Bitten By Mistake (17 page)

Fucking Alec.

By the time four o’clock rolled around, Nathan was tired and irritable.

He drove home with the radio on loud enough to prevent Luke attempting any conversation.

Luke kept quiet until they pulled up on their street. “I don’t know why you’re in such a foul mood. At least you have a warm, welcoming body waiting for you at home. I’ve got four walls and a microwave dinner.”

“You should eat better than that crap.”

Luke laughed loudly. “Oh, that’s rich coming from you.”

Last night’s stir-fry had been delicious. Nathan wondered if Jared would do the same tonight as well. He smiled at the promise of a home-cooked meal. “Jared likes to cook.”

The betrayed look on Luke’s face made Nathan smile wider.

“Is he any good?”

“Yep.”

“Maybe you
should
bite him.”

Luke was only joking, but Nathan’s mind happily supplied the image of Jared’s bite mark under the skin, and his cock started to thicken. Quickly opening the door before Luke noticed, Nathan then hopped out and motioned at Luke to hurry up.

“Okay, okay. You don’t have to look so smug about it.” Luke grumbled all the way to the steps, not stopping as they went inside and up to the first floor. Nathan watched him walk down the hallway to his flat, open his door, and go inside.

Sadly no tantalising aroma greeted Nathan as he went inside and walked down the short hallway to the living room, only the faint sounds of a laptop keyboard. Nathan followed the noise through the open door to his bedroom, his bad mood lifting with each step.

Jared sat propped up at the top of the bed, laptop on his knee, pencil in his mouth, and an intense look of concentration as he peered at the screen. His blond hair fell forward where he’d not bothered to style it.

“Hey.” Nathan smiled when Jared startled, one hand going to his chest as he glanced up.

“Shit, you scared me. I didn’t hear you come in.”

“Evidently. You know I have a perfectly good table out in the living room.”

Jared put his pencil down on the notepad next to him and then stretched out his arms above his head. “Yeah, I know.” His back cracked twice and Jared sighed in satisfaction. “I prefer it in here.” His T-shirt rode up where he’d lifted his arms, and Nathan’s gaze caught on the strip of pale skin on show.

He leaned back and pushed the bedroom door closed.

Jared cocked his head to the side, regarding him curiously. “Is there something you want?”

Nathan licked his lips, his focus predictably drawn to the bite mark, standing out clear as day on Jared’s neck. “Yes.”

A warning bell sounded far in the back of his mind, but he ignored it. The need to move forward, to go to Jared, pulled at his chest, and it seemed like too much effort to ignore it. He didn’t even try.

“Nathan?” Jared glanced down at Nathan’s crotch, no doubt seeing the outline of his cock where it pushed against the tight denim of his jeans. “What are you doing?”

Jared’s soft intake of breath sounded loud in Nathan’s ears, and the teasing scent of Jared’s arousal made Nathan move quicker. In the blink of an eye, he was on the bed, pushing Jared’s notebook and laptop to one side.

“Hey, be careful, that’s expe—”

Nathan cupped his jaw and kissed him. When their lips met, his whole body relaxed, the day’s tension seeping out of him, replaced by a desire and need so strong it took him by surprise. “Oh fuck. I want you so much.” He groaned.

Jared put his hands on Nathan’s hips, guiding him into his lap and kissing back hungrily. “Is that a bad thing?” He seemed as eager as Nathan was.

“Yes, you know it is.” Nathan rolled his hips, pressing down against the bulge in Jared’s jeans, making him hiss. “I need to tell you something, but I don’t want to stop long enough to do it.”

“Hmm… don’t stop.” Jared thrust his hands down the back of Nathan’s jeans, gripped his arse cheeks, and pulled him closer.

“It’s important….” Nathan tried again. Luke’s words swam around in his head. He had to tell Jared, had to warn him what might happen if they carried on. What might have
already
happened.

“I’m sure it is.” Jared reached up, grabbed a handful of Nathan’s thick hair, and pulled his head down until his face pressed against the soft skin of Jared’s throat.

Nathan didn’t require any further direction. He opened his mouth, and sought out his mark on Jared’s neck, licking and sucking at the bite until Jared arched up with a low groan. All thoughts of stopping flew out the window as Nathan latched on with his teeth; his canines extended as desire flooded his body.

“Oh
God
, I need you inside me.” Jared had his head thrown back, hands clutching at Nathan as he sucked and nipped, making Jared’s skin an angry red. “Now, Nathan.
Come on
.”

The words lit a fire in his veins and one thought ran on a loop through his mind.

Take him—he’s yours.

His wolf stirred, restless, and urged him on. Nathan moved with one purpose. He shuffled back, ripped off his T-shirt, and tossed it onto the floor. His jeans and underwear were next.

The sound of ripping denim brought him up sharply, and he glanced at his hands to find his claws half out. It took all his concentration to will them back in before turning to help Jared get naked.

Jared scooted down the bed until his head rested on the pillows, and spread his legs wide in invitation. “Hurry.” With one hand on his cock and the other thumbing a nipple, Jared fixed him with a filthy stare. “What are you waiting for?”

A low growl rumbled up through Nathan’s chest. Jared smirked, one eyebrow raised in a challenge Nathan would gladly accept. He grabbed Jared’s thighs and pushed them up and out, leaving him exposed. Nathan ran his tongue along his bottom lip, eliciting a whimper from Jared and a sharp command to “hurry the fuck up.”

The first lick over Jared’s hole made him gasp. The second made Jared spread his legs as wide as he could. By the time Nathan had him wet and open, his skin glistening with spit, Jared had his hands thrust into Nathan’s hair and his head pressed back into the pillow. Nathan laved and teased his hole longer, keeping Jared’s hips still despite his best efforts to lift off the bed. When he pushed his finger in alongside the tip of his tongue, Jared cursed up a storm, begging Nathan to “fuck me already, you bastard!”

Nathan grinned and rutted against the bed as he tongued at Jared’s rim. He could keep going for ages. Jared’s taste was addictive and satisfying like nothing he’d experienced before, but Jared tugged on his hair, urging Nathan to move and replace his tongue with his cock.

He found it impossible to refuse a request like that.

Reaching down, Nathan stroked himself a couple of times and precome smeared over his hand. Shifters produced more than humans anyway, and as turned on as Nathan was, his palm was sticky with it. He coated his fingers and then rubbed them over Jared’s hole to tease him some more. Two slipped in easily after being worked over by Nathan’s tongue, and he thrust them in and out as Jared clutched at the quilt. Nathan leaned down and licked the head of Jared’s cock. Jared moaned and pushed his hips to try and get Nathan to suck him. If he did that, it would be over for both of them. As it was, Nathan doubted they’d last much longer.

He pulled back and reached for the lube, smearing it over his cock.

Jared watched him with heavy-lidded eyes. “No condom?”

“No.” Nathan settled between his thighs and rubbed the tip of his dick against Jared’s hole. “We don’t need them.”

Shifters couldn’t carry diseases and couldn’t catch them. Nathan hadn’t even thought to offer to wear a condom.

“Yeah, I forgot. It’s been a while.”

The implication of Jared’s words grasped at Nathan’s chest like a vice, and he pushed forward, entering Jared in one long hard thrust.

“
Ahh
.” Jared arched to meet him, wrapping his legs around Nathan’s back.

Jared is mine. Will always
be
mine.

The words repeated like a mantra in his head as he fucked Jared, driving into him again and again until he dug his fingers into Jared’s thighs and came with yell that sounded suspiciously like a howl. Waves of pleasure washed through him; his body lit up from the inside.

“Touch yourself,” he whispered, then glanced down to see Jared’s hand already wrapped around his cock, milking the last drops of his orgasm onto his belly. Jared met Nathan’s gaze with a predatory expression, and a shiver ran Nathan’s spine. He watched with rapt attention as Jared rubbed his fingers through the mess on his skin and then pressed them against Nathan’s lips.

We’re in so much trouble.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Jared watched Nathan lick come from his fingers, and something inside him clicked and settled into place. Warmth blossomed behind his ribcage, and a surge of possessiveness swept through him. The words burst out before he even registered thinking them. “You’re mine.”

Nathan froze, his gaze locked with Jared’s, and he reached up to take hold of Jared’s fingers, twining them with his own. “Yes.” He looked both certain and terrified. “And you’re mine.”

Jared had always hated possessiveness in his boyfriends, had run a mile at the first signs. Now they were both at it. He found himself nodding, knowing the words were true. No wonder Nathan looked terrified. “Oh fuck.”

Nathan leaned forward and kissed him, the taste of Jared’s release still on his tongue. He shoved Jared’s hands up above his head, holding them in place while he stretched out on top of him. The kiss was rough and claiming, something Jared normally hated, but he kissed back just as hard, wanting Nathan to know he was as much Jared’s as Jared was his.

With a growl, Nathan nosed down the side of Jared’s jaw, and Jared tilted his head to the side, welcoming where Nathan was headed. The bite mark throbbed as it had before, a heavy pulse with the beat of his heart, begging for Nathan’s mouth.

Warm wetness covered the spot, and Jared dug his nails into the back of Nathan’s hands as Nathan pressed against it with his too-sharp teeth. “Do it,” he hissed, wanting nothing more than to feel Nathan’s fangs puncture his skin. “I need it.”

When Nathan hesitated for a second, Jared’s heart stuttered as rejection threatened to overwhelm him, but then he gasped, his heart taking off like a rocket as Nathan bit into him. The sharp needle-like sting of teeth made Jared cry out as the pain sent a jolt of heat straight to his groin. Nathan’s grip on his hands loosened, and Jared grabbed the back of Nathan’s head, holding him tight against his neck, never wanting him to move.

“Jared.”

“Hmm?”

“Jared.” Nathan’s voice was like a whisper, a soft breath of warm air against Jared’s skin, and Jared slowly opened his eyes.

When did I close them?

Jared lay on his back, and Nathan leaned over him, propped up on one elbow, with a worried look on his face. “What happened?”

Nathan sighed, but he was smiling, so Jared wasn’t all that worried. “Something really fucking bad.”

Jared frowned, confused. He felt great. In fact he’d never felt quite so good. Even the old injury to his shoulder seemed better. His whole body zinged with energy and he stretched his arms and legs out, relishing the burn in the muscles. His bite mark ached and he reached up to rub at it. When his finger touched sore, broken skin instead of unmarred smoothness, his hand stilled. Everything came flooding back.

His gaze shot to Nathan’s. “What the fuck?” He poked at the fresh marks, and then pulled back to see dried blood sticking to his fingertips. “You bit me again?”

“Yeah.”

Jared closed his eyes and ran a hand through his hair, remembered the blood on his fingers, and stopped. “Because I asked—no, I
begged
you to do it?”

“Yeah.”

“Shit.”

A myriad of feelings swam inside him. Surprise? Yes. Confusion? Definitely. Anger? Maybe a little—but not directed at Nathan, strangely enough. In fact, when he met Nathan’s gaze, all he wanted to do was pull him close and bury his nose in the crook of his neck. So that’s what he did. With one hand on the back of Nathan’s head, he pulled, toppling him forward until he sprawled over him.

With a happy sigh, Jared tucked his face against Nathan’s skin and breathed deep. “That’s better. Please don’t ever move.”

Nathan laughed softly, his body vibrating where it lay flush to Jared’s. “I might need to use the bathroom soon.” When he spoke, the smile was evident his voice.

Jared grinned. Contentment hummed through his body, and he had no idea why. Not that the feeling wasn’t a nice one and a refreshing change from the tension of the last few days, but something weird had happened between them, and Jared was almost loath to find out what.

That was where the anger came in. Once again his life was out of his control, and that part, he hated. His smile fell away, but he slipped his arms around Nathan’s back, clinging to the one familiar thing in all of this and hoping it would ground him.

“Jared? You okay?” Nathan sounded wary, as if sensing the sudden shift in Jared’s mood.

“I don’t know.” Jared clung tighter, and Nathan slid his hands under his shoulders. The more Nathan touched him, the calmer he felt, and didn’t that set all kinds of alarm bells ringing? “
You
do, though, right? Something’s happened to us, and you know exactly what it is.”

Nathan hesitated. Jared wasn’t going to like what came next. “I think I might have an idea.”

Jared let out a sigh. “Go on, then. Just tell me.” He kept his eyes shut tight, as though the news might be easier to hear that way.

“I spoke to Luke today. Turns out if you bite someone you’re involved with—
fucking
—then it forms an instant bond.” He paused, obviously waiting for Jared’s reaction.

Truthfully, Jared wasn’t sure where to start. So many questions sprang to mind that he struggled to pick one to ask first. Might as well go with the obvious. “Well, since we did it the other way around, what does that mean for us?” Nathan tensed for just a second, and Jared knew the answer. “You have no idea, do you?”