Feral Northern Shifters 2

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lust-dumb to comprehend what specifically Bram was asking, Ethan wanted him to have it. He hauled
Bram up.
“Hey,” protested Bram. “I was doing something.”
Ethan lifted Bram into his arms, not easy, but not difficult, given that Bram was skin and bones these
days. He kicked off the jeans that had pooled at his feet and started walking to the bedroom, making Bram
cling to him, arms around his shoulders, long legs wrapping around Ethan’s waist. His face fell into the
crook of Ethan’s neck.
“I wanted that,” he said, a bare whisper.
“Good,” said Ethan dropping Bram on the bed and landing on top of him, framing his face with both
his hands. “‘Can I work on myself?’ What does that mean?”
Bram stiffened, as if he were being ridiculed, but as he searched Ethan’s face he relaxed a little. Ethan
sat back, tugged off Bram’s shirt and pulled down Bram’s sweats to find that thick, beautiful cock hard and
glistening.
“Does it mean…?” Ethan scooted back and, before Bram had time to protest, licked pre-come off
Bram’s slit.
“Hey!” Bram sat up on his elbows.
Ethan looked up while stroking Bram’s lower belly with his fingertips. “Yes?”
“No.”
“No, what?”
Bram licked his lips.
“Again?” Ethan asked.
“No.”
Ethan was careful with noes; he listened to them. Though what he read on his lover’s face was
wanting and longing, not resistance. He moved back farther to settle between Bram’s thighs. He was
tempted to lift Bram’s legs up, but perhaps not quite yet.
So he palmed Bram’s inner thighs and asked, “No, what?”
Bram stared as if in a trance. “I don’t know.”
“Say no again, and I’ll stop. Promise.” Slowly Ethan leaned down and took Bram in his mouth,
although what he really wanted to do was fuck Bram. Ethan’s dick was aching and he couldn’t remember
the last time, if ever, that he’d stopped someone whose mouth was on him. But soon Ethan got distracted
by what he was doing and the smell of Bram’s musk rising in his nostrils. He liked Bram’s body under his
mouth and hands, reacting, responding, but oh-so-silent. A terrible, wonderful struggle. As Bram’s cock
became even harder, Ethan pulled back to lick the head almost apologetically and looked up. “You stopped.” It was a protest and Ethan grinned.
“I wasn’t sure you liked it.”
“Like hell you weren’t.”
Ethan rose over Bram and kissed him full on the mouth, lingering before he trailed kisses down his
neck and stopped to attend to the tiny erect brown nipple.
“Ethan,” Bram managed in a strangled voice, “you’re making me even slower than usual.” Ethan backed down to Bram’s straining cock. “You say the strangest things, Bram. Are we in a race?”
And he took him into his mouth again while Bram surged up to greet him. Cupping Bram’s balls, he
returned to the deep, even rhythm Bram had responded to most strongly if the trembling was any indication
and this time, Bram’s breathing was harsher. This time, Ethan was not going to stop.
Bram’s balls tightened, his back arched, Ethan kept going.
“God!” Bram bit off the word. Then he was coming in Ethan’s mouth.
He swallowed while he kept up his strokes, making Bram react even as he was coming down from the
orgasm, and Bram shouted, “God, Ethan. Stop .”
Slowly Ethan lifted his head, though he didn’t let go of Bram’s cock. “It’s a bit late to stop, babe.” Bram shook his head and flung an arm over his face.
Crap . Ethan froze, as suddenly everything went off-kilter and he felt out of his depth. Had he misread
Bram? Was he that stupid? He swallowed, feeling sick. “Bram?”
“Sorry.”
Ethan winced. The last thing he wanted were Bram’s sorrys.
“Give me a sec.” Bram’s chest heaved.
Ethan found it hard, but he removed his hand from Bram and sat there, staring down, his own erection
wilting.
After a moment, Bram breathed in and declared, “No, no,” before he was on Ethan, pushing him over,
kissing him with a strange desperation, and sick worry fled as abruptly as it had arrived. While Ethan didn’t
understand Bram, he understood enough to know that Bram had not been pushed too far. “You’re so perfect.”
“What I am is confused.” Ethan clamped on to Bram and they held each other.
“Thank you.”
“Babe, I don’t understand what you’re thanking me for but I need to know what’s going on in that
pretty head of yours. You scared me right now.”
“I know, I’m sorry.”
“Please