Page 11 of Too Many Beds

Storm gave Ryder’s lithe body a once-over, his gaze catching on the hand jerking his cock, keeping himself hard. When Ryder noticed his attention, he slowed his strokes, gliding his foreskin forward before easing it back, twisting his fingers over the exposed head, and thrusting into his fist.

He never would have imagined thinking about a mage this way, but yeah, it absolutely was an offer.

“I’m not sure,” he said instead. “I do like to know my men can handle a pounding.”

“And I like mine to have the stamina for a full ninety minutes.”

Brandt clapped his hands together, interrupting their conversation. “Alright! This is the second to last bed, so Storm is about to knot you, Ryder.”

Storm forced himself to look away from Ryder and at the bed the crew had set up. It was another queen, but this time, it was a waterbed with a retro flair. Its low frame was crafted from glossy wood with a rich espresso finish. As they climbed onto it, the mattress sloshed, undulating with each shift of their weight.

This was a first. He’d never fucked someone on a waterbed before, even if it would be just for a few minutes.

The cameras rolled, and Kodiak droned on about the durability of reinforced vinyl covers and the unique floating sensation provided by the water. Storm was too busy pulling Ryder against him to care. The cool mattress offered a counterpoint to Ryder’s hot body. Sinking into him was a blissful relief.

Ryder arched up against him, his tone breathy as he cried out, “Oh god,yes! I can feel your knot throbbing. Give it to me! Give me your knot!”

Regardless of that being cheesy porn dialog, Storm’s wolf surged forward, growling at the idea of knotting Ryder. The base of his dick pulsed, his jaw ached with the instinct to drop fangs, and his claws sprouted. Ryder clung to him, eagerly meeting his movements, and Storm dug his fingers into the?—

A gurgle of water spurted up from under his claws. Storm jerked back, snatching Ryder into his arms and scrambling off the rapidly leaking bed. He stood, Ryder still on his cock, and groaned as gravity kindly drove him deeper into Ryder’s ass.

Brandt and the crew scurried around for towels or buckets or anything that would stop the water.

With a heavy sigh, Tristan strolled over, leveling Storm with an unimpressed glare. He placed his hand against the bed, and his eyes glowed yellow. A barrier flashed into place around the mattress, trapping most of the water inside. “You thought claws and a waterbed were a good combination?”

Storm hadn’t been thinking at all, if he were being honest, but that didn’t seem like the best thing to say to Tristan.

“You gonna set me down?” Ryder asked, his voice a low rasp that sent a shiver along Storm’s spine.

Did he have to? The prospect of keeping Ryder in his arms, warming his dick as they waited for the crew to clean up, was too appealing. But he inhaled deeply, drawing in Ryder’s intoxicating scent, then reluctantly lifted him up and off his cock and set him on the ground, no matter how much the untamed side of himself grumbled about the decision.

The crew took their sweet time switching out the beds, and okay, fine, part of that was Storm’s fault. He shouldn’t expect an instant changeover when mopping was involved. He’d have felt bad about that, but every ounce of his willpower was being spenton not bending Ryder over any of the discarded beds, cameras be damned. His wolf was sick of waiting, sick of the starts and stops, and it knew Ryder was too, knew he was done with small talk and banter, knew he was ready for them to do this properly.

With another co-star, Storm’s erection might have flagged during this delay, but all he could think about was what came next. The montage over, the buildup done. Time for the final bed—an imposing king-sized monstrosity with a thick mattress, satin sheets, and a frame carved from dark walnut.

By some miracle, he restrained himself until Brandt called action. The script said they should wait for Kodiak’s instructions, but Storm had had enough of that. He grabbed Ryder and tossed him onto the bed, stalking after him. Ryder smirked and scooted up the mattress to settle against the pillows, tugging Storm down, wrapping his legs around him, and urging him inside.

Storm slid in, forgetting about the cameras, the crew, the money, the scene. Forgetting everything but Ryder’s body under him, clinging to him, moving with him. The sudden, overwhelming need to bite and claim rushed through his veins.

This. This was what he was meant to do, and now that there would be no more interruptions, he intended to do precisely that.

Chapter Six

Ryder

Ryder moaned as Storm slammed into him.Finally. After the endless stops and starts, this was exactly what he’d been craving all damn day. They no longer needed to holdthemselves back. This time, they’d fuck until they came, and Ryder was so ready for it.

Storm fucked like a force of nature. The sensations he was wringing from Ryder’s body threatened to swallow him whole. Heat radiated off his skin, his powerful muscles coiled with tension, flexing as he pounded into Ryder, a feral growl building in his chest. Their gazes locked, and Storm’s wolf flashed in his eyes, ravenous and greedy, before Storm captured Ryder’s mouth in an electric kiss.

There was some commotion off to the side, Brandt saying something about angles and positions, but Ryder didn’t care. They weren’t stopping again.

Storm wrenched his mouth away from Ryder’s, then scraped sharp teeth against his neck, inhaling deeply and rumbling like he’d never smelled anything better.

“You want my knot?” he asked.

“Yes,” Ryder breathed out. That wasn’t his line, but it got the point across.

“You want me to bite you, bond you, knot you?”

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