Single White Fang [The Brotherhood 7]
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by Willa Okati
Category: Erotica/Paranormal Erotica/Dark Fantasy
Description: Even the biggest guys need TLC. Especially David, the Brotherhood's shyest member, who aches for someone to love. Jory seems perfect--except the secrets he's keeping. What will David do when he learns Jory's a vampire? [Publisher's Note: This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable: Male/male sexual practices.]
eBook Publisher: Loose Id, LLC, 2006
eBookwise Release Date: August 2008
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [177 KB]
Reading time: 112-156 min.
Jory lightly draped himself on top of David, body to body. "I try." He wriggled. "Pull the lighter out of my back pocket. You'll notice I'm giving you a chance to grope me. Actually kind of shamelessly begging for it."
"All you had to do was ask." David ran his hands down and over the twin mounds of Jory's ass. He hissed in appreciation. Jory had a great butt for a big guy. Tight and shapely. "You are so--"
"Yeah?" David could hear the delight in Jory's voice. "Thanks. And you, mister..." Clever fingers teased his shirt buttons. "I want my turn to feel you up. Fair's fair, after all. But just a second."
He took the lighter David pressed into his hand and turned to one side. A rasp of flint later, and a flame lit up the small trailer. He touched it to a square candle next to the mattress, half-used and smelling sweetly of beeswax. "Let there be light."
"And there was light, and it was good." David ran his hands down Jory's arms as Jory sat up, knees to either side of David's hips.
The tenderness in Jory's face was almost unbearable as he spread his hands over David's chest. Moved, David reached up to touch him. "You're special," he said, hoping Jory would understand more than just the words. "I don't know how I can tell, but I can."
His hair dangling in wisps and curls around his face, Jory looked like an angel smiling down at David. "I'll try my best to live up to your expectations," he said. He played with one of David's shirt buttons. "Do you only have the one condom?"
"Just the one." David sighed. Then he chuckled.
"It's just ... I never thought I'd actually get to use the one."
"A guy like you?" Jory set up a slow rocking, thrusting their groins together. David sucked in a breath, grasping at the comforter. "That feels good to you, huh? To me, too." He sounded breathless. "Okay. We've only got the one. I want to make it count."
"We can't both..."
"I know." Jory sounded tender. "It's okay. David, I can wait. I want this to be for you."
David frowned. "What do you--"
"Ssh." Jory placed one finger on David's lips. "Let me do this, all right?"
When David nodded, Jory grinned like a boy and scooted further down David's legs. "Can I come in?" A little embarrassed, David spread to let Jory between his thighs. And how strange was it, that taking it to another level made him blush all over again?
"You're so warm," Jory whispered, working his way down David's shirt. One button at a time came free. "Do you know how good you feel?"
"As good as you do?"
Jory chuckled. "And it's a great view from down here." His hand hovered over David's zipper. "It could be a lot better. May I?"
David's breath caught in his chest. "Yeah," he managed to say. "You're not ... by the..."
"Hey. I said no more of those sorts of comments, and I meant it." Jory stroked David's stomach. "So you don't have a six-pack. You're just a big guy. I like big guys." He stroked a little lower. "Really big."
David closed his eyes in bliss. Having someone else's hand on him felt better than he'd ever dreamed. That the touch was gentle made it better still. When he did touch David at all, Tommy had always been rough, grabbing and stripping his cock, not caring if he was pleasuring or hurting.
"Don't stop..." he breathed.
"Don't plan to. Just going to take it up a notch." Jory slid the zipper down click by click, then undid the top button. He paused for a long second, then drew out David's cock. "Sweet mercy," he breathed reverently. "It's been worth the wait for both of us, yeah? But let's fix that, huh?" Jory moved still further down, stopping between David's knees. He held the foil-wrapped condom up to the candle light and squinted at it.
Carefully, and all too slowly, he tore the packet open and pulled out its contents. "I want to ... let me put it on you," he said in a voice like rough, raw silk. "Please?"
David couldn't speak. All he was able to muster up was an eager nod. Then, thank God, fingers were on him, smoothing the rubber down his shaft. When Jory finished unrolling the thing, David felt a gentle kiss on the tip.
"Okay?" Jory asked. David nodded again. Finally, with a soft, appreciative murmur, Jory lowered his mouth over David's cock and began to suck.
David arched, his back almost clearing the mattress. His hands reached out for something to grab onto and were rewarded by one of Jory's, flexing and gripping. The other kneaded his thigh softly, the way a cat would. All the while, that clever mouth kept on working and, damn, it knew what it was doing.
"Harder," David begged. "Jory, please." His partner made a soft noise and increased his suction, flicking his tongue the length of the long vein.
Jory began to move like a god, like a wet dream, rubbing himself against the mattress, his mouth sliding up and down David's cock as he did so. His tongue glided on the down stroke and it tapped on the way up, the sensation better than heaven could ever be to David. He circled the tip and bit ever so gently.
David clutched at Jory's hand. "Can't ... too long since--"