He drops to his knees in front of me, face level with my rock-hard cock. Despite knowing it is him, it hasn’t gone down in the slightest. His fingers brush against me and I bite back a shiver.
“What are you doing?” I hiss. I stare down at him before glancing in both directions. Is anyone around to witness my shame?
Mateo breathes against my pants, his warm breath making my cock twitch. “Helping,” he murmurs. “I did cause it after all. Shouldn’t I be the one to fix it for you?”
I shake my head and cover myself, stumbling back. “I’m not gay,” I object. Though, is that really true anymore? I’m going to mark this guy as my own.
Mateo laughs and grabs me again, running his fingers over my length. I stubbornly stare ahead, but again I don’t move away. “It’s not gay if you don’t look down,” Mateo teases.
I’m pretty sure that’s not how it works. “What kind of logic is-” I was cut off as he eases my pants down and my cock springs out, desperate to be touched. He grabs it, sparks rushing from his touch, and I shudder, groaning at the sensation.
“Pretend I’m Kat,” he offers. He doesn’t give me more of a chance to answer than that, before his tongue drags up the length of me and tickles my tip before he engulfs me, going all the way down with his tongue teasing my shaft the entire time.
“Fuck,” I whimper, knees going wobbly.
“This is so strange,” Maddox observes like a fucking tourist. “Do you think he can teach our Kitty to go that deep? It seems like a useful skill. I want her to suck us like a vacuum, too.”
I grip the counter behind me with both hands. My eyes roll to the back of my head as I struggle to stay upright. He continues to lick and suck me, his stubble tickling my balls as he takes me all the way to the tight confines at the back of his throat.
What the fuck am I letting him do? I try to pull away when he grabs my hips, making him deep-throat me again. God, this is amazing! He bobs up and down my cock, sliding to the back of his wet, hot throat, and all rational thought fades away.
Okay, this is happening. Yep, it’s definitely happening. This isn’t gay at all. Eyes ahead, Ezra. Mateo is not sucking your dick. Holy fuck, yes, he is. Ah, man, does he have good suction. I shake my head at the thought.
I’m not gay. Nope, just a man sucking off another man. Definitely not gay. I like women, well, one woman. But by God, he knew what he was doing. My head was swimming with what is happening, what I am letting happen. I have no doubt he would stop if I told him to, but I don’t really want him to, and I don’t know what that means. I shake my head at the intruding thoughts.
He takes me deep into the back of his mouth again, and I can’t hold it anymore. My balls tighten, and I explode down his throat, and he reaches up, grabbing me by the ass as he guzzles and sucks out every last drop.
What just happened? What did I just let happen?
“Is it weird that watching you both turns me on?” Kat questions from beside us, making my eyes snap open. She is leaning on the counter, eyes trained on the two of us, before she bites into her apple. “Well, don’t stop on my account,” she grins, with a wiggle of her eyebrows.
Katya
“I thought he was you,” Ezra blurts, unable to meet my gaze. I laugh softly, finding his discomfort amusing, considering how much he had just enjoyed it. Mateo stands before coming over to me and pressing his lips to mine. His nose moves down my jaw to my neck as he inhales my scent, Ezra’s voice pulls him away from me.
“I was expecting you both to have done the deed by the time I got home,” Ezra scolds, folding his arms across his chest.
“We wanted to, but I said no,” I told him. Though I wanted nothing more than to be with both of them, I couldn’t stop myself from waiting for Maddox to lose it, and I didn’t want to put Mateo at any more risk.
“I thought you could maybe mark Mateo first?” I suggest. If he does, I won’t have to worry about Maddox losing it because Mateo will be officially his as well.
Ezra’s eyes flick to Mateo before going back to me. “I will mark him, Kat. But you don’t need to worry about Maddox. He hasn’t done anything yet, has he?” Ezra asks, and I shake my head. “Then why are you worried?” he asks, stepping closer to me. He wraps his arms around me. I inhale his scent when Mateo kisses my cheek softly.
“Where is it?” Mateo asks Ezra, making me look up at him.
“My wallet, back pocket,” Ezra answers, and Mateo reaches into Ezra’s pocket, retrieving his wallet before walking off and out of the pack house.
“Where is he going?” I ask.
“To go do something, he will be back later.” His eyes glaze over for a second and I know he is mindlinking before his eyes fall back on me.
For the rest of the day, I watch Ezra work. Kora still isn’t talking to me, and I only get glimmers of her presence around them. Yet, when she does press forward, she’s nervous about something. She is anxious, like she, too, is waiting for Maddox to break and lose his cool.
“Ah, this is boring,” I complain, as Ezra flicks through the pages of yet another document on his desk. He constantly has a pile he can never get to the bottom of, or if he does, he will find another stack of paperwork he has to sort through and sign off on. It makes me wonder if he somehow got cursed by some witch for being so grumpy, eternal work, or something. Or maybe I am the one being cursed, since I have to deal with being bored to death waiting for him to finish.
“I never said you had to watch me work, go find something to do,” he says, looking at his watch.
I roll my eyes. There is nothing to do around here. Hopping off the couch, I stroll outside, deciding to go for a walk when Kora presses beneath my skin. “Run, please,” she whines, almost desperately. I glance at the packhouse, knowing Ezra is too busy, and Mateo isn’t home to go with us.
My skin ripples with her need, and itches as she presses forward, with her urgency to be let free. “We won’t go far, promise, just to the river and back,” she vows. Something about it has me agreeing. I can’t deny her. This is the first time she has come forward in ages. Stripping my clothes off, I give her control. My bones snap and crack as I am forced to my hands and knees as the shift takes over.
Kora shakes out her fur before stretching. She yaps excitedly before grabbing my clothes in her mouth and darting into the trees, her paws flicking up the soft soil behind her. Kora breathes in deeply, loving the smells of the damp earth and sap on the trees. She slows as we get to the river to a more leisurely pace.