Lynx Northern Shifters 3

trusting. Something turned over in Trey’s chest, but he needed to keep this light, not heavy, even if the realization that he was thinking of Jonah as his mate could no longer be ignored. That wasn’t something he could share with the lynx. Not now, when he was soon abandoning Jonah, leaving him to his isolation. Maybe later, when things could be changed between them—if a later happened.
Light , he reminded himself. After all, there was joy to be found in sex and he meant for Jonah to know that. Trey took on a teasing tone. “I know you’re fast”—Jonah was not self-conscious about his hair trigger and Trey wanted him to stay that way—“but I’m not. We’ll try to do something to even that out.”
Clearly baffled, Jonah said, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“That’s all right, sometimes it’s better to show than tell.”
Jonah eyed him like he was hungry and Trey was the most delicious thing he’d seen a long time. Of course Trey had been under the gaze before, had been wanted and desired. But for a long, long time only by men he’d known in passing. He’d forgotten how it felt, to receive this look of desire. It warmed his blood. It made him smile.
“Well?” demanded Jonah.
The eager impatience had Trey laughing, but he pointed to Jonah’s dish. “Eat.”
“I am. You’re the one who’s forgetting.” And it was true, Trey felt very distracted, but he got himself to eat the food Jonah had thrown together though he barely tasted it. When they were done, Trey stoked the fire higher so Jonah would stay warm when he was naked and wet. Trey’s cock was already stiff and Jonah noticed, reached over to slide a hand up and down.
“I can take care of that,” Jonah said in a low voice.
“I know you can.” Trey was rather gratified by how easily Jonah had taken to licking and sucking him. It was tempting to just go with it, but then he wouldn’t have the energy for what he really wanted. Still he allowed Jonah to continue to caress him, turn him on. He wasn’t going to touch Jonah’s dick now, because he knew exactly when he wanted Jonah to come, and it wasn’t yet. Jonah tugged up Trey’s shirt to explore Trey’s chest, and Trey gave over to the sensation, lines of desire running through his body.
Before it got too intense, he carefully pulled Jonah’s head away from him, and Jonah looked up, clearly expecting his mouth to be ravished. Suddenly feeling fierce Trey obliged, smashed lips together and plundered. Jonah’s hand dropped away from Trey’s cock as he simply tried to keep up with the kiss. Trey sucked on Jonah’s tongue, then dipped deeper, exploring that sweet, warm cavern, tangling again with Jonah’s tongue before nipping lips, because he loved seeing Jonah’s mouth swollen and well kissed, seeing Jonah’s face open and wondering and ready for whatever came next.
Before Jonah could ask, Trey lifted off Jonah’s shirt and pushed him down to sit on the bench as close to the fire as possible without getting scorched. Next, Trey dipped his hands into Jonah’s pants and pulled off everything, to leave Jonah nude on the bench.
Jonah’s lips curved as he smiled up at Trey. “I see you’re going into command mode.”
He wasn’t off the mark. Trey knew he had a few control issues and could switch from fully in control to passive. Jonah might think that was normal, though Jonah didn’t react in quite the same way. Which was good. “Do you mind?” he asked softly.
Jonah shook his head and spread his legs wider in invitation. His long beautiful cock stood at attention, hard and wanting, a bead of pearly come forming on the slit.
Trey couldn’t resist saying, “You won’t have to wait long. I promise.”
“God.” Jonah shifted. “I’m getting more turned on just by sitting here while you look at me.”
“As you should.” Trey reached for the washcloth and soap. He started with Jonah’s face.
“Jesus, I can wash my face.” It wasn’t quite a protest as a “what’s going on?” statement and Trey answered it by kissing Jonah deeply as he trailed the washcloth over Jonah’s chest. Then he backed up, rinsed and washed Jonah’s limbs.
“Hold out your arms so they dry by the fire.”
Jonah complied, though he trembled with the effort. “Trey,” he said in warning.
“Yes?” Now Trey was washing Jonah’s back and a part of him wanted to forget about this slow seduction. His cock was hard and aching, and he imagined pushing Jonah on all fours