Bailey Bradford - Southwestern Shifters 08 - Revenge Read Online Free PDF Page A

Maarten pulled his fingers out of both orifices and added some of his own saliva to the fingers Casey’d suckled. He covered his cock with the mix then pressed the tip to Casey’s hole. “Let me in.”
Casey mewled when the head breached his opening. It had to hurt, at least burn, but Casey shoved back, pushing from his arms and taking in half of Maarten’s length.
“Ungh, oh gawd,” Casey rasped. “Fuck me, fuck me, please!”
Maarten was nothing if not obliging. He took Casey by the hip and shoulder and pounded away into his ass. His balls slapped against Casey’s, a not altogether unpleasant stinging contact as he thrust.
Casey wasn’t the quiet sort, yelping and cursing, clawing at the side of the building. Maarten just held onto him and fucked him hard enough to bring Casey to his toes more than once.
“Coming,” Casey gasped, then Maarten felt it, the rapid tightening of those inner walls around his dick. He shoved in deep, growling and licking Casey’s neck as his cock bottomed out. Casey’s ass milked him like a pro, pulling the cum right out of his shaft. “Oh man, that was good. Really, really good,” Casey said moments later once his breathing had slowed some. “Haven’t had it like that in ages. Thanks.”
Maarten hoped Casey was done with the gratitude, because frankly it was ruining Maarten’s afterglow. “Can you stand on your own?” What the hell, his afterglow had been extinguished when Casey had described the sex as ‘good’. Even ‘really good’ couldn’t make up for being anything short of awesome. The fact that Maarten had felt they were being watched should have been an additional stimulant, but somehow he just felt old and dirty.
“Yeah, I can.” Casey grunted as he bent to pull up his pants. “I’m going to be feeling that for a while.” He looked over his shoulder at Maarten. “If I’m wrong, and you and Ryder don’t fuck, or don’t fuck often enough to suit you, don’t hesitate to give me a holler. I’ll treat you right.”
That was the second reference to this Ryder fellow, and also the second about Maarten and Ryder fucking. Maarten’s curiosity was piqued. “What makes you think me and this Ryder will be doing any such thing together?”
Casey hitched a shoulder up and grinned. “Just seems like you two are going to clash, you being all”—he waved a hand at Maarten—“European and kind of snooty, and Ryder being, well, Ryder. Usually when there’s a clashing of tempers, fucking makes it all better.”
“O-okay,” Maarten drawled, thinking he’d obviously picked an odd one to fuck. Still, Casey had been delightful, right up until that ‘good’ comment.
“Come on. I better give you a tour here. I’m not quite off shift yet.” Casey glanced around. “I hope no one saw us—and that we were out of the camera’s view. I think we were.”
“Camera?”
Casey pointed. “Yeah, see? Marcus had them installed all over. Makes it hard to slack off.”
Maarten thought about asking Casey why he’d want to slack off. It should have been an honour for him to be one of Alpha Anax Marcus’ guards. Casey looked around as if he weren’t worried about getting caught and Maarten decided then and there that he had no desire to get involved any further with the man. Yes, he had forgotten about Casey saying he wouldn’t be done with his job until later, and now he regretted giving in to the impulse to fuck the guard. Maarten didn’t know Marcus well, but he seemed to be a decent Alpha Anax and his guards should not be slacking off, even if it was to be fucked by someone as hot as Maarten.
“Had you reminded me that you were still working, we wouldn’t have fucked,” Maarten felt compelled to say.
Casey blushed and averted his gaze. “I usually have more control. I’ll tell Marcus I screwed up—”
“No, don’t. That could make for awkward relations between our packs. Obviously I am at fault here, too.” Damn it, he hated it, but it was true. “It