In the Sniper’s Crosshairs

by Charlie Richards

  Then Castrose tipped his head, offering him more room, and Eion moaned against his flesh.

  “You want me well pleasured?” Castrose rumbled, his throat muscles bobbing against Eion’s lips. As he spoke, he slid his hands around and gripped Eion’s ass. “How well pleasured?” Castrose used the hold to rock Eion’s hips forward and back while massaging his cheeks.

  Eion moaned at the stimulation. Not only was his mate allowing him to work up a mark on his neck as he sucked and licked the lightly salted flesh, but his dick slid between their sweat-slicked bodies, rubbing and sliding against Castrose’s answering erection. The way his mate dug his fingertips into his trench and skimmed along the sensitive intimate flesh caused a shudder to rack through him.

  Wait. Didn’t he ask me something? Right.

  “Any pleasure you wish,” Eion rumbled, lifting his head to meet Castrose’s gaze as he continued to rock in his human’s hold. “I am yours. Tell me, and it will be done.”

  Castrose’s blue eyes glimmered in the dim lighting as a feral smile curved his full lips. “I want in here,” he stated bluntly as he rubbed a fingertip over Eion’s hole. “Tell me I can fuck you, Eion.”

  Moaning, Eion pressed back into Castrose’s touch. “If that’s what you want”—he grinned and hissed when he felt his mate’s thick finger breach his muscle—”I’ll happily let you mount me.”

  As Castrose sank his digit deeper, Eion clenched rhythmically on it.

  In response, Castrose groaned, and his eyelids went heavy-lidded.

  Needing a taste of that, Eion didn’t think twice. He leaned forward and sealed his lips over Castrose’s. Feeling his mate gasp, Eion took complete advantage. He thrust in his tongue, delving deep, ravishing and tasting the heavenly goodness that was his human.

  Chapter Seven

  When Eion first sank his tongue into Castrose’s mouth, he’d frozen. He’d never kissed anyone before, had never wanted to or seen the allure. As he felt the teasing glide of Eion’s tongue and tasted the other man, he was yanked out of his shock damn fast.

  Pleasant tingles erupted on his neck, shooting down his chest. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, and his nipples beaded. Even his gut clenched spastically as Eion continued to ply his mouth with his tongue.

  Oh damn!

  Castrose began reciprocating, sliding his tongue against Eion’s. The smooth rub intensified the sensations racking his body. Needing more, he lifted his left hand and cradled Eion’s skull. Castrose tightened his right hand, easing his middle finger deeper into the smaller man’s tight channel.

  Feeling Eion’s chute muscles milk his digit, Castrose moaned. He pushed his finger in as deep as he could as he squeezed the man tighter against his chest. Gripping the other man’s black hair, Castrose forced him to tip his head back so he could plunge his tongue deeper.

  Even though Castrose had his legs spread, he felt powerful, in control. He huffed noisily as he lapped along Eion’s teeth and mapped his mouth. His cock throbbed as he used his hold to rock the other man’s dick against his own.

  To Castrose’s shock, his body flushed hot, and his balls tingled. Realizing he was damn close to blowing his load for the second time in twenty minutes, he snapped his head back. His hold on Eion’s hair kept the other man’s lips from following.

  Castrose took in the glazed, hungry expression on Eion’s face as well as his wet, kiss-swollen lips. The man in his arms would never be called pretty. His features were rugged, and his body was toned and strong.

  That made him that much hotter to Castrose.

  In the past, when he’d gone to bars and clubs to get his rocks off, he’d always been hit on by twinks. He’d always had to be careful with his size and strength. This man, however, this shifter—god, am I really starting to believe this shit—would be able to handle him and all his aggression.

  Eion grinned, his green eyes twinkling. “Something you want, Cass?” he asked, his voice deep and gruff, betraying his own need.

  “Yeah.”

  Castrose had never had a nick-name before. He wasn’t certain how he felt about it. Even Clayton had always called him his full name.

  “Well, let’s get to it then, mate.” Eion gave him a cheeky leer. He squeezed his chute muscles again. “Because I’d sure love to feel somethin’ other than your finger in me.”

  More than onboard with that, Castrose eased his digit out of Eion. His thoughts about a nick-name could wait. His dick needed his attention more. Easing his grip on Eion’s hair, Castrose slid his right hand to his hip and urged him backward a step.

  “Come with me,” Eion urged, grabbing Castrose’s hand as he began to turn.

  Castrose eased off the stool and followed, allowing Eion to lead him. His gaze strayed to the leaner man’s ass. The man seemed completely comfortable in his nudity as he sauntered through his home. Eyeing Eion’s flexing globes and strong back muscles, Castrose decided the man certainly didn’t have anything to be shy about.

  “See somethin’ ye like?” Eion teased, glancing over his shoulder at him.

  Growling, Castrose reached out and swatted one cheek. “Yep.”

  Eion laughed and bounced a step forward. “Better hurry up then.” With another chuckle, Eion released Castrose’s hand and skipped a few steps forward, making his ass cheeks bounce deliciously. “We wouldn’t want your lovely cock to feel deprived.”

  Then Eion disappeared into the bedroom.

  At the view of Eion’s flexing ass, Castrose had been riveted to the spot. His cock had throbbed, and he’d reached down to pump himself, needing stimulation in the worst way. Only when the spectacular view disappeared did he manage to come out of his daze.

  Castrose snorted under his breath as he stalked forward. His grin stretched his lips, and he couldn’t remember the last time he’d had fun with a lover. In fact, he couldn’t remember having a lover... ever.

  He’d had hook-ups.

  To Castrose’s surprise, the idea of walking away from Eion and going back to that life caused a pang in his chest.

  Weird.

  Then all thought fled as he entered the room, and he nearly swallowed his tongue. He had to grab the doorframe as he swayed. He’d thought he was hard before, but at the gorgeous view before him, his cock throbbed and his balls tingled, threatening to spill his seed untouched.

  Eion rested on the bed on his knees. His legs were spread wide, and his ass was in the air. With his back arched, Eion reached behind himself with one hand and already had two fingers in his ass.

  “Holy shit,” Castrose gasped, gripping the base of his erection and squeezing... hard. “Fuck, Eion.”

  “Oh, yeah, Castrose.” Eion peered over his shoulder at him a devilish smile curving his lips. “That’s what I want. You to fuck me.” He wiggled his hips as he plunged a third digit into himself. “Get up here, big guy.”

  Castrose moaned. More than on board with that, he hurried forward and climbed up behind the other man. He rested his palms on Eion’s ass cheeks and pried them apart as he watched the other man finger himself.

  Watching Eion’s fingers stretch his ring, Castrose panted harshly. His mouth watered with his desire to bite the man’s ass. He wanted to mark and claim, drive into the man and feel his heat over and over. Castrose thought nothing would be better than his name tattooed on Eion’s ass.

  Shit! Where are these thoughts coming from?

  Even feeling unsettled, Castrose wasn’t going to miss the chance of mounting the man spreading himself for his taking. After swallowing hard, getting moisture to his too-dry throat, he rasped, “Condom?”

  Eion’s fingers froze halfway in his channel. Peering over his shoulder, he met Castrose’s gaze. He licked his lips, then shook his head.

  “I’m a shifter, remember?” Eion cleared his throat, then added, “I can’t get or give human diseases. You can take me bare.”

  Castrose stared at Eion, reading his expression—hopeful, beseec
hing, and worried.

  “I have a couple in the drawer, but they may be a little old.” With his cheeks blazing, Eion admitted, “It’s been a while.” After another second of hesitation, he murmured, “We really don’t need them.”

  With his cock throbbing and leaking with his need, Castrose struggled to decide. An old condom or bareback? His gaze lowered to Eion’s hole, still stretched by the handsome man’s fingers. Slick gleamed on those digits and around his hole.

  If Castrose accepted a bare fuck, did that mean he accepted the truth of Eion’s words? Could all this truly be real? Finally, for just a few seconds, Castrose allowed himself to ruminate on the images that he’d been ignoring all day.

  I saw that wolf turn into Eion. It’s all real.

  “Castrose?”

  Eion’s worried voice coupled with seeing him ease his fingers out pulled Castrose from his thoughts. Snapping his attention back to Eion’s face, he saw the concern there. That wasn’t what he wanted... to ruin the mood.

  “Castrose? Are you with me?” Eion’s eyebrows furrowed, and his eyes narrowed. “Is it your head? Too much activity too soon?”

  Fuck. The man worries about me more than my brother... who I should not be thinking about when I’m about to sink my dick into another man.

  “I’m okay,” Castrose managed to rasp. His smile probably didn’t appear too convincing, for Eion began to rock forward. Realizing he intended to flip over, Castrose grabbed his hips and squeezed. “Stay there.” His voice came out gruffer than he’d intended, but he couldn’t help how much he needed relief. “Just had to decide.” Castrose met Eion’s gaze and saw the question in his deep green eyes. “Gonna fuck you raw. Gonna fill you with my seed.”

  Just saying the words out loud caused a shiver to run up his spine.

  Wow!

  Eion stared at him for another couple of seconds. Then he turned his head and peered down, reaching for something. Lifting that same hand, he waved that something he held.

  Lube.

  Castrose took that as acceptance and hummed, grabbing it. After popping the top, he poured a liberal amount onto his palm. He used his thumb to close the flip-top lid as he gripped his erection with his slicked-up hand.

  Growling with pleasure at the stimulus, Castrose slowly jacked himself. He released himself after a couple of strokes and squeezed the base, easing his need for release. After getting sucked off in the kitchen less than an hour before, Castrose could hardly believe he was so on edge again.

  But I am.

  Lowering his gaze to Eion’s ass, Castrose tossed aside the lube and settled his clean hand on the small of his lover’s back. He rubbed up and down, teasing at his tailbone, enjoying the way Eion canted his hips in encouragement. When Eion groaned and glared over his shoulder at him, Castrose grinned back. At the same time, he palmed the smaller man’s cheek and pulled it aside, allowing him to see his stretched star.

  Damn, I want in this ass.

  Castrose pushed his still-slick fingers into Eion’s chute, first two, then three. When he took them easily, he carefully added a fourth. He knew he was a big man, and while he desperately wanted to fuck Eion hard, he didn’t want to hurt him.

  “Oh, damn, Cass,” Eion mumbled, rocking into his touches. “I’m ready. Hurry the fuck up already.”

  Chuckling roughly under his breath, Castrose eased his fingers out. He grabbed the base of his prick and guided his crown to Eion’s hole. Squeezing his cock to ease some of his rising need, he pressed against the other man’s opening, holding his breath as he watched the stretched muscle give way.

  Chills shot down Castrose’s spine as he saw and felt Eion’s body open to him. The heat and pressure felt exquisite clamping around his crown... then his stalk as he sank balls deep in one long, slow glide. Once his testicles were flush to Eion’s body, Castrose forced himself to still.

  Castrose shuddered as he levered over Eion. Resting his forehead against the smaller man’s nape, he huffed out the breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. When he inhaled again, he realized there were spots dancing across his vision.

  Chuckling roughly, Castrose began breathing regularly again. “Holy fucking god,” he mumbled around clenched teeth. “You feel so damn good.” With his clean hand on the comforter, holding his weight so he didn’t crush the other man, Castrose wrapped his right hand around Eion’s waist and slowly mapped the ridges of his man’s abdominals. “Gonna stay right here a sec.”

  Eion moaned, trembling in his hold. “You’re resting against my prostate,” he said on a whine. “Gods, stay there as long as you want.”

  Unable to help himself, Castrose chuckled roughly. He grinned at the sweat-dampened skin less than an inch from his face. Dipping his head, he pressed a kiss to the flesh, realizing he couldn’t ever remember laughing—in any capacity—during sex.

  Castrose felt Eion tighten and release his inner muscles, and he groaned. All thought of past lovers disappeared as his need to rut overwhelmed him. He gritted his teeth as he fought for control while easing his erection ever-so-slowly out of Eion’s exquisite sheath.

  Lifting up just a little, Castrose peered between them, admiring the way his thick shaft stretched his lover’s ring. As he pushed back forward, sinking his swollen length into the body beneath him, his breath caught in his chest. His lover’s body opened so beautifully to him, sending delicious tingles up his scrotum and through his groin.

  Giving in to his need, Castrose picked up his pace. He pressed his chest flush to Eion’s back as he hammered his cock deep into his lover over and over. Heat coiled through his limbs as the dark tingle of his orgasm began to furl though his body.

  Castrose growled low in his throat as the sounds of Eion’s groans filled the room. He reveled in the way his lover bucked under him, meeting him thrust for thrust. Their slicked skin slid against each other as the sounds of flesh slapping together filled the room with the most erotic of songs.

  Feeling the tell-tale tingle at the base of his spine, Castrose realized he was quickly coming to a head. He slid his still slightly slicked fingers around Eion’s shaft. Needing his lover to join him in ecstasy, he jacked him swiftly in time with his thrusts.

  “Cass!”

  Eion groaned and growled in his hold, his body twitching and shuddering. His erection thickened and pulsed in Castrose’s grip. Castrose swiped his palm over Eion’s spilling dick, catching a load of jizz, then returned to jacking him, spreading the cum over his lover’s shaft.

  The feel of Eion’s inner muscles fluttering with each of his spurts yanked Castrose over the edge. He opened his mouth on a shout, crying his lover’s name as he rutted once, twice. Then he buried his erection deep into his lover’s willing body.

  As trembles racked Castrose, his cum bursting from him, he felt the warmth of his seed filling Eion. The fact that he was breeding his lover flitted through his blissed-out mind. His senses floating on endorphins, the need to externally mark his lover flooded him.

  Castrose wrapped his jaw around where Eion’s neck met his shoulder. Biting hard, he knew he drew blood when the tang of iron oozed across his tongue. When Eion barked a cry and jolted beneath him, Castrose realized what he was doing and jerked his teeth from his lover’s flesh.

  To his surprise, Castrose felt a wealth of smug satisfaction upon seeing his teeth marks in Eion’s neck. He dipped his head and lapped at the blood filling the grooves. Humming at the taste of Eion’s blood, he wondered why he wanted more instead of finding it disgusting.

  Then Eion groaned beneath him and shuddered... hard.

  That caught Castrose’s attention. “Are you okay?” After suckling lightly on the bite wound he’d created, catching more oddly tasty blood, he asked, “Did I hurt you?”

  Stupid question. Of course I hurt him. I bit him!

  Except, wait.

  Eion’s dick, which he still held in his right hand, was pulsing and twitching once more.

  “Oh, f
uck. Did you just come from my bite?”

  Eion chuckled roughly as he nodded. Turning his head, he gave Castrose a loopy-looking smile. “Hell yeah. That was amazing.” Sighing, his words slightly slurred, he added, “Heard the biting between mates was phenomenal. Out of this world amazing.”

  “Really?”

  His eyes narrowing, Eion hummed. “Mmm-hmmm.” A feral smile curved his lips as he eyed Castrose’s neck. “Wanna feel it?”

  Castrose hesitated.

  Biting was part of bonding, right? Did he want that? Had he already started their bonding because he had given in to his weird base instinct?

  While Castrose struggled with his decision, Eion reached back and teased along the side of his neck. His light touch caused the hairs on his neck to stand on end, and goose bumps rose on his arms. Even his nipples beaded as a feeling of anticipation thrummed through him.

  It was then he realized, between his brother being here and this man under him, Castrose wasn’t leaving the area any time soon.

  Castrose would have plenty of time to figure things out between him and Eion. His dick twitched where it was still encased in his lover’s body.

  God, that feels good.

  “Okay.”

  Chapter Eight

  Eion could hardly believe his ears. “Okay?” he asked, needing to confirm.

  Castrose nodded. “You bite me, I orgasm. Right?”

  “It also starts our bond between us,” Eion had to point out, his mind clearing. He’d made the offer on an orgasm-addled whim. Eion certainly hadn’t thought Castrose would accept, so he needed his mate to understand the implications. “If we do that, I’ll...” Eion hesitated, remembering how Castrose had responded when he’d said he couldn’t ever allow him to leave him.

  “You’ll never let me go,” Castrose finished for him.

  Eion winced even as he nodded.

  Castrose snorted as he leered down at Eion. “Don’t think I don’t get that you already feel that way.”