Myron knocked back another drink as the music in the Manacle pulsed. His hips swayed from side to side as he waited for the bartender to give him another shot. Checking his watch, he knew he should be heading home. He had to get up for work in…crap, five hours.
But the drink was like liquid fire in his system, and he wasn’t ready to stop partying just yet. He was having a good time. He’d spotted a couple of hotties he hadn’t danced with yet. They had eyed him like a delicious piece of candy, and Myron was ready to melt in their mouths.
After drinking his shot, Myron made his way back to the dance floor. He used his body like a calling card as he danced seductively. He gyrated around, catching the eye of a man who should be on the cover of GQ magazine. The stranger’s looks were dark and inviting. The guy moved closer and began to dance with Myron.
They moved together in a synchronized rhythm as the guy’s hands began to explore Myron’s body. Myron’s lips parted as his head lolled to the side. He was feeling the effects of his drink as bright neon laser lights bounced over the room, mesmerizing Myron for a moment.
The man leaned in closer and pressed his lips to Myron’s ear. “You should come home with me.”
Somewhere deep in his subconscious, his fox was telling him not to trust this guy. But Myron’s impulsiveness kicked in, and he agreed. The stranger slid his hand around Myron’s waist and led him toward the door. The night air rushed over him, cooling his skin as Myron tried to focus. He swayed a bit to the side, but the stranger kept him upright.
“What’s your name?” The man asked as he led Myron toward his car.
“Myron Banks.” He knew he shouldn’t be telling the man his name. Myron usually made one up. He liked reinventing himself when clubbing. It was fun, and no one could hunt him down later.
Myron pressed his fingers into his temples when his head began to swim. He could still hear the pounding music outside and the hum of conversation as people waited to get into the club as he tried to get his bearings.
He shouldn’t be going home with a stranger. Myron knew this, yet he climbed into the passenger side of the car, and the door sealed him in. The interior smelled masculine and had his cock growing rock hard. When the stranger slipped into the driver’s side, all thoughts of getting out of there fled.
“I’m Sheraton,” the man said before he started the car.
Myron rocked his head to the side and smiled. His face was numb, and he didn’t care. God, the man was gorgeous. Myron closed his eyes as the car began to move, almost rocking him to sleep.
He wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but as Myron’s eyes fluttered open, he noticed they were pulling into a driveway. Sheraton got out and then helped Myron from the car. His thoughts were cloudy, and a dull ache began to beat behind his right eye. Once again his fox protested.
Myron shook his head as he tried to dispel the fog that enveloped his brain. He shouldn’t be going home with a stranger. That was the second time he’d had that thought.
They crossed the lawn and then climbed the porch. Myron’s warning bells were going off. Hell, not just his warning bells, his spidey senses, a tornado siren. This was a F5 waiting to happen. He had no clue how he knew Sheraton was no good, but Myron was finally going to listen to his instincts…for once.
“Wait.” Myron stopped on the man’s front porch as he rubbed his hands down his face. “I’m sorry, but I need to go home.” He wasn’t even sure where he was. He’d have to catch a cab back to his place.
Sheraton pulled them close until their chests touched, and the guy gripped Myron’s ass. “You promised me a good time.”
Had he? Myron didn’t remember that. He’d agreed to come home with Sheraton, but that was it. “No I didn’t.” That was something that never came out of his mouth. He couldn’t even promise himself a good time, let alone anyone else. The guy was full of shit.
“You got into my car, which means you agreed to this.” Sheraton’s features darkened as his grip tightened painfully.
What a prick. Myron struggled to get out of the man’s arms, but Sheraton was strong. The guy’s arms were like steel bands as he held Myron in place.
“I’m allowed to change my mind,” Myron said as he continued to struggle. “I need to get home.”
Sheraton released him, and Myron thought he’d won until the man backhanded him. Myron’s right eye exploded in pain as he stumbled a few feet back. “I don’t like a tease.”
Myron gritted his teeth, the cloudiness in his mind clearing. “You’re three gallons of crazy in a two gallon bucket. I don’t have time for a mess like that.”
Myron’s eyes widened slightly when he noticed that a few men had gathered on the front lawn. He looked back at Sheraton and scented wolf.
Fuck. How had he missed that?
The man hauled off and struck him again. “How dare you disrespect an alpha?”
This time Myron’s left eye caught the brunt of the man’s abuse. He was in serious trouble. Had he known Sheraton was an alpha, Myron would’ve run far and fast.
“I’m sorry if I offended you when I called you crazy. I honestly thought you knew.” This time he ducked when the man’s hand came barreling toward him. The men on the lawn began to move in.
“You’re going to learn some manners,” Sheridan gritted out before he reached for Myron.
Caleb took a seat in the chair against the wall, situating Myron until the man was straddling his waist. He skimmed his hands up his mate’s slim back and then down again before Caleb cupped Myron’s ass. “Kiss me.”
“You can kiss what you’re gripping.” But Myron’s voice had faltered, the words coming out more of a moan. Myron slid his hands over Caleb’s shoulder as he arched his back slightly, his ass pressing into Caleb’s hands.
“That’s right, baby. Let your needs take over.” Caleb slid a finger down the crease of Myron’s ass. “Stop fighting me. Let me show you how much pleasure I can give you.”
“Screw you,” Myron whimpered as his slender body slowly writhed around. In Caleb’s arms, there was only Myron. There was no danger and the man had nothing to fear.
Caleb threaded his fingers through his mate’s dark-red hair and then pulled the man closer until he was nibbling at Myron’s ear. “Tell me you don’t want my cock buried deep inside of you.”
A smile spread across Caleb’s face. He would soon have Myron begging to be fucked. The lust seared his gut like a brand as sweet, hot desire welled up inside of him. Caleb wet a finger before he probed at Myron’s tight entrance.
Myron fell forward, pressing his chest into Caleb’s as his mate’s fingers curled into Caleb’s flesh. Myron’s lips were so close to Caleb’s ear that he could hear the small pants escaping.
Caleb canted his head to the side and nipped Myron’s ear. “Are you ready to get fucked?” His question was a mere whisper as he slid his finger deep into his mate’s ass.
“You talk too much.” There was a hard edge of desire in Myron’s voice.
Caleb gave a low chuckle before he pressed a kiss into Myron’s neck, the salty skin making his lips tingle. He wrapped an arm around Myron’s body, holding the man tightly to him as he fucked Myron with his finger.
He wanted to take Myron slow, to show the man tenderness. But Caleb couldn’t do that. Not when the emotions inside of him were rioting, threatening to turn him feral. Caleb needed Myron on all fours, shoulders down, submitting.
His wolf howled at the image.
Keeping his arm around Myron, Caleb stood, forcing the man to wrap his legs around Caleb’s waist. He walked over to the desk and grabbed a small bottle of lotion he kept in one of the drawers.
It would have to do.
After sitting back down, Caleb squirted some of the lotion onto his fingers before plunging two back inside Myron. The fox shifter hissed, digging his fingernails into Caleb’s chest.
Clenching his teeth, Caleb growled at the sudden pain. He was already on the edge, and his cock was nowhere near the man. Myron was pure ecstasy that stole Caleb’s breath. His lust raged through him, burning across his nerve endings and sending his senses spinning.
He shoved a third finger into his mate’s ass as Caleb maneuvered his head until Myron was threading his fingers through Caleb’s hair. He slanted his lips over Myron’s, using his tongue to lick and nip. The kiss was brutally hot, on the edge of starving, as though it were feeding a part of his senses that he’d never known existed.
It burned to the core of him.
Myron shoved the material of Caleb’s pants aside, his hand curling around Caleb’s erection, the caress like a fiery blast of renewed hunger striking his gut.
His mate lurched back from the kiss, his breathing harsh, heavy. Myron’s lips were swollen, damp. Caleb jerked his head forward and nipped the lower one. Hunger marked Myron’s expression as he stared at Caleb, his mate’s eyes becoming cloudy with desire.
In return, Caleb thrust his fingers deeper, watching as Myron’s eyes became unfocused, his head lolling to the side. Caleb had never wanted someone this much in his life. His virgin days were long since behind him, having put much experience under his belt.
But nothing came close to what he felt for the fox shifter. It was as if Myron was some sort of a drug, and Caleb was ready to inject that man into his veins.
The analogy rocked Caleb. He slowed his hand. He knew that shifters felt an overwhelming pull, but it shouldn’t be this all-consuming.
“Fuck me,” Myron begged.
And just that fast Caleb was plunged back into his addiction. He removed his hand, stood, and set Myron on his feet. “Get on your hands and knees.”
The fox shifter was quick to comply as Caleb stripped away the last vestige of his clothing. He tossed his pants onto the chair before grabbing the tube of lotion. Myron rocked on all fours, his head lowered, moaning in need.
A need Caleb planned on slating.
He lathered the lotion over his erection before tossing the bottle aside. Caleb moved close, situating himself behind Myron. “Lower your shoulders.”
Myron gazed over his shoulder, a frown marring his handsome face. “Why?”
Now was not the time for the shifter to ask questions. Caleb only wanted his submission. They’d talk later, after he’d fucked the man to within an inch of his life. He narrowed his eyes, as if his expression should say it all.
Myron matched Caleb’s expression as he began to push to his feet. Caleb grabbed the man’s hips, keeping him locked into place. “Do you always argue about everything?”
“Are you always so bossy?” Myron shot back, defiance in his green eyes.
This just wasn’t happening. It couldn’t be. Not when Caleb was so close to claiming the man. He ground his teeth, taking a deep breath.
“Your nostrils flap when you do that,” Myron pointed out. “Not a pretty look for you.”
Caleb growled, and Myron twisted and then landed on his back, shoving at Caleb’s chest. Caleb grabbed the man’s wrists as he bared his canines.
Myron began to chuckle and then outright laughed. He squirmed until he had his legs wrapped around Caleb’s waist and then gave a hard yank, pulling Caleb closer until he almost tumbled over.
“You need to lighten up.” He smiled up at Caleb. “Sex shouldn’t be so damn serious.” Myron reached up and used his thumb to smooth the crease between Caleb’s eyes.
Caleb turned his head and nipped Myron’s finger. “Better?”
“It’s a start,” Myron replied as he wiggled his ass against Caleb’s thighs. “Now fuck me, but stop bossing me around.”