Anton gritted his teeth. This teasing, confident male was a new side of Stefan, one Anton hadn’t experienced. He put his hands at the waistband, intending to slide his pants down, but Stefan shook his head.
“I’ll do it.”
He slipped his hands inside the waistband and slowly lowered both Anton’s slacks and briefs. The elastic of Anton’s briefs caught against the root of his erection. Stefan shoved the loose slacks to the floor, but left the briefs in place.
The band pressed against Anton’s cock, holding it down between his legs unnaturally close against his body. The elastic cut lightly into his ass. Stefan led Anton to the bed and gestured to him to wait while he threw a heavy towel over the bedspread.
Anton lay down, still partially clad in the white briefs.
The sensation, though not uncomfortable, drew Anton’s attention to both his cock and his ass, as Stefan straddled his hips and began to rub his back. Stefan’s huge cock rode against his cotton briefs, prevented from sliding up and down the crease between Anton’s buttocks by the thin layer of soft cotton.
Anton’s frustration grew. Generally, he penetrated Stefan—took him in the ass while either Xandi or Keisha sucked hard on Stefan’s cock—but this was totally different.
Just the two of them, Stefan on top and Anton squirming beneath him, trying to find relief from the growing pressure in his cock, the hard ache in his balls.
Stefan continued to massage his shoulders and back, but the touch of his hands was secondary. Anton shuddered under the weight of his packmate straddling his hips, the tantalizing sweep of Stefan’s cock over his ass, the rough abrasion of coarse hair on Stefan’s legs sliding across his thighs.
After long minutes of rubbing and teasing, Stefan rose up on his knees and slipped Anton’s briefs down over his legs, then tugged them past his feet.
He spread Anton’s legs apart and lay on top of him. Anton shifted, better to wedge Stefan’s long cock tightly between his cheeks, then he grabbed the top edge of the mattress, wishing for his bed at home with the stout iron railings.
He waited, breath caught in his throat, heart practically stuttering in his chest, for Stefan to fuck him. Instead, he felt fingers reaching under his belly, finding his cock, stroking it in long, slow, teasing sweeps.
Groaning, twisting beneath Stefan’s weight and heat, Anton thrust his hips down, pressed himself into Stefan’s grasp, practically wept when Stefan slipped his hands away.
“It’s been a while, hasn’t it? I figured it was your turn for the bottom.” Stefan chuckled, then slipped away from Anton. “Don’t move.”
Anton lay there, remembering. The first time they fucked was the first time either of them had ever had a sexual encounter with another man. Stefan had returned to Anton, caught halfway in his switch between man and wolf, angry, needy, so frustrated he literally bristled in his half wolf, half human pelt.
Unaware of his Chanku heritage, Stefan was convinced Anton had cast a spell on him. He had no idea the shift had occurred within himself, that he alone was responsible for his bestial appearance.
For five long years, Anton had waited for Stefan to come to his senses, to realize he needed Anton. It had taken Alexandria’s love and compassion to convince Stefan it was time.
Stefan had been afraid and belligerent at the same time, and he’d burned with a sensuality that was almost intimidating. Anton’s breath caught as the full memory blasted through his mind. He’d shifted, half afraid of his prodigy. He’d become the wolf and wrestled Stefan to the ground, had speared him with his wolven cock without care, had taken him in what would have been an act of rape if only Stefan hadn’t wanted it so badly.
Not merely taken him—he’d screwed Stefan in front of Alexandria. Fucked him hard and long, shifting from wolf to human, filling Stefan’s firm ass with his sperm and bringing the young magician to an incredible climax.
Then he’d walked away and let Stefan and his future mate sort it all out themselves, something they’d done admirably.
Later, the tables had reversed. With youth and anger, passion and lust on his side, Stefan eventually bested his mentor, but there’d been no losers, only winners…packmates, and just as important, friends.
A new beginning.
The bed dipped. Still lying on his stomach, Anton spread his legs wider, giving Stefan access. He felt the gentle touch of Stefan’s fingers, rubbing some sort of lubricant between his legs, around his sensitive ass. Anton groaned when Stefan slipped one finger inside his tight sphincter muscle, then shuddered when Stefan slowly guided him up on his knees and rubbed his balls and cock.
Stefan’s hands stroked and teased, fingers circled Anton’s balls, then traced the sensitive length of his cock, slipped back between his legs to lightly squeeze and massage his balls once more.
Trembling now, Anton buried his head on his crossed arms and braced himself. His breath rushed in and out in short puffs. Stefan’s hands were everywhere, rubbing his cock, circling the hard crown, massaging the pulsing vein back to his balls.
He felt the solid head of Stefan’s cock pressing tightly against his ass. Grunting, forcing himself to relax, he sighed as the huge crown pressed hard, harder, then slipped past the tight sphincter. Anton shuddered again as Stefan filled him in one long, slow, burning thrust.
Both of Stefan’s hands wrapped around Anton’s cock. Covered in lube, they slipped to the very end as Stefan withdrew, then slid back against his belly as Stefan thrust forward.
Anton felt Stefan’s balls pressing against his for the briefest of moments, then once more Stefan was sliding out, moving his hands in the opposite direction.
In, out, faster, harder, Stefan’s fingers tightened around Anton’s cock with each thrust…pressure increased in balls and gut, breath rasping, muscles clenching, Anton’s mind open and screaming on the edge of orgasm.
Suddenly Stefan was there, deep in Anton’s thoughts, sharing the sensations of heat and pressure, of cock stuffed deep in his lover’s hot bowels, of the slick slide of fingers over straining cock, a link that went full circle, growing, building, layering sensation upon sensation, peaking as one, coming as one, both of them crying out, hanging there in a sensual high for what seemed like forever.
Yet lasted only seconds. Mere seconds before Anton’s cock was shooting his seed all over Stefan’s hands, mere seconds before Stefan’s cock was spasming, pumping his ejaculate into Anton’s welcoming body.
Minds open, hearts open, both of them linked as tightly as two people can be. Open to each other.
Open to love, to emotions so deep and powerful there were no words to explain.
Together they heard Keisha’s mental scream.
5
“Quit that!” Laughing, Keisha slapped Xandi’s hands away from her crotch and climbed out of the car. “It’s impossible to drive when some little bitch has her hands between your legs. Now cut it out!”
“Like you want me to stop? Admit it. You love it.” Grinning like the very devil, Xandi followed her up the stairs to the front door.
“You’re a traffic hazard, woman. I probably left a wet spot on that fine leather upholstery. Explain that to the car rental agency!” Keisha opened the door and stepped inside.
“Oh, damn.” Xandi paused at the threshold. “I left the bag of groceries in the trunk. Let me have the keys.”
Keisha tossed her the keys as she leaned down to unlace her boots. Xandi closed the door and ran