Hidden Passions (Hidden, #7)(53)

Chris drew out the kiss until the sense of imminence in his groin built too high to ignore. Tony's double hand-job was becoming a little too effective.

"Let go of our cocks," he whispered in Tony's ear.

Tony stopped stroking but kept his grip where it was. "I want to come."

"Me too."

"I'm close."

"Me too," Chris said and grinned.

Tony unpeeled his fingers. Without their activity between them, Chris could drop his hips onto his. "Put your hands on my butt."

Tony was feeling sassy. He slapped them around Chris's cheeks. Though he appreciated the sting, Chris wasn't relinquishing control. He came down on one elbow. "Lick my finger. Nice and wet, if you know what's good for you."

Tony lifted his brows but gave Chris's middle finger the desired treatment. Chris wedged that hand under Tony, shooting the slickened finger up Tony's hole.

"Sh-sheesh," Tony stuttered but not with pain. He wriggled, driving the intrusion deeper. Chris couldn't doubt he liked anal play. Trapped between their bellies, Tony's shaft pulsed harder beside his.

That was enough prep, Chris thought. He lowered his upper body, dug his knees into the bed, and rubbed himself in quick short motions up and down Tony's groin.

Tony sucked in air, his cock going rigid, his hips pressing up to get more. His hands were iron clamping Chris's buttocks, but Chris still had strength to move. The friction on their erections drew repeated gasps from him. Tony's muscular body was heaven chafing his. Suddenly Tony shifted angles, apparently desperate to work the base of his cock against the base of Chris's. A new spot of heat had sprung to life down there.

Despite his own pleasure, Chris's hindbrain recognized what it was.

He grunted, pushing his finger far enough to manipulate Tony's prostate gland. Tony groaned with enjoyment. Knowing the wolf was too overwhelmed by good sensations to move effectively, Chris took charge of sliding their cocks even more vigorously together.

"Ah!" Tony cried half a second before Chris's climax broke.

They shot seed up each other's bellies, their strong bodies striving to get as close as possible. Undulating through the increase in slipperiness was messily pleasurable. Chris's cock shot one last salvo, after which the most luxurious warmth spread out from his center.

"Mm," he hummed. "That is so much better."

He didn't object when Tony rolled over him. Now above him, Tony's face was flushed and relaxed, his green eyes alight, his lips full and soft. He was truly lovely to Chris. A small gold medal dangled around his neck: Saint Michael, Chris presumed, the patron of policemen. Admiring Tony's post-coital glow didn't cause him to forget the extra heat that had kindled at the base of the wolf's penis.

"Your bulbus gland activated," he observed.

"Uh-huh," Tony said. He yawned and wriggled out a kink in his vertebrae. "You've made it do that before. It makes coming feel extra good."

"I thought it only swelled when male wolves had sex with women who were good genetic matches. I thought it was a fertility aid."

"What can I tell you?" Tony said. "I guess my glands are gay."

Chris laughed. He lifted a hand to stroke Tony's bangs from his sweaty brow. The locks fell again of course, but touching him was nice. "I wish we could do this every night."

"Mm." Tony shifted lower, laying his head on Chris's thumping heart. Coming that hard was good exercise. Tony's left hand covered Chris's pec, lightly petting the muscle. Chris sensed him making his mind up about something.

"If you trust me," Tony said cautiously, "we could do this now and then."

Chris gnawed his lip. He did trust Tony. "That's really tempting, but I'm not sure I trust myself."

Tony rubbed his chest with his cheek. "We love each other."

"Yes," Chris agreed. "You're out though. Doesn't sneaking around with me feel like a step backwards?"


When Tony lifted his head, his green eyes were serious. "I like you better than any man I've met. I feel more for you, in my heart, than I ever have before. I understand what your job means to you. The chance to be together sometimes instead of never seems like a compromise worth making."

"Wow," Chris said, moved to speechlessness.

Tony smiled at his inarticulate response. Chris knew he couldn't bear not to have that humorous, handsome face in his life.

"Okay," he said. "We'll give it a try. And . . . thank you, Tony. You-- I feel more for you in my heart than I have for anyone."

He meant this to a degree that shocked. How much he loved Tony actually seemed disloyal. No one except Evina had come close to equaling his brothers' importance in his life.

They're gone, he thought, trying to assure himself this was natural. Tony was right here. Of course he would loom larger.

"I won't let you down," Tony promised. "I haven't forgotten how to be careful."

"I hope you don't end up minding."

"Never," Tony said and laid his head back down.

Doubt nudged unease through Chris. Never was a long time. Tony's fingers drew circles on his ribs.

"What about Nate?" Chris asked impulsively.

"What about him?"