Page 99 of Forget Me Not

He was less than graceful getting the cap of the lube bottle open, and he made another mess that he didn’t—couldn’t—apologize for, lubricant spilling across the counter and down his forearm as he poured it over his hand.

The bottle was discarded carelessly, upright at least, and then Cal was reaching back with his shiny fingers, his gaze on Ray in the mirror while he teased himself. He smeared the excess down the cleft of his ass, then starting to work his hole open with an efficiency that had Ray snarling again.

Cal’s gaze was a dare.

Ray took Cal’s hand by the wrist and put Cal’s slippery palm to use slicking the shaft of his cock. Cal flexed his fingers and grumbled into the washcloth. When Ray was satisfied, keeping Cal from feeling more than Ray allowed, he gave Cal his hand back. Then he inhaled. For all the muffled complaints, Cal’s scent was heavy and giving. He wanted. He would wait if Ray needed to. But hewanted.

Ray reached around to Cal’s cock, gathering a sticky pearl that melted on his tongue.

Cal whined, long and low.

Ray inhaled again, a rumble forming in his chest at the combination of pleasure and pleading in the air, the hints of warm bruise-scent mingling with precome.

If he had died that morning, he would never have known this.

Ray slapped a hand onto the counter and leaned over Cal’s back, letting Cal shiver for several moments before he pulled the washcloth from his mouth and tossed it away.

Cal worked his jaw, then swallowed. A gleeful smile started to light his face. “Oh ho! So youdon’tlike me quiet, I knew it—”

Ray yanked Cal up and back against him, then turned him around to get a better hold before lifting him off his feet. He kicked the door most of the way closed and let their weight do the rest, slamming it shut the moment he had Cal against it.

He had one of Cal’s legs over his elbow when Cal went for his mouth, throwing his arms around Ray’s shoulders and neck to draw Ray in for a kiss. Cal didn’t seem to care about his wings crushed against the door, or Ray’s fingertips, Ray’sclaws, pressing into his skin as Ray held him up. “Ray.” His voice was all impatient longing until Ray pushed into him and then he gasped before moaning it again as Ray bottomed out. “Ray.”

They might hear him elsewhere in the house, but there were other noises, things to listen for. Cal’s eyes were closed, his head tipped back, his lips parted. Ray kissed them, kissed him, keeping the sounds for himself. Cal turned his head only when Ray moved him, and that for a strained gasp, not a protest.

Ray was inside Cal at last. He would mark, he wouldhurt. He growled for it and held his squirming, tasty half-fairy still to fuck him hard. Cal thudded against the door again and squeaked a little before opening his eyes, wide and swirling and nearly glazed over. His cheeks and neck were flushed apple pink.

“Like a fairy,” he told Ray feverishly. “You don’t care… just have to have me. Have me,” he echoed himself, then groaned. He dropped his head forward, his desire like clinging tendrils, drawing Ray in until he found Cal’s mouth again. It wasn’t a gentle kiss. Cal, bent in half, pinned against the door, didn’t do anything but take Ray’s cock and thrill for it. Ray could taste his smug, pained pleasure.

Flower-scent, like fairies were meant to smell. Like sex and pie and coffee, like Cal, like roses. Like—

Ray left marks, wanting to bruise to the bone, wanting to take away Cal’s hurt cries, wanting Cal to make them again, wanting his wings to crush like perfumed petals. He wanted to say the word he couldn’t. He wanted itknown.

Cal was good like this, everything, wide-open but not helpless, hot and tight and gasping. His scent said he liked it. His mouth said it too, repeating Ray’s name with hoarse demands, “Come on, Ray. Comeon,” until Ray wanted to bite his neck.

A sound came from him, somewhere deep in his chest, nothing like a growl. Too mournful, too angry, a yearning howl caught in his throat.

Smaller hands yanked at his hair, curled into his shoulders.

“My wolf,” Cal whispered, quiet for the breath he couldn’t catch, how tightly Ray held him. “Do it.”

Ray let his mouth find Cal’s pulse, with Cal straining to keep his head up, his fingers digging into Ray’s scalp to keep him there. Ray saw sparkles when he closed his eyes and when he opened them. Cal’s arousal was in the air, in his blood, in Ray’s mouth. Ray held him still and bit him again to hear another moan, and came with his cock deep inside beautiful Callalily, who wriggled while Ray filled him, trying to roll his hips so he could come too.

Happiness was not a frothy, light scent. Ray licked over healing wounds and sniffed the shadow behind Cal’s ear. Cal’s hair was soft. It tickled in strange ways when Ray nuzzled it. Cal tried to take Ray deeper. Ray pinned him back against the door to stop all greedy fairy motions.

Cal did his best to wriggle again.

“Ray,” he finally said, panting a little. “You have wolf brain right now?”

Ray gave him a huff. “No.” He pressed the flat of his tongue to iron-rich, bloodied, soft, sweet half-fairy skin.

A jolt went through Cal’s pretty body. “You don’t?” Ray tasted the beginnings of curiosity in the sweat on Cal’s shoulder. “Then why haven’t you put me down?”

“Like holding you. Being inside.” Ray threatened another bite. A violent shiver worked through Cal. “You can’t move,” Ray added. “I have you.”

“Hmm.” The flexing motions of Cal’s hands over Ray’s shoulders was nice. It said things even Cal’s scent didn’t. “But if you don’t put me down, how will you taste more of me?”

Ray was only aware of the rumbling sound he’d been making when it stopped.

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