Hidden Passions (Hidden, #7)(9)

"That's enough," he said huskily.

Tony grinned like the Cheshire cat.

The beta couldn't let that stand. He put his hands on Tony's shoulders, shoving once to tumble him backwards. "Bend your legs up against your chest."

Tony did as he was asked.

"Wrap your forearms behind your knees."

Too turned on to feel awkward, Tony did that as well.

Chris crawled over him on hands and knees, the grace of his beast apparent in each sinuous motion. His body cast an ominous and exciting heat shadow.

"Pull your legs wider," he demanded.

The order was harsher than before. Tony couldn't help what it did to him. As he obeyed, his breath caught like cotton within his throat.


Seeing this, Chris's manner turned kind of grim. Tony wondered why but didn't ask. The tiger took his own cock in hand. Tipping its stiffness down, he pressed the lubed-up head against Tony's tight entrance. His gaze dropped to watch the place, the sight of them almost joined clearly arousing him.

Do it, Tony thought, unable to speak aloud.

Chris pushed slowly into him.

Tony's neck arched with pleasure. Chris swore, evidently liking the inward glide. The pressure of his entry felt incredible. His cock was thick, breaching Tony's virgin passage bit by bit. Waves of delicious heat spread out from the stretch. Every inch Chris penetrated hummed with sensation, like he was waking Tony's nerves as he went.

"Okay?" Chris gasped after he'd shoved in as far as he could go.

Tony moaned out a yes.

His thighs were squashed beneath Chris's substantial weight, his lungs sawing in and out. He felt so good he trembled . . . and wanted so much he didn't know how to ask for it.

A man was inside him. This man. After all those years of nothing but dreaming.

"Open your eyes," Chris said quietly.

Tony opened them. Chris didn't look grim now. His face was intent but calm.

"You feel so good inside me," Tony marveled. "If I'd known, no way could I have held off."

He probably sounded like a twit. Chris's lips slanted. "Nothing quite like taking your first dick."

He was teasing but not meanly. Tony released his thighs and wrapped his calves around Chris's ribs. He guessed that was okay, because Chris brushed a lock of hair off of Tony's forehead. The gesture was tender but casual--no big deal for the man. Tony tried not to think about the other men Chris must have done it to.

"I want the rest," Tony said. "I want you f*cking me."

Chris's eyes flashed golden. For a moment, Tony thought the request might have earned him a longer wait. Luckily the cat wasn't in the mood to torture him.

"Okay," he said, shifting to dig in with his knees. "You need anything different from what I do, you only have to say."

Tony wanted exactly what Chris gave him. The cat drew back and thrust in, hard enough that his hipbones slapped Tony's ass. Tony let out a strangled sound. Chris had hit the aching spot he'd been wishing he'd stroke before.

"Again," he said. "Please, God, do that some more."

Chris laughed and did it again and again, until Tony breath whined out with pleasure. He wanted the bliss to go on forever, and he wanted to come right then.

"Hold on," Chris said. "I'm taking this up a notch."

Tony's scalp nearly caught on fire. Chris thrust faster, running over and over what Tony assumed was his prostate gland. "I can't," he said, beginning to twist beneath the barrage of good feelings. "My come's going to explode."

"You can," Chris insisted. "Don't hold your breath like that."

He didn't let up his new more determined pace, his expression as he pounded into him focused but not aggressive. He was going hard to give Tony more pleasure, because he thought Tony could take it. Just in case, Chris's attention stayed on Tony, making sure he kept on enjoying it. Tony couldn't hide that he did--and not just physically. Possibly Chris was being a responsible beta, looking out for a sexual rookie. Regardless, Tony relished being the temporary center of someone's world. His role as the pack's omega sometimes made him an afterthought. Tony certainly wasn't that to Chris. Tony was the reason the tiger's cock was as hard as diamond inside of him. Tony was the reason Chris's whole body was throbbing.

That awareness was almost too exciting. Trying to remember how to breathe, he clutched Chris's back and his claws slid out.

The partial change nicked the tiger's skin.

"Sorry," he panted when Chris reacted with a grunt.

"Nuh," he said, his chest dropping closer, his hips speeding even more. Their flesh slapped together crazily. "That's . . . good for me."

Tony guessed it was. The other man's cock stretched longer, his breath ripped into pieces by excitement.

"Shit," he cursed. "Don't tighten on me like that."

Tony couldn't help it but wasn't able to say so. The other man's fraying control aroused him too much to restrain himself. Desperate to finish it for them both, he slung his leg high around the cat's shoulder.

"Okay," Chris said, working his hand between their bellies. "I'll bring you now."

He gripped Tony's cock and squeezed. His hand was so big he engulfed Tony's erection. His thumb crooked over the sensitive head, his pinkie finding the sexual gland all wolves had at the base of their penises. The dual hot spots jangled, but the fireman didn't stroke or pull like Tony expected. He made a vise instead, moving Tony's lust-stretched skin the little bit it still could over his hard core.