Catch A Tiger By The Tail (THIRDS 6)

Calvin charged, blocking Ethan’s fists while trying to deliver his own punches. He tried to remember everything they’d been taught over the last few weeks, concentrating on the force behind his blows and where to land them. He slipped behind Ethan and kicked at the back of Ethan’s leg, sending him down onto his knees. Not allowing him time to get up, Calvin charged and slammed into Ethan, knocking him over onto his side. He straddled Ethan and punched him square across the jaw. His victory didn’t last long. Ethan hooked his arms through Calvin’s, locked their legs together, and rolled until he was straddling Calvin.

Shit. Ethan had him pinned. He grabbed Calvin’s wrists and pulled his arms over his head, his iron grip not budging as Calvin struggled. Ethan sat on Calvin’s thighs, preventing him from moving his legs. Calvin cursed under his breath. He arched his back and pulled at his wrists, but it was like trying to move a fucking mountain. He would have tried head butting him, but Ethan kept himself out of reach.

“Well done, Agent Hobbs. You can let your partner up.” Sparks tapped away at her tablet and motioned for

them to join the rest of the team standing in formation. “Despite your defeat, you did well, Agent Summers. You’re all dismissed.”

That’s it? A part of Calvin wished they could have another go. He’d expected the session to last longer. As they headed for the showers, Calvin was having trouble coming down from the fight. His adrenaline was still pumping. The sting on his lip felt good. Even after a quick shower in the locker room, he was still wired. Ethan was quiet on the ride home, and Calvin was fidgety. They got in, and Calvin threw his backpack on the couch.

Shit. This was bad.

Calvin tongued the inside of his lip where Ethan had gotten him good. He could still taste the blood. They’d never sparred like that, but they’d shown Sparks they were willing to do what they had to. They could function as a partnership and still be lovers. His heart was pounding again. All he could think about was Ethan holding him down, pinning him against the mat with his hard body, his larger hands gripping Calvin’s wrists, restraining him….

Fuck, he was hard.

He looked up, his gaze meeting Ethan’s. His pupils were dilated, leaving nothing but thin sparkling green rims around the edges, but it was the fire burning in his lust-filled eyes that had Calvin ready to come in his pants. A slow, feral grin crept onto Ethan’s face, and his hand moved to his belt. Calvin followed the movement, swallowing hard when Ethan fingered one of the Therian-strength zip ties dangling there.

Calvin slowly knelt to unlace his boots. When he was done, he stood to gingerly kick them off. He’d become the prey, his every move scrutinized by the near-three-hundred-pound apex predator before him. Ethan was still, waiting for the right moment to pounce. His eyes promised a night Calvin wouldn’t soon forget. Calvin pulled his uniform shirt off and dropped it to the floor so it wouldn’t get torn. He glanced down the hall to Ethan’s bedroom before moving his gaze back to Ethan. A small smile tugged at his partner’s lips.

It was on.

Calvin bolted down the hall. He didn’t see or hear Ethan, but he didn’t have to. He could feel him. Being hunted by a Therian was cause to lose your shit, unless that Therian happened to be your sexy-as-fuck partner who was about to pound you into the mattress. Calvin was hauled off his feet. His back came up hard against the wall with Ethan’s knee pressed up against Calvin’s painfully hard dick.

“Fuck,” Calvin groaned. A low moan escaped him as Ethan brought their lips together in a searing, desperate kiss. He grabbed a fistful of Ethan’s hair and tugged his head back, his voice low. “You really think I’m going to make it that easy for you?”

Ethan’s eyes narrowed before his lips curled up. The tiger inside him was awake. Calvin could all but see him looking out from behind Ethan’s blazing green eyes. This was going to be fun. Calvin brought his knees up between them and pushed, catching Ethan off guard and giving Calvin enough room to drop to his feet. He ducked as Ethan made a swipe for him. As suspected, Calvin didn’t make it very far. Just inside the bedroom, Ethan grabbed his arm and spun him around before bringing their lips together in a scorching kiss. When they came up for air, Ethan grabbed Calvin by the waist and tossed him onto the bed. Before Calvin had stopped bouncing, Ethan was making quick work of Calvin’s uniform, tugging his pants off and chucking them to one side.

Calvin put up a token struggle, enjoying the way Ethan assumed control of him, the way he swiftly and none too gently divested Calvin of his clothes until he was completely naked before him. Calvin turned, getting on his hands and knees to reach for the lube in the nightstand when Ethan dragged him back down before flipping him over. Ethan straddled him, took hold of his wrists, and pinned them above his head. The fire in his eyes as he leaned in threatened to consume Calvin.

“Don’t move,” Ethan ordered in a low growl. A shiver went up Calvin’s spine, and he tugged at his wrists. He nipped at Ethan’s bottom lip, then sucked on it before giving it a lick.

“And if I do?”

Ethan released him and sat back on his heels. He unhooked a zip tie from his belt, his chest bare and his stance begging for Calvin to challenge him. Fuck, he was hot. Calvin was rock hard, his cock leaking precome onto his stomach. He considered his next move. The wicked gleam in Ethan’s gaze told Calvin he welcomed the challenge. Calvin bolted upright and threw a hand out, snatching ahold of the dog tag chain hanging from Ethan’s neck.

Ethan twisted Calvin’s arm and pushed him onto his stomach, then restrained his wrists behind his back with the zip tie. He pushed Calvin’s head down into the pillow and pulled him onto his knees so his ass was in the air. Calvin groaned, feeling the bed move as Ethan got up. He turned his head, watching his partner shed his pants and boxer briefs. Calvin had never felt more exposed or more turned on. His mouth watered at the sight of Ethan’s naked body. Man, he was fucking gorgeous. Strong arms and thighs, flat abs, a slim waist and rounded ass. Calvin wanted to run his tongue over every inch of Ethan’s skin.

Ethan found the lube, then shoved several pillows under Calvin before climbing back on the bed. He leaned in, his soft words drawing a whimper from Calvin.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard right now.”

Calvin all but unraveled. He didn’t bother looking over his shoulder. He trusted Ethan completely. Ethan kneaded Calvin’s ass, a low moan escaping him before he parted Calvin’s cheeks. Calvin gasped at the feel of Ethan’s tongue on his hole. The move was unexpected, and Calvin’s body trembled with anticipation. He was surprised he didn’t come right then and there.

“Oh God, Ethan.”

Ethan alternated between using his tongue and his fingers, driving Calvin crazy. The heat spread through his body, and he thought he might pass out from his desperation. He wanted to touch himself so badly, but all he could do was kneel there and take whatever Ethan gave him, and right now, Ethan was making a meal out of Calvin’s ass. He had no idea how much longer he could take this. Calvin’s breath came out ragged as Ethan replaced his fingers with his cock. He went slowly, the burn drawing a hiss out of Calvin as he was stretched. Inch by inch, Ethan pushed himself inside of Calvin, until soon the pain gave way, and Calvin let out a low groan. Damn, that felt so good, but he wanted more, needed more.

“Please, Ethan, fuck me.”

Ethan took hold of the zip tie securing Calvin’s wrists and gave them a tug. “Is this what you want?” Ethan pulled out and slowly pushed himself in. Calvin nodded, and Ethan snapped his hips, causing Calvin to cry out. “Or is that what you want?”

“That,” Calvin pleaded. “I want to feel you. I want to hurt and burn from the feel of you.”

Ethan obliged, holding onto Calvin’s wrists as he drove himself into him, plunging deep. The sound of skin slapping skin, moans, groans, and gasps resounded through the otherwise silent room. Ethan’s thrusts hurt so damn good. It was as if every gasp, every whimper Calvin released urged Ethan on. Ethan changed his angle, hitting Calvin’s prostate.

Calvin’s body shook. “Oh fuck yeah. Ethan. Fuck.” Ethan held him in place as he pounded into Calvin’s ass, his soft groans the sweetest sounds Calvin had ever heard. The more Ethan fucked him, the more Calvin wanted. Ethan would slow down, torturing him before speeding up again. “Ethan….”

Ethan’s hips lost their rhythm as he pounded Calvin’s ass, pushing him down into the mattress. Calvin’s muscles strained. His arms were killing him, but he didn’t care.