Page 3 of Unbar the Barred
Cassidy folded his arms in front of his face, glanced back, eyes so bold. The blue so dark they added to the allure when it came with the knowledge Trey had caused the desire in their depths. When he tilted his ass at Trey in invitation, then smirked right before he braced his head against his arms, Trey struggled not to go into a rut.
Holy fuck!
The howling of his wolf matched the long drawn out growl and he ripped at his fly and dragged his jeans and boxer briefs down enough to get his cock free. He shuffled forward and pressed his chest against Cassidy’s back, feeling him shudder, his ass lifting higher.
Bending at the knee, Trey’s lips touched Cassidy’s ear. “Hold the fuck on.” It was all the warning he gave as he took hold ofthe notches above Cassidy’s hips and angled him just right. In a practiced move, he thrust deep.
“Yes,” Cassidy cried out in a strangled moan, surely letting all the other shifters in the bar with good hearing know what they were doing.
The ease at which he sank in gave Trey a moment to wonder who had fucked Cassidy to make him so loose. He slid in like a knife cutting through butter. He hated the thought of someone touching Cassidy, as did his wolf, who snapped, his teeth descending.
No.
Yes.
I will stop right now!He would, despite what it cost him. The ache in his jaw receded at how serious he was. Claiming a mate in such a way? No, Trey would never allow that. He exhaled and then inhaled through gritted teeth. It didn’t help when all he could scent was Cassidy’s sweetness, his slick, driving him to fuck. To knot the little omega.
Cassidy drove back and bucked forward, fucking himself on Trey’s cock. For a second, Trey didn’t move, uncertain how to react to this different side of Cassidy. He usually let Trey lead and would passively take what he offered.
“So needy,” he murmured, rotating his hips in a slow move, keeping his cock deep. “This what you want?”
His lips remained next to Cassidy’s ear, his hot breath blowing on the flushed skin. Cassidy twisted sideways to look at Trey.
“More. Fuck me,” he begged. “Don’t tease me. I need to feel you.”
The depth of meaning behind the fire burning in his gaze made all the air in the room disappear. It was too much and not enough all at once, and Trey lost it.
He pounded into Cassidy, listening to the sounds that poured from his mouth as he begged for more despite the sweat slickingtheir clothes to their bodies. Dark patches appeared on Cassidy’s sweater as he undulated and writhed against the door. His hands remained away from his cock, just how Trey preferred. He could make Cassidy come with a hard fucking, but usually what drove him wild was Trey’s knot swelling in his ass.
His body was ablaze with the need to come. To pump his seed deep in Cassidy. He reached around and took hold of Cassidy’s hard length, feeling the hot, silky shaft pulse against his palm. He held it loosely as he thrust deep enough that his knot pushed past the rim of muscle guarding Cassidy’s ass, stretching it.
The mewling came as Trey went still, his cock spurting deep as his knot grew, expanding until he fully knotted Cassidy. He was now Trey’s captive, pinned to him, making him Trey’s in the most elemental way. Everything about it filled Trey with a possessive desire, one he could normally contain. Except in this moment, when Cassidy’s head landed on his damp shoulder, and Cassidy buried his face into Trey’s neck, he could only go along for the ride as a passive observer.
Emotions, the kind he knew would fuck him up, came in heady waves as cum spurted over Trey’s fist and Cassidy mouthed at his neck, his body rippling in the throes of his passion, crying out his name. “Treyyyy!”
Hearing the way Cassidy called his name like this, like he was a god, never grew old and his body accepted what he denied his heart.
“We need you, boss,” Kendrick called through the door while hammering on it. “So hurry the fuck up.”
The interruption cut through the euphoria like someone had thrown icy water onto a fire to quell the blaze. Trey cursed internally when he felt Cassidy stiffen against him, his heaving chest slowing as he continued to hide his face in Trey’s throat.
He heard Kendrick stomp off. Not that they were going anywhere just yet. His body would decide that. They wouldremain knotted together for some time, and it was why he avoided doing it—when he could. The intimacy of it left him weak.
He kissed the side of Cassidy’s head. “Ignore him.”
His words never got rid of all the tension, Cassidy was far too easy to read.
“Look at me,” he murmured softly. It took a moment and there, in Cassidy’s gaze, was the vulnerability that made this about more than sex. As they were, Trey gave in and kissed him, not the frantic kiss they’d shared when Cassidy had shown up. This was slow and measured. He sipped at Cassidy’s sweetness, lingering over each kiss. He wasn’t sure how long they kissed like that, but Trey was unnerved to notice his knot had deflated and he had wrapped himself around Cassidy—cuddling him close.
Shit. What the fuck am I doing?
This was so not part of their agreement. He couldn’t gauge what Cassidy’s reaction was to his behavior because he was doing his level best not to look at him.
“Fuck, boss, we got an issue out here!” Kendrick shouted, sounding pissed and giving Trey the perfect excuse to leave.
“I gotta go,” he muttered, still not looking Cassidy in the eye as he straightened up his clothes. Their scent and the state of him were a dead giveaway, but all Trey could do was sigh and tuck his sticky cock away. After a quick wash of his hands, he swung around at the sound of the lock and door opening. Cassidy waved a hand in the air, then disappeared.
Trey’s eyes slammed shut, and he groaned aloud. What the fuck had made him give in and cuddle Cassidy? He’d clearly made the wrong move, because Cassidy was never the first to leave. Trey usually left first. It was self-preservation.
