Marie Harte - Hale

“I will,” the man said with a crooked smile. “Shit, man. I've never seen such a huge cock.” He opened his mouth and ran his tongue up and down McKinley's shaft.

Moaning as he did so, he grabbed hold of McKinley's thighs and held tight, stroking his legs to get closer to his balls.

“Touch me harder.” Always harder, never soft, like the press of Paige's lips over his cheek when she greeted him. Nothing loving or tender about this sex. He needed the pain, the intensity of such physicality, to reach fulfillment. And even then the gratification didn't last but a few seconds. The urges would return, though not as strong.

The feel of a softer human hand yanking on his balls pulled a groan from McKinley. The man added teeth along the ridge just under his crown, and he instinctively thrust, shoving his cock past the man's cheek. Shit. It wouldn't take more than a few hard sucks before he lost it.

“Come on. Suck my cock. Put it to the back of your throat. Lemme hear you gag,” he rasped as he shoved his hands into the blond's hair. Not as thick or as shiny as Rogers's, nor as long and lustrous as Paige's. But McKinley could stare at the top of his head and fantasize.

When a warm mouth covered his cockhead, he pushed. He rammed his cock past the man's tongue to the back of his throat, conscious that only half of him was inside.

Still, to hear the blond choke, to feel the man try to resist, amped his arousal higher.

He shoved between those lips in hard, sharp bursts, pushing faster and deeper.

His beast loved the gagging sounds, the helplessness of his prey, who couldn't handle much more. Letting go of the blond's hair, McKinley wrapped his large hands around the male's throat, squeezing.

McKinley thrust in and out, loving the man's bite as he tried to close his teeth over McKinley's shaft. “Not so easy to make me stop once I've started,” he growled, near the edge. “Be a good boy and swallow. Don't worry, you won't drown in it.” He laughed on a groan, as his balls drew tight and a climax rushed through him. “I'm going to spew. Swallow it,” he rasped as he jetted an enormous amount of seed. He shuddered, coming down the man's throat. He pulled out and continued to thrust shallowly, filling the man's mouth.

He withdrew when he sensed the man on the verge of passing out. Cum dribbled down the blond's lips, and still he swallowed. McKinley noted the precum glistening at the man's slit. Everyone but the male who'd been escorted out would find pleasure tonight. “Good hurt, hmm?”

Once he caught his breath, his opponent rasped, “Shit, yeah. You're so damned big. So fucking fine,” the man groaned and rubbed his throat. His eyes widened when he looked down. “Shit, dude. You're still hard?”

“Always.” Always wanting for what I don’t have…can’t have . McKinley nodded to the male tied down to the bench. He was rousing and swearing up and down. “Go on. You can have first go at him.”

“You're going to watch?”

“Yeah.” Only because he needed to get off at least once more. The beast was hungry tonight, thanks to Paige. And Rogers, he hated to admit.

“No way,” the dark-haired man argued. “This is bullshit. Only the winner gets to top me. Todd didn't earn it.” He pulled against the chains at his wrists.

I know how you feel . McKinley watched as the blond donned a condom and put on a minimal amount of lube. “That's it, Todd . Don't want to lube up too much. Then it might feel too good for our friend. Let's see if you can make him scream.” Todd laughed. He grabbed a stool to even his height and stepped on it. He angled between the dark-haired man's legs, pulled his ass cheeks apart, and shoved himself deep.

The bottomed male cursed while he suffered a rough ass reaming. It pleased McKinley to watch Todd taking his pleasure, to see him ride the other, stronger male, only because McKinley had allowed it.

It didn't take the blond long to finish. Spent, he withdrew, disposed of his condom in the lavatory, and left the room with a salute to McKinley.

Leaving him alone with his prey.

“That was a shitty thing to do,” the man grumbled. But McKinley smelled his arousal, strong and sure. He liked being taken. Being bound and helpless.

“And yet you're going to endure it again. You clean?”

“Of course I'm clean. Adam sent me, and all his boys are clean. He owns the damned house.” The man paused. “Wait a minute. I don't do bareback.”

“You will tonight.”

“Hell, no. I'm not catching anything from you, asshole, not for a lousy grand.”

“I don't have anything you can catch.” McKinley smiled, his teeth sharp, his gaze centered on a tight, rosy ass now slick with lube. “And there isn't a condom big enough to fit me, anyway.”

“Shit,” the man moaned and squirmed over the bench.

“Don't worry, stud. I'll even let you come first.” McKinley reached under him and jerked him off. Using rough strokes, the slight rake of his claws, and several punishing slaps to his ass, he pushed the pain junkie into a heavy orgasm. Before he finished coming, McKinley pulled his cheeks wide and thrust slowly inside, one inch at a time.

Though narrow, the man's rectum stretched more easily than he'd anticipated, as if he was used to thick penetration.

“Mmm, yes. So tight.” McKinley closed his eyes, wanting to savor the ecstasy as warmth surrounded his shaft.

At first, the shouts and the begging were for him to pull out and stop. To cease with the burning thrusts splitting the man in two. But as McKinley rocked faster, his lover begged for more. Apparently, his prey liked fisting, and he liked his sex rough, his lovers big and kinky. Eager to fuck and be done with the sense of wrongness in being here, McKinley shoved himself deeper and deeper, until his balls smacked his prey's ass. But as he fucked his way to a second, stronger orgasm, it was Hale Rogers's ass he took, and Paige's face he saw.

Hale poured another cup of coffee, his nerves stretched taut. He'd spent the past few hours watching Paige sleep and wondering about her. She'd slept like a baby, which surprised him. After the ordeal they'd gone through, he would have expected a bad dream or restless slumber. But she'd curled up on the pillow and hadn't moved, even when he'd gotten up from beside her on the bed and left his room.

“Yo, Hale. Where've you been?” Derrick asked as he entered the dining area. “You look like crap.”

Trust Derrick to tell it like he saw it.

The back door opened, and in moments, Ace and Zack joined them. The pair wore workout clothes and looked way too cheerful for eight in the morning.

“Hale, how goes it?” Zack asked with a smile.

Hale grunted and took a swallow of dark coffee.

Ace and Zack exchanged a glance. “That good, hmm?” Ace took a step closer and sniffed him. “Well, well. I'd say our boy is just fine. I smell female all over him. About time you found some pussy, playboy.”

It was on the tip of his tongue to say something mean, when he caught Derrick shaking his head. Since both Zack and Ace weren't the most stable Circs during their mate's pregnancy, Hale decided to save his obnoxious comments for later.

He sighed, and Derrick relaxed. “That's not just any female you smell. That's Paige Masters. We almost had a run-in with some Circs last night.” Roane entered the room just then. “What?”

“I was out driving and decided to go back to Paige's house.”

“Under whose authority?” Roane crossed his arms over his chest.

“What do you mean, whose authority? Doc wants to see Paige. I went out and found her.”

“Without anyone else.” Roane stepped closer, and Hale stood to defend himself.