The Lamb Who Cried Wolf (4 page)

Brody bobbed his head up and down Carson’s shaft, twisting his tongue just so in motions that Carson hadn’t even considered possible.

With Brody working him so deliciously, Carson couldn’t even remember to stay tense. When his mate pushed a finger inside him, Carson took it with ease, loving the unfamiliar, but pleasurable sensation. The second finger burned a bit, and the third even more, but Brody did an excellent job in distracting him. And then, Brody hit his prostate, a spot Carson only heard about but never had the courage to find. Carson arched his back as shocks of ecstasy coursed through him. “Oh, God, Brody. Please, please, please…”

At this point, he didn’t fully understand what he was asking for, but it didn’t matter. Brody did. Brody knew. The wolf pulled his fingers out of Carson’s ass and lifted his mouth. Carson moaned, feeling abandoned and bereft, but then, something hot and huge
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nudged at his opening. Slowly, Brody pushed inside him, impaling Carson on his prick.

Just like Carson had noted earlier, the wolf was more than well endowed. Even if Brody took it slow, the penetration hurt. Still, Carson bit his lip and focused on Brody’s scent, on his gaze, and his expression of concentration. He just needed to relax. It would be fine.

It seemed to take forever, but at last, Brody embedded his shaft fully inside Carson. In the beginning, Carson almost couldn’t believe it. He felt so full, impossibly so, but at the same time, so connected to Brody. The burn of the initial penetration began to melt into pleasure.

A buzz of restless energy settled over Carson’s skin. “Please, Brody,”

he begged again. “Move.”

And Brody did, indeed, move. He pulled his dick out of Carson’s passage and thrust back in. Somehow, Brody hit Carson’s prostate, making renewed ecstasy wash over him.

From then on, it all became a blur. On and on, Brody continued to fuck him, pushing in and out of his anus. The speed and strength behind the motions made the bed creak almost ominously. Carson clung to his mate’s shoulders, doing his best to push back, but he acknowledged the fact that he couldn’t hope to be coordinated or coherent. Still, somehow, they made it work, moving together like they’d known each other from the beginning of time.

In the circumstances, Carson couldn’t hope to hang on for much longer. His arousal, his lust, and confusing emotions overwhelmed him. He just needed one more thing, one thing to push him over the edge.

His mind might not have realized what it was, but his body and his soul knew. Following a sudden urge, Carson tilted his head, baring his throat to Brody. A few moments later, sharp fangs pierced his flesh. Agonizing pain invaded him, but it just hurt for a brief instant.

Then, it seemed as if a sun burst inside of him and sweet ecstasy swallowed him whole, sending him into a whirlpool of nirvana.

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Carson felt a connection click into place, his bond with Brody becoming complete. He sensed his mate’s pleasure and the extent of the wolf’s own conflicting emotions. Like that, with Brody inside his mind and his body, he came like he never had in his entire life.

He didn’t know how long he simply floated on the cloud of pleasure, but when he came down from the incredible high, he found Brody looming over him, green eyes still hazed with pleasure.

“You okay, little lamb?”

Carson smiled. “I’ve never been better, big bad wolf.”

Brody blinked at him and then burst into laughter. “Gorgeous and funny,” he said as he wiped a tear of mirth. “I hit the jackpot.”

Carson didn’t answer, but he secretly thought it was the other way around. Somehow, he’d been granted a chance at happiness, and he wouldn’t squander it, no matter what happened.

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Brody watched Carson as his lamb experimentally sniffed one of the incense candles. His mate let out a moan of contentment. “Mmm, this smells great.” He turned pleading eyes to Brody. “Can we get this one, too?”

Brody stole a look at the price and suppressed a wince. For a scented candle, the thing was awfully expensive. But how could he resist those wide blue eyes? And more importantly, he wanted to provide for whatever Carson wanted and needed. Something inside him told him to. His wolf yearned to care for Carson, to give the lamb everything he’d missed in life. It was astonishing that his mate had only just discovered incense candles. Then again, in Ramston, life would have been focused on caring for the younger lambs and preventing the wolf attacks. Brody couldn’t help but feel a little guilty about that, even if he knew it was the way things worked in their world.

He didn’t realize he’d been ignoring Carson until slender arms wrapped around his torso.
“It’s all right,”
his lamb whispered in Brody’s mind.
“We’re beyond that now.”

Brody smiled and caressed Carson’s soft hair. It was one of the advantages and disadvantages of having a mate. They could hear each other’s thoughts and talk through their telepathic bond. Brody loved it, but he also would have liked to keep some of his concerns to himself, not to burden Carson with his worries.

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“Hey, we’re a team now,”
Carson said.
“Your troubles are mine. I
can handle it.”

“I know you can, and I trust you. I just want to protect you.”
He shook himself and struggled to break the suddenly somber mood.

They were better off relaxing and just enjoying each other’s presence.

“We can get the incense candle if you like. Anything you want, Carson.”

Carson hugged him again and selected one of the candles—just one, and the cheapest, Brody noted. Carson must have overheard Brody’s financial concerns as well. Berating himself for his stupidity, Brody chose a second item, the last one that Carson had wanted.

“Brody, you don’t have to…” Carson tried to say.

Brody shushed him with a kiss. “I want to.” The scented candles weren’t a useless commodity. The smells of the town still bothered Carson, even inside the hotel room. Sheep shape-shifters had very sensitive noses and even detected delivery boys with various products. The hotel policy had nothing against the use of scented candles. It helped that Brody gave the manager a generous tip to keep their stay there as discreet as possible.

Carson sighed but yielded. It was just a candle, and a few dollars wouldn’t hurt their budget too much, and they’d stopped at this store to buy stuff, not to window-shop. After Brody talked to Soren, he’d be able to access the other accounts. Brody and Carson would be fine.

All day, Brody had led Carson around the city, taking him to parks, showing him the sights. Brody had never truly enjoyed the beauty that could appear even in a huge metropolis such as Los Angeles, but with Carson by his side, everything seemed so much better. But of course, once they’d grown tired of touring, they’d begun to shop—and Brody could not resist bringing Carson to this store.

Eagerly, Brody led his mate from the more neutral part of the store and advanced into the kinkier one. He’d taken his mate here without telling Carson what it actually was, an adult shop. The entire
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building seemed quite harmless from the outside, and the first section held sensual, but more innocent stuff like the candles, lotion, or shower gel.

Here, however, there was lubricant of all variety, dildos in different colors and sizes, anal beads, and many other types of toys.

Brody didn’t want to force his lamb into anything too kinky. He knew Carson had been a virgin the night before. He’d felt it and then acknowledged it through their bond. Still, they needed some real lube.

The olive oil worked, but it got everywhere and ruined the sheets. It was something the manager of the hotel hadn’t appreciated so much.

“Oh, my,” Carson said breathlessly. The look on his face was priceless. “This is…Wow.”

Judging by the distinctive feeling of arousal coming from Carson, Brody guessed it was a good “wow.” Perhaps Carson would enjoy something a little wilder after all.

Just as Brody thought this, a salesman approached them, a wide grin on his face. “Could I help you gentlemen with anything?” he asked, leering at Carson.

Brody’s hackles immediately rose as the other male threatened his ownership of his mate. He suppressed the urge to bare his fangs at the stupid human and smiled tightly. “No, that won’t be necessary. We’re good.”

He knew he’d been unable to disguise the hostility in his voice when Carson gave him a curious look. Apparently, the lamb hadn’t been paying attention to the human at all, because otherwise, he’d have sensed the salesman’s arousal.

Upon Brody’s show of aggression, Carson noticed the situation as well. He wrapped his arm around Brody’s waist and leaned against him, his warmth and sweet scent comforting Brody. “Thank you, but he’s right. We can handle things just fine.”

The salesman didn’t seem deterred at all by their refusal. “All right,” he answered, “but if you need anything—and I mean anything—just shout. Name’s Shiloh. Shiloh Holden.”

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From his obscenely tight pants, the man retrieved a piece of paper and offered it to Carson, who just stared at it. “Outside of office hours, too.”

Perhaps a different time, Brody might have taken Shiloh up on his offer. The young man was definitely gorgeous, tall and willowy, with an elegant, almost aristocratic look. For the first time, Brody noticed that the guy smelled like shape-shifter, something he would eat. A swan? Yes, a swan. He wondered if Shiloh realized he was playing with fire. Of course, Brody didn’t intend to do anything about it. He had his mate now, and he was a one-lamb wolf.

A loud manly voice sounded before Brody could refuse Shiloh again. “Shiloh, stop flirting with the customers, and get your ass in here.”

Shiloh laughed. “Oops. Looks like I’ve been busted. Have fun.”

With a final smile, he turned his back on Brody and Carson and sped away. “What was that?” Carson asked.

“A swan.” Brody chuckled. “A swan in a sex shop.”

“I thought they tended to be shier,” Carson said, obviously confused. He pocketed the offered paper, but Brody didn’t bother to take it from his mate. Neither Carson nor Brody would call, and that paper would just be a cute memory. Whatever Shiloh’s story was, it wouldn’t be Brody’s job to find out. He turned toward his mate. “At any rate, I do believe we were busy doing something else before we were interrupted.”

Carson’s face flamed as his eyes went from Brody to the sex toys and back. “Do you know how to use all this?” he asked in a barely audible whisper.

“I do,”
Brody answered through their connection.
“Would you
like to try something?”

Carson nodded shyly.
“I might. I’m just not sure what.”

“How about we start slow?”
Brody suggested.

“Slow is good,”
Carson answered.

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Brody hid a smile. Somehow he knew that by the end of the day, taking it slow would be the furthest thing from their minds.

* * * *

“Hold that elevator,” Brody shouted to the man already in the lift.

The stranger did as he’d been asked, and Brody managed to slip into the elevator just in time, followed by his mate.

Brody nodded and thanked the man. His entire body buzzed with arousal, though, and he willed the guy to get off the elevator already.

As it turned out, the man abandoned the lift on the first floor. Who the fuck took the elevator for one flight of stairs? Jesus Christ.

The moment the doors of the elevator closed, Brody reached for Carson and crushed his lips to his mate’s, dropping their shopping bag on the floor. For a few moments, Carson enthusiastically responded, but then he broke away from Brody.

“We can’t,” he panted. “The camera. They’ll see.”

Brody cursed stupid indecent exposure laws and wished they didn’t apply to shape-shifters. There should be some sort of norm that noted the difference between them and humans. Humans might be able to keep it in their pants, but Brody felt like he would burst if he didn’t get inside his mate in that very same moment.

“Just come here,” he murmured, taking his mate in his arms.

“There’s no law against kissing.”

Carson surrendered and for a few moments, Brody allowed himself to revel in his mate’s kiss. Now that their bond was complete, he could feel Carson so much better, deep inside his heart. Sex wasn’t enough to claim one’s mate—hell, it wasn’t even required, since the bite did all the work. However, with Carson, his true mate, it was different. Brody needed to mark Carson, to brand the lamb as his over and over again. His body ached for a renewed coupling, and he rubbed against his mate, his prick so hard it hurt. Just a little longer, just a little longer and he would get what he wanted.

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At last, a more than welcome “ping” and a swoosh announced they’d reached their stop. Brody broke away from Carson, and they stumbled out of the elevator. At the last moment, Brody remembered to grab their purchases. It would truly be a pity if they lost their bag of goodies. Brody intended to put them all to good use.

He dragged his mate toward their room and reached it in record time. It was only then that he realized he had no idea what he’d done with the key card. Before he could panic, Carson offered it to him with a trembling hand. Breathing in a sigh of relief, Brody snatched the card and opened the door.

At last they were in private. No sooner had Brody closed the door than Carson pounced on him in an uncharacteristic display of aggression, pressing their lips together. It seemed his little lamb wanted this as much as Brody did.

Brody growled and took over the kiss. Using his larger body, he directed them toward the bed, without releasing his mate from the lip-lock. God, Carson was incredible. Brody couldn’t believe that in only a day, they felt so close to each other. This could just happen with fated mates. He was sure of it.