Chapter 11
Chapter eleven
Ricky
Having Fin’s eyes on me while I jack off is the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. Unlike the blowjob I gave him, he asked for this. I have Fin’s undivided attention without any of his excuses.
“Fuck,” I muttered as I twisted my palm over my wet tip. I was already on the edge after days, no, weeks, of his hot and cold treatment.
“Don’t come yet,” Fin practically growled, sensing my impending orgasm.
How did he expect me to stave this off? I’d been pining for this man with his strong smell, and sexy body for years. Since I was a teenager who jacked off three times a day. I gripped the base of my dick and took a long, shuddering breath.
“Not sure how long I can last,” I admitted as if I was still that same horny teen.
Taking in his naked body laid out like a meal, his green eyes glowed for a second like his wolf was close to the surface. So maybe I wasn’t the only one having trouble controlling his impulses?
“You’ll come when I say you can,” Fin informed me, moving closer and dipping one finger into the edge of my foreskin. He lifted the wet finger to his lips and tasted me. I groaned and gripped my base tighter at the sight. “Do you want to come for me, Ricky?”
“Gah-uh, yes,” I choked out, my eyes rolling back as he wrapped his callused hand around my cock.
I hadn’t been with a lot of guys, and I didn’t think I’d like rough treatment since I usually topped smaller, softer partners.
But something about the way Fin commanded my body was doing it for me. “Please, Alpha?”
“Good boy,” Fin purred, his face close enough for me to feel his warm breath on my face. He picked up his pace and I knew it wouldn’t take long. “Come for me.”
Right when I was about to warn him, Fin gripped my jaw in his other hand and crashed his mouth into mine.
Our tongues touched and sparks shot off in my head, matching the heat spreading from my balls to shoot out of my dick.
I came hard enough that I felt it hit my chest before pulsing again and again.
We were breathing into one another’s mouths when I realized my ears were ringing from the epic orgasm. Fin leaned back enough to lift his hand and lick some of my release from his hand. Fuck, that was hot. I wanted to taste him right back, but he still my actions as I reached for him.
“It’s okay, I can wait.”
“What?” I asked, my voice still a literal slurred from coming my brains out.
Fin leaned back and wiped his hand off on the clover. “One of us needs to stay alert.”
Shit. That felt like a slap in the face. What the fuck were we doing? We were there to rescue Channing, not flirt and fool around.
“Right. Of course,” I nodded and laid down to avoid looking at Fin. I couldn’t stand to see if his face was full of regret again.
Closing my eyes, I willed my brain to hone in on our surroundings again. I could still hear a few voices on the breeze, and smell the campfire. The bears were still awake. When the drying cum on my body started to dry, I got up.
“Where are you going?” Fin asked, and I thought I heard a note of fear or anger in his tone. Maybe it was his racing heart.
Not looking back, I gestured toward the water with my chin. “Rinsing off.”
Walking to the edge of the water, I waded in cautiously to avoid loud splashing until it reached my hips.
I rubbed the cum off before deciding I didn’t want to look at Fin for a bit longer.
Or I didn’t want him looking at me. It felt too vulnerable after what we did together.
I let him tell me how and when to come, which I’d never done before.
Calling him Alpha also felt different during sex. Less teasing and more of a title.
Shifting into my wolf form before leaving the water, I could tell myself it was for the enhanced senses. I padded out and shook off before pacing as I listened for the bears.
By some unspoken agreement, Fin shifted as well and sat back down. We didn’t have to talk to know the objective.
After another half-hour or so, we stopped hearing voices or the crackle of the fire. Fin walked up beside me and we fell into step. Loping back towards the MacTaryn compound, we slowed to scent the air. People were indoors, and I thought I caught Channing’s from an outbuilding.
Following Fin’s lead, we padded around a shed that only smelled of tools and motor oil. We slowed when a porch light glowed from the main house, but no one came out. Moving on, we walked around a dilapidated barn. I couldn’t smell any livestock or hay, but Channing’s scent was stronger.
When we found a window, Fin got up on his hind legs to peer into the broken pane.
He huffed in annoyance and dropped back down.
Lifting up to look in for myself, there was an old tractor and a single wooden chair in the middle.
But no Channing. She might have been there earlier, but she was gone now.
My wolf was annoyed that the trail ended here. At least she wasn’t left tied-up outside, I told my wolf.
Fin was sniffing at the ground in front of the barn and I rushed to join him. He seemed to be on her trail, but he was also more exposed on that side. The barn had a floodlight and faced the main house, so I stopped short at the edge, waiting to see what Fin would do.
Was he oblivious to his exposed position? Maybe he didn’t care with Channing so close. Fin continued getting closer to the house and I went wide to avoid the lights, watching his progress.
Channing’s scent did appear to be getting stronger as we moved closer to the house. I could hear men snoring, and a TV on low from somewhere inside. Fin stopped outside of a side window as the motion light went off again.
Fuck. He was right in the spotlight less than ten feet from the door. Whining low in my throat, I wanted to run to him and push him back to a safer position. Instead, I watched in horror as the door swung open to reveal one of the twins.
“Well, well. What d’we have here?” The inebriated redhead drawled and tumbled out of the door. He caught himself on the hand rail and laughed to himself, and I could see he was the unscared one. Zed. “Look who’s tur-ess-pass-in’ now?”
Growling at the idiot from beside a tree in the shadows caught his attention and his head snapped up.
“How many are you?” Zed asked in the darkness, looking in the wrong direction.
Shifting quickly, I stayed hidden and called out, “More than your drunk ass can handle. It’s not trespassing when you kidnap one of ours!”
This set Zed MacTaryn off laughing again. Did he forget we beat the two of them last summer when they came on our land?
“Give us Channing King,” I called out, interrupting what was likely the result of being high.
“No, you owe us an omega,” he yelled back as if that was a real thing, and I noticed he didn’t sound so drunk anymore. Damn shifter metabolism. “We’re keeping her!”
“The fuck you are,” I mumbled to myself and shifted back.