Page 70 of Legally Mated
Garrick jumped. "Oh," he cried, and took a half-step to the side. "Don'tdothat!"
"Why not? You like it." Laine grinned and leaned in to lick him again, but Garrick side-steppedagain.
"No, please, okay? I'm not... Idon'twant..."
Laine sat back on his heels and held his hands up. "Okay. I won't anymore." Too bad, because Garrick's reaction was both entertaining and arousing. "Let me make it up to you." Laine took him by the hips and pulled a suspicious Garrick close. "Trust me," he murmured and swallowed Garrick down totheroot.
Garrick let out a sound that Laine could have sworn was a wolf howling. One fist slammed into the tiled wall of the shower, the other scrabbled over Laine's shoulder, bright streaks of pain that faded quickly into warmth as Laine's throat closed around Garrick's length. Garrick's fingers finally found purchase in Laine's hair, and his entire body tilted until he was, Laine realized, leaning against the wall of the showerstall.
Laine slipped Garrick out of his throat and casually palmed him while he kissed down the side of Garrick's cock and teased the tender skin beside it with histongue. "Okay?"
"Though I was going to the Moonlands there for a moment," Garrick replied, his words half gasped, halfchuckled.
"Shower sex can be fun," Laine advised him in the kind of off-color, bland tone he sometimes used to poke fun at a witness incourt.
"I've gathered," Garrick said breathlessly. "I don't remember asking you to stop." His fingers tightened on Laine's hair and Lainelaughed.
"Bully." But he obediently traced a line along the side of Garrick's cock with his tongue and spent a very enjoyable few minutes toying with him, until the noises the other man made warned him that Garrick was poised now on the precipice and he was faced with the near impossible decision--to tip him right over as they were, or to spin Garrick around and bury himself deepinside?
In the end, it was Garrick that made the decision, his grip on Laine's hair--never lost--tightening until he pulled Laine up face to face. "I want to kiss you," was all he said before pressing their mouthstogether.
Laine obliged, but he leaned forward until Garrick was trapped between the wall and Laine's own body, chest to chest, belly to belly. Garrick gave a snarl against Laine's lips that quickly turned to a moan. His hands dug into the muscles of Laine's back as if there was any way to pull them closer together. His hips thrust against Laine and Laine thrust back, his heart racing as his own pleasure mounted. He wrapped one hand around Garrick's hip, the other spread out over one side of Garrick's chest so he could feel his lover's rapid breath, and the muscle that rose up against his palm, the tickle of Garrick's nipple against the hollow of his palm as arousing as the thrust of Garrick's cockagainsthis.
Garrick's voice was growing strained, the noises he made deeper, wilder, as if the part of him that still belonged to the deep woods and quiet trails were being called forth by their lovemaking. He fed fiercely at Laine's mouth, teeth biting almost hard enough for pain, until Garrick wrenched his mouth away from Laine's and buried his face in Laine's neck. "Now, now, now," he chanted, the force of his hips almost knocking Laine off his feet. He only had a moment to wonder at this sudden aggression on Garrick's part before Garrick cried out, his teeth finding purchase in the flesh of Laine's shoulder as his body spasmed, and the scent of sex and orgasm floated to him on the steam filling theshower.
Garrick practically collapsed against him, his breath coming in great heaving sobs. Once again, Laine felt that small something off in Garrick's behavior but he couldn't put a finger on what exactly it was. Then Garrick began to straighten, apologies on his lips for the bruising that Laine would have later, and Laine pushed the niggling concern to the back of his mind to stew with all the rest of the questions he had about Garrick andthepack.
"You didn't finish," Garrick mumbled against his neck. "Doyouwant--"
"I'm fine, unless you want to dosomething."
Garrick inhaled deeply and his body came alive again. "Yeah.Fuckme."
Chapter58
Well,shot for a sheep, right? I'd come and, Lysoonka, had I ever come hard. Laine was going to have trouble moving that shoulder later, and I could smell a hint of blood, so I'd broken the skinsomewhere.
And despite all that, my body wasn't satisfied. He hadn't been in me yet, and until I took him that way, or he took me, this needy emptiness was going to continue to torment me, I could tell. "Fuck me," I repeated, and turned to brace my arms against the shower wall. "Now." And thanked Lysoonka again that he needed no thirdprompting.
When he pushed inside, it was like my entire nervous system came to life. I could feel every part of my body, every drip of water tickling down my back, my legs, every inch of skin where his hands held me still for our mutual pleasure. And as he rode me, I felt another wave of pleasure rolling in, deeper and more inevitable, like watching a tidal wave coming and knowing that there was no place to run to escape it. And nearly as frightening as one, because I'd had orgasms before, but I'd never felt anything like this from them, and then it crashed over me, making me yell again. Laine wrapped himself around me and squeezed as his orgasm hit, his face buried against the back of my neck while he pantedmyname.
When next I opened my eyes, we were tangled together on the floor of the shower and the water was starting getchilly.
"Holy shit," Laine whispered, and kissed my temple. "That was...something."
"Yeah," I muttered and began to disentangle myself from him. "I'm going to grab atowel."
"Good idea," he said, and got up behind me. "Youokay?"
"Yeah," I said, in what I thought was a passable imitation of nonchalance. "Why?" Because it was better to have some idea if disaster was looming and I was in no state to try to read his scent and his posture to figure out what was on his mind. Even if Icouldsmell anything over the scent of sex and my hormones in the air. His too, now that I sniffed again. Funny--he smelled like...I wasn't sure. Like an immature alpha? No. Definitely something in that vein,though.
“Just wondered.” Laine shrugged and accepted the towel I handed him. “How’s your researchgoing?”
I just barely held back a snort of laughter—trust Laine to go straight from fucking to shop talk. “Slow. I’m only starting to realize how much of this we skimmed in lawschool.”
He grimaced and reached out with his towel to pat away a few drops of water from my shoulder that I’d missed. “I shouldn’t be surprisedanymore.”
I shrugged. “You hungry?”Mygoto, when things got awkward, and heknewit.
