Page 23
Story: Petty AF
My canines elongated, the tips scraping against his bottom lip and eliciting a quiet, husky moan. Muscles swelled and tightened, my body responding to the sound with pure, predatory instinct. My cotton tee stretched, adjusting to the expansion of my chest, but my jeans didn’t offer the same accommodations, trapping my cock painfully behind my zipper.
With River still balanced in my arms, I climbed the porch steps and kicked my foot against the door, too impatient to wait for him to fumble with the keys. The frame splintered with aresounding crack, debris littering the welcome mat as the door burst open.
I made it only two steps inside the living room before spinning to anchor him against the wall, freeing my hands to grope and explore. I touched his face, his neck, and traced the lean lines of his torso as our mouths continued to duel.
Irritated with the barriers that separated us, I stripped my own shirt off over my head and shredded his down the middle, revealing him to my hungry gaze. A deep growl rumbled in my chest as I stroked his bare skin, my hands splaying across the flat expanse of his abs.
“More,” River panted, his face flushed and his eyes glazed. “Touch me. Kiss me. Fuck me. I don’t know. Just give me more.”
I growled again, dark and primal, as I leaned into him, grinding my aching cock against his groin. His breath caught, then exploded in a loud groan as his fingers dug into the tops of my shoulders.
It wasn’t enough.
I wanted to own him, possess him, to burn away the remnants of everyone who came before me until only I remained.
“I want you,” River groaned, his hips moving faster as he rocked against me. “I need to feel you pounding inside me. I want you to fill me. Stretch me. I want it rough and dirty.” His warm breath panted from his lips, his voice vibrating with carnality. “Don’t hold back, Deaton. Give me everything.”
Though I knew he had no control over the filthy words that poured from his mouth, it did nothing to lessen my reaction to them.
Gripping one of his thighs, I locked my other arm around his back and jerked him away from the wall. Blinded by need, I carried him through the living room and down the short hallway to his bedroom.
Though I meant to only nudge the door open with my foot, it exploded inward, crashing against the wall and rebounding hard enough to slam shut behind us. Too far gone for finesse, I dropped him onto the bed and quickly divested the rest of my clothing. Following my lead, River discarded the tattered remains of his top, then stretched out on the mattress, arching his hips so he could push off his jeans.
Gloriously naked, he positioned himself in the center of the bed and fisted his cock, his eyelids fluttering as his hand moved along the rigid shaft. Gods, he was fucking beautiful. All long lines and lean muscles wrapped in a flawless complexion that glowed in the sunlight spilling through the open blinds.
“Deaton, hurry.” His thighs tensed, and his back bowed, his hips rising and falling as he thrust through the circle of his hand. “I feel like I’m on fire. Fuck, please, I need you.”
I dared anyone to resist such open and honest pleading.
The mattress dipped, and the frame creaked beneath my weight as I knelt at the foot of the bed. Crawling toward him, I covered his smaller body, sinking into the cradle of his hips with a muted growl.
“Oh, god,” he gasped as he arched into me. “You’re so warm. And big. I don’t understand it, but I love it.”
I didn’t understand it, either, but it had only ever happened with River, a physical manifestation of the bond between us. I wouldn’t consider the changes in my body significant, but they were certainly noticeable.
My thighs and arms swelled, growing in circumference, and my chest expanded, broadening at the shoulders. The corded muscles in my neck stood out in sharp relief, and my height increased a few inches.
While I could feel the changes, it didn’t hurt. In fact, it felt incredible. Powerful. But it did mean I had to take extra carewith my mate, his petite body somehow seeming more fragile beneath my bulky frame.
Desperate, greedy, I slanted my mouth over his again, drinking him in with a deep groan when his taste exploded across my tongue. The energy that crackled between us was electric, almost painful in its intensity, like trying to hold on to a live wire.
River wrapped his arms around my neck and writhed against me, every slide of our skin together pushing my need for him higher. Driven by instincts, drowning in him, I took everything he gave and still demanded more.
Breaking away from his mouth, I skimmed my lips down the column of his throat, scraping my fangs over the sensitive skin at the apex of his shoulder. River gasped and bucked up from the bed, a loud moan spilling from his lips.
“Fuck, I love the sounds you make. Don’t stop.” Deep, harsh, and filled with gravel, my voice didn’t sound like my own, but River didn’t seem to mind.
“Yes,” he hissed, his body trembling beneath my touch. “It’s so hot when your voice goes all growly like that.”
Who was I to deny him what he wanted?
I growled again, the sound a low, continuous rumble as I continued to tease and torment, kissing and stroking every inch of him as I reached for the nightstand. Finding the small plastic bottle with ease, I flipped the cap open and poured the contents into my palm. Then I reached between us, slicking my aching cock and coating River’s entrance with the excess.
I ringed his clenching hole with my index finger, coaxing the tight muscles to relax before pushing inside with just the tip. River’s eyes rolled back in his head, and he spread his legs, opening himself wider to the intrusion.
“I don’t need it,” he protested. “Just fuck me.”
I ignored him as I pumped my finger into his tight hole to stretch him. My arms and legs weren’t the only parts of my body bigger in this form, and I wouldn’t risk hurting him, even unintentionally.
With River still balanced in my arms, I climbed the porch steps and kicked my foot against the door, too impatient to wait for him to fumble with the keys. The frame splintered with aresounding crack, debris littering the welcome mat as the door burst open.
I made it only two steps inside the living room before spinning to anchor him against the wall, freeing my hands to grope and explore. I touched his face, his neck, and traced the lean lines of his torso as our mouths continued to duel.
Irritated with the barriers that separated us, I stripped my own shirt off over my head and shredded his down the middle, revealing him to my hungry gaze. A deep growl rumbled in my chest as I stroked his bare skin, my hands splaying across the flat expanse of his abs.
“More,” River panted, his face flushed and his eyes glazed. “Touch me. Kiss me. Fuck me. I don’t know. Just give me more.”
I growled again, dark and primal, as I leaned into him, grinding my aching cock against his groin. His breath caught, then exploded in a loud groan as his fingers dug into the tops of my shoulders.
It wasn’t enough.
I wanted to own him, possess him, to burn away the remnants of everyone who came before me until only I remained.
“I want you,” River groaned, his hips moving faster as he rocked against me. “I need to feel you pounding inside me. I want you to fill me. Stretch me. I want it rough and dirty.” His warm breath panted from his lips, his voice vibrating with carnality. “Don’t hold back, Deaton. Give me everything.”
Though I knew he had no control over the filthy words that poured from his mouth, it did nothing to lessen my reaction to them.
Gripping one of his thighs, I locked my other arm around his back and jerked him away from the wall. Blinded by need, I carried him through the living room and down the short hallway to his bedroom.
Though I meant to only nudge the door open with my foot, it exploded inward, crashing against the wall and rebounding hard enough to slam shut behind us. Too far gone for finesse, I dropped him onto the bed and quickly divested the rest of my clothing. Following my lead, River discarded the tattered remains of his top, then stretched out on the mattress, arching his hips so he could push off his jeans.
Gloriously naked, he positioned himself in the center of the bed and fisted his cock, his eyelids fluttering as his hand moved along the rigid shaft. Gods, he was fucking beautiful. All long lines and lean muscles wrapped in a flawless complexion that glowed in the sunlight spilling through the open blinds.
“Deaton, hurry.” His thighs tensed, and his back bowed, his hips rising and falling as he thrust through the circle of his hand. “I feel like I’m on fire. Fuck, please, I need you.”
I dared anyone to resist such open and honest pleading.
The mattress dipped, and the frame creaked beneath my weight as I knelt at the foot of the bed. Crawling toward him, I covered his smaller body, sinking into the cradle of his hips with a muted growl.
“Oh, god,” he gasped as he arched into me. “You’re so warm. And big. I don’t understand it, but I love it.”
I didn’t understand it, either, but it had only ever happened with River, a physical manifestation of the bond between us. I wouldn’t consider the changes in my body significant, but they were certainly noticeable.
My thighs and arms swelled, growing in circumference, and my chest expanded, broadening at the shoulders. The corded muscles in my neck stood out in sharp relief, and my height increased a few inches.
While I could feel the changes, it didn’t hurt. In fact, it felt incredible. Powerful. But it did mean I had to take extra carewith my mate, his petite body somehow seeming more fragile beneath my bulky frame.
Desperate, greedy, I slanted my mouth over his again, drinking him in with a deep groan when his taste exploded across my tongue. The energy that crackled between us was electric, almost painful in its intensity, like trying to hold on to a live wire.
River wrapped his arms around my neck and writhed against me, every slide of our skin together pushing my need for him higher. Driven by instincts, drowning in him, I took everything he gave and still demanded more.
Breaking away from his mouth, I skimmed my lips down the column of his throat, scraping my fangs over the sensitive skin at the apex of his shoulder. River gasped and bucked up from the bed, a loud moan spilling from his lips.
“Fuck, I love the sounds you make. Don’t stop.” Deep, harsh, and filled with gravel, my voice didn’t sound like my own, but River didn’t seem to mind.
“Yes,” he hissed, his body trembling beneath my touch. “It’s so hot when your voice goes all growly like that.”
Who was I to deny him what he wanted?
I growled again, the sound a low, continuous rumble as I continued to tease and torment, kissing and stroking every inch of him as I reached for the nightstand. Finding the small plastic bottle with ease, I flipped the cap open and poured the contents into my palm. Then I reached between us, slicking my aching cock and coating River’s entrance with the excess.
I ringed his clenching hole with my index finger, coaxing the tight muscles to relax before pushing inside with just the tip. River’s eyes rolled back in his head, and he spread his legs, opening himself wider to the intrusion.
“I don’t need it,” he protested. “Just fuck me.”
I ignored him as I pumped my finger into his tight hole to stretch him. My arms and legs weren’t the only parts of my body bigger in this form, and I wouldn’t risk hurting him, even unintentionally.