Running Wild

arms while he leaned against him.
    And yet it had been too long. His body was reacting, hard. He was a fool, Teo thought a little grimly, to think he could focus elsewhere. He’d been ignoring his basic nature as if he thought he didn’t require…
…this.
Not wanting to leave bruises on Iain’s arms, he slowly relaxed his grip and
    tried to work out a course of action, a way to extract himself from this situation. “Iain,” he said in a low voice.
“Don’t speak.” The words were muffled against his collarbone. “Better that
way. Just…go.”
    There was his out—and yet it wasn’t. Iain was waiting to be pushed away, expecting it, and that bothered Teo. He also didn’t understand. Admittedly he hadn’t paid close attention, but he was pretty sure Iain was popular among the guys who liked guys, and not only in a theoretical way.
    He slid a hand over Iain’s shoulder and down his back, the thin T-shirt allowing him to feel the musculature as well as the bumps dotting Iain’s spine.
The motion made Iain breathe in hard, and arousal seemed to thicken in the air.
Don’t lead him on. That was wrong, yes. Teo didn’t do that.
End it now , Teo told himself sternly, except his conscience, if that’s what it was, faltered. Because ending it here and now, well, that felt wrong too.
His wolf wanted Iain. That desire had been stifled while Teo kept his distance and practiced medicine in the town. But there was no distance between them at this moment.
Iain mouthed his neck and Teo jerked.
“Iain.” The word came out more intense, like a command, and Iain raised his face, darkened eyes gazing into Teo’s, and he could imagine his eyes were similarly black with dilation. “I’m your doctor.”
The pad of Iain’s thumb came to rest on Teo’s lips, rubbed back and forth over his mouth, and Teo hardened further.
“No.” Iain traced Teo’s lips. “I don’t like doctors. I don’t go to them. I don’t go to you .” That thumb pressed into the corner of Teo’s mouth, stroked just slightly, making Teo want to open his mouth for a kiss.
Iain placed his palm on the curve of Teo’s jaw, and he felt mesmerized by this attention to his face.
“You are not my doctor, okay?”
“Look—”
Iain’s lips came to rest on Teo’s, not quite a kiss but making it difficult to speak, his thumb connected to the tender skin, his palm a caress on his jawline. “Tell me what you want.”
Teo’s chest heaved once. He was the beta. He didn’t fuck around. But somehow Iain’s hand slid down Teo’s chest and into his sweats. It wrapped around his dick, and he jerked a second time.
It had been too long. And Iain was too goddamn appealing. His moral weakness should have appalled Teo, except his wolf insisted this felt right, and Teo generally listened to his wolf, who had never led him astray, even at the worst of times.
Iain kept his mouth on Teo, this not-quite-kiss. “Tell me.”
Tell him what? Teo had lost track of the conversation.
And it was too late. This was a type of intimacy anyway. Iain was not his patient, not yet at least, and there weren’t actual fucking rules about betas and sex. Those were all in Teo’s head. The rules to make life right and avoid past mistakes.
Teo’s head emptied out, what with Iain stroking him, making his body thrum with pleasure, a thumb gliding over the slit before the stroking resumed.
“Christ.” His voice sounded hoarse, and Iain grinned.
“Allow me.” Iain slid down Teo’s body, entirely pleasurable, and brought Teo’s sweats and boxers with him. Then, hands on Teo’s hips, Iain licked the glans, setting off a series of jolts through Teo’s body.
Iain’s tongue swirled around the head of his cock, and Teo groaned. There was expertise here he could appreciate. Iain moved his tongue down the underside of Teo’s dick, approaching his balls.
Teo slammed his hands on the couch. “Jesus.”
Both balls were pulled gently into Iain’s mouth, even while he kept his grip on Teo’s hips, a massaging movement with his palms. As Iain took Teo in his mouth again, Teo brought his hands to Iain’s shoulders, let the feel of them, the tendons, the bones beneath skin, become familiar terrain, a kind of knowledge of touch, even as Iain rose and fell, establishing a rhythm.
No one survives unchanged.
Convergence
© 2011 Ally Blue
    Mother Earth, Book 3
When the Carwin Tribe Pack lost Rabbit, a little bit of Lynx died along with his Brother. Their feelings went far beyond the