Hidden Passions (Hidden, #7)(8)

Chris nudged his knees apart, yet another thrill Tony didn't need. Slowly, gently, Chris pulled the black underwear down his thighs. He stopped dragging when he reached his knees. Tony's legs were probably spread enough, but they were also trapped. Chris's hands returned to his naked rear.

Tony clenched as the cat's palms stroked him.

"This is one fine ass," Chris praised, testing the hard muscles. "I'm going to enjoy f*cking it."

Tony moaned, unable to keep the sound inside. Chris bent around him to lick and nip his nape. The sharp little bite felt incredible. Tony shivered, instincts jumping into action that he had absolutely no practice controlling. He wanted to beg Chris to take him, wanted to grovel and whine as he'd never done in his life. This, he thought, was what being submissive meant. This was why he'd never complained about being the pack's last man.

This was what he'd been born for.

Chris growled softly against his neck. "You want this, don't you? You're dying for someone to master you."

Tony panted, his hands curling into fists on the bed covers. Chris reached past his head for the jar of lube. The sound of him unscrewing it was titillating, the quickened rush of Chris's respiration as he scooped out the slippery stuff. Tony's back arched even before Chris's slick hot fingers found his *.

"Oh God," he gasped as two of them squeezed in.

Chris's free hand clamped behind Tony's neck to restrain his near-violent writhing. "Tell me if anything I do hurts. If it does, I'll wait until you relax some more."


Robbed of speech, Tony groaned and thrust his butt closer.

Chris let out a raspy laugh. "Okay. I'll take that as a go-ahead."

Tony had never felt anything as good as Chris's big, slightly curved fingers massaging him inside. He'd always resisted letting females play this way, for fear his true desires would betray themselves. Nerves he hadn't known he had were singing. His tight outer reaches itched pleasantly, some hot spot deep within him throbbing out a plea for Chris's lovely stroking to stretch to it.

"I need you," he said when they wouldn't reach. "I need you inside me."

Chris was strong, but Tony got one shoulder far enough off the bed to crane around toward his tormentor. Chris's face was flushed, his features taut with intensity. Caught up in what he was doing, he looked up in surprise at Tony's words.

"You sure?" he asked. "I can get you readier."

Stabs of overexcited pleasure were shooting up Tony's cock. "I'm a little too ready," he confessed.

Chris flashed a very white, very toothy grin. "You want me to take you in this position or face to face?"

"We can do that?" he blurted.

This was a stupid question, apparently. He blushed when Chris chuckled. "Dude, don't you watch porn at all?"

"I was afraid to. I thought what I couldn't have would depress me."

Chris's grin softened. He had smile lines around his eyes that Tony really liked. "You have some lost time to make up for, don't you?"

"Face to face," Tony said, answering his previous question. He hesitated. "Unless you like the other way better."

"I like face to face. I like seeing my partner's expression." His voice had sunk, like he was threatening and teasing Tony at the same time.

"Your partners see yours too," Tony said.

Chris nipped his scruff again, holding the skin for a shivery moment before releasing it. Tony realized the position they were in also had merits.

Chris withdrew from it anyway. "Cats are better at hiding their reactions."

"Uh-huh," Tony responded dreamily. It took a second for him to realize this could be taken as a challenge.

"No," Chris said, reading his response. "Don't try to hide from me. Watching what I do to you is a turn-on for me."

Tony could have said the same but sensed this wouldn't wind Chris's gears. Contrary to some people's claims--i.e., his older brother's--Tony knew when to shut up. Saying nothing, he crawled onto the platform bed and rolled onto his back. Chris finished dragging his boxer briefs off his legs and stood looking down at him.

"You too," Tony said, wagging his toes at him. "I want to ogle that great body."

Smiling faintly, Chris removed the rest of his clothes. He wasn't a showoff like Tony, but he wasn't shy either. He didn't have any reason to be. Firefighting kept weres in shape. Every inch of his thickly muscled body was breathtaking.

Quite a few of those inches thrust out and up from his groin. Tony could have stared at his cock all night: the veins, the flush, the sheen on the head where the skin stretched taut. His balls were drawn up. They swung a little as Chris shifted.

"Can I lube you?" Tony asked breathlessly.

"If you like," Chris said.

Tony didn't care that Chris sounded as if he were about to laugh. He rolled up onto his knees, grabbing the jar of Tiger! lubricant on the way. The Tiger! factory made condoms too. Due to their champion shifter immune systems, he and Chris wouldn't require those. With a generous scoop warmed between his palms, he lingered over slicking up Chris's erection.

This was nearly as fun as sucking him. Chris closed his eyes while Tony stroked and explored, no emotion on his features apart from periodic grimaces of pleasure. His claim that cats had poker faces wasn't exaggerated. Tony did everything to Chris that he liked himself. Every squeeze was designed to get him--every rub, every upward tug from the tendons of his groin. Pulling out the big guns, Tony rubbed the pads of his thumbs in opposing buffing motions across his glans. At last, the granite cracked. Chris laid his hand over Tony's to stop him.