyment of the earth with her students once she finally earns her degree in secondary Biology/Earth Science Education.