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  Gavin shuddered. Perfect.

  Dale smoothed his hand back down Gavin’s spine until he reached his ass. He set his other hand on Gavin’s lower back and held him steady while he gripped one ass cheek and then the other almost too tight. He molded the flesh with his fingers, squeezing over and over to warm Gavin’s ass.

  “I’m going to spank you now. You’re going to stay still and absorb the blows.” Without hesitation, he lifted one hand and swatted Gavin’s ass right in the center.

  Gavin gasped, lifting up on his tiptoes.

  “Feet flat. No movement.” He spanked him again, this time high on one butt cheek. And again, the same treatment to the other cheek.

  Gavin’s legs went rigid, his knees locking.

  “Your ass looks amazing with my hand print all pink on it.” He rubbed the offended flesh for a minute and then lifted his hand and swatted him several more times in rapid succession, spraying a series of strikes all across his lover’s backside.

  Gavin didn’t move. He took every spank in stride. And then Dale lowered his hand to strike at the junction of Gavin’s butt and his thighs.

  Gavin moaned loudly, rising onto his tiptoes again. He also lifted his forehead, tipping his neck back, but he didn’t turn his face toward Dale.

  “You can talk now,” Dale began as he rubbed his palm up and down Gavin’s thighs. “How does that feel?”

  “Good.”

  “You want me to stop?”

  “No. Please…Sir. Don’t stop.” He set his forehead back on the mattress never meeting Dale’s gaze.

  “Good boy. I know that last one went straight to your cock. You don’t have permission to come, so keep it in check. If you get too close, stop me.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Dale rained several more spanks up and down Gavin’s cheeks. The lower he went, the more Gavin arched his ass out, pleading silently for more.

  Dale had only been spanked on one occasion himself—the time he’d allowed a more knowledgeable Dom than himself to demonstrate what it was like to be on the receiving end. This was how he knew that Gavin was probably close to coming.

  After a few more swats to his thighs, Dale reached between Gavin’s legs and grabbed his cock. “Don’t you come, yet.”

  Gavin sucked in a sharp breath. “Please…”

  Dale slid his palm down Gavin’s cock and squeezed the head tighter. “No. If you come, I’ll tie you to the bed and make you sleep naked without any contact from me. If you wait for permission, I’ll make it worth your while.”

  Gavin nodded awkwardly against the bed.

  Dale released his cock and fondled his balls loosely before removing his hand entirely and stepping back. Suddenly he knew what he needed to do next. “You have lube somewhere?” Please God.

  “Bedside drawer.” His voice was barely audible.

  Dale opened the drawer and found the lube right inside. There were condoms in the drawer too. Dale wouldn’t need one, but he did need to address that fact. “Aren’t you prepared? I wonder what you normally do with this tube. I know you haven’t been sleeping with a string of men in the last week.” He didn’t wait for a response. “Have you been stretching yourself for me?” He tapped Gavin’s tight hole.

  Gavin shook his head.

  “Hmm. So prepared anyway.” He popped the lid on the tube and squeezed a generous amount onto his fingers. He flipped the top back in place, making as much noise as possible, which gave him the reaction he wanted. Gavin flinched.

  Dale pulled Gavin’s cheeks apart with one hand, setting his thumb on one side and his fingers on the other. The first contact of his slick middle finger against Gavin’s tight ring made Gavin rock forward. “Don’t move, baby. Let me stretch you out.”

  Gavin thrust his ass backward, offering himself up to Dale in a manner that was so damn submissive and arousing that Dale had to grit his teeth against the added pressure on his cock.

  As he slid the first finger into Gavin’s ass, they both moaned. He’d played with his lover’s tight hole a few times already, but this time it was more intense. This time it was clear he intended to take things further. He straddled Gavin’s leg and pressed his cock against his sub’s thigh, making it obvious he too was turned on. When he added a second finger to the first, Gavin stiffened, the muscle in his thigh going rigid. “Easy. I’m going to stretch you. Slowly. Just relax.”

  He scissored his fingers, carefully avoiding the one spot he knew would send Gavin over the edge before he was ready.

  Gavin moaned softly against the mattress. His hands were fisted together so tightly above his head they had turned white.

  “You’re so tight, baby. Try not to clench. You ready for me to add a finger?”

  “Mmm.” Gavin pressed backward into Dale’s hand.

  Dale pulled almost out and then slowly slid three fingers past the barrier. Knowing Dale would be the first to penetrate his lover’s rear made his chest tighten. He’d been with humans before, more than just Ethan, but it never ceased to amaze him how green they could be. Not many twenty-four-year-old shifters would be this inexperienced. It was heady and humbling. He would not take it for granted.

  As Gavin’s breath slowed and he finally released the grip he had on Dale’s fingers, Dale eased them out and yanked the button open on his jeans to release his cock. He pulled his shirt over his head next to get it out of the way. He wanted to see everything.

  As he stepped between Gavin’s legs, he nudged them wider. “Shifters don’t have STDs, baby. We can’t catch or transmit diseases. You okay with me going bare?”

  “Yes, Sir.” His voice was stronger. Firm. “Do it. Please, Dale, I need you inside me.”

  Dale ignored the way Gavin broke the scene. This was intense. Important. He didn’t want there to be any mistake. “I’ll go slow. Push out while I press into you.” He grabbed Gavin’s hip with one hand and used his other hand to line his cock up with the puckered hole.

  As he breached the constricted opening, he held his breath. If he wasn’t careful, he would shoot off before he was all the way inside. He wanted to feel the warmth of Gavin’s forbidden entrance around his erection. He closed his eyes and tipped his head back to control the need to come.

  In slow, deliberate thrusts, he finally flattened the base of his cock to Gavin’s cheeks. A groaned escaped his lips to match the one Gavin made. Dale reached to wrap his palm around Gavin’s thick length, squeezing as he eased his fingers up and down the shaft. “So hard for me.”

  Gavin purred, his ass thrusting back in encouragement.

  Dale took the hint and pulled out only to thrust back in hard and fast.

  Gavin’s purr turned into another groan, louder. Satisfied. Aroused. He lifted his face. “Damn that feels good. Do it again.”

  Dale pulled almost out and then rammed forward. Again. Three times. He was so close to coming, and he wanted Gavin to come with him. So he picked up the pace of his fingers, stroking his lover’s cock over and over until he felt the subtle change and knew Gavin was about to come. “Do it. Come for me, baby.” As he spoke those words through gritted teeth, Dale fucked his submissive’s ass rapidly. Two more strokes and he was on the edge. One last plunge in deep and he came on a roar just as Gavin released his own orgasm.

  Dale cupped the front of Gavin’s cock, wanting to feel the warm ooze of his come against his fingers. For long moments neither of them moved, both gasping for oxygen.

  Finally, Dale leaned forward to kiss Gavin’s back. “Don’t move a muscle, baby. Be right back.” He made his way to the hall bathroom, washed his hands, and then ran a cloth under the warm water. Less than a minute later he was back, smoothing the washcloth over Gavin’s half-stiff cock.

  He tossed the cloth aside and tapped Gavin’s butt. “Climb up onto the bed, baby. You’re shaking.”

  Gavin hummed as he did as he was told, climbing under the covers.

  Dale crawled up behind him and hauled Gavin’s back against his front. He lightly touched his submi
ssive’s cock, stroking his fingertips up and down the length.

  Gavin moaned.

  “You were amazing.” Dale kissed his shoulder. “I’m so proud of you. Do you feel better?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Maybe next time don’t doubt me?”

  “Mmm.”

  Dale chuckled. It would seem his little submissive enjoyed having his ass spanked and his butt fucked hard. Chances were he would turn into a whiny brat if Dale wasn’t careful. “I won’t always be that gentle,” Dale added to ensure Gavin understood the score. “My hand isn’t the only thing I can use to spank that sweet bottom of yours.” He pressed his still-hard cock against Gavin’s warm bottom.

  One of the best things about dominating a human was that hours later the evidence would still be apparent. There was nothing sexier than waking up and finding his lover’s ass still warm and pink. A shifter healed so quickly he never had the opportunity to see the evidence of his punishment.

  Dale stroked the side of Gavin’s face and spoke again. “I need to make sure you understand something.”

  “Okay,” Gavin murmured.

  “No part of me thinks of you as a child. That’s just weird.” He shuddered. “I’m super clear that you’re a grown man. You also have a baby face under that beard of yours and you’re hardly out of the closet, so you’re as green as they come. I probably initially started calling you ‘kid’ out of self-preservation, and then it stuck.”

  “Okay, Sir.” Gavin sighed, his body relaxing.

  “That being said, anytime you want to role-play like we just did, I’m more than happy to oblige. It was hot as hell. You can pull out your bratty side, and I’ll be glad to spank your sweet ass. Just don’t ever call me daddy.” Dale shuddered again, hoping Gavin understood.

  Gavin chuckled slightly and then set his hand on top of Dale’s against his cheek, tipping his face into the contact. “Yes, Sir.”

  They stayed like that for several moments, before Dale changed the subject. “We haven’t eaten. You hungry?”

  “No. I’m so tired. Can we sleep first? Please…Sir.”

  Dale smiled. “Of course. Rest.” He nibbled at Gavin’s shoulder, his mind running so fast. The implication of what they’d just done was not lost on him. He’d taken things to a new level. He didn’t usually let things go this far with someone he’d only known a week.

  But Gavin wasn’t like other men. And he’d been through a harrowing day. He’d needed the release only submission would bring to a man like him. And it would seem Dale had not erred in his judgment.

  Chapter Eleven

  It was dark when Gavin woke up. For a moment, he was confused. He blinked his eyes open, noticed the time on the clock, and simultaneously registered that Dale’s arm was draped over him. It was after midnight.

  He was too warm. Dale was a furnace. The man’s body temperature ran high. It occurred to him that Paige had always been warm too. Perhaps grizzly shifters ran hotter than ninety-eight point six.

  The events of the previous day slammed back at him in rapid succession. Paige had been abducted. The Arcadian Council had come. Dale had pulled some slick computer moves to find her.

  And then the panic. Added heat rushed up Gavin’s face as he remembered his total meltdown over the fear that his mind would be wiped of all things Paige…and Dale.

  Dale.

  The man had taken control when they got to the apartment and dominated Gavin in a manner he had never experienced before. What did it mean? It had been amazing. The best sex of Gavin’s life hands down. Surprisingly he’d been eager and willing to take his lover into his ass, and it had sucked the air out of his lungs. So much more intense than just jacking each other off or exchanging blowjobs.

  Had Dale never experienced the same thing? He said he didn’t bottom. Ever. He’d made that clear the first night they were together. But Gavin had to wonder if Dale wasn’t seriously missing out if he never let a man inside him like that.

  Gavin flushed further, biting down on his lower lip to avoid making any sound. He’d so easily submitted to this enormous man at his back. He’d allowed him to spank him. And he’d liked it.

  Was he a total pervert? He’d always realized other men took charge with him. He knew he was more of a bottom than a top. But what did it say about him that he’d bent over and let a man punish him with his palm?

  Suddenly, Gavin felt too confined. He needed to get out from under Dale. He needed space to think and regroup. Carefully, he lifted Dale’s arm and slid out from his embrace. Dale sighed into the pillow and rolled onto his belly, but didn’t awaken.

  Gavin stared down at him for several moments, taking in his powerful physique. He wasn’t just tall and large, but strong and commanding. His presence filled a room.

  Gavin couldn’t catch his breath. He needed to escape. He quietly rummaged around in his room, found some clothes, and tiptoed back to the living room. As if there were a fire, he tugged his jeans and shirt on, slid his feet into his boots, and grabbed his leather jacket.

  His only goal was to get out of the apartment and feel the wind against his skin. It was the reason he owned the Chieftain. When he rode, he felt alive. Free. Happy. He needed that right now.

  Ten minutes after waking, he was outside, throwing his leg over the bike, and starting it up. Ten minutes after that, he was on the highway heading east. He didn’t have a plan other than to put some distance between himself and the events of the last sixteen hours.

  He knew Paige was in good hands. He wasn’t worried about Dale either. The man would wake up, find himself alone, and make his way to his own home. Would he be mad? Gavin didn’t think so. He wasn’t the type to get angry. The reality was he would probably be relieved to avoid facing Gavin after the intensity of the evening.

  Gavin drove for an hour. Halfway between Silvertip and Calgary he pulled off the main road and stopped on a side road. He shut off the bike and paced next to it. His mind wandered in so many different directions he couldn’t seem to settle on any one train of thought.

  No matter how forcefully Dale tried to convince Gavin he was no threat to the Arcadian Council, Gavin had his doubts. Were they looking for him even now? They would want to question him at the very least. He wasn’t ready for that.

  And what about the bigger picture? Gavin had lived in the closet his entire life. He’d known he was gay for as long as he could remember. He’d also been hiding for the same length of time. This week was the first time in his life he’d essentially been out. Not by his own choice exactly, but because there was no way to hide his sexuality from the shifters in the community.

  Everyone knew he’d been seeing Dale all week. Everyone also knew Dale was gay. Even if they couldn’t somehow sense Gavin was homosexual, they could put two and two together.

  It had been a refreshing week. He’d learned a lot about himself and felt more comfortable in his skin than he ever had. After a ten-year pact with his best friend, she’d moved on. She didn’t need him anymore. Perhaps it was time for him to man up and own his life too. If Paige could let Wyatt into her world and confess her deepest secrets, what did it say about Gavin that he still wanted to remain hidden?

  Now was the perfect time to grow a spine. Any day now his parents would find out Paige had a new boyfriend. Their bubble was about to burst on any plans they had for the future where Paige was concerned. Logically, now was as good a time as any to lower the boon.

  He tipped his head back, rubbed his forehead, and stared at the sky. So peaceful. The universe had no idea a storm was brewing down below.

  It was suddenly imperative that Gavin speak to his parents before he spoke to the council members. The thought of the foreboding duo of George and Henry made him wince. Whatever he was going to say to his parents, he wanted it to be the truth as he’d known it for twenty-four years, not the new reality possibly planted in his mind from a species of shifters most humans had no knowledge of.

  Gavin glanced around. For the first time in his
life, he wished he could shift like Paige or Gavin or Wyatt or any of the other people he’d met that week. What would it feel like to change forms and run free across the land? Let loose and race on four paws. Freeing. Uninhibited. He wanted to know that feeling.

  But alas, he was a human, and no matter what he wanted, it was against Arcadian law for him to be transformed into a shifter. It was intriguing to know it was even possible, and ever since he’d learned that detail, he’d had fleeting thoughts of transitioning.

  Would it change anything? He was so much more comfortable with the Arthurs, the Tarbens, and other citizens of Silvertip. It would be so easy to slide into a new life in that small town and become one of them. But it would never happen, so he needed to shake the idea from his mind.

  Once again, he slid his eyes closed and allowed himself to remember the feel of Dale’s palm against his ass. It was still warm and sore from the contact. His tight hole was also deliciously raw. The slight pain served as a reminder that Dale had so thoroughly dominated him in every sense. He couldn’t permit himself to consider what that meant for the future.

  He ran a hand through his hair, unable to chase away the image of Dale ramming into him. He hadn’t seen anything but the comforter, and even that was fuzzy since his vision had blurred the moment Dale touched his forbidden hole. He’d known what was going to happen, and he’d craved it with every fiber of his being.

  He wasn’t ashamed of taking Dale inside him. It was instinctive. Natural. Part of who he was. But the dominance… And the fact that it had been so arousing… Thoughts for another time, he reminded himself, shaking the vision from his head and turning around.

  Suddenly, he knew. It was clear as day. He needed to go to his parents, tell them he was gay, deal with whatever that meant, and move on with his life. Until he did so, he couldn’t truly be alive. No matter what the outcome, he needed to face this hurdle first. A sense of urgency overwhelmed him, and he swung his leg back over his bike and started the engine.