Bad Moon on the Rise (Dark Hollow Wolf Pack 7)

“What? What are you doing?”

“Loving you, baby. Giving you what you want. You do want it, don’t you?” The wicked whisper sighed softly in his ear.

He felt a hot pressure at his entrance, and he heard Gavin’s voice again. “Tell me if you want this, baby. ” He rubbed his cock slowly through his crease. “Say it. ”

“I-I…Oh fuck!”

Tucker heard a little chuckle behind his ear. “Exactly what I had in mind, sweetheart. ”

Tucker took a deep breath. He felt overwhelmed and completely out of his depth. He’d never bottomed before—not ever. But this man felt so incredible. He felt his searing heat rubbing slowly up and down his crease. He took a deep, shaky breath. “Yes, yes, okay. I want it. ” With you.

“Are you sure, sweetheart?”

“Y-yes. God, please…”

A warm kiss dropped on the side of his neck in praise, and Gavin crooned to him again for a moment, before gently nudging his cock inside Tucker’s hole. Easing it into him, Gavin slipped past the first tight ring of muscles, and then as he felt the by-now-familiar burn, he hissed in a sharp breath. Gavin held still, his hands soothing his back, massaging his ass. . Slowly he moved in deeper until something hot and hard—his balls, maybe, but Tucker wasn’t sure—snuggled up against Tucker’s ass. Tucker moaned with pleasure, and Gavin ran his hands up under his shirt and over his nipples. “Feel good, sweetheart?”

Still feeling shy and embarrassed, Tucker nodded his head. Gavin moved his lips down the side of his neck, nibbling and licking. Tucker shuddered in his arms, impaled and helpless. Gavin’s fingers were under his shirt, pulling and teasing his nipples, and each time he twisted the nubs, the feelings made his cock, which had softened a little when Gavin entered him, stand back to attention. Gradually the feeling of being stuffed and stretched began to recede, and Gavin moved his hand down to wrap aroundTucker’s shaft, moving slowly up and down.

“Feeling better, baby?”

Tucker nodded, too overcome to speak, and Gavin bent him over a little and began to thrust his cock in and out in time with the slow strokes his hand was making on Tucker’s shaft. The feeling was almost overwhelming, and to his horror, Tucker felt hot tears filling his eyes. They weren’t tears of pain—after the initial burn, the feeling in his tight passage was almost indescribably good. Rather, he was almost overcome wit

h a myriad of emotions, some bad and some so good. If the sex had been hard and rough, it wouldn’t have been so much like claiming, like ownership. There was no longer any pretense he wasn’t exactly where he wanted to be. No way to gloss over the fact that he was being thoroughly controlled and fucked, and he was enjoying every second of it. Every time Gavin’s cock grazed over his prostate, he felt a jolt of ecstasy.

“What do you want, Tucker?” The slow, seductive voice whispered again in his ear. One hand moved up to stroke his throat, seductive, soothing.

“I-I want…” Tucker’s breath was coming so hard, he was almost panting. “I want—more. Harder, please. I need…”

“Shh, baby. I knowwhat you need, and I’ll give it to you. Let me take care of you. ”

Tucker nodded and slumped over farther, pushing his ass wantonly back for more. The gentle thrusts became harder, faster, until Gavin was slamming into him, almost lifting him off his feet with each thrust. Tucker put one hand against the wall and the other strayed down to his cock as he tried to stroke himself. Instantly, the big hand already there threw his off, and Gavin’s voice growled in his ear. “That’s mine, now, baby. ”

He shook his head. “N-no…I’m not…”

Tucker felt a hard slap on his ass, and he cried out. Another slap followed and another. Fuck, he was being spanked! Anddamn if it didn’t feel pretty good.

“Say it, honey. Tell me you’re mine!” Gavin’s voice seemed to have dropped deeper than it sounded before. His hand on Tucker’s cock increased its movements until he thought he would blow any second. The thrusts in his ass were hard and hot.

“Y-yours,” he managed to gasp out and heard a self-satisfied grunt in his ear.

“Damn right…” Another hard thrust and pull on his cock and it was over for Tucker. His load shot against the wall so hard it spattered back on his stomach and chest. Gavin’s thrusts became erratic and then he was straining against him, the hot cum searing Tucker’s ass as it filled the condom.

In the short silence that followed, all Tucker could hear were Gavin’s panting breaths. Then with another quick nuzzle at his neck, he pulled out and Tucker straightened up, holding onto the slick wall for support. He could hear rustling sounds, presumably Gavin disposing of the condom, and then the sound of a zipper.

Gavin put hishands on Tucker’s shoulders, pulled him up and turned him so his back was against the wall, moving both hands up to frame his face. Leaning in, he kissed Tucker, licking first at his lips until his mouth fell open and then sweeping his magical tongue inside. He moved a hand down to gently squeeze his softened dick.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” he said against his lips. He reached forTucker’s pants, still around his ankles and pulled them up, tucking him back inside and fastening them. Gavin looked up and caressed Tucker’s face with one hand, then stepped away into the darkness.

“What?” Almost in a daze, Tucker realized Gavin was gone, and he straightened up, reaching for him. “What? No, wait!”

The room was dark, but Tucker could just make out a large form moving quickly toward the curtains and slipping out to the bar beyond. He raced over to the curtains, but tripped over somebody’s feet, and cursing, he stumbled into a wall before righting himself and hurrying back to the main area of the bar. Gavin was nowhere to be seen. Not a trace.

“Damn it!” He felt bereft and abandoned. Before he could even get the man’s number, he’d slipped away, right out of his hands. All he had was his name—Gavin. Not even a last name.

“Shit!” He dropped down on a bar stool and ordered another beer for the road, considering he hadn’t even had a chance to taste the first one. He was sticky and wet inside his pants, his shirt stuck to his chest. Feeling used and definitely shaken up in mind and spirit, he sat at the bar and tried to think what to do next. His body felt slightly wasted, but his brain was already busy planning what he might be able to do to find Gavin the next morning when he got to work.

A slight shiver traveled down his spine as he remembered the feel of that talented cock in his ass. What did it mean about him that he’d enjoyed being fucked and controlled so much?