Page 12 of Unbar the Barred
The shirt landed on the floor and Trey toed off his cowboy boots, not taking his gaze off Cassidy as his hands went to his belt buckle. Leather slapped against leather as he whipped it out and flung it to the floor. “Come here.”
“No.” Cassidy baited the wolf, riding the wave of euphoria and power that came from the knowledge that Trey was acting like this because ofhim.
Before he could register what Trey would do next, Cassidy found himself pinned to a wall, arms restrained above his head, Trey’s mouth on his, devouring him.
Wet, hot and all tongue and teeth, Trey ate him like a starving wolf. Cassidy groaned in delight at the feeling of power growing with each greedy kiss exchanged. He had no recollection of how they ended up naked or with him pinned to the wall on Trey’s cock, his legs wrapped around his slim hips, ankles hooked. Facing him was a novelty and Cassidy reveled in the feeling. Arms free, he cupped Trey’s bristly cheeks and held him to kiss him with all the feelings that were swamping him. When Trey’s knot started to stretch him, Cassidy whimpered and mewled into Trey’s mouth as he came in furious bursts over the wolf’s stomach.
“That’s it, mark me as yours,” Trey demanded, wrenching his mouth free, gusty breaths hitting Cassidy’s face.
Their gazes locked and Cassidy’s teeth ached at the demand. He came forward, tilting Trey’s head back, and struck his jugular in the throes of his release. Blood filled his mouth, and he swallowed hungrily, his world narrowing to just one thing: his wolf.
Heat filled his ass as Trey came in great shudders, the knot expanded fully, forcing yet more cum out of Cassidy’s aching balls. “Mine,” he rasped when he released Trey, swiping blood from his lips.
The wolf’s eyes were there, looking at him, when fangs appeared. Cassidy’s heart hammered as he lifted his head back to expose his throat in submission. “Bite me,” he commanded throatily.
“Are you sure?”
Cassidy cupped the back of Trey’s head and dragged him closer, understanding once more that he held the power. “Yes. I was sure the day I agreed to let you take my virginity and nothing has changed,” he confessed, watching Trey’s shock turn to hot, potent possessiveness.
“I was your first?”
“You are my only,” Cassidy whispered shyly.
“Oh, fuck!”
Teeth struck his throat and Cassidy groaned in rapture, his vision flicking in and out before everything snapped into a new clarity. A clarity that Trey was his, and nothing could change that.
A sob rose, then another. Overcome with emotions, Cassidy clung to his mate, feeling his tongue lick over his claim bite. “Mine,” he sobbed, “you’re mine.”
Joined as they were, they weren’t moving, but Trey cuddled him close and kissed his tear-stained cheeks. “We are, my little chick.” He rested his forehead against Cassidy’s sweaty one. “We are—eternal.
Chapter Seven
Trey
Trey rolled over the bed and buried his head into a pillow, blocking out the sounds of someone pounding on his front door. Didn’t they know they were playing Russian roulette, waking him before he was ready to get up?
Taking a deep inhale, his head popped up, and his blurry eyes opened at the aromatic scent of Cassidy. The night beforeflooded his mind with such clarity, a heat of arousal flowed through him. He mated Cassidy.
We did.
I don’t need a fucking reminder.
He didn’t, because the second Cassidy had confessed to them being the only one to touch him, nothing on this planet could have stopped him from claiming his little chick.
More banging came, which he ignored as he rolled to sit up and flick on the lamp beside the bed so he could get a better look at the messy—empty—bed. Where was Cassidy? The blackout curtains didn’t give Trey any clue to the time of day, but if someone was hammering on his door—and unless they wanted to die—it had to mean it was after eleven.
“Get your ugly ass out of bed,” Kendrick called from outside.
“Fuck off,” he shouted back, his hand going to the tingling skin at his throat while his wolf pranced about his mind giddily, ready to give chase after Cassidy.
What’s with you?
Didn’t you scent him?
What?
The sound of the door rattling and Kendrick using his key got Trey to roll, naked and pissed, off the bed. He quickly looked for something to cover up his neck, not ready to have this conversation until he spoke to Cassidy. What was important right then was getting rid of his friend, who was now in his space, moving around in his kitchen.
