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Don t! No shifting.
Don t piss me off!
No temper tantrums. Stop it!
So difficult! He wanted to shift and bite, not stop it. Fighting the rage, he buried his face in the curve of Colton s neck, breathed in his scent seeking the balm for his frustration. A measure of
calm came to him. The steady beat of a saner pulse hummed in his ears, whispering for peace.
I promise, Killian, Colton vowed in a whisper. I will try. I ll save a little piece for you. I ll remember my red ribbon.
Blondie meant it. The truth was there. On your soul?
Yes. I will save some of myself and come back to you if I can. I promise you this on my soul.
Done, he said, satisfied. We ll seal our bargain with a kiss. Give me your mouth. That flash of temper was very arousing.
Colton didn t exactly give his mouth Killian took it, rough and forceful. He bit. Tooth marks dented that lovely white neck all the way down, over Colton s shoulder and on to his arm. The
flavor of salt and shifter spice tantalized his tongue. Hungry for more than just the taste of Colton s skin, Killian sent his hands to wandering again, grabbing, stroking and sliding in the
slipperiness between Colton s legs, making his hand wet enough that it slid easily along the hardening shaft. You owe me, he said, words sharp as a curse.
I already promised.
Not that! You owe me your body. Let s see how well you remember your lesson, my wicked little shifter. Colton s cock hardened instantly under his hand. Give it to me. This is mine too.
There was a slight tremor in Colton s voice when he spoke. How do you want it?
Now there was a question. Trust Colton to get right down to it. Might as well go all the way it wasn t like he d get another opportunity. You re a wolf, aren t you? Fuck me like one.
Okay& I will, he said. And he didn t sound the least bit timid.
In human form, Colton was just as speedy as his shifted self, and Killian was momentarily surprised at how quickly he found himself face down, head crammed up against a thick pillow. It
took concentration and willpower to remain in his submissive position on his knees. He seldom gave up his body to anyone, and it had been a long time. Then hot hands were on him and he lay
there and took it as they touched him everywhere.
Perhaps he d been starving the man? Restless fingers were in his hair testing texture and curious fingers roved over spine and down legs before coming back up, fully taking the
opportunity to examine him back. It hurt. Ah, the agony of waiting. Killian wanted instant gratification. Hot and horny, he wanted more. More!
A powerful thigh shoved his legs apart, giving him a shiver that ran the entire length of his big body. It had been a long time since he d been so excited for penetration. Colton simply drove
him crazy with lust. Finally. Bella Luna! Finally the questing fingers stilled their restless examination. Two knees took up position between his spread thighs. Submitting was horrible! Having one
of the world s deadliest shape-shifters between his legs breathing hot on his exposed back was incredibly disturbing, and his lust tasted the hard edge of fear. A little fear was good he tried to
savor it. The deadly shifter settled his not-insignificant weight against him, all hotness, fine hair and silken skin. The hot mouth on the muscle on the top of his shoulder was maddening until the
fangs were bared.
Taking advantage of Killian s defenseless position and exposed shoulder, Colton bit him. Not a gentle love bite, either; a full-on wolf bite. There was a sharp hiss in Killian s ear,
otherworldly, a shifter sound he couldn t hope to understand. It sent his emotions from disturbed to downright terrified. Blood had been drawn.
Just a taste to bring me back to you, Colton s seductive voice whispered.
A taste of death was what Killian got, then slick fingers in the crack of his ass. Maybe he should have thought this through better? The fingers lubed him good. Yes, he should have
considered this more. The fingers made room for something else, something smooth and round and hot. Bella Luna, he wanted! Colton, however, was stingy with himself.
He never teased like that, did he? Surely not! It was fucking nasty. Unbearable. His hands were suddenly clenching the sheets. Colton slid his shaft up and down the cleft and imagining the
sight if their positions were reversed sent a ripple of arousal up Killian s spine. The fat head sought entrance. Being a right bastard, though, Colton didn t enter, he just teased.
I m going to kill you, Colton Décarie, he said darkly.
The cruel bastard laughed. Wait till after I fuck you.
If you ever get around to it!
You want something, Killian? he said sweetly.
When I kill you, I m gonna do it slowly.
Another nudge against puckered flesh quickened Killian s arousal. Taking his revenge all the way, Colton backed off and replaced his cock with a hand deep between Killian s parted legs,
one that cupped his balls before moving on to stroke his erection with deliberate cruelty cruel as in slow and teasing. Impatient, Killian rose up on his knees and hands. If Colton wanted to
make him beg, he could forget it.
Reading his mind, Colton laughed. I know you ll never beg, but I at least want the satisfaction of having you think about it.
The killing part will also be painful, he promised. I m really going to hurt you.
Lava and acid mixed together?
White-hot!
You want me inside you, my wicked werewolf lover? Fortunately, Colton didn t expect an answer, because he wasn t gonna get one, and merely stroked Killian some more before letting it
go. Then the smooth head was back again, and rubbing against his anal opening. So damned hot!
Do it!
Complying, his pretty shifter lover did, in agonizing slow motion. Up until then, he d never realized just how big Colton s penis actually was. Stood to reason, he was a big man. It had been
in Killian s mouth, down his throat. Yes. Big. But Colton had learned his lesson well and eased that fat head in, stretching him with a patience Killian had to admire as he moaned, invaded and
loving it. It was his turn to relax and accept. Accepting was horrible! All his nerves were lit on fire and burning as Colton filled him, stretching his way farther and farther one slow thrust after
another, his breath the speed of a marathon runner s, controlled but fast. Then Killian heard that damnable whimpering.
Rocking gently, Colton sent himself deeper, spreading him wide. Oh God, Blondie gasped. Oh my God.
If Killian could have answered, he might have. Talking took too much concentration with his mind totally absorbed and his body consumed by a rush of sensations. So full. So fucking
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