“Never.” No room for doubt there. “I’ve never gotten into cross-species sex.” At least he hoped he hadn’t. Those early sex-fest days were murky. “The minute you sprout claws and a tail, you have to stop. A human can get ripped to shreds by an enthusiastic wolf, and I’m way too exhausted to shift again. So decide on a safeword. Something to make you lay off. We just want you going wolf, not… you know… tearing me a new one.”
“How about ‘stop’?”
Straightforward and practical. “That’ll work.” But would this?
Josh blew out a breath. “So that’s why you’re sitting here naked. You want to—”
“Trigger the wolf sex drive.”
Nero waited in silence, feeling more naked than any shifter should. He was comfortable with his body and at ease with being naked, but sitting here, vulnerable, while Josh considered the possibilities made him want to huddle beneath a parka.
He didn’t. He sat there and tried not to squirm. Fortunately, Josh finally nodded. “I suppose it’s better than paperwork.”
Not a ringing endorsement.
Josh straightened up. “So… do you want to do this here? Or is there some sex cave for wolves?”
“We’re not deviants,” Nero snapped. “We’re animals. And we do it right here.” Part of him liked the idea of Josh smelling this—smelling him—on his sheets every time he went to bed. That, too, was a dominance thing.
“Right here where everyone will hear us?”
Nero shrugged. As a general rule, werewolves were much more casual about sex than people. “Maybe we can show Yordan that there’s a better way than endless humiliation.”
Josh snorted. “I can get on board with that.”
Of course he could. And Nero was glad to get Josh focused on teaching Yordan a constructive lesson rather than a destructive one. So he leaned back on the bed, exposing his entire body, including his rock-hard erection, to Josh’s gaze. He’d worried at first that he wouldn’t be able to get it up, considering the risk. But one look at Josh coming out of the shower had that problem solved.
Meanwhile, he got the pleasure of seeing Josh’s eyes go dark as he took in Nero’s pose. He was looking, all right. And his nostrils flared, but he didn’t move toward the bed.
“We’re trying to bring out the predator in me, right?” Josh asked.
The words were low and dark with menace, and excitement skittered up Nero’s spine. “Yes.”
Josh exploded forward. He leaped onto the bed and flattened Nero against the headboard. Or he tried. Nero wasn’t any tame bunny to be caught, and he quickly twisted away. What he didn’t expect was for Josh to continue his assault with lightning-fast reflexes. Wasn’t the guy tired from all that running? Apparently not, because he surged forward to pin him again. Clearly there was wrestling in his background. Or more accurately, an older brother who had needed someone to practice his wrestling on.
Didn’t matter. Whatever Josh’s training, Nero had more. Not to mention thirty pounds more muscle. He rolled with Josh’s body, and if they hadn’t gotten tangled in the sheets, it would have been hard to say who would have ended up on top. Fortunately for Nero, Josh’s abused feet caught, and he gasped in surprised pain.
Good. A little bit of pain was part of werewolf sex, and Nero wasted no time in taking advantage. He shoved hard on Josh’s shoulders and forced him flat, belly up, and then he began to lick. It was both sensuous and excruciating for them both. Nero smelled the musk, and his dick pulsed with need. He tasted the shower soap and the tangy spice of Josh—distinct tastes in his mind—and he went in search of a stronger zing.
He was merciless. No creature liked his belly exposed except in the most intimate of situations. He pushed that to Josh’s limit. He wasn’t careful as he bit down, and he certainly wasn’t easing up as he moved lower. And though Josh twisted and fought, Nero was stronger.
He took his time, but eventually he found his way to Josh’s dick which put them nearly at 69. The scent was strongest down there, the textures intriguing, and the combination nearly sent him spiraling out of control. The only reason he didn’t was because he was still fighting Josh. Every time the man started to relax into the situation—to surrender to the experience—Nero found a way to push him too far. He needed Josh to try to take control, and that would only happen if Josh was uncomfortable.
Biting was the easiest way, but Nero had other tricks. He scratched everywhere with his nails, and he growled whenever Josh moved.
“Fight me, you bastard,” he ordered. And the next time Josh started to relax, Nero straddled his face and shoved his dick straight down Josh’s throat.
He was risking a lot here. Some men would simply bite down, and then Nero would be a eunuch until the next time he shifted. He pushed hard with his hips, half choking Josh, half just getting too involved in the amazing sensation of Josh sucking him off.
And then he leaned down and began to bite Josh’s dick. Lick, suck, and then bites that he knew would frustrate the hell out of Josh. It worked, if Josh’s groans meant anything. But no matter how much Nero tortured the man, they were both getting steadily closer and closer to orgasm. Nero’s balls had drawn up and his spine burned with precum heat. And Josh’s dick was throbbing. Any minute now, he was going to come.
So Nero lifted off Josh’s dick, and he wasn’t careful with it. His teeth scraped along the shaft and caught for a moment on the head. And when Josh threw his head back with an ecstatic scream, Nero grabbed Josh’s dick and squeezed the head as hard as he could. Then he balanced on his elbows and did the same with Josh’s ball sac.
Josh’s scream was louder this time—harsh and full of need. So to increase the pressure, Nero began pumping his hips. Harder, deeper, straight into Josh’s throat. God, he was so close. If Josh swallowed, he was a goner.
“You want off?” he said with a strangled cry. “Then go wolf! Do it, damn it!”
He felt the grip of Josh’s hands, hard like talons on his hips. This was stupid, stupid, stupid to push him so hard while he had his jaws around Nero’s dick. But he didn’t know any other way. There was only one thing left to do, one dominance play left in his arsenal. He leaned down and bit into the soft side of Josh’s thigh. He didn’t draw blood, but he came close. And suddenly Josh was sucking him like he wanted to milk him.
