Slow Shift by Nazarea Andrews (best ereader for pdf .TXT) 📗

when Tyler leans in and bites, and presses back into it when Tyler licks up his spine. “Please, please, Tyler, Jesus, more!”

Tyler hums his approval and Chase shudders under him, under his hands and lips. He loses track of time licking and biting his neck, working his fingers in until Chase is loose and shining wet. He quiet, listening as Chase finally, finally goes silent, his mouth open and gaping while Tyler works him open.

The quiet is disconcerting, and Tyler murmurs, “You look so good like this, Chase. So good for me, just waiting for me to fill you up. You want me to, don’t you?” He hooks his fingers, two now, and Chase jolts under him, hands scrabbling in the sheets. Tyler smiles. “Just like that, sweetheart. Gonna take good care of you.”

“Please,” Chase whispers, so soft that if he weren’t a werewolf, Tyler wouldn’t hear it. “Please, need you—”

Tyler slicks some lube on his fingers, then pushes back in with three, rubs his thumb over the stretched out rim of him and croons, “Almost ready for me... Just take a little more...”

When Chase is pressing back against him, a wordless keen in his throat, Tyler swallows and slips his fingers free. Chase whimpers in distress, but it changes, twists into a low groan as Tyler finally pushes into him.

~*~

It hurts.

There’s nothing magical and sappy that takes away the too wide stretch, the burn of Tyler filling him up. But it’s a welcome burn, and he arches, pressing into it. Tyler rewards him with a fucking dirty groan, pulling out and pushing back in with smooth rolls of his hips that do impossibly good things for Chase, lighting him up. He twists his head back, because this—this...

“Ty, stop,” he gasps. Tyler freezes. Chase moves fast, pushes the ‘wolf on his back and settles on his lap, lining his cock up and sinking down with a blissful sigh. Tyler makes a choked cry, something that sounds almost like his name, and Chase grins. “Need to see you, big guy.”

He needs to see, needs to know that it’s real, that it’s Tyler fucking up into him with impossibly strong thrusts, his hands tight on Chase’s hips. It’s Tyler that’s licking into his mouth, kissing him with a desperate hunger, Tyler who stares at him helplessly as Chase rolls his hips in a dirty grind.

It’s Tyler who twists his head up and away, baring the long line of his thick throat, and—

“Fuck, baby,” Chase groans, falling forward and latching onto the smooth gold skin with his dull human teeth.

Tyler sighs, going liquid and boneless beneath him. Chase feels it, the hot pulse as Tyler orgasms, and it’s that—the feel of Tyler pliant under him, filling him, warm flesh between his teeth, that makes him shudder and whine into Tyler’s throat as he comes.

Chase collapses against him with a huff. Tyler grunts as he takes the weight, arms circling him instinctively.

“Did I hurt you?” Chase asks, nosing at the mark on his throat.

Tyler shakes head and trails a hand down Chase’s spine, down to the place where he’s still inside Chase, running a light finger over his swollen rim. Chase groans and laughs.

“Dude, you’re pushing thirty. You cannot be ready for round two.”

Tyler snorts. “Werewolf, remember? But no. I just—I like it.”

He’s never going to be better with words. Chase gives him a wide happy smile anyway and says, “I do too, big guy.”

~*~

They fall asleep like that. Tyler wakes up in the middle of the night, Chase still starfished on top of him. He’s sleeping deeply, mumbling into the pillow when Tyler carefully slips out from under him.

He looks at Chase sprawled across his bed, at the bruises he left on Chase’s hips, at his stretched and swollen hole still glistening with come, and he wants—badly—to take him again. He wants to lick him clean and fuck into him to dirty him up again.

He wants everything the boy has to offer and everything he doesn’t, every piece of Chase. He wants so deeply it’s terrifying. His hands shake as he tugs a pair of sleep pants on, then he pads out of the room to find a towel to clean him.

Lucas is reading at the kitchen table, and Tyler feels a flush of shame suddenly, scalding hot as he remembers the possessive fury he’d felt when he saw Lucas.

“Luc—” he starts.

Lucas shakes his head. “You’re a wolf protecting his mate. It’s not surprising or worthy of an apology.” Lucas leans back and smiles at his brother. “I’m happy for you, Tyler.”

Tyler flushes.

Lucas turns back to his book. “Better get back to him before he wakes.”

He hesitates for a moment, but then he nods and retreats back to his room, warm washcloth clenched in his hand.

“You ok?” Chase murmurs when Tyler carefully cleans him, sighing and arching into the touch.

He presses a kiss to the boy’s shoulder and nods. “Yeah. I'm perfect.”

Chase smiles and settles deeper into his arms. Tyler falls asleep listening to the sound of him breathing.

~*~

Chase wakes to an empty bed, the smell of bacon and eggs in the air, and a deliciously sore body. He groans as he stretches, and two seconds later Tyler’s head pops into the room, his eyebrows pulled low. “Stay,” he growls.

Chase blinks.

Tyler darts back out and Chase licks his lips. “Don’t I even get coffee?” he mumbles, and there’s a rumbling growl from the kitchen. He grins, settling deeper into the messy blankets.

Tyler carrying a tray—so carefully it actually makes his chest ache—into the room shouldn’t be anything less than ridiculous, but it’s not. It’s sweet, sexy in a way he never expected domesticity to be. They cook for each other all the time, something that’s so common it doesn’t bear remarking on, something comforting and familiar.

This is not that. This is different, because Tyler is watching him with big, hopeful eyes, as he carefully arranges the food on the bed for him.

Chase gets it, understands the werewolf behavior, because even if he’s never