Page 39 of Destined Predator
“For—?”
For Casey to shift to coywolf form. Right then and there, in the tub. He splashed like a puppy playing in a hosepipe spray, making Rhett laugh. The tub wasn’t the right size or shape, and Casey’s animal form in it looked incongruous…and beautiful. Heat hummed off that thick pelt in waves. Close like this, the bond didn’t hum; it purred. As he’d done the other day, out at the Miller house, Rhett simply stared at him, drinking in his black, gray and brown majesty, then looked into his eyes. Hecleared his throat, which he didn’t need to do, because he was going to try something—
“You are beautiful.”
He sent the thought from his mind, and Casey dipped his head a little.
“Thank you,” he said, as clear as a bell in Rhett’s head. While Rhett was marveling at the fact, Casey snaked out his tongue and licked the end of Rhett’s nose, and when Rhett was laughing and wiping his face, Casey changed back and was human again.
“Rhett. I gotta ask. You do know why we can do that?” Casey touched his own temple, then Rhett’s.
Rhett gave a slow, deliberate nod. They had a lot to sort out, like the crap going on around them and the stuff between them, but for now this was only thing that mattered, and he had to be brave about it. He owed it to his upbringing, that of a strong, fearless Mountain State rancher, to Casey and to himself.
“Because we’re destined mates,” he replied and pulled Casey to him to kiss. Saying it out loud loosened something tight and old in Rhett’s chest, the way a cinch feels when you finally slack it after a long ride. “And it’s time we acted like it.” He was grateful Casey didn’t give any reply other than an answering nod and a wicked little smile. He moved back for Casey to get out of the tub, picking up a towel to dry him.
Casey tucked the towel around his waist. His eyes gleamed. “You know, you need a shower?”
“Do I smell?” Rhett lifted his arm and took a sniff of his pit.
“Nah. Just, you look panty-melting, as the kids say, when you’re wet.”
“Oh, well, in that case…” Rhett couldn’t resist Casey’s crooked grin. He stripped and was inside the glass shower cabinet in seconds, feeling Casey’s eyes on him and his appreciation like a warm hug. Rhett flexed under the hot water, flaunting his biceps as he reached up and placed his hands on the tiled wall, makingout he was stretching his back. As he’d expected, Casey joined him.
“Never took you for a tease,” he drawled in Rhett’s ear, and plucked the bar of soap from his hand. “Just for that, you can stay exactly as you are.”
Despite what he’d been through, Casey felt better by the second, this close to Rhett and especially with the rancher’s acknowledgment of their status.Our relationship.Standing so close behind Rhett that his breath had to tickle his neck, he ran a soaped hand down his back and the cleft between his fine ass cheeks, loving the trust in him Rhett showed by pressing back into his touch.
Rhett twisted his head to look over his shoulder at Casey, who closed what gap there was between them and took his mouth in a searing kiss. Rhett parted his legs, and Casey stroked deeper into his crease then circled his pucker. The sound that escaped Rhett was the sexiest Casey had ever heard, and it grew more ragged when Casey kneaded his butt cheek with the other hand and eased the tip of his finger into Rhett’s ass. The next sound that filled the shower stall was Casey moaning at Rhett’s heat and tightness, at the grip of his inner muscles.
When Rhett tried to push back onto Casey’s finger, trying to ride his hand, Casey knew he had to stop or he’d be slamming his cock into Rhett right there, taking him hard up against the wall and discovering if his ass was the perfect ride he thought it would be. “Enough appetizer,” he whispered into Rhett’s ear, feeling his shiver in response. “Let’s take this into the bedroom. I wanna have fun playing with your toys. And you know how you were showing off for me just now? I want you to show me more.”
Drying off was sketchy at best and—still kissing, and Casey taking little bites at Rhett’s bottom lip—they stumbled for his bedroom next door, where Rhett sank onto the big bed. “Toys?” Casey asked, and opened the drawer Rhett pointed to. “Woah.”His eyebrows rose and he made a selection from the array, laying them on the bed and slipping a hand under the other pillow for the lube then squeezing some onto Rhett’s fingers.
His big strong rancher looked so irresistible that Casey lay over him to take his face in both hands to kiss him, nudging Rhett’s arm with his elbow to tell him to get busy. When he did, lying working his erect dick while Casey kissed him, it was one of the most erotic pictures Casey could have imagined. No—that would be a few seconds later when Rhett slipped the fingers of his other hand down, over his balls and taint to his hole.
Casey let him finger fuck himself for a half-minute before joining in the play. “How d’you usually start, cowboy?” he asked.
“That one.” Rhett jerked his chin at a slim silver dildo, so Casey lubed it for him and sat back to enjoy the sight of Rhett running it around his hole, his full lips parted on a sigh—until he slid the dildo in. Then his sigh became a moan. He drew up his legs, his feet flat on the bed, and jerked his cock at the same time, so Casey took over sliding the toy in and out, feeling the give and take of Rhett’s channel. He eased it free.
“Breathe,” Casey murmured. “I wanna feel you open for me, not fight me.” The words sank into Rhett like warm water.
“Time to up your game. Choose another,” Casey ordered, and took up the thicker blue dildo Rhett’s outflung hand tried to close around. A slick of lube had the toy’s metallic sheen gleaming, and Rhett gasped when Casey pierced his body with it, making his hole stretch around its thicker girth.Jesus.The sight had Casey’s neglected dick twitching and leaking pre-cum, demanding Casey jack off, too.
“Turn over,” he demanded, making a circle motion with his forefinger when Rhett didn’t get it. “Show me your ass.” His next instruction, “Head down, ass up,” got Rhett how he wanted him, and damn if Casey wasn’t almost coming at the sight of Rhett’s sexy ass on display for him. And at the noises Rhett made whenCasey pulled the dildo out slowly, kept it poised at his entrance for long seconds, then slammed it in.
He gave the tempting cheek closest to him a light swat, and Rhett cried out.
“Got your prostate?” Casey drawled. “Oh, rancher man, I’m gonna enjoy working through the contents of your toy drawer with you.”
Another couple of thrusts with the dildo and Rhett was writhing and humping the mattress, then balancing on one hand because he’d curled the other into a fist to fuck his dick into. Casey took up the biggest toy he’d selected and brought his hand around to show it to Rhett. “Yeah. Can’t wait to see your eager ass swallow this one,” Casey told him, his voice husky with arousal.
Rhett’s answering laugh broke on a moan. “Then stop talkin’, boss,” he rasped, “and make me.”
Chapter Seventeen
The bigger toy couldn’t be called slim—it was morebulbous, and made Casey desperate to sink his cock into Rhett. He forced himself to wait, though, despite the protest from his dick. “Turn over, babe,” he urged Rhett, helping him onto his back. He bit at his neck, distracting Rhett while he touched the toy to his hole and pulled it away when Rhett tried to impale himself on it.
“Oh, you want it?” Casey asked, getting Rhett to wrap a hand around the dildo, too, so they both eased it in together, Rhett’s eyes on him making it sexier. The look wasn’t only lust; it was trust, a quietyesthat thudded through the bond like a second heartbeat. “God. You’re sohot.” Casey bit his lip at the sight of Rhett with one hand stuffing a fat toy into his ass and the other stroking his dick. Casey pushed the toy farther, a little harder, meeting resistance but making Rhett’s body accept the intrusion and a long, low groan judder from him.
