Page 40 of Destined Predator
“Good,” Casey murmured, thumb circling the stretched rim. “Open for me, cowboy.”
Casey angled the dildo a little higher, making Rhett take a little more, and Rhett half-sobbed, his body jerking. “Hit the spot?” Casey asked. Rhett’s agreement wasn’t words so much as a flare of white-hot pleasure down the link that made Casey’s thighs shake. “Man, you do love prostate play, huh?” He got the shock of his life when the toy turned on and began to vibrate. The motion shivered up Casey’s palm and into his forearm; under it, Rhett’s channel fluttered, greedy as a mouth. He needed to imprint that sight in his brain for all time and record the series of little cries Rhett let out.
Rhett was working his cock faster, almost climaxing, and Casey couldn’t wait any longer either. He pulled the vibrator free. The sudden emptiness punched a whine out of Rhett, soft, involuntary, and Casey swallowed it with a kiss. “Next time, I’ll take you to the edge and back a few times, before I bring you off,” he promised. “Or I’ll make you come a few times. Both.” They had a lifetime ahead of them, after all. A life of hot sex with a willing partner.
“You’re ready for the real thing,” he told Rhett when he started to protest at the emptiness.
“Words?” Casey breathed against Rhett’s lips.
“Please.”
Casey crawled between Rhett’s legs and hitched them over his shoulders, forging into his mate for the first time in one long push to the hilt. Heat and pressure andhome,the word slammed through Casey so hard he had to brace a hand beside Rhett’s head. He moaned—the constriction of Rhett’s channel and the high arch of his hips off the bed wereperfect.
He took over from Rhett in working his cock, leaving Rhett free to crumple the sheet underneath him in both fists.
“Hands flat,” Casey ordered gently. “Feel the bed. Feel me.” Rhett’s fingers splayed, then knotted in the sheet anyway.
Casey drove into Rhett faster and harder and jerked him off at the same punishing pace. He felt Rhett’s need and response along with his own, doubling both their pleasure.
“Can’t believe this is your first time ridin’ a real cock,” he got out between gasps. “You opened up for me so good, babe. Ride my dick, Rhett. Take it all.”
Rhett rolled his hips, meeting each stroke like he’d been born to it, the bond sparking with every slick drag.
Rhett panted and clenched, clamping down on him, and that pulled Casey’s climax from him, from one breath to the next without warning, almost painfully, wracking every muscle and touching every nerve. His vision whited out, and his pulse pounded in his ears. He only knew he’d kept his grip on Rhett’s shaft, had brought Rhett over with him, when Rhett shouted out his name and cum spurted from his tip, just as Casey’s balls emptied inside Rhett’s passage.
He didn’t want to leave the warmth and ripple of Rhett’s body. His contractions were still milking Casey, which made him keep working Rhett’s cock. But when Rhett’s cries started to sound broken, Casey let go and slid free. He slumped over Rhett, landing at his side, and swept their toys out of the way so he could lie down, too.
Casey propped himself on an elbow to look at his rancher. The flushed skin, the dazed eyes, the open swollen-lipped mouth—it all made him smile. He groped for one of their discarded towels and wiped them both off. The room smelled like cedar and sweat and salt; Casey filed it away with other firsts he refused to forget. He was probably sweating more than Rhett, he thought.
“That…” Rhett tried to speak and swallowed. Yeah, they needed water. “Was…”
“It was,” Casey agreed, watching Rhett’s thickly lashed eyes flutter closed.Perfect.
“Perfect,” Rhett echoed, inside Casey’s mind, then was asleep, his mouth curled into a smile. Casey pulled him close. He should get them both water and he should shift again, to make sure his healing was complete, but he was asleep, too.
The next morning, Casey laughed when Rhett shuffled into the bathroom where he was in the shower. “I see you. You so have a fetish about me in water!”
“Do not. I’m—”
“Checking me out.” Casey soaped his hair and winked.
“If I am, it’s for medical reasons.” Rhett summoned what dignity he could to wrap around him. He was concerned about how well Casey had healed. How well hismatehad healed. Being destined mates with a shifter was a truckload to take in, but Rhett now accepted their bond.
Shutting off the water, Casey sent a smirk his way, then, in the blink of an eye, he was coywolf, preening for Rhett, then shaking his wet fur all over him.
“Mutt!” Rhett went to flick a towel at him, but Casey was human again and caught the end of it before it connected.
“Language,” Casey said primly, then ruined it by grinning. The ease between them felt new and inevitable at once.
“Thanks.” Casey used it to rub at his hair.
The speed of the transitions had Rhett’s head spinning. He wouldn’t mind spending more time with Casey in his animal form. He wanted to study his coat, learn its texture. “And you thought I wouldn’t accept you,” he scoffed. “Mybrother’smated to a shifter, for God’s sake.”
“Yeah…” Casey slid his hand up the back of Rhett’s head and pulled him close enough for a good-morning kiss. “To my brother.”
“Put like that, it’s kinda hillbilly,” Rhett commented. “Where were you sneakin’ off to?”
“I wasn’t,” Casey corrected. “But I gotta track those jackals’ pawprints, find out where they came from or went to.”
