Levi (17 page)

Lyndon palmed Levi’s ass, kneading his cheeks as Levi scraped his teeth down to Lyndon’s shoulder.

“Levi.”

Lyndon hissed when Levi slowly lowered himself to his knees, kissing and nipping Lyndon’s chest and stomach. Using his hands, he traced Lyndon’s side, stopping when he felt a softer patch of skin between Lyndon’s ribs on his right side.

Levi scooted over until he could see what he was feeling. Between Lyndon’s last four ribs were thick silver scars where claws had torn flesh. Levi sucked in a breath at the sight.

“It wasn’t so bad,” Lyndon murmured, but his rough voice and the way his skin twitched under Levi’s touch told a different story, as did the emotions Lyndon was battling back. “He could have killed me.”

“He should have loved you.” Levi pressed his cheek against the scars and wished he could absorb Lyndon’s pain, erase the bad memories and years of hurt. “He never deserved to have you as a son. He’s not good enough to be your dad.”

Lyndon settled one hand on Levi’s head, threading his fingers through his hair. “Levi, we need to—I need to figure out what to do about…about…”

“You had it right the first time.” Levi tipped his head up, looking into Lyndon’s gold eyes. “
We
need to figure out what to do, soon. But for now, I want to take care of you. Trust my family to watch out for us, and trust me—just trust me.” Levi wanted that, wanted Lyndon to know he could always count on him.

Lyndon’s breath was raspy when he cupped Levi’s chin. The gold in his eyes seemed to warm and lighten, turning almost yellow as he stared down at Levi. “I do trust you, and your family.”

Levi smiled so big it made his cheeks hurt. “Your family now. You’re stuck with all of us.”

Lyndon’s smile in return was beaming. “They’re the best gift I could ever have.”

“You might not think so in a little less than a year.” Levi snorted then nibbled on the tip of one of Lyndon’s fingers when he rubbed at Levi’s lip.

“What’s going to happen in a little less than a year?”

Levi mock-shuddered and tried to make his eyes as big as he could. “The annual family reunion. It’s held here every summer, a week of extended family visits. You’re lucky since it just concluded the day we first met.”

“Maybe we could take a vacation that week,” Lyndon suggested, although he looked rather anticipatory.

“Grandma would skin us both.”

There were some things you just weren’t allowed to do, and skipping out on the family reunion was one of them. The other was exposing what they were to outsiders. The only time that was acceptable was if they knew whoever was being told loved them enough to keep their secret. Divorces didn’t happen in the family, probably because every one of the shifters was very careful about choosing their partner. Or maybe there was more to it, like the shifters who had a serious and committed relationship with a human felt the exact same intrinsic sense of rightness as he felt for Lyndon. He’d have to ponder the issue another time.

“Speaking of skin…” Levi traced over the silvery scars on Lyndon’s side then nipped him. “You taste so good.”

The scent of Lyndon’s arousal grew stronger and Levi used his other hand to fist Lyndon’s cock. A couple of slow strokes and Lyndon’s breaths became shaky pants.

“Jesus, I’m not going to last.”

“Don’t want you to,” Levi muttered. He smoothed his other hand over the firm swell of Lyndon’s ass. He traced the fuzzy trail in Lyndon’s crease, his fingers brushing over Lyndon’s hole. “Do you ever?”

Levi looked up when Lyndon didn’t answer immediately. Golden eyes gleamed, warming him from the groin outward.

“I haven’t.” Lyndon buried his hands in Levi’s hair. “I don’t know if I can, or if I’d like it. But, I think maybe, if I cared about the person doing it and trusted them…”

Taking it for the suggestion it was, Levi pulled his hand away from Lyndon’s butt. He brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked them, coating them well then, gaze locked on Lyndon’s, Levi sought out his lover’s tight little ring, pushing his fingertips against it.

Lyndon moaned and closed his eyes when Levi applied pressure to his opening, using just one digit. The tip slipped into Lyndon’s silky warm hole and Levi had to use every bit of his self-control to keep from coming. He took his other hand and levelled Lyndon’s cock to his mouth and sucked the wet tip in. Lyndon’s salty taste flooded his senses, and Levi could no more stop the moan that tore up from his chest than he could have stopped the Titanic from sinking with an oar.

“Yes, damn it, Levi.” Lyndon’s grip tightened in his hair, holding Levi in place and thrusting his hips.

Levi whimpered needily, sucking hard and taking Lyndon’s length into his mouth. The crown of Lyndon’s cock pushed into his throat and Levi moved both of his hands, pumping his finger in and out of Lyndon’s ass and grabbing onto Lyndon’s hip bruisingly hard with the other.

Lyndon grunted and he buried his cock deeper. Levi swallowed rapidly, hoping the pulsing sensation of his throat muscles would drive Lyndon’s control into the ground. He wanted Lyndon to pound into him, to leave him aching, feeling the remnants of the way he’d pleased Lyndon for hours afterwards.

Do it do it do it!
Levi was screaming it in his mind. He pressed another finger into Lyndon’s ass. Hot and oh so tight, Lyndon’s channel gripped him fiercely. Levi couldn’t imagine how good it’d feel to fuck Lyndon, but he sure wanted the chance to find out if the reality was as good—or better—than he expected.

Lyndon tugged and Levi sucked back up Lyndon’s thick cock, grazing his teeth here and there. He twisted his wrist, searching for that spot nestled inside Levi’s ass. This wasn’t the best angle to reach it, but he thought—

“Fuck!” Lyndon roared, slamming his hips forward then jerking back, pushing his ass towards Levi’s hand. “More!”

Levi couldn’t even grin around the fat cock in his mouth, but he could give Lyndon what he was demanding. Levi rubbed over the little nub again and Lyndon’s thighs quivered, his belly rippled. Lyndon’s grip grew tighter and he shouted again, his control snapping. Levi moaned, his cock hard and dripping, his balls drawing up as Lyndon pumped into his mouth, his throat. Levi speared a third finger into Lyndon’s pucker, hoping it wasn’t too much. Judging by the sounds Lyndon made and the way he rocked back and forth between Levi’s finger and mouth, he didn’t think it was.

Curses and praises rolled off Lyndon’s tongue almost at the same speed pre-cum leaked from his dick. Levi, aching and on edge, reached down and fisted his shaft. Pleasure shot through him at the touch. Lyndon tightened his hold and slid his cock into Levi’s mouth, swiveling his hips once he was buried to the root. Levi pushed his fingers in deep, as far as he could reach and felt Lyndon’s dick swell. He pumped his own length using rapid, harsh strokes. Lyndon’s inner muscles clenched, his ring squeezing around Levi’s fingers. Lyndon mewled and jerkilywithdrew just enough to spill his cum on Levi’s tongue.

The taste of his lover would have been enough to set Levi off, but listening to the sounds he made, feeling the snug grip on his fingers, the way Lyndon’s body shook and the scent of his skin, his cum—all of it combined to send Levi’s climax spiralling out. Spunk shot from his cock. Pleasure blinded him with a brilliant white display behind his closed lids.

Levi felt so loose he wouldn’t have been surprised to find out his bones had melted. He managed to ease his fingers out while he lapped at Lyndon’s dick. Lyndon whimpered and pulled back, either his cock too sensitive for any touch or else seeking the fingers that had filled him. Maybe both, but Levi couldn’t concentrate to figure it out.

He rapped his knuckles on the floor when he lowered his arm. The small bite of pain didn’t register much. Levi let go of his softening dick and remained kneeling since his head was kind of swimming .

“Fuck,” Lyndon muttered, joining Levi on the floor. He brought Levi to him with one arm around his shoulders.

Levi tipped his chin up and puckered his lips, then opened them for the kiss Lyndon bestowed upon him. Lyndon seemed determined to lick every bit of his cum from Levi’s mouth. Levi pressed closer until he could feel Lyndon’s heart beating, pounding, and he canted his head to the side to give them a better angle for the kiss.

Once Lyndon seemed satisfied he’d cleaned all of his flavour from Levi’s mouth, he sighed against Levi’s lips. The slight gust of air almost tickled Levi’s overly sensitised lips. He opened his eyes and found himself the recipient of Lyndon’s golden stare once again.

“What?” It was about the best he could manage considering he’d just come so hard he felt like he’d been turned inside out.

Lyndon smiled crookedly at him then peppered Levi’s face with noisy, wet kisses. He stopped when he reached Levi’s ear, where he nibbled on the lobe. Levi’s cock slowly began to fill again then the blood rushed south at a dizzying speed. Lyndon murmured, “You know, I think I
can
—and I think I’ll like it.” He was even eager to feel Levi fucking him…but a little scared, too.

Levi’s expression softened and he cupped Lyndon’s cheek. He thumbed Lyndon’s bottom lip, setting off little sparks of arousal in his gut.

“It’s okay, we have time. We don’t have to rush.”

Lyndon could only hope Levi was right.

Chapter Twenty

By the time his dad and brothers returned, Levi was as tense as Lyndon. The worry Lyndon felt was being absorbed by Levi and the two of them had paced the front porch for the last half hour. When Cheryl darted out of the treeline still in snow leopard form, Levi rushed to the front door and held it open. His mom, followed by Drake, Orion and Oscar padded in and headed straight for Levi’s bedroom.

“Get whatever clothes you need from the dresser,” Levi told them then took Lyndon’s hand and guided them to the living room.

The creak of the leather cushions seemed freakishly loud when they sat on the couch. Levi rested his head against Lyndon’s shoulder and stroked his thumb over Lyndon’s knuckles.

“It’ll be fine. I don’t think they found the other cougar, considering no one was hurt.”

The four leopards had not moved like they were injured, and their coats were clean except for a leaf here and there.

“I didn’t smell anything, either, other than their usual scents.”

Lyndon grunted and fidgeted, tapping a finger on his knee. Mewls that turned to groans coming from the bedroom told Levi his mom and brothers had shifted.

“They’ll be out in a minute.” Levi heard his dresser drawers being slammed shut and he hoped to hell there was nothing embarrassing in them. Had he left any of his sex toys in his dresser? He thought they were in the box in the closet, but sometimes he got lazy.

His mom came out first wearing a pair of Levi’s sweats—way too long—and his T-shirt—also huge on her. Oscar was right behind him, almost as lost in Levi’s clothes as Cheryl was.

“Drake and Orion will be going up to our house for supper.”

Levi nodded at his mom, watching her closely while she sat in the recliner. Oscar perched on the arm of the couch. His bottom lip protruded slightly, a sure sign Levi’s little brother wasn’t happy.

Cheryl leant forward and braced her forearms on her thighs. “So, Lyndon, we did find a few mangled rabbits, but the shifter wasn’t anywhere to be found.”

“The fucker used something obnoxious smelling to cover up his scent,” Oscar groused, crossing his arms over his chest. “We couldn’t even find where he came onto our property.”

“Oscar,” Cheryl warned, shooting her youngest son a glare. “I was getting to that point.” She turned back to them. “The cougar didn’t just cover his trail, he sprayed some noxious scent everywhere. It masked his odour well and did a number on our noses. We couldn’t even figure out where he crossed onto our property.”

Oscar shifted on the arm of the couch. He rubbed his nose and gave Cheryl a pleading look.

Cheryl sighed and sat back. “Go ahead, otherwise you’re going to keep looking at me like you are and I’ll either cave or get mad at being manipulated.”

“It’s just because my nose still burns. I hope there won’t be any permanent damage to our olfactory senses.”

Levi sat up at that, the top of his head grazing Lyndon’s chin. “Sorry,” he muttered. “It won’t, right? Do you know what he used?”

“No,” Cheryl admitted. “It was a mix of things, chemicals. It reeked, but I don’t think the damage is permanent. I’m going to have your dad do some looking online, see if he can figure it out. I should have told him we were back already, but we’ll be going home in just a few minutes. I’m afraid he’ll head out on his own over here if he knows we’re back.”