All or Nothing [Shadow Creek 4] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove)

by Leah Blake

  “Mine.”

  Nico bit his lower lip as he pulled back. Mik whimpered, his body burning up with each taunting kiss, lick, and swirl of Nico’s mouth and tongue down his chest. He didn’t stop to toy with his nipples as he had in the gym, but left a damp trail straight to his jeans. Mik held on to the wolf’s shoulders to keep from sliding down the tree, his vision pulsing in time with his rapid heart rate.

  “Nico,” Mik pleaded.

  Nico chuckled, flicking open the button on Mik’s jeans before glancing up at him. “Now, Mikhail, save that voice for when I’m about to make you come.”

  Nico yanked Mik’s jeans down his legs in one swift motion. Mik sucked his lower lip between his teeth as his cock bobbed up from its confines. The muggy summer air enhanced the scent of musk and salt. He couldn’t take his eyes off the wolf lowering to his knees. Nico nuzzled the root of his cock for a moment before he tipped his nose and took a deep breath through flared nostrils.

  “Are you sure you want this for a single night, little hunter?” Nico flicked out his tongue and traced the veins along the underside of Mik’s cock. Mik sucked in a sharp breath against the spears of pleasure. “Only a single night?”

  “You read my mind,” Mik murmured, losing traction on his own thoughts.

  “Transfer, honey. A transfer.”

  Another lick, from root to tip. Nico’s tongue swirled over his crown. Mik’s eyes rolled back into his head. A fierce tremor jerked his body.

  “Nee-co.”

  “Sweet spirits.” Nico brushed his lips all over the head of Mik’s cock, driving him mad by the second. His fingers dug into Nico’s shoulders, his nails threatening to break skin. Nico rubbed the flat of his tongue against his slit, his glans, until Mik cried out.

  “Damn you, Nico.” Mik grabbed his cock and moved it away from Nico’s torturous mouth. “Fuck, man.”

  Nico nuzzled his damn mouth and nose between the root of his cock and his sac.

  Hell, I’m dying tonight. Right here because a wolf is going to make me combust.

  “Mmm, you smell incredible.” Nico licked his sac, sending Mik to another dimension. “Are you going to keep that dick to yourself? Or are you planning on sharing?”

  “You planning on playing with it or sucking on it?”

  Nico sucked the very edge of his sac between his lips and played that wicked tongue along his tingling skin, then released him. “Learn patience, honey.”

  “I’m very patient.” If that wasn’t the biggest lie at the moment, Mik had no idea what was. He lacked all patience at the mercy of Nico. Glancing down, he caught Nico’s curious gaze. His pupil swallowed the gold except for a shimmering halo in the darkness. “More than you, apparently.”

  “Mikhail, I can tease you in more ways than you can count, bringing you to the very edge of your sanity before I let you settle back down. I can go on for hours like that, never letting you come.”

  Nico tilted his head and bit the inside of Mik’s leg. He jerked, the painful pinch acting as a conduit to his pleasure, intensifying Nico’s gentle suckles along the same area. He repeated the bite-suckle three more times, creeping closer to the juncture of his groin before Mik whimpered.

  “Stop! Okay, you win.” Mik’s legs trembled beneath the weight of his body, weakening beneath the onslaught of Nico’s maddening foreplay. He released his dick, and damn if his erection sprang toward Nico’s mouth. “There.”

  Nico smiled, drawing the tip of his finger along the length of swollen, throbbing flesh.

  “Mikhail, when was the last time you laid down for a man?”

  The question caught Mik off guard. “What?”

  Nico dragged that same finger from his tip to his root, the gentle tickle from his nail shattering his thoughts for a moment.

  “When was the last time you had sex with a guy?” The tip of Nico’s tongue slid through his slit. “You are gay, right?”

  “Yes. And it’s been a while. Why?”

  “A month? Two? A year?”

  “Why do you care?”

  “Because…” Nico’s damn finger circled the root of his ball sac before it brushed Mik’s rear hole, sending Mik into a tailspin. “I don’t want to hurt you when I claim your body tonight.”

  Mik thrust his hips forward. Nico leaned back, keeping Mik’s dick from touching his mouth. “You’re hurting me now, you god awful tease.”

  “Aren’t you demanding?”

  The wolf chuckled. Fucking chuckled.

  Mik groaned and started to shove Nico back when the wolf caught the tip of his cock between his lips and sucked. Those wicked fingers massaged his balls as he took Mik deeper and deeper with his mouth. Breath choked him and he swore he saw sparks. Hot, wet bliss swallowed him down. Warm, strong fingers catapulted him straight to a precipice he craved, but not yet. Not so soon.

  Nico slackened his mouth, easing the suction that threatened to pull every drop of cum from Mik’s sac. The wolf leaned back again, releasing Mik’s cock from his lips. Mik trembled with each lick and swirl Nico performed along his erection, keeping him teetering on the brink of a massive sexual meltdown.

  “Horrible. You’re fucking horrible.”

  Nico laughed, the sound so soft and sexy, full of thick desire and control. It taunted the frayed edges of Mik’s nerves, messing with his thoughts. God, he wanted to lay down for this man, this beast, this…this…

  My mate.

  “Wait, baby.” Nico gave a little tug on the jeans pooled around Mik’s ankles. Mik practically jumped out of them, and let Nico slip his socks off. “Just…wait.”

  Mik opened his mouth to rebut. Unfortunately, Nico rose to his feet, sliding that hard chest against every inch of his naked body, short circuiting his brain. The only thing he understood, he cared about, was Nico, and what his mate was going to do to put out the fire he started.

  * * * *

  Each nerve, each muscle, each bone in Nico’s body thrummed with the feral hunger of his wolf. Mikhail’s heady arousal saturated his lungs and his mouth, leaving him to swim in absolute delight. The moment he sensed Mikhail’s surrender, he took over, impressing his need on his mate. Over a month he waited for this moment. A month of borderline madness as the urge to claim and bond mounted. Sitting with Mikhail for three days, caring for him as he lay in Cael’s magically induced coma, damn near killed him.

  They had so much to learn about each other, so much to overcome still, but in these precious moments, Nico wasn’t letting those bumps take root.

  He skimmed his hands down Mikhail’s sides, body wedged between his mate’s legs. The man’s eyelids were heavy, half-mast, and his lips parted on fast, shallow breaths. He relished in the texture of his skin, from patches of smooth, hard muscle to the faint bumps of old scars. He was perfectly imperfect, his struggles a story written on his flesh. A book Nico planned to indulge.

  “Why are your jeans still on?” Mikhail asked, his fingers tracing the leather cord around Nico’s neck to the gold medallion resting on his chest. Nico leaned down and traced a line of open-mouthed kisses along his mate’s jaw. The soft moan of pleasure ramped up the pressure in his cock, and shook the restraints he clung to. “Nico.”

  “Mmm.”

  He nuzzled his nose along Mikhail’s neck, the quickened tap of his pulse teasing the edge of his mouth. He tried to keep his fangs at bay, but the pull to sink his teeth into his mate’s neck was damn near too much to resist. He molded his hands around Mikhail’s sweet, round ass and lifted him up. A short cry fled Mikhail’s lips, a crease forming between his brows. The hand gripping tight to his shoulder sank nails into his skin, setting a shocking bolt of pleasure loose.

  Mikhail humped his lower belly, the wet tip of his dick coating his skin in warm pre-cum. The faint coppery scent of blood didn’t seem to bother his impatient hunter.

  “Mikhail, easy.” Nico dug out the small bottle of lube he’d tucked in his pocket before leaving the room. As the hunger intensified between them, he refused to go anywhere
without it.

  “I-I can’t…wait.” Mikhail wrapped his arm around Nico’s neck and pulled him in for a fierce, crushing kiss.

  Nico growled, feeding the fire that burned bright and wild. He made quick work of opening his jeans, but not much else. Mikhail’s legs locked around his waist, his heels digging into his lower back, forcing him closer.

  Spirits, the sweet rush of his mate’s abandon was intoxicating. It drew on his wolf’s desire to lay claim to his man, mark him as Nico’s, and make him scream in ecstasy.

  Nico fumbled with the lube, but managed to squeeze it onto his fingers without dropping the bottle. Pressing his mate’s back to the tree, aware of the bark biting into his skin, he slipped his fingers along his crack. His fingertips teased the tight rosette. He twisted his hand and used his thumb to gently work past the clenched muscles, concentrating on the feel of Mikhail’s body instead of the ferocious throb along his own cock.

  Mikhail’s breath fled him, his mouth tearing away from Nico’s. “Ohhh, damn.”

  “Yes, little one.” Nico licked the flavor of Mikhail’s mouth from his lips, pressing his thumb to the knuckle. Mikhail shuddered. “You need to be stretched if you want to take me.”

  “Why don’t you stretch me with your dick, wolf? Instead of your fingers. I’m not a virgin.” He wiggled against Nico’s hand, pressing their foreheads together. Nico bit down on his lower lip, his fangs digging into his flesh. Hell, the swirling lust in Mikhail’s eyes sucked him in, begging him to succumb to his mate’s breathy demands. “I-I don’t understand this need inside of me, but I want you. I feel I can’t be without you a second more.”

  “Mutual, little one.” Spirits, was that feeling mutual. Nico slipped his pointer finger into the man’s hole and slowly scissored his fingers, dying with each quiet whimper from Mikhail’s mouth. “Sweet as sin.”

  “Your voice.” Mikhail sat down on his fingers. “Ahh, please. I can’t stand this any longer.”

  Nico couldn’t either. He pulled his fingers from Mikhail’s body, hooked on to his jeans, and shoved them down his thighs. He lubed up his cock and positioned his tip at the sweet ring of Mikhail’s ass.

  He pressed against the resisting entry until Mikhail’s body began to give way. “A wolf is about to claim you, hunter.”

  “No.” Mikhail’s couldn’t appear more drunk on lust and looking damn sexy if he tried. His gaze could barely hold Nico’s. His hands rubbed all over Nico’s shoulders, neck, chest, bringing his skin from tingling to burning. “Nico. Nico’s about to claim me.”

  Mikhail brushed his lips over Nico’s before he pulled back enough to capture his mate’s dazed look. “Baby, the man and the wolf are one and the same, so be sure about this.”

  In response, Mikhail rolled his hips into Nico, seating himself halfway down his cock and ripping away the last of his logic. The wolf stretched and yawned, demanding he take what belonged to him.

  Mikhail. Mikhail belonged to him. Would always belong to him.

  Looping his arms beneath Mikhail’s legs and spreading him open, Nico pressed deeper into the tight, hot canal, swallowing down the urge to growl. To bite. He sank his claws into the tree’s bark, pinning Mikhail between him and the tree.

  Sheer pleasure came over Mikhail’s expression. He dropped his head back and let out a cry, clenching his body around Nico’s erection. Nico ground his teeth, forcing each breath into his lungs, trying not to lose himself to the incredible sensations of sinking into Mikhail, teasing his prostate, listening to those mind-whirling sounds of delight.

  “My god, Nico. Are you always so damned controlled?” Mikhail spoke in short gasps, his entire body tense, shifting, writhing as much as the bark would allow without tearing apart his back. He grabbed hold of Nico’s waist and, with one strong motion, brought their bodies completely together. “Yes!”

  Nico didn’t move. He couldn’t move without the risk of losing his load. The hunger within him, within his wolf, demanded he take as rough and wild as he tried for calm and slow. To Mikhail, this was a fuck. To Nico, it was more. It was a crucial opportunity to hook his mate and reel him in for good.

  He couldn’t screw it up.

  “Now you’re the one thinking.” Mikhail brushed Nico’s hair from his eyes and drew his face close. “Are you planning on claiming me?”

  Nico’s upper lip quivered. “Honey, you’re provoking me.”

  “Will it get you moving?”

  Nico caught Mikhail’s shaded gaze. He flashed his mate his fangs and melted when Mikhail responded with a dark grin.

  “The wolf. The man. One and the same. And me.” Mikhail, the insufferable man, brought his mouth to Nico’s ear and nibbled along his lobe. “Your hunter mate.”

  “There is no gap here, little one. None.” Nico shifted his stance, drawing out to his tip before thrusting to his root. Mikhail sieved a sharp breath against his ear. “It’s only you and me.”

  “I like the sound of that.”

  So did Nico.

  And with that admission, he lost himself to the hunger, casting his control to the wind. He found Mikhail’s mouth in a demanding, possessive kiss, his tongue following the same strong, deep thrust of his dick. Mikhail’s arms tightened around his neck, fisting in his hair, his narrow hips and round ass meeting each thrust with a roll that drew Nico deeper.

  He trembled beneath the mounting tension. Liquid fire pooled in his balls, snaked along his dick, spread up through his belly. His thoughts were lost to primal understanding. Reach that sweet, shattering peak. Plant a seed inside Mikhail.

  “Make you mine, Mikhail. I’ll make you mine,” Nico grunted as each piston intensified.

  Slick flesh and the increased aroma of pleasure taunted his senses. Keeping one arm under Mikhail’s knee, he unlatched his claws and slammed them into the tree beside his mate’s head. Mikhail arched his back, exposing the column of his throat. Nico licked him from the hollow of his neck to his chin, closing his eyes as the subtle salty flavor of Mikhail’s sweat-sheened skin flowed over his tongue.

  “Ohh…my…Nico.” Mikhail’s hands clawed against the tree over his head, his body rocking fiercely. Nico pinned him, holding him still long enough for his mate to come back down from his near release. The gorgeous man thrashed and writhed, the scent of blood intensifying. “Stop stopping this. Let it be. Let me come.”

  A deep-set sound resonated from Nico’s chest. He pulled Mikhail from the tree, swung them around, and lowered to his knees on the moss-covered ground. Pulling out of his mate made him ache more than being inside that hot body. Mikhail fought him, trying to keep him in until Nico flipped him onto hands and knees.

  Only then did he see the numerous scratches along Mikhail’s back. His skin exhibited raw scrapes, welts, and open cuts that oozed blood.

  Nico’s nostrils flared. His wolf panted. His mouth watered.

  “Wolf!” Mikhail barked.

  Nico rose behind his little hunter, grabbed him by the shoulder, and drove into Mikhail’s primed ass.

  “Ah!”

  “Scream, baby. Let it out.”

  Nico nailed his mate’s gland with each plunge. His tempo turned desperate, the fire licking and singeing his groin. He tore his gaze away from the beckoning call of Mikhail’s exposed shoulder, unable to control his teeth or the hunger to sink those teeth into his mate’s taut skin.

  “Nico, more!” Mikhail rocked back with each of Nico’s thrusts forward. Nico’s sac slapped his mate’s ass over and over, until, at last, he couldn’t keep the fire from unfurling. “Nee-co!”

  Mikhail’s body tensed. His body clenched down around Nico’s cock, milking his release as his mate bolstered in his own bliss. The man’s unfiltered howls mixed with Nico’s roar as his orgasm tore up through his balls and exploded along his cock, pouring jizz into Mikhail one fierce wave after another. The climax ripped up his body, shattered his mind, leaving him nothing more than the essence of man and wolf in the throes of blind ecstasy.

  As the las
t of his orgasm dribbled from his cockhead, Nico folded down over Mikhail’s shaking form. He gathered his little mate in his arms and pulled him off his hands, bringing him to sit on Nico’s lap, keeping their intimate connection.

  Mikhail dropped his head back on Nico’s shoulder, gasping for breath. His skin was rosy and slick with sweat. Nico nuzzled his face in the crook of his neck, saturating his senses with Mikhail’s musky scent. The man was ambrosia to his mind, and he wanted nothing more than to eat him up.

  “You…we…in the woods…”

  Nico chuckled. “As primitive and wild as you expected?”

  “My back.”

  “I’ll take care of you, little one. Learn to accept me for who I am and you will never be alone.”

  Mikhail lifted his hips until Nico was free of his body and twisted around, straddling Nico’s lap. The man cupped Nico’s face and drew him in for a slow, sweeping kiss.

  When Mikhail ended the kiss, he grinned, chewing his lower lip for a brief moment. “I’m learning, Nico. You’re asking that I forget twenty years of my life in a day. I can’t do that, but I’m learning to see beyond what I’ve believed all this time.”

  Nico shook his head. “No. I’m not asking you to forget anything. Never forget, but learn to accept change. Otherwise, we will never work.”

  I need this to work, Mikhail. Please. I need you. I’ve had you, tasted you, claimed your body. I can’t let you go.

  Mikhail’s grin dropped and a spark of something tender crossed his copper gaze. “You’ll stay by me, whatever the cost?”

  Nico gave a single nod.

  “How could you take me so easily? How could you be so quick to understand and forgive me for who I am?”

  “You’re my mate, Mikhail.” The answer was that simple. Nico would do anything and everything to protect and care for his mate. Every man had a past. Every man had a reason that drove his actions in that past. “Are you willing to make the change and move toward a different future?”