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“You little fuck!”
“Merle please!” he begged, chocolate eyes wide.
The leopard had picked the wrong guy to mess with this time. He’d always been a troublemaker, as long as I’d known him. But this time he’d gone too far.
I grinned at him. “You’re a pretty boy, Caleb, so I’m going to give you a choice. You can walk away now, perfectly unharmed, but exiled from all packs forever…”
He watched me, apprehensive. “Or…”
“Or,” I leaned in, placing one of my big hands on his tanned arm. “Or, you could stay here with me, tonight, and get some of that sex you’re always after.”
“What’s the catch?” he asked, frowning.
I grinned again. He was clever, this one. “The catch is we do things my way. Everything I say, goes.”
He didn’t like it. I could see it in his eyes. But he’d take my bargain. I knew he would. To be exiled from your own kind, always having to hide what you were for fear of discrimination, it was an unthinkable torture.
“One night, no one needs to know?”
“One night, No one needs to know.”
“Deal.” He looked up at me; fear and apprehension the dominant emotions rolling throughout his body, but underneath it all, he was excited. I didn’t blame him. I was a good lay.
The door was locked and the shades drawn. I took a step back, surveying my prize. He was smaller then I was; taller then Anita, but then who wasn’t. His dark brown curls framed his face, skin so dark it almost blended into his hair. The silver ring in his eyebrow glinted in the lamplight.
“Take your shirt off” I commanded. He obliged, pulling the concealing material over his head, revealing perfectly sculpted abs tapering down to a slender waist, another ring hanging from his belly button. My eyes followed the line of dark hair that slipped down under his low rise jeans, and I wanted to see the rest of what I was getting tonight.
“Strip the rest of the way” I said, flicking a casual hand in his direction, assuming he’d do what he was told. I wandered off to the kitchen to find the lube and a couple of condoms. Although to weather I’d use them…sometimes we like it rough.
I walked back into the bedroom to find Caleb lounged comfortably across my king size bed, one slender arm thrown across his eyes, legs slightly spread, already hard and waiting for me.
“Doesn’t look like this is going to be much of a punishment for you boy” I commented idly, pulling my shirt off and dropping it carelessly on the floor. I crawled up onto the bed next to Caleb, gently stroking down his sides until I got to his balls. I wrapped by hands around his penis, pulling a groan of pleasure from his throat as he looked up at me from under thick, dark eyelashes. I’d always noticed that boys had prettier eyelashes than girls.
I let go abruptly, brushing a feather light kiss over his lips, teasing, always teasing, but never giving him what he wanted.
I stood, slipping off the bed and stepping out of my own jeans.
“Suck me,” I said harshly, not even bothering to pretty it up for him. He frowned at me, sitting up and moving back, slightly out of reach.
“No”
It was my turn to frown. In two quick steps I was at the bed, my hand tangled in his hair and pulling his head back at a painful angle. “I told you,” I growled, my voice dropping dangerously low, “that tonight, everything I say goes. Tonight, Caleb, you are nothing more than my bitch.”
He flinched. He was obviously used to being the one in charge in these situations. It didn’t surprise me. Caleb was a gorgeous man, with the stamina of a leopard. He could get almost anybody he wanted, human or shifter.
“You no longer have an alternative. You already gave that up. The only option you have left is how much I let you enjoy it. This can be the best sex you’ve ever had, or the most painful night of your life. It’s up to you.”
I pushed his head down to my groin, thrusting myself against his closed lips. When he didn’t open his mouth, I pulled harder on his hair, making him whimper. “You know what you’re supposed to do” I said, enjoying having this much power over another, cruel as it was. I was a good guy most of the time. What’s the occasional violent fuck between friends…or enemies?
He opened his mouth, taking my full length inside his mouth. God he was good. I groaned, thrusting harder, faster, deeper, until the rhythm I had built up began to fall apart.
I dropped down on the bed, breathless, and watched Caleb as he wiped himself clean and slowly licked my seed off his fingers.
He gazed up at me languidly, a slow smile spreading across his face. “I ain’t nobodies bitch” he said, and I knew, then, that the tables had turned, weather I liked it or not.
“No,” I said softly. “No, I guess you’re not.”
My dark beauty…I mean…the other man rolled gracefully to his knees and crawled towards me with the grace only a cat can have. He slid his body along the length of mine until we were eye to eye, and that one touch had me hard and ready to go again.
He leaned down until our lips touched, and the kiss was soft, gentle, the way you’d kiss a girl for the first time.
I pushed against him, trying to deepen the kiss and get closer to his warmth, but he controlled everything, keeping it slow and easy. He was straddling my hips, but he held himself back enough that there was so much space between us, too much space, and ghostlike touches up and down my arms, back and chest the only contact I could get out of him.
Out of nowhere, Caleb pushed me down. My eyes opened in shock, and I looked up at him from the flat of my back. He grabbed the lube off the bedside table and ran slicked fingers down the length of him, drawing a gasp from my throat.
He laid his body down next to me and slipped one finger deep inside. I gasped again, and looked at him with wild eyes. “Please, Caleb, please” I begged. This must be a spell, it had to be. Twenty minutes ago I had hated this man. But that; and all thoughts fled my mind as he pushed into me, hard and pulsing.
I rocked back and forth against him as I tried to get some friction against my own, almost painful erection. The brown man bit lightly on my earlobe, reaching around and wrapping his hand around me, stroking softly down my length. I arched forward into his touch, and back against his harsh yet somehow gentle thrusts.
Soon, far too soon, I came, spilling wet and warm over his hands. I thought he would come with me, but he didn’t. He kept thrusting, harder and faster, until I was half erect and writhing in ecstasy as he hit that spot, over and over again.
Finally, after what seemed like far too long and never, never enough, he came inside me with one last, shuddery thrust that brought me over the edge once more.
I rolled over, and he let me curl up in his embrace. I was drifting off when he reached behind him for something on the table. I glanced up at him and found he was holding a cigarette between his lips, about to light it. Reaching up, I grabbed it from his mouth and tossed it away. “Not in my house and not when I want to sleep,” I said; barley enough energy left in me to talk; let alone argue.
“Sorry” he breathed, and weather he meant it or not, I never knew. He leaned down and brushed a kiss across the top of my head.
“I think I love you, boy” I sighed, wrapping an arm possessively about his waist.
“I know,” he replied, running a hand down my side like you’d pet a dog, when you don’t even realize your doing it. “I’m a drug.”
My last thought before I drifted of to sleep in Caleb’s embrace was that the sheets would definitely need changing in the morning.
The End