by Odessa Lynne
Without any further explanation, Trey turned and headed back out into the woods.
“We’re not fucking,” Brendan said again, to Trey’s back this time. “You hear me? A fucking erection doesn’t mean I want my ass reamed by some—some—some guy I don’t know!”
Trey never responded and Brendan leaned back and tried not to be nervous about being trapped in the woods with a non-human guy who had just killed someone and who seemed determined to make Brendan believe he was going to end up on his knees servicing him in return for the protection he offered.
Because Brendan wasn’t foolish enough to think he stood a chance out in the woods alone, with no memory, with no weapons, no food, no water, and no idea where safety waited. He couldn’t forget what that other one of Trey’s kind had said. “Why would you protect him?” And the even more chilling, “He should be dead…”
If he tried to strike out on his own, he would be screwed.
Brendan sighed and wiped his hand over his face. Make that fucked. Because if Trey said they were going to fuck, Brendan would probably end up fucked. Trey didn’t seem like the kind of guy who tolerated any bullshit; he seemed like the kind of guy who was used to getting what he wanted when he wanted it.
Brendan was a little surprised when his cock twitched at the idea of taking it up the ass from someone as demanding and powerful as Trey, and he wondered if this was normal for him, if he liked guys who took charge and just … took. The idea that he liked that kind of thing all the time just seemed messed up somehow, but he couldn’t deny there was something about Trey that gave him a hard-on just thinking about giving in to him.
For God’s sake, he didn’t even know if he was gay.
Although he had a pretty good idea the answer to that question was going to be a resounding yes.
Rain started to patter on the ground a few feet from him and he looked over his shoulder at the gaping hole that was the entrance into the depths of the cave behind him, dark and forbidding.
No way in hell.
He huddled back against the rock wall and pulled one of his knees up closer to his chest so he had a place to rest his arm. He waited for Trey to return.
Brendan wasn’t sure how long he waited, but the rain came harder, until it turned to a downpour that splattered water up onto his pants and chest and misted his face, sheeting off the overhanging rock ledge above.
He thought he saw a figure in the distance when a lightning bolt shattered the darkness and a rumble of thunder came from so close the noise trembled through the rock at his back.
He narrowed his eyes and stared into the trees, but he couldn’t see anything through the dense woods and the pouring rain because the storm had brought an early night.
Or maybe it was supposed to be night. They’d walked a long way. Brendan rubbed his thigh. His muscles had that shaky tiredness that came from working the muscles too hard, a hot mess of sore spots and cramped toes.
Trey had been on his feet considerably longer than Brendan and with twice the weight too, with Brendan slung over his back, but Trey had hardly seemed tired when he’d walked off to look for water.
Another flash of lightning stabbed through the sky and a shadow materialized directly in front of Brendan. He gasped and jerked back against the rock, his shoulder blade knocking painfully against a rough edge.
“I have food and water,” Trey said, standing only a few feet away.
“You could have warned me it was you,” Brendan muttered. His heart was thumping fast again, responding to the adrenaline that seeing Trey so unexpectedly close had caused.
Trey offered Brendan a small pouch that had been opened that was about the size of his hand. Easily small enough to fit in a back pocket. “It will do you until tomorrow. It tastes terrible, but it’s energy dense.”
Brendan sniffed at the contents. His stomach rebelled. “This smells like shit.”
“It tastes just as bad.” Trey might have laughed at him, but it was hard to tell over the sound of the sheeting rain. Trey sat down beside him on the hard ground and dug his fingers into his own pouch.
Brendan dipped two fingers into the pouch and scooped out what felt like a granulated paste. He didn’t bother sniffing again; it would only turn him off the food and his stomach had started growling the moment he’d realized he finally had something to eat. Grainy like sugar and too sweet, but he choked it down, bite after bite until there was nothing left.
Trey leaned out and stuck his arm under the overhang where the rain poured down. Water filled his empty pouch.
Brendan followed his lead and did the same, and then drank until the sticky aftertaste faded and he’d quenched his thirst.
“Rest,” Trey said. “The rain will hide our trail and we’ll be much harder to find now.”
“What about you? You have to be soaked through.”
“I’ll be fine.”
“I never asked, but are you okay—you know, after that fight?” Brendan hadn’t noticed any obvious injuries, no blood-soaked spots on Trey’s black t-shirt or dark pants the best he could tell, but there had been that tear in the fabric under Trey’s arm. But Brendan himself had more than one hole in his own shirt now, caused by the forest and the overabundance of brush and briar.
“I’m healing. It’s nothing to worry about.”
“Should I look at it?” As if he knew what to do if he found something.
“No,” Trey said, tone not allowing for argument.
Brendan argued anyway. “If you’re hurt—”
“I heal much faster than you. A few scratches are nothing. If you keep talking, I’m going to assume you feel well enough to skip the rest. We can fuck now if you want.”
“I’ll rest, thanks.”
“I thought you might see things my way.”
“No need to rub it—”
“Brendan.”
“What?”
“Shut up.”
“God. Fine.” He leaned his head back against the rock and felt a moment of gratitude that it wasn’t a cold rain because his skin was already chilling where the rain had dampened the bottom third of his pants’ legs. He closed his eyes.
Another flash of lightning flared, bright against his eyelids. A strong rumble of thunder made his arm jerk and slide off his knee and left his heart pounding a little faster than it had been.
Trey’s hand landed on Brendan’s stretched out leg, right in the center of his thigh. “You’ll be fine. I won’t let anyone hurt you. They won’t find us tonight and my people will come for us soon.”
“Thanks,” Brendan said and he meant it. He took a slow breath and let the worry slide away for the time being. Nothing he could do about any of it right now anyway.
Chapter 4
Brendan was flat on his back when he woke up to a hot pressure at his groin. He froze in place and didn’t move as he tried to figure out what was going on and then sighed out softly when he realized it was just Trey’s thigh resting on him. Somehow he’d ended up with Trey wrapped around him and wasn’t that just weird?
He could still hear the rain but the darkness was deeper than ever, and even after staring up for a long count to sixty, he still couldn’t make out anything. His chest started to tighten and his breathing sped up, and something he did must have woken Trey, because Trey’s weight moved off Brendan’s chest.
“Stop panicking,” Trey said, his voice husky and demanding. “I had to move you further from the entrance to make sure we could sleep without worrying about predators coming up on us.”
“I need some air.”
“You need to go back to sleep.”
“I can’t. It’s too dark in here. I feel like I’m suffocating.”
Trey’s hand gripped Brendan’s chin.
“You can see in the dark, can’t you?” Brendan asked.
“Well enough,” Trey answered.
“Your eyes glow.”
“Your eyes glimmer. As clear blue as a morning sky.”
Brendan parted his lip
s at the unexpected compliment but he didn’t know how to respond.
Trey kissed him. His warm mouth swept over Brendan’s dry lips and his tongue slipped deep, quickly, and the sharing of breath made Brendan giddy with want. He didn’t know Trey, but he wanted him bad enough not to care at that moment. Trey stretched his body over Brendan, fitting one leg between Brendan’s, spreading his thighs just enough so that Brendan could rock his hips and get friction on his hardening cock against Trey’s hip.
No doubt Trey’s plan was to distract him, but he didn’t care. He opened his thighs wider and Trey took the hint. He moved until his hips had settled over Brendan’s, his knees firmly between Brendan’s thighs.
“This isn’t going to stop with kissing,” Trey said against Brendan’s mouth. “I’m going to pull your pants down, push your thighs open, and bury my cock in your ass, and you’re going to submit to me while I do it, aren’t you, Brendan?”
“Yeah,” he said, wrapping one arm around the back of Trey’s neck and getting the other between them so he could work his fly open. “Yeah. Whatever you want.”
The back of his hand brushed against the hard length trapped in Trey’s pants and he hesitated as a bit of common sense rose up out of the depths of his brain.
“Do you have anything to use besides spit?” he asked, the words coming out with a slight shake to them. He didn’t want that, if it came to it, but would Trey care?
“I have lubricant.”
A chill raced down Brendan’s spine. “Why? Why would you bring something like that with you?”
“I took what I needed from the ship and left the rest behind. But I suspected I wouldn’t be able to resist fucking you at some point. I haven’t stopped wanting you since the moment I caught your scent.”
“Uh … okay.” Brendan opened his mouth for Trey again and gasped when Trey’s hot hand wrapped around his cock and started pumping him until he was fully erect and felt hard as an iron rod.
“Were we—” He gasped again, this time because Trey’s sharp teeth had nipped his bottom lip. He groaned and pushed his cock into the motion of Trey’s hand. Hot pleasure arced through him, tightening his balls and making his asshole clench. He was sure he’d done this before. Had to have. Everything felt too good for him to imagine that he hadn’t…
He tried again. “Were we ever—”
Trey scraped a claw along Brendan’s cheek. Brendan swallowed roughly and felt an orgasm coming on quick. “Gonna come,” he said. “I’m going to—”
Trey squeezed him tight and pumped him harder.
“Ahh,” he gritted out, grabbing the edge of his t-shirt with one hand and yanking the fabric up his chest and out of the way. The splatter of semen on the sleep warm skin of his bared stomach shocked him just a little, the white hot sizzle of pleasure riding through him with each spurt of his release.
He couldn’t see Trey in the dark, and he missed Trey’s hand when it left him, but then Trey kissed him again, his mouth tasting of the bitterness of come and Brendan realized Trey must have licked his hand before covering Brendan’s mouth with his lips again.
“Ugh,” he mumbled into Trey’s mouth, but it was too late. He had the taste of his own semen on his tongue and Trey wasn’t giving him any chance to escape. He swallowed and gave up the fight.
Trey’s mouth moved to Brendan’s neck as he tugged Brendan’s pants down, the backs of his knuckles dragging roughly across the bones of Brendan’s hips.
Brendan’s bare ass touched the cool, damp earth beneath them. He stared toward where he thought Trey’s head should be and felt the tug and quick release of pressure on his foot. Trey had removed his boot. Then Trey’s warm hands brushed against his skin again, and Trey pulled Brendan’s pants off the one leg while the fabric weighed heavy on his other, gathered at the top of his brace.
Trey spread Brendan’s thighs wide, and Brendan could already feel his asshole clenching in anticipation of what was to come.
Wait, something whispered in his mind. Wait. Something’s not right.
Trey’s fingers flicked over his nipples, giving them both a hard little tug that made Brendan arch his back. Trey’s hands moved away, stretching out over Brendan’s ribs and tracing his rib bones.
“More,” Brendan said. “I liked it.”
Trey seemed to know what he’d meant, and his fingers came back to Brendan’s nipples, this time pinching softly.
“Harder,” Brendan gasped.
When Trey pulled one small nipple firmly between his fingers and gave it a tight little tweak, Brendan gasped and said, “Yes,” between his teeth.
The pain sent a fiery spark of pleasure zipping down through his belly and into his dick and made his balls tighten from their relaxed state after his earlier orgasm. His cock started to recover, although he didn’t quite get hard again, just felt the flush of blood trying to return to his cock.
“Your nipples aren’t as tender as some, are they?”
Brendan took a moment to answer, instead breathing against the continued sparking of sensation that jolted through him every time Trey pulled hard at his flesh. “Guess not,” he said on another groan. “Feels so good.”
“Pull your leg up.”
Brendan complied, and then felt Trey’s arm press against the underside of his thigh. A sudden twinge of pain in his muscle made him suck in his breath but then the tension eased. He wished he could see, but if he could, maybe the spell would be broken. Like this, he didn’t have to think about the things he couldn’t remember, the things he didn’t know about Trey; he didn’t have to think about anything but how strung out his body felt, how ready he was to feel Trey stretch him open and move inside him.
He had to know what this was like; he had to have done this before. He understood too well what he could expect and that said he had experience.
And then it hit him, what was wrong, just as Trey’s slick fingers dragged something wet and cool over his anus.
“Condom,” he gasped. “Fucking condom. We need a condom.”
“No, we don’t,” Trey answered, and pushed his fingers inside Brendan’s hole.
Brendan tensed around the fingers sliding deep into his rectum. “Your claws,” he said, shuddering around the invasion, not as ready as he’d thought he was for the feel of something breaching him, filling him.
“I’m in control of myself,” Trey said. “This isn’t heat season. I won’t hurt you.”
His asshole quivered around Trey’s fingers as Trey lubed him up, Trey’s fingers gliding gently in and around Brendan’s hole several times. Then he pulled out, shifted on the hard ground, fit himself over Brendan and started pushing what had to be an enormous cock against the crack of Brendan’s ass.
“About the condom—”
Trey leaned forward on his arms and kissed him again and he lost himself in the wet warmth of Trey’s mouth.
A slight burn spread from the center of his ass as his hole stretched to accommodate Trey’s big, fat—alien—cock.
“Fucking—Ahh…” Brendan grabbed Trey’s arms and held on, his fingers biting into Trey’s thick muscle, his nose pressing hard against Trey’s smooth cheek, breathing in the smell of sweat and skin.
“I’ve done this before,” he said. “I’m sure I have. I must have.”
“Your past doesn’t matter right now,” Trey said. “You’re mine now.”
“This is—” Brendan panted, then let Trey interrupt him so he could feel Trey’s tongue in his mouth again, the deep kiss giving him something to focus on besides the spasming of his asshole as he tried to fit himself to the thick penis impaling him.
Trey pulled out most of the way and then started the whole thing over again. By the third time, Brendan started to feel like he was opening to him. And then the fourth time, Trey jolted hard into him, stealing his breath and setting off a deep spark of sensation that went straight to his cock.
Brendan tried to move into the thrust, wanting Trey to get as deep inside him as possible, but it wasn’
t easy with his pants trapping his good leg. He wanted more. “Fuck me harder,” he said. “I like it. I want it.”
“Yes,” Trey said, and it sounded like his teeth were clenched, and a rumbling growl vibrated up from his chest and Brendan felt a hot spurt of semen inside his ass.
No. He wasn’t ready for it to be over, not yet, even though the packed ground dug into his spine and his back ached just a little bit with every jarring thrust.
But no—Trey kept thrusting and his breath picked up speed and Brendan’s thigh slipped on sweat-slicked skin low into the bend of Trey’s elbow.
Brendan released Trey’s arms and curved his hand around the back of Trey’s neck so their mouths stayed joined and took the hard fucking there on the hard ground and used his other hand to jerk his dick off to another messy climax.
Semen spattered his belly and chest and smeared over Trey’s abdomen every time Trey thrust forward and his taut stomach brushed across the head of Brendan’s cock and hand.
He liked what Trey did to him, how Trey made him want to grind his ass against him and lodge that fat cock in deeper. He wanted to feel Trey come inside him and leave behind his messy release for Brendan to deal with later.
If he’d known Trey before, and Trey had as much as said that he did, then Brendan didn’t understand how he wouldn’t have wanted this if he’d known this was what it would be like.
“Why didn’t we fuck before?” Brendan asked, pulling away from Trey’s mouth and kissing his way over the strong, smooth jaw and toward Trey’s ear. “Why weren’t we lovers? Why were you so sure I wouldn’t have given this to you before?”
“Because you think we’re enemies,” Trey said, and thrust deep, pounding Brendan hard into the ground, then his body tensed over Brendan’s, his breath coming inhumanly fast and his hips driving deep, while more hot liquid spilled into Brendan’s rectum. His asshole clenched around Trey’s cock again and he stiffened at the swift spread of pleasure through him.
Brendan dug his foot into the back of Trey’s thigh and tried not the think about the fact that he had just allowed someone he considered an enemy to fuck him in exchange for the protection he seemed to need, and that he would let Trey do it again if he wanted it.
