Hidden Passions (Hidden, #7)(59)

Tony stopped trying to speak. His breathing was deep and ragged. Unable to deny he liked the sound, Chris straddled his hips and sat. Muscle by muscle, he drew his touch down Tony's satiny back. Every one of his fingertips registered Tony's heart pounding. When he reached Tony's ass, its muscles were quivering.

The red mark he'd left was fading. Shifters rarely retained bruises. Chris's fingers curled. He wanted to hit the place again and wasn't sure he should. He'd been aggressive with partners, but he'd never seriously spanked one.

Some fantasies were safer not lived out.

"Go ahead," Tony whispered. "You know you won't hurt me."

The wolf's head had twisted around to look back at Chris, his green gaze shooting laserlike at him. He'd bent his arms so that his hands were level with his shoulders. They weren't relaxed. His fingers had sprouted claws. They punctured the plastic panels that formed a new floor above the seats. Despite Chris's weight bearing down on him, Tony's pelvis was slightly lifted. He seemed not to want pressure there, as if maybe he'd come too quickly if he got it.

Was it possible Tony had been thinking about this too?

"Can't you see I'm excited?" Tony's voice was low and rough. "I'm dripping a f*cking oil slick here."

With perfect timing, Chris's sharp ears heard a droplet hit. The sound acted like a spark running up a fuse. Chris took a second to shiver before raining a storm of quick sharp smacks around Tony's ass. He kept the onslaught going for half a minute, his palm in love with Tony's resilience. When he stopped, his rear was pink all over. The blows had been forceful enough for that.


Fascinated by the effect, Chris stroked Tony's simmering glutes the same as he had after his initial strike. He hoped the spanking had felt good, that it increased Tony's awareness of this part of his body. Seeing the new marks were also fading, Chris made dents in them with his fingertips.

"God," Tony moaned, his spine twisting.

The motion sure looked like pleasure. Chris had shifted back to hit him from a better angle, and Tony's butt had lifted to meet the blows. Wanting to be sure he'd enjoyed them, Chris slipped one hand around Tony's hipbone and under him. His erection was thick and shuddering, fighting gravity with its slant. Chris ringed it snugly with thumb and fingers, pulling along its shaft to the knob.

"Shit," Tony hissed. "You're going to bring me off."

Chris wasn't ready to do that, so he released his cock. Tony wasn't looking at him anymore. Head bowed forward on his neck, he rolled his brow in small sideways motions on the floor. The pose was like the definition of surrender. Chris squeezed Tony's shoulders before drawing his hold down his sides.

The touch was enough to make the wolf shudder.

"Please--" Tony began.

"Shh," Chris cut him off firmly. He was pretty certain they both wanted him in charge. He used the knuckles and thumb of one hand to spread the cleft of Tony's clenched cheeks apart, exposing the tight creases of his anus. With his other hand he snapped the ampoule of oil, making sure the silky fluid ran to the right target.

He didn't tell Tony to relax. That seemed too soft an instruction for their current activities.

"You will take me," he predicted. "You can't stop me from prepping you."

His thumbs caught the lube that threatened to run astray. He pushed it over Tony's closed entrance, rubbing back and forth, letting Tony enjoy the friction on that nerve-laden area.

The wolf choked a little noise, hips shoving helplessly back toward him.

Chris decided he was ready. He pushed both thumbs inward at the same time.

Tony arched, the sound he made a sexy cross between a snarl and a groan. Chris worked his bent thumbs into and around the first stretch of his passage.

"Deeper," Tony begged.

"I don't think so," Chris growled, pulling his touch away. Swinging off him altogether, he moved on his hands and knees toward the front of the Explorer.

"Where are you going?" Tony asked.

"Wait," Chris ordered.

He kept his own supplies in the glove compartment. One in particular would prevent their scents from combining quite so much. The Tiger! brand condom he pulled out wasn't the most expensive the company made. Under the circumstances, Chris didn't need fancy spells to prevent conception. Ribbing was nice, though, and extra-thin latex. Hopefully, Tony would agree.

Tony had shifted partly onto his side to watch him roll the rubber on. Chris's view of Tony's cock tantalized. The wolf was unmistakably revved up, his erection actually dark against his tanned abdomen. His balls had pulled up a little, though they still lolled between his thighs.

"I didn't tell you to move," Chris said.

Tony's eyes flared brighter. Normally, he'd have made a wiseass remark but not this time. He wriggled back onto his front instead.

His docility was exciting. Chris's heart sped up as he moved to him. Since they were there, waiting, he struck Tony's right cheek and then his left.

"Bend your legs up, wolf," he said.

Tony did. The change in position lifted his ass toward Chris. Chris bent his body around him, chest to back, pelvis to rear, hands flattened outside Tony's so he was caged. Tony's ass was hotter than normal as it cushioned his erection. The moment felt different, like they were exploring new territory. Liking that whether he should or not, Chris dragged his lengthened teeth across Tony's nape.