Blood Brothers (Rocky Mountain Shifters) (2 page)

Oh-fucking-Jesus
. He pushed his hips up, arching like a cat in heat, willing that Fin would hold out another few strokes. “Fuck me like you’re raging for me!” Fin always took his time, as though he was playing a musical instrument. “Goddamn is that all you’ve got? Don’t be a fucking pussy tonight. Pump me full of your finest.”

“I’m not done with you yet. Open your legs wider if you want more of me.” Sweat dripped off Fin, pelting down on Tristen’s back. Faint patches of coarse black fur appeared over Fin’s skin, scratching his back as they slid against one another. He gritted his teeth when Fin’s claws tore into his shoulders as his partner reared up and pulled back, making them both arch off the bed.

“There, there man. That’s it.” Tristen closed his eyes, his orgasm cresting, his own cock throbbing. Unable to hold back, he began pounding a fierce rhythm across his rod, matching Fin’s beat.

“Can you take more of me?”

“Sure as shit. Yeah.” Tristen groaned. Fin withheld from climaxing in order to pull him out of the past. This was an act only a best friend and lover would do.

“I wished you let me play the edge with you.” Fin whispered right before dragging his mouth over Tristen’s shoulder. His partner lifted his mouth and stopped pumping. Unblinking, Fin met his eyes. “It might help.”

Tristen stiffened, a blast of heat shooting up his neck. “Fuck. I’m not into that shit. Not after the last time. I don’t want to risk losing control.”

“Just checking.”

He could feel Fin’s body tense. More so than already was unimaginable this close to shifting into his wolf form. They both were close. But Fin’s body language said what he refused to speak.

“Brother, you’re wound tight tonight, too.”

“I’m not ready to come.” Fin began rocking his hips again, closing the door on any more conversation as he slammed in Tristen.

With his free hand, Tristen pumped harder over his cock and reached around himself to caress Fin’s balls. His partner had his back, in more ways than just body. This man held out from his own pleasure to get Tristen back to sanity. Tristen gave into the edgy prickling at the base of his spine. His nuts tightened against his groin as blood filled his dick. With the pressure building, the veins along the side of his shaft expanded. Shit, he was going to shoot his load tonight with a cock shoved up his ass. He didn’t care if he was the first to lose control. With Fin, he wanted to shed control…wanted something more.

“God fucking damn, Tristen.” Fin thrust into his ass so deep they both groaned simultaneously. Fin hugged him for a second, running his hands up Tristen’s chest to pinch his nipples.

Tristen moaned. “Baby, I’m going to let my charge go if you keep doing that. Shit, it feels fucking amazing.”

“Hold on. Give me a second. We’ll see about that.” Fin began beating his hips against Tristen’s ass ravenously.

“Bite me.” Tristen moaned, giving into the acute need to feel Fin’s fangs sink into his flesh, mixing the pain with the pleasure. Surreal. Just a few more grinds. Not the full moon and this wasn’t going to lead to their bonding. Not yet. Only white-hot sex. That’s what he needed before Fin came. “Jesus, Mother Mary.”

Fin pumped into him again and again. He shuddered suddenly and stopped. Gripping Tristen’s hips, he shouted. “Goddamn!” Fin’s breath came in hot puffs across his back. He pressed his forehead into Tristen’s shoulder. “I dropped a quart of shit inside your ass. Seriously, out of control.”

“Hey, I’m raring to explode. You want me down your throat or you ready to man up?”

“You have to ask? I’ll take whatever you can give me, baby. Really, when are you going to be ready to man up? Fucking own me.”

The comment pierced Tristen. He stared back at Fin, the yearning to bond with him growing greater each time they screwed. “You’re asking me? I’ve fucked you every which way from Sunday, like I own your ass. Shit, Fin, I’m more than happy to remind you.”

A shimmering grin settled on Fin’s lips. He licked his lips, and the movement hiked up Tristen’s spine. Again the yearning for
more
reappeared. Tristen stroked his cock, his palm becoming moist with slippery pre-cum as he absorbed the sight of Fin. The idea of mating with Fin became sharper with each stroke until it blared inside his brain. He desired joining with Fin. The thought exploded. Fin. His claimed mate. Christ, if the man would agree to bonding.

Tristen silently cursed himself for wanting something his lover didn’t seem ready to give. “Fin…one day.”

“Man, stop and deal with the moment. I want to taste you. Your scent…is intoxicating.”

“Fin, you’re playing with fire. Maybe we both are.”

“Don’t think so. Let me set the tone. I can feel your pulse. Damn, let me.” Fin’s mouth sucked the skin along his neck. His lover found the perfect pressure point, deeply arousing and pin-pricking.

Tristen’s dick jerked, releasing a jolt of cum while twinges of pleasure escalated inside his body. He tightened the reins of his self-control. Had to hold back. The wolf inside him wanted to let loose and mount Fin, plunging his cock between his friend’s ass cheeks and claiming him. So far, they’d only marked each other without a full moon ritual. He thoroughly relished getting his partner so out-of-control that he screamed in ecstasy, but Tristen held back.

“You’re pushing.” Finally, his military training in self-control came to the forefront. He let go of a breath that hissed out between his teeth. They both seemed to be holding back from each other on several levels.

“Only in your mind. Do me. If you’re keyed-up, then let me get a taste of what we both want.” Fin’s gravelly voice shook. “I want it. Can’t you just try it? It might help us both.”

“Don’t ask that of me.” It was as though his partner had read him and knew he was on a tenuous ledge. His cock throbbed at the thought of Fin’s face scrunched up in an orgasm. Just once he’d like to hear him say his name as though it came from the depths of his soul without him beating it out of him.

“Why? Because you don’t think I can take it?”

“I’m not shoving my fist up your ass. Not when I’m like this. I already said, we need a solution to this stalemate. Something we both can live with. Me hurting you…that’s a step backwards into a real snafu. Just turn over. Right the fuck now.”

“Yes, sir. It’s your ride.” Impudence saturated Fin’s voice.

Fin lowered slowly himself onto the mattress, pushing Tristen’s buttons. “Fine.” He roughly pulled Fin’s legs apart and took hold of his cock. Without waiting or saying a word, he thrust deep into Fin. The warmth of joining with Fin spread over his dick, making him shudder. “I’m so close. Fin. So close.”

He lifted Fin’s hips off the bed, power-fucking him with long strokes. The sight of his dick, glistening and engorged, going into Fin’s ass, brought him to the brink. He took hold of his partner’s shoulders, slamming into him. Deeper and farther.

“Tris, fuck me. There, you got me.” Fin’s body shuddered, and his dick sprayed against the sheet.

“Now my turn.” That was it. Tristen jetted his load deep inside and didn’t stop rocking. Fin’s slick ass had him pumping harder, unwilling to let this sensation end. Shit. He bucked one last time, holding himself tight against his partner. He folded over on Fin’s side, running his hands over his lover’s perspiration-sheened body. “I hope that met with your approval.”

They were polar opposites. He maintained his composure by enforcing boundaries in his life—professional and love. What Fin wanted wasn’t a mystery—it was pushing boundaries and therefore off-limits.

“You’re a beast.”

He met Fin’s cool stare. “Then don’t push me. I don’t do that. I can’t trust myself…not like this.”

The muscles along Fin’s jaw pulsed, yet he remained silent, his red eyes unblinking. Fin was the most disciplined and contrite shifter he’d ever encountered. The wolf simply didn’t lose control. He was tempered steel. Never shed a tear, never raised his voice. One never knew what the man was thinking when it came right down to the truth.

“No sweat.” Fin pushed off the bed as though the matter was forgotten. “You want something to drink?”

“Nope. I want to know what’s up.” Fin didn’t fool him.

“As in?” Fin held out his palms. His face remained impassive.

“Damn. Pulling canines would be easier than a simple conversation around here. Suddenly, you’re back on the kink track.”

“Never left.”

“Feels more pressing. Is it the full moon?”

Fin snorted. “Doubt it.”

“Well, is that all you’re going to say?” Tristen studied his lover, the way he slid his eyes away like a door had closed.

“I’ve said enough. I’m not into nagging.”

“Fine. Have it your way.” The man was up to something, pulling out enough hints and then downright asking for the impossible only to clam up. Tristen shook his head, marveling at his lover’s body. Already his skin was smooth again, nearly hairless except the trimmed area around his cock. For once he wished he knew what the hell Fin was thinking.

Exhaling, he settled back against the headboard. He didn’t need to know the exact nature of Fin’s thoughts but guessed they ran similar to his own. A clusterfuck since they’d both done active duty tours and basically had gone to hell and come back. The secrets that Fin kept were his own. They both had ways to keep misery and sorrow and pain stowed.

Tonight was one of those times when brute strength could get the better of him. He’d made a mistake, a critical error in his judgment when Fin had convinced him to explore the idea of kink. Fin had wanted to be punished, and he’d pushed the limits with Tristen.

He’d relented, giving in and delivering a round of discipline as Fin desired. Except Tristen had gotten to a point he feared. Fin lost consciousness. Tristen hadn’t pulled back in time. Afterwards, no matter how much Fin declared he wanted to do it again, Tris couldn’t. He never planned on crossing that line again. He knew Fin desired kink, a relatively silent craving that had reared its head. Yet this was all he could offer him at the moment. He lay there, thinking of how to bridge this gulf. Was he becoming an absolute pussy?

Fin returned from the bathroom.

“Are you ready to try sleep again?” Fin stood near the window, lifting the curtain and letting a stream of moonlight into the room. The glimmering light cast shadows over his masculine features. Tristen’s heartbeat kicked up. He inhaled Fin’s scent and his cock sprang to life.

“No. Come here. I’m going to do you again.” He moved over, making room on the bed.

“Here?”

“Yeah. Bend over for me, Fin.” His heartbeat thudded as though whispering,
Do him hard. Rough
. Without so much as a drop of lubrication, he wedged his crown up against Fin’s asshole. “You’re tight.”

“You’re tone is…different. Are you angry?”

“Not with you. Damn, Fin, you get to me.” Tristen moved behind him. He opened his ass cheeks and lightly traced a finger downward. Fin had cleaned up and his opening puckered snug in front of Tristen’s rod. He pressed one finger into Fin and began pumping. Steady and hard. Fin moaned, lowering his head onto the mattress and Tristen plunged two fingers into him, thrusting and opening him up. His cock hardened at the sight and shit, he pushed three fingers into Fin’s ass. Rapid-fire ramming. His pulse raced, and then he did it. Four fingers. His lover was tight. He pumped once, then removed his fingers before giving in to a sizzling craving he’d end up regretting.

Fin groaned, rolling his hips upward. “Please, more. Jesus.”

The wolf in Tristen growled. His skin itched with the release.

Black fur bristled over Tristen’s skin. “Lift your ass all the way up. Keep your head pressed to the fucking mattress.” He slapped his partner’s ass cheeks to make his point.

He reached between Fin’s legs, finding a hard cock. That monster curved up against Fin’s belly. Rock against rock.

Tristen didn’t have dick envy. He had his own special package, built for endurance. His cock extended in front of him, glistening in lust to take Fin. Give him a taste of what he’d asked for.

Tristen grasped his dick, thicker than most men’s. “I’m so ready for you. Shit, you’ll only think of me tomorrow.” He had the length to back up his son-of-a-bitch arrogance, but what he also had was the ability to fuck for hours. Sure he’d come, but then he’d jump right back in the saddle and continue fucking and coming. Six, seven, eight times in a row. The women from his past couldn’t take what he had to offer and many times had brought friends to spread the wealth.

Fin had always taken his dick until Tristen had nothing left to give. Each and every time. Tonight, he just wanted to fuck like an animal. Fuck the thoughts out of both their heads. He thrust forward brutally. The man took his length in silence.

Tristen flexed back, riding low from Fin’s asshole before slamming back into him. Again, he pulled out, and watched his dick, then his crown poised, and a spasm of pleasure erupted from his core. He drove himself into Fin again. Fucking mind-blowing, and just the way he liked to get off.

Leaning over Fin’s back, he stroked the man’s cock. Tristen pumped his dick into his lover’s ass as Fin’s dick glided against his curled hand. His palm became lubed up by pre-cum. Jesus fucking Christ, it made him harder tonight to own Fin’s dick and ass.

His own cock was pure steel, and he ricocheted against Fin’s hips as he manhandled his partner’s shaft. This time he was going to come in record time. Forget holding back.

“Shit, blue fucking blazing.” Tristen groaned between clenched jaws as he climaxed. His nipples tightened into erect points. He shuddered. No way was this over. He’d not finished. He wanted Fin with a vengeance.

Frustrated, he slapped Fin’s ass, thrusting from crown to balls in one power-driven slam. Oh, that was it. A rush of cum squirted out his dick again. He smacked Fin’s ass cheeks again, alternating deep pumps with hard slaps. He pushed in far, angling himself between Fin’s legs, going absolutely balls to the wall, grinding his cock into Fin’s recesses. His cum made sliding in and out of Fin’s ass absolute perfection.

“Fuck me,” Fin shouted, coming a third time.