Bite Me, Too [sHarmony Shifters 2] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove)

by Jana Downs

  Brandon’s hand flew over the keyboard, hurrying to complete the process and close out the program.

  “Don’t rush it,” Evan whispered, licking the shell of his ear. “I love watching you work. It’s sexy as hell. I’m so hard, Brandon.”

  Brandon growled. He couldn’t help it.

  Evan chuckled, running his hand over both of Brandon’s suddenly rock-hard nipples. “You were right. A sharp mind is a very sexy thing.”

  He closed his sequence and turned his head to look at Evan. “Show me how sexy it is.”

  The human leaned forward and pressed their lips together. Triumph washed through him. The soft texture of his mate’s mouth on his own only made him that much more aroused. He needed inside Evan like he needed air in his lungs and blood in his veins. He bit Evan’s bottom lip, and his mate whimpered against him. Had he really only touched this man for two days? It felt like he’d always touched Evan’s body, kissed his lips, invaded his mind.

  “Mine,” he snarled, eager to touch more than Evan’s lips.

  “Yours,” Evan agreed, stumbling backward. “Come on. The foreplay is killing me.”

  Brandon adjusted his cock in his slacks and ran his gaze up and down Evan’s frame. “You’re sure? Here?” Evan deserved more than a quick tussle in a security room. He deserved a big bed, champagne, and a few dozen roses.

  “I want you,” Evan murmured. “I can’t wait for the drive over unless you want some road head.” He looked half-intrigued by the concept.

  Brandon blinked. “Does that mean what I think it means?” The idea of Evan’s lips wrapped around his prick as he drove home made his cock start leaking.

  Evan’s voice was more than a little breathless. “Yeah.”

  “You are a little kinky, beautiful,” Brandon said, squeezing his prick to keep it from shooting into his pants right then and there.

  “I’m a little bit of an exhibitionist,” Evan admitted, his cheeks coloring a lovely shade of primrose. “Is that a problem?”

  Brandon just laughed, pushing himself to his feet and stalking after his human as the man retreated a few steps. If Evan wanted an exhibition, he was going to get one. “Lock the door,” he instructed, pointing toward the security door. They weren’t likely to be interrupted, but the possibility would keep both their dicks hard and their sex a little desperate. Brandon was intensely grateful for the lubed condom in his wallet.

  Evan ran over to the door, twisting the bolt with a flick of his wrist. “How long until the next shift gets here?”

  “No second shift tonight,” Brandon said, pulling his wallet from his slacks. “Won’t be until morning after everything that happened today. The site is officially offline ’til 8:00 a.m.” His mouth drifted upward into a grin. “Though the janitorial staff will be coming in to clean up later. So we still need to hurry.” Evan groaned, and he knew he’d said the right thing.

  He stripped off his security shirt and popped the button on his slacks before slowly lowering the zipper. Evan echoed his motions, stripping down to nothing in a whirlwind of flying clothes. Brandon’s cock jerked at the sight. He pushed his slacks down his thighs and stepped out of them, kicking them over to where his shirt had dropped.

  “Where?” Evan asked, a breathless quality to his voice. He seemed anxious to get the deed over with.

  Brandon inclined his head toward the empty cubicle in the back. “There.” He paused. “It’s been a while.” It was half of an apology. He was eager to get inside his mate and didn’t know if he had the patience to make love to him as slow and as worshipping as he deserved.

  “It’s been a long time for me, too.” Evan all but ran across the room to the cubicle, leaning his forearms down on the desktop and uplifting his pert little ass in one fluid motion once he got there. Brandon followed him over at a slower pace, turning the condom he’d extracted from his wallet over in his hand.

  “I can’t stretch you properly with just my cock and a condom.” He didn’t want to hurt him. Evan raised his hand, a bottle of scentless lotion in hand.

  “I snagged this off your desk.” He smiled at him over his shoulder. “Get over here.”

  Brandon smiled. Yeah. That was his fucking soul mate right there.

  He laid the condom on the table beside his lover and took the lotion from him, pouring a generous amount of lotion onto his fingers. He spread Evan’s cheeks with one hand before pushing his fingers against the tight entrance he found there. One finger sank to the first knuckle, and Evan gave a muffled groan into his forearm. Brandon’s cock dripped a drop of pre-cum at the sound. His human mate was sexy as hell.

  “You’re going to squeeze my cock like a vise,” he rumbled, fucking his finger deeper.

  “Gonna fuck me good?”

  “I’ll take you to the stars, beautiful boy,” he promised, adding more lube and another finger after a few more plunges. Evan was already rocking back against him, his hips cantering in a delicious counterthrust. He made the most delicious sounds of want Brandon had ever heard.

  A third finger stretched his passage, and Evan’s breathing grew a little harsher. “You okay?”

  “Yeah,” he murmured. “Please.” The plea went straight to Brandon’s cock.

  A few more plunges and Brandon was reasonably sure that he was ready for him, so he pulled his fingers from Evan’s clutching body. With a quick motion, he grabbed up the condom and ripped open the pack with his teeth.

  At the sound of the tearing wrapper, Evan straightened before turning around toward him. “Let me put it on,” Evan murmured, reaching for condom.

  Brandon gritted his teeth but nodded. He just had to make sure that he wasn’t going to shoot his load before he sank into Evan’s heat. With careful hands, Evan slid the slicked condom down his length, not hesitating for second. He was intensely grateful when Evan took his hand away even as he mourned the loss.

  Evan turned back to the cubicle desk and bent forward. “I ache,” the human admitted, tilting up his hips as Brandon touched them to steady the both of them.

  “So do I. I think I’ve ached for you since that first day we played on Hackverse.” He took his cock in hand and pressed it against Evan’s entrance. Evan murmured something Brandon couldn’t make out and shoved his hips backward, impaling himself on Brandon’s cock.

  Brandon hissed, his mind blanking as waves of pleasure raced up and down his spine and tightened his balls dangerously. He fully seated himself and squeezed his eyes shut to keep from coming. His mating fangs filled his mouth, and the animal side of him demanded that he take Evan, claim him properly. Thank God for the condom.

  He held Evan’s hips still as the urge to come faded somewhat. He needed the control. A moment later he pulled halfway out before surging forward once more. They both cried out at the sensation.

  “Beautiful,” he complimented, thrusting harder inside Evan’s tight ass. “So fucking beautiful.” His fangs made his speech slurred slightly.

  “Shh,” Evan begged. “Someone might hear.” And he was getting off on the idea. He smirked at the heavy desire in his lover’s voice. He was a vise around Brandon’s cock. There was no room left for words as his instincts took hold of him and forced him into ever-higher spheres of pleasure. He fucked Evan like he was never going to touch anyone ever again, and he wouldn’t. The pleasure Evan gave him was going to ruin him for all other lovers for the rest of eternity.

  The sound of their flesh smacking together filled the security room, their accompanying pants the only other sound as Brandon drove them both toward release. Evan whimpered a second before his cock shot the sticky proof of his release onto the tiled floor. Brandon growled, hauling him upright so he could press his chest against Evan’s back and fuck him deeper. Their height difference helped his angle, and he drove into Evan’s body over and over again as he spiraled into pure feeling.

  He pressed kisses and stinging nips along the side of his human’s throat, not wanting to break the skin and mate them but aching to do so all the s
ame. Evan groaned. “Do it. Bite me,” he commanded, his voice harsh and needy.

  Brandon growled and bit down, unable to help himself as instinct demanded his full attention. His fangs connected top and bottom, the taste of Evan’s blood filling his mouth. He thrust harder, needing to come. Two thrusts later, he was there.

  Evan shuddered, crying out in a nearly dry orgasm as Brandon rocked through his own release. His mind drifted on hazy clouds of white cotton as a sense of pure animal satisfaction filled him. Evan’s body sagged, his legs shaking, but Brandon held him up easily, unwilling to release his grip.

  “Holy moley,” Evan whispered. He sounded like he’d been screaming the way his voice had gotten all throaty in the aftermath. Brandon licked at the bite he’d made apologetically.

  “Sorry ’bout the bite.” He worried that he might’ve infected Evan, but without the complete exchange, minus the condom, they should have been okay. “I didn’t realize how intense it would be.”

  Evan chuckled, but the sound was strained. “Are you kidding? I just had two orgasms in a row. You can bite me whenever you want.”

  Brandon shook his head at his lover’s antics before pressing a kiss to his mark. It would scar. They always did if it was a mate mark. “I still should’ve had more control. Gonna pull out, okay?”

  “Hmm, yeah. Take me home with you?”

  “Absolutely. I owe you dinner at the very least. Real dinner.” And a real bed and real lovemaking. He was going to treat his mate properly even if he had to have Evan kicking and screaming the whole time.

  He slowly pulled from his lover’s body and froze as he went to make short work of the condom. “Motherfucker.”

  “What is it?” Evan asked, leaning his hands on the desk to keep him upright.

  “The condom broke.”

  Chapter Five

  Evan was sore, but it was a good kind of sore. It was the kind of sore that said the person feeling the soreness had a long evening of getting fucked good and proper. He hadn’t even realized how unused to sex his muscles were until Brandon tucked him into bed after another round of hard sex.

  Brandon had been upset about the whole condom issue, but Evan had reassured him that he wasn’t mad. In fact, he was secretly relieved. He hadn’t wanted to wait for the bite and the turning anyway. He’d waited too long for Brandon already. Enough was enough. However, he did feel bad that Brandon was feeling disappointed in himself for violating some weird honor code that he seemed to have lodged in his brain pan. What was going to happen was going to happen. They’d just have to wait and see.

  He was snuggled against Brandon’s bare chest when the alarm went off. He groaned and rolled away from the noise, leaving his lover to deal with the sound. He didn’t want to move. He needed a hot shower and an hour-long massage to get his day started off right.

  Brandon kissed his ear. “Time to get up, sleepyhead.”

  “Mmm,” he groaned. “Can’t make me.”

  “You wanna play hooky after missing yesterday?” Brandon reasoned. Damn the man and his infallible logic. Evan stretched, begging his tired body to get with the program. Oh well. At least they had the weekend coming up. They could spend their Saturday lounging by Brandon’s pool. He didn’t know what it was about the summer, but he just didn’t want to go to work. It was probably an attitude left over from his college days when he and the guys spent their summers doing odd jobs and lounging about.

  He managed to force himself into a sitting position while Brandon headed toward the massive walk-in closet where he kept his clothes. His house really was huge. The guy didn’t act arrogant or stuck up though. Despite the money he clearly had, Brandon reminded him of any other blue-collar guy he’d met.

  He rubbed his hand over his face. “Do you have clothes I can borrow?”

  “Yeah,” he called from the closet. “They’re going to be about four sizes too big, but you don’t have any meetings, right?”

  “Nah. I just need something that’s not covered in unidentifiable sticky substances.” Not that the guys would have much problem identifying them once he told them where he’d come from. He did not want to deal with the teasing that would erupt from that conversation.

  “Okay. I think I’ve got an old pair of blue jeans in here that may fit you. They’re still going to be too long on you.”

  “Fine with me.”

  Brandon came back into the room with clothes in hand. “You’re lucky I don’t throw anything away. I still have blue jeans from my track days. When I ran track, I was much smaller, at least through the waist.”

  He had a hard time believing that. Brandon was all muscle through and through. “Thank you.”

  Brandon handed over the jeans and T-shirt. “You’re welcome.” He crossed his arms over his chest, consideration on his face.

  “What?” Evan asked, unsure of what Brandon was looking at him like that for.

  “You know, if you wanna keep a bag of clothes over here for times like this, you’re welcome to. My housekeeper will do your laundry, and it might help with situations like this.”

  It was a big step, one that he should’ve expected given what they’d done yesterday. “I’ll bring a bag when I come over next.”

  “When are you coming over next?”

  “I don’t know. You want me to text you with definite plans?”

  Brandon inclined his head, his expression maddeningly blank. “Sure. That works for me.” He pushed his hair off his forehead. “How are you feeling?”

  “Fine I guess.” Evan shrugged. “Tired but otherwise okay. Why?”

  “Let me know if you start to feel funny today. I don’t know exactly how long it’s supposed to take or even if it will, but I want you to keep me updated.”

  “Oh. Right.” Evan had almost forgotten that the condom had broken yesterday. Brandon had been more than a little apologetic about it. “You think I really might be, you know, a shifter now?”

  Brandon nodded. “There is a good possibility. I don’t want you to be afraid. I will take care of you, always. I promise. I take my responsibilities seriously.”

  “I don’t want to be just another responsibility,” Evan murmured, unease filling him. He hadn’t meant to get his way so soon, but now that he had, he didn’t regret it. They were mates after all.

  Brandon’s expression softened, and he sat back on the side of the bed, drawing Evan into his arms once again before placing a feather-soft kiss on his lips. “You are never a burden to me, beautiful. I’ve waited my entire life for my mate to come into my life, and now here you are. I know we haven’t known each other face-to-face for a long time, but I feel you deeper than I’ve ever felt anyone before, if that makes sense. Time is just a human measurement. Shifters don’t take sure things into account.”

  Evan snuggled in closer. “Thank you. I needed to hear that. I don’t love you yet, Brandon. But I want to someday.”

  Brandon squeezed him. “I have full faith that love will come in time. No worries.” The admission pleased him more than it should have. Beautiful man that his mate was said the perfect thing every time. He kissed him again before releasing his hold. “Come, beautiful. We need to get ready. Want to grab a shower in here? I’ll take one of the guest bathrooms.”

  “Why don’t we shower together?”

  “Because I’ll never get to work,” Brandon said, apology all over his expression. “I don’t have enough control to keep from touching you.”

  Evan’s lips twitched. “Well, I suppose given that flattering reason I can let it slide.” He grabbed the clothes Brandon had handed him earlier and forced himself to his feet. He was naked underneath the sheet. “Where are your towels?”

  “In the linen closet opposite the sink.”

  Evan padded toward the attached master bath, leaving his lover on the bed. They needed to hurry.

  * * * *

  It was lunchtime when Evan started feeling weird. He felt irritated for no reason whatsoever, and his skin felt too tight. He debated on ca
lling Brandon and telling him, but he didn’t want to overreact. He rubbed his neck where Brandon had bitten him. It would’ve been smart to ask if his fangs had come out when they’d done it last night as well. If the animal was satisfied, then they wouldn’t. It would’ve been a big indication if this was actually happening.

  He touched the bite and shivered as it sparked little tendrils of desire along his nerves. He massaged the spot a little harder and felt those tendrils curl around his cock. Oh yeah. It felt a bit fantastic. His erection stood up and took notice of the sensation.

  “Hey, man, we’re ordering a pizza and having it delivered. What you want on it?”

  Evan jumped at the voice in his doorway. He snatched his hand off his neck like he had been caught with it down his pants. “Um, sure. Pizza sounds good.”

  Jude leaned against the doorframe, green eyes sparkling. “What you want on it?”

  “The usual. Pepperoni, cheese, whatever else you veggie lovers wanna throw on there.” He knew his cheeks were blazing. There was no other possibility. He felt too hot for his cheeks not to be twelve shades of red.

  “You guys mated,” Jude said. It wasn’t a question.

  “It was an accident. Brandon bit me when the condom broke. We were going to wait.” He didn’t know why he felt the need to explain. Maybe it was because Jude was like a brother to him.

  Jude pushed off the doorframe. “Yeah. You should have waited, but, hell, I should have waited to sleep with Logan if you go by what we’re taught. Taking it slow is a human MO. Shifters are different though, and their animals can’t lie about things that most people take for granted. You’re the one who told me that if it’s right, it’s right. You don’t have to justify mating your man with me.”

  A happy squeal sounded behind him. “He mated him?”

  He rolled his eyes. Collin was a mess. “Yeah. Hey, Jude?”

  “What?”

  “How did you feel when you were turned?”

  Jude shrugged. “Restless mostly. Like I’d outgrown an old jacket but was still trying to wear it while running a marathon.”