Phoenix Found (Brothers of Fire #5)

Chapter 33

Chapter Thirty-Three

Oliver’s blood ran hot, even though he’d just shifted, this time with lust, not the need to shift. He pulled his pants on quickly, hoping Dalmon didn’t notice his erection. All he wanted was to go inside and crawl into bed and onto Perrin.

He ran his fingers through his hair, capturing the long strands into a braid. “I might go in and have a shower because I’m covered in ash.”

The excuse sounded weak, even to his ears.

Dalmon laughed. “Go.”

Oliver blushed. Was it obvious what he wanted?

He didn’t stop to ask; instead, he rushed inside and ran up the stairs, hoping that Perrin was awake.

Perrin was sitting up in bed, laptop resting on his knees. He glanced up, lips curving. “Good fly?”

“Yes.” He shut the door and locked it.

Perrin closed the laptop and placed it on the bedside table. “I waited up.”

Oliver stalked towards him, climbed onto the bed, crawled over Perrin’s legs, and kissed him. Perrin pulled him closer, his hands cupping Oliver’s ass as his tongue dipped into his mouth.

Oliver didn’t bother holding back the moan that formed on his lips.

“Are you that needy?”

“Yes. It’s like the weirdest buzz. A post-shift rush and all I want to do is get you naked,” he said against Perrin’s lips, as he tried to grind against him despite the blankets between them.

“I am naked.” He grinned and flipped Oliver onto his back, dragging his pants off and tossing them onto the floor. He moved over him, caging him with his body. “And now you are.”

He rolled his hips, his cock dragging against Oliver’s.

He could grab them and jerk them both off, but he wanted so much more. Perrin had been holding back. “I want you to fuck me, or I can fuck you. Or both…”

He just needed…more.

Perrin kissed him. “Lube is under the pillow.”

Oliver stared at him, sure that he had misheard. “You’re agreeing?”

“Should I not be?”

“No, you should be.” He needed to stop questioning it. “Why now?”

“I can’t refuse you when you’re all wild-eyed and hot-skinned and looking at me like you aren’t sure if you want to fuck me or eat me.”

Oliver grinned. With every shift, the old fears fell away, and it became easier to find who he was and to know what he wanted. And even if it only lasted for a little while after the shift, he was embracing it. “Maybe I want to do both.”

He tugged Perrin’s hips, needing to taste him and hoping he’d take the hint.

He did. Moving over him until his cock brushed Oliver’s lips. Oliver licked the head, tracing the crown with his tongue before gripping Perrin’s hips and encouraging him to fuck his mouth.

His asshole clenched in anticipation. What would it feel like in him?

He sucked as Perrin thrust, only giving him half. Pre-cum coated his tongue, and he groaned, wanting more.

Perrin rocked back, his dick almost close enough to lick. “Do you want me to fuck you or keep going?”

Both .

He knew what Perrin tasted like. “Fuck me.”

Perrin reached beneath the pillow and pulled out the lube. He slicked his cock right over Oliver’s face, which was some kind of torture. “Do you want to roll over?”

“I want to see you.” He half expected Perrin to refuse, but he didn’t.

He settled between Oliver’s legs and circled his hole with two slick fingers. Teasing as if Oliver wasn’t burning up, his dick already leaking pre-cum on his belly.

He rocked his hips, trying to make Perrin to fuck him with his fingers. Anything at this point. “I’m literally going to burst into flames if you do not?—”

The rest of his words were a moan as Perrin pressed both fingers into him, stretching his hole. He let his head fall back as if he no longer cared about watching, only feeling.

His body moved as if it knew what to do, and then Perrin stopped.

Oliver gasped at the loss, but then the thick blunt head of Perrin’s cock pressed against his hole…

And sank into him.

He sucked in a breath. It was too much and not enough. Perrin lifted Oliver’s hips, fucking him so slow that Oliver felt every single vein and ridge. Perrin’s cock grazed over something sensitive .

“Oh…”

He slowed. “Too much?”

“Keep going. You feel so good.” But if Perrin kept going, he’d come, and then he wouldn’t be able to fuck Perrin. “Ugh. I want to fuck you.”

He was being greedy.

“You want me to ride your cock?” Perrin’s thrusts punctuated each word.

“Yes. Please. Will you?” His words were breathy.

Perrin pulled out.

Which was the worst possible outcome, as now he was too empty instead of being too full.

He slicked Oliver’s dick with lube and moved over him, angling Oliver’s cock straight into him. Oliver ran his hands up Perrin’s thighs and gripped his hips as Perrin sank down.

Oliver didn’t recognize the sound that came out of his mouth as he was enveloped in the tight heat of Perrin’s ass. Perrin rode him, looking as if he were made to ride dick. He was all pale skin, golden hair, and glittering eyes.

His skin rippled, and Oliver sensed the change as though Perrin were a little wilder, a little hungrier.

“Fuck.” Perrin stilled, breathing hard as though fighting for control.

“Lose control and stretch for me,” Oliver murmured.

Perrin closed his eyes and clenched his jaw. Still not moving, his body tense with the need for control.

“Show me what you’ve never given anyone else.” This was why Perrin liked the glory hole. No one ever saw the effect lust had on him.

He covered Oliver’s hands with his as if to stop him from pulling away as his skin rippled. His fingers lengthened, and his nails became claws. With a snarl, Perrin gave in. His back hunched, and long, pointed spines pushed through his skin. His jaw became bigger, his teeth sharper, and he rode Oliver faster, his dick bobbing with every movement.

He was so pretty.

Lethal moonlight.

His.

The need to cum twisted in Oliver’s belly. He thrust up, gripping his ghoul’s hips as he slammed into him. With a gasp, he came, dick pulsing, not sure if he was breathing.

He’d barely finished, but Perrin was pulling off. He lifted Oliver’s legs onto his shoulders and thrust into his ass in one hard stroke.

Oh. My. God. He was dead.

Still caught in the wash of pleasure, only now he was full of dick, and this time there was nothing gentle about the way Perrin fucked him.

Perrin leaned over him, claws digging into the pillow next to his head, moonlight catching on the spines. Oliver grabbed his blonde hair and kissed him, not caring that his mouth was big enough to devour his entire head, that his teeth were like razors for tearing through flesh.

Perrin paused for a heartbeat before parting his lips and returning the kiss, his tongue fucking his mouth, while his cock was fucking his ass. He was going to come again. That place inside of him that Perrin hit with every thrust, made him shudder and moan with pleasure.

Perrin growled and stilled, his cock pulsing as he spilled, and Oliver was sure those ridges on the side were pressing into him and the head of his cock broadening inside of him as though to stay there until Perrin was ready to release him.

Perrin gazed at him, his eyes all sharp-hunger. “Did I hurt you?”

“No.” Oliver’s heart was beating fast and unsteady, and every drop of desire had been wrung from him, leaving him boneless. He placed his hand on Perrin’s cheek. “It was perfect.”

He couldn’t have imagined it, so it was everything he wanted and more.

“I’m not used to this,” Perrin said, his voice lower and rougher in this form.

“Neither am I.”

“I mean, being seen and touched like this.”

“Same.” Oliver agreed.

“I should—” He moved slightly as if to pull away. The wide head of his cock dragging against Oliver’s insides.

“Ugh.”

Perrin paused. “Is that hurting?”

It wasn’t. But he wasn’t ready for this to be over.

“Why don’t you wait a few more moments?” He definitely needed that shower now. “Unless you are super uncomfortable.”

Perrin glanced away. “I’m not sure how I feel about it.”

“Did I do something wrong?”

“No, you are perfect. It’s going to take time for me time to get used to someone looking at me like this and wanting me.”

Oliver grinned. “There was something very hot about you losing control while I fucked you.” He’d made Perrin lose control, and he was the only one who’d ever witnessed it. “And then when you were…” He bit his lip, not wanting to admit how hot Perrin was fucking him while all spines and teeth and claws.

Perrin stared at him as if he’d lost his mind. “I’m beginning to think you prefer this form.”

“I mean, there is a certain something, but the claws and the long fingers…”

Perrin laughed and kissed him. He moved as if to whisper in Oliver’s ear, but instead, he growled. “You want me to eat you, mon petit ousieau?”

A shiver ran through Oliver’s body, but instead of making his blood run cold it was a thread of heat that went straight to his dick.

“If you do that again, I may not let you out of bed.” He was only half-joking because he was already half-hard.