Page 22 of Destined Prey
Ben nodded. “Yeah, weird, right? When we hunt for our food, we always make sure we aren’t about to eat another shifter. Some of our kind aren’t that picky.”
“Oh my God.” Jack needed to sit down. “Horses? Dogs?” A horrible thought occurred to him. “Cattle? Please tell me I haven’t eaten a cattle shifter!”
Ben hopped up and slowly crossed over to him. “I’ve never heard of cattle shifters, or horse ones, or mice and so on. I meant birds, dogs, cats, deer and elk, mountain lions, bears and so on.” Jack’s stomach rolled. The world had cracked open and there was a food chain inside it he’d never known to look for.
“I can’t—” Jack began to tremble. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He couldn’t discount it, either. “Jesus!”
“I’m going to hold you,” Ben warned, his eyes very serious, as was his tone. “If you’ll let me.”
The ask mattered. Not the arms, not the heat—the permission. Jack nodded, throat too tight for words, and stepped into it because every part of him that was rattling finally went quiet there.
Despite the completely bizarre nature of what had just occurred, with Ben shifting then turning back into a human, Jackstillwanted him, with every atom of his being. “Yes.”
Maybe he was crazy, but Jack had never felt safer than when Ben pulled him close and held him.
Chapter Thirteen
Ben didn’t need shifter senses to be able to tell that Jack trusted him—even if Jack didn’t know it. The way the man all but melted against him, warm and willing and oh so right in Ben’s arms, said more than words could have then.
Jack parted his lips, and Ben didn’t hesitate. He sealed his mouth to Jack’s and took a taste of the sweetest man he’d ever encountered.
Moaning, Ben tightened his arms around Jack, not squeezing, just securing him in place. Jack’s legs parted and he linked his arms around Ben’s neck, a sexy sound escaping from Jack’s mouth. Ben drank it down greedily, craving more, craving things he didn’t know how to articulate.
He slid his hands down to Jack’s butt and kneaded those firm cheeks. While Jack was lean, his ass wasn’t. It fit perfectly in Ben’s hands. As he thrust his tongue against Jack’s, battling in an erotic duel that fired his libido to new heights, Ben keptworking that tempting flesh. Jack began to move, writhing, rubbing, clearly hungry for more, and not afraid to show it. It wrecked Ben—that openness. No hiding, no hesitation, just raw want pressed against him. It made Ben’s chest ache even more than his groin.
The scent of Jack’s arousal grew stronger. Ben wedged one thigh between Jack’s legs, and Jack gripped him tighter before beginning to rut. He pistoned his hips faster and faster as Ben kissed him with more force, claiming, giving and taking what Jack offered.
Jack’s jeans were tight, but the material was thin and stretchy, some kind of denim-blend that allowed Ben to slip his hands under the waistband. Jack hissed something into Ben’s mouth, and Ben heard the “Fuck yes!” loud and clear in his head above the sudden static.
Then need—hot, erotic wantonness—flooded into him, stronger than just his own raging lust. It combined with his, and Ben had the fleeting thought that he was going to combust. His cock was leaking pre-cum, achingly hard, and every time Jack canted his hips forward, Ben’s shaft rubbed perfectly against Jack’s hip.
Ben pushed his hands farther down Jack’s pants and gripped each ass cheek tighter. He needed more.
“Naked,” he rumbled against Jack’s lips. “Give me your cock.” Ben let go of Jack. “Now.”
“Fuck, yeah,” Jack whispered before moving back. He quickly whipped off his shirt and tossed it aside.
For a heartbeat, Ben froze, stunned that the fantasy he’d been tormenting himself with was suddenly flesh and skin in front of him. His fingers itched to map every line, to prove Jack was real.
He had a couple of seconds to appreciate Jack’s trim chest and torso before Jack bent and shoved his jeans and briefs down.
“Shit! My boots—” Jack began. “Leave ’em.” Ben could work with Jack just like he was. Jack grinned and he was back in Ben’s arms. Ben slipped his leg back between Jack’s. “I’ve got you. Give it to me.” He cupped Jack’s ass again and pressed the tips of two fingers into his crease.
As Jack gasped, eyes going glassy, hands clenching on Ben’s shoulders, Ben ran his fingers down that crevice until he felt Jack’s hole. The hot skin there almost drove Ben out of his mind. He wanted to sink his cock into Jack, see if he was as hot inside, if his ass would grip Ben’s prick with the tight perfection he suspected it would.
Jack ground against him and nipped Ben’s bottom lip. Ben quit thinking and let the sensations flood into him and from him. He felt Jack’s pleasure swelling, growing, building in his balls, streaking up to his dick, felt it shoot slick with cum as Jack tore his mouth from Ben’s, head tipping back on a guttural moan.
He was beautiful, perfection, and Ben wanted to see him come over and over again. He bent and licked at Jack’s neck, below his left ear, then began to suck on that soft spot as Jack thrust and moaned. The sound undid him more than the touch. That unguarded noise—need with no disguise—told Ben more than words ever could about how close Jack already was to falling apart for him.
Every clench of Jack’s ass tempted Ben to sink his fingers into Jack’s snug opening, but Ben refrained from doing so, unwilling to penetrate him without lubrication.
Ben sucked on the bit of skin he’d been loving on while rubbing his fingers over Jack’s pucker repeatedly, then Jack squirmed, and an instant later, Ben’s cock was in Jack’s grip. Ben scraped his teeth over the spot he’d sucked and began to move, driving his shaft faster and faster as Jack stroked him. Need consumed Ben—his, Jack’s, he didn’t know anymore. Allthat mattered was the fiery ache of pleasure roaring through him as his breath left him on a moan.
His orgasm hit him too quickly, too hard. He didn’t have a moment’s warning. Ecstasy enveloped him when he came, his vision exploding into a thousand brilliant spots of light. He grunted and shoved hard into Jack’s grip, then froze, spunk jetting from his cock. Jack whispered some encouraging words, but they blurred together in Ben’s ears as his pulse pounded. What broke through wasn’t language but the thrum of certainty in Jack’s body pressed tight to his—this was mutual, frantic, alive. For the first time in days, Ben’s restless hunger eased into something that felt like belonging.
He thrust until he couldn’t bear to do so again. Jack gently released his cock, and Ben almost whimpered with relief. He kept himself and Jack upright, though he felt rather weak-kneed for a few minutes. His panted breaths tangled with Jack’s until finally, they both managed to calm down somewhat.
Ben looked at Jack. The man was gorgeous, with his tousled dark brown hair sticking to his sweaty brow in places, and his eyes closed, mouth open, tipped up in a smile.
