Chapter 3
CHAPTER THREE
He should’ve walked away the moment he realized his hook-up was Evan. This had disaster written all over it, and it was not how he wanted to start his return to Melbourne, yet he hadn’t been able to take those few steps to safety.
Evan was magnetic in a way George had never understood. Tall with dark blond hair, a cocky smile, and blue eyes, he’d always drawn George’s attention, though it had taken him a while to work out why. And while he had dreamed of hooking up with him, that was before Evan turned Ryan against him.
Mostly. There may have been a few times since because Evan was lodged under his skin. He didn’t know if he wanted to fight him or fuck him. Both made his blood run hot.
He wanted Evan to apologize and admit what a dick he had been. Not that it would change anything.
He wanted to hurt him the way he had been hurt.
How the fuck could he have said those things and then offer up his fine ass? But George knew what the pack the brothers ran with was like, and he didn’t want to have any sympathy for him. Growing up in that pack meant choosing between living the life they expected and living his own life.
And riding the waves of all the turmoil and conflicting emotions was the heat in Evan’s eyes. The scent of lust on his skin. Skin that he wanted to bite and mark. He took three steps and backed Evan up against the wall, holding him by cock and jaw. And Evan didn’t try to resist.
He should be. Most wolves put up a small fight before submitting, mostly for show. Was he that comfortable in his skin that he didn’t feel the need to pretend that he was something other than a bottom?
Or was this another act?
Another face that he thought somebody wanted to see?
Why the fuck did he care? He could finally dig Evan Steele out from beneath his skin and move on from the teenage infatuation.
Evan’s fingers pressed into George’s hips.
“I should fuck you here and walk out.” he wanted to rip off the jockstrap, but he also wanted to leave it on and ignore Evan’s dick for the rest of the evening. He released the hard and tempting length and grabbed Evan’s wrist, lifting it to press it against the wall.
That was when Evan offered a little resistance. They struggled for several seconds. George growled, and Evan growled back. But it was playful, not aggressive, as if he were enjoying this. After a couple of heartbeats, George had his hand pinned to the wall near his head.
Evan rolled his hips, grinding against him so their cocks rubbed with delicious friction. “Go on then.”
As tempting as it was, George didn’t want it over in three minutes, not when he’d been waiting years.
Not when this might be the only chance he’d ever have.
He spun Evan to face the wall, pressing his hand back in place, and nipped at the back of his neck, tasting his skin. Evan’s pulse quickened as though he expected the bite.
George let out a low chuckle. “Greedy, aren’t you? Has no one bitten you in a while?”
“ You have never bitten me.”
That gave him a moment of pause, but only a moment. “Thought about it, have you?”
He rocked his hips, rubbing his cock against Evan’s ass, wishing he had taken his pants off already so he could thrust in. His underwear was damp from the pre-cum leaking from his dick.
“Yes.”
“Tell me.” When Evan remained silent, George licked his shoulder. “If you want me to bite, tell me.”
Evan swallowed. “It’s stupid.”
It was the first hint of doubt George had seen in Evan…ever. “I don’t care. Most fantasies are.”
He’d indulged a snake shifter who wanted to give him a head job in snake form. It had been weird, though not terrible.
“I imagined that we run into each other, much like tonight, and that you were still angry and…”
Oh, now, it was making much more sense. “You want angry sex?”
Did he actually feel guilty about what had happened? He could see where the fantasy was going. George would take revenge, pin him down and fuck him and bite him. A part of him recoiled at playing into Evan’s desires, but the part that was winning found the idea far too appealing.
“I said it’s stupid,” Evan gritted out.
“Then let me finish it for you. We fight, and you lose. Then I fuck you, claiming you as my bitch.” He raked his teeth over Evan’s trapezoid muscle. It was the perfect place to bite while fucking.
Evan’s whimper and the sharp tang of his pre-cum on the air were the only confirmation he needed that he’d nailed Evan’s fantasy. The thin fabric of his jockstrap would be damp and turning see-through and molding to his skin.
He’d always thought they would fight for dominance, but then he’d never thought Evan was a submissive bottom. Which was somehow so much better.
“Yes,” Evan gasped the word.
But clearly, they’d skipped the fighting part and gone straight to the claiming part. Not that he was claiming him for any longer than tonight. After this, he would block Evan’s profile and put it all behind him. He had not returned to Melbourne to fall back into old messes or to create any pack drama.
He spat on his fingers and jerked his hips back so he could rub Evan’s hole, teasing the tight ring of muscle and liking the way it flexed beneath his touch as if eager to open.
Evan tilted his hips as though asking for more.
This whole thing was messed up. And the mess had started years ago. Before they were both born, before their parents were born, with all the pack bullshit. They had once been the same pack, but two brothers had argued, and they split, with one keeping up with progress and the other clinging to the old ways because they were wolves, and that’s what they did.
Fucking wolf drama.
He was already having doubts about returning to Melbourne, and he hadn’t even been in the city twenty-four hours.
“Do you think this can make up for what you did?”
“No. But you know as well as I do why I did it. You knew the friendship would never last.”
He had, and his parents had also warned him. They had explained it to him the first time he wanted Ryan to come over to play. Instead, they had to meet at playgrounds and such. As teenagers, there was no going round to each other’s houses to play video games or watch movies, and yet they had remained friends because of what they were, not despite it. There had been a part of him that had hoped Ryan’s pack would stop being hardliners, especially once he realized he was gay and what that might mean for their friendship.
Not that he’d ever told Ryan. But if Evan had realized, who else had?
“Were you jealous?” He murmured in Evan’s ear as his finger pushed inside his already slick hole. Evan had been ready to fuck whoever walked through the door.
Evan sucked in a breath.
“Answer me.” George’s cock twitched as if trying to break free to bury itself in Evan’s ass.
“I was jealous. You weren’t afraid of who you were.”
That was not the answer he was expecting, but he could understand it. He couldn’t imagine growing up in Evan’s pack, hiding and pretending and having a horny sixteen-year-old panting after him.
“You always look so good. The way those jeans cupped your ass and cock. The tight T-shirt and sunnies. I wanted to fuck you on the hood of your car every time you picked him up from school.” He licked the shell of Evan’s ear and added another finger, fucking him slowly, working his hole open. “You always had that sneer on your lips, as if you were better than everyone else.”
“I wore a lot of armor back then. I needed to. Do you have any idea how long it took me to take it off? Piece by piece until I could breathe?” Evan turned his head to glance at George.
George rested his cheek on Evan’s. “I don’t. And I’m sorry you went through that.”
Why the fuck was he apologizing to Evan?
Yet he wasn’t sure what else to say. He had never been forced to hide, only cautioned. That wasn’t the reason he left. But he knew plenty of guys, even human ones, who had difficulties at home.
“I don’t want your apology. You had nothing to do with it.” Evan twisted, and George let him, his fingers sliding free of his ass while keeping one hand on the wall. Then they were facing each other.
He knew nothing about the man in front of him.
The resentment and hate were all directed at the youth he had been. And George wasn’t sure of the ground he stood on. His dick throbbed. The only thing that hadn’t changed was how disarming he found Evan. Maybe it was something in his scent or the cocky curve to his lips.
“If you’re apologizing to me, I should apologize to you, and I’m not ready for that. And yes, I am aware how ridiculous that sounds,” Evan said, his voice rough.
“Did you ever apologize to Ryan?”
“I haven’t spoken to him since I moved out in my last couple of years of uni.”
George could imagine why. “He supports the pack leadership?”
Evan gave a bitter laugh. “That is the polite way of putting it. I’m surprised your friendship lasted so long.”
George released him and took a few steps away.
He could keep walking straight out that door. But he’d wanted Evan for so long.
They both wanted this.
“You know fantasies never live up to reality, right?” Was he saying that to convince himself or Evan?
His gaze skimmed over Evan’s body. He’d been right about the fabric turning see-through. He wanted to lick along the length and find out what he tasted like.
Evan gave him that cocky smile as he leaned against the wall. “It was going pretty well. But you talk too much.”
George laughed. “You’re not the first to say that.”
“Then maybe your mouth should be full.” He hooked his finger into the jockstrap as though to take it off.
“That stays on.”
Evan’s hand fell away, but he watched and waited.
George closed the distance and dropped to his knees, giving in to temptation. He inhaled, breathing in his musky scent before licking along the crease of Evan’s thigh, not wanting to rush…or to give Evan what he wanted immediately. His nose bumped against the hot, hard length of Evan’s dick. Perhaps it was only himself he was teasing. Because he didn’t want this encounter to fail compared to his imagination.
This would get the lust out of his blood for good.
And that was what he wanted.
He closed his eyes and licked the length from root to tip and then the tip again as he reveled in the taste of the pre-cum soaked fabric. He kissed and mouthed the head so more slipped free. And he kept going, licking and tasting until the fabric was wet and hugged every curve and every vein. He rocked back on his heels to enjoy the view.
Evan was pressed against the wall with his head tipped back and his eyes closed. His fingers curled at his side as though resisting the temptation to grab George’s hair.
He stood. “I’m going to take my track pants off now. Wherever you are when I’m done is where I’m going to fuck you.”
He wouldn’t rush, but Evan didn’t need to know that.
Evan opened his eyes. His pupils were dark and wide, and the light reflected in his eyes, so they no longer looked blue at all. He considered George for a couple of heartbeats as though wondering if he meant it.
George started pulling down his pants.
Evan peeled himself off the wall and walked up the corridor, his gaze never leaving George. George stepped out of his track pants and was much quicker with his briefs. He stalked up the corridor, catching Evan in the doorway. He grabbed him and kissed him, their teeth tapping. When he went to turn Evan, he slipped away, ducking under George’s arm.
Now he was playing hard to get?
He lunged and grabbed him again, this time pulling him close as if tackling him. He took them both to the ground, even though the bed was only three feet away. Then he had Evan trapped beneath him. He rocked his hips, grinding against him, enjoying the friction of the wet fabric covering Evan’s cock rubbing against his.
For a couple of heartbeats, he was torn between flipping him over so he didn’t have to look at him or keeping him on his back so he could see everything. The latter won.
He pulled back just enough to press the head of his cock to Evan’s waiting hole. He hesitated for a moment, knowing this was the boundary between dreams and reality, and there would be no taking it back.
Evan growled, pushing back on George’s hand as if preparing to fight his way free and drag the game on. The risk was that one of them would lose control and let a little too much wolf out to play.
He thrust forward, loving the moment as his lover’s body opened to him. Evan sucked in a breath but didn’t tell him to slow down. So he didn’t. He thrust harder, working his way deeper each time until Evan took every inch. It was only then he paused to allow Evan to adjust. His ass flexed around him, hot and tight.
George sat back on his heels, dragging Evan’s hips with him. “Put your hands behind your head and look smug.”
Evan did as asked. The familiar curve on his lips. “Now who’s living their fantasy?”
“Me.” Though the car was missing. He moved slowly, learning the feel of Evan’s body and the noises he made. The gasps as George thrust deep.
He tugged the jockstrap down to reveal the ruddy swollen head of Evan’s cock so he could watch the pre-cum bead out and roll over his belly.
His fingernails pressed into Evan’s ass cheek, holding him still as he fucked him. “That’s it, take it all,” he growled as his thrusts quickened.
Evan closed his eyes, and his back arched as he came with a moan. His ass squeezed George so tight he almost tipped over the edge. He pulled out and swiped up the spilled cum, pushing his cum-coated fingers into Evan’s ass.
He lifted his gaze from Evan’s hole to find him watching.
“You like being fucked with your own cum?”
He lifted one eyebrow as though it didn’t matter. As though George didn’t matter. “I don’t count fingers.”
George pulled his fingers out and filled him with one thrust. Evan grunted and bit his lip. It should be his teeth leaving a mark. He leaned over him, resting his weight on one hand as he fucked hard and fast. Evan’s legs hooked around his hips, and George kissed him. He nipped at his lip, then at his jaw and along his neck. Evan tipped his head back, inviting the bite. And George didn’t hesitate. His teeth sank into the soft flesh of Evan’s pec. The muscle tensed against his lips. Evan whimpered, but he tasted like desire. George gave two more thrusts and let go, his teeth in Evan’s skin as he came.
His toes curled with the intensity, and it was all he could do to breathe as he drowned in the scent of Evan’s skin, sweat, and cum.
Slowly, he opened his jaw. He kissed the bite, loving the feel of the indentations beneath his tongue, and then he pushed up to admire the darkening mark. He hadn’t broken the skin, but there was going to be a hell of a bruise. And because it was on Evan’s chest, he’d see it every time he showered or changed. Unless he shifted to heal.
George’s lips curved.
“Now who looks smug?” Evan asked.
There was no way he wanted to admit that it had lived up to every expectation. “Just thinking about how many times you’re going to see that and think of me.”
“Bold of you to assume I’m not going to shift the minute you walk out the door.”
“Is that what you usually do?” That was more than a little disappointing. Shifting between forms was the shifter version of safe sex because human diseases didn’t crossover.
Evan gave a small shrug, his legs wrapped around George’s hips, keeping them together. “With humans, I prefer being safe and using condoms.”
His dick softened. He needed to pull out and move soon. Which meant this was over, and he needed to leave. Which shouldn’t be a problem, even though it felt like one.
“If you want to shower before you leave…”
“It’s okay. I’m only five minutes down the road.”
“Then I won’t ask if you want to stay either.”
That was good because he might say yes. “I’ve got a meeting first thing in the morning. And I need to sort out where I can run. The packs have all changed since I left.”
“Why did you leave?” Evan’s fingers trailed through George’s hair.
It took everything he had not to turn into the gentle touch. “Because I wanted an adventure. I didn’t want to be stuck running with my family pack when there’s a whole world to explore.”
“But your pack is…”
George stared at him. “Accepting? Smothering? Proud of never leaving the area?”
The hardness was back in Evan’s eyes. “I’d have killed to have been born in your pack.”
George looked away and pulled out, ignoring Evan’s sigh. This was weirder than if they’d been strangers because there was an undercurrent of the past that threatened to drag them both under.
He wouldn’t shower, but he would use the bathroom to clean up. He padded across the carpet and didn’t look back, nor did he turn on the light in the ensuite.
“Just use the hand towel, and when you’re done, bring it out here,” Evan called.
George dried his hands, dropped the hand towel on Evan’s chest, and then he kept walking because if he paused, he wouldn’t leave.