rubbed against Grio's chest, playful and horny.
"All the better to manhandle you into bed."
They tumbled into the bed together, bouncing, both laughing.
"We've lost our minds, man. We're strangers locked into a weird house and we think we're tigers."
"We know we're tigers," Grio insisted, rolling over him and taking his mouth.
Fuck it--kissing was better than thinking. And Grio was damn good at it, put his whole body into it.
They rubbed together, skin and fur and muscles moving in concert.
"Want to feel you inside me," growled Grio.
Something inside him rumbled happily, and just like that he rolled Grio over, spread himself over the broad back. His teeth sank into Grio's shoulder, dug in. Grio bucked back up into him, calling out to him.
The world sharpened and he held on, hand pushing Grio's thighs apart. They spread for him. Grio's head dropping low.
"Mine." The word tore from him, and he meant it. How could he mean it? How could he mean it so fiercely?
"Yours." Grio said back, ass pushing toward him demandingly.
"Yes." He bit down again, pushing his fingers into Grio's lips.
Sucking right away, Grio pulled hard on his fingers. Yes. Yes. His eyes crossed, a deep growl bubbling up inside him.
Grio's teeth scraped his fingertips. He grabbed hold of Grio's nape with his teeth and tugged his fingers away, burying them in that sweet, tight ass. Everything in him was going on pure instinct, humanity shoved aside. Grio's body squeezed his fingers, tight around him.
He didn't waste much time on preparation. Grio wanted him and he needed in. Now.
Groaning when he pulled his fingers out of that tight ass, Grio pushed back toward him, wagging his ass enticingly. That was all the encouragement he needed. Phoenix surged forward, burying himself in a single, strong stroke. Grio roared, body rippling around his cock, fluttering.
Grio's fingers opened and closed on the sheets, low sounds coming from him. Vocalizing softly in low sounds, Phoenix moved his hips in sure, steady punches, driving into the perfect sheath. Grio pushed back to meet his thrusts, grunting as he punched in.
Over and over, their bodies met, slamming together, skin slapping. They moved faster, Grio clamping down as he pulled out, making the hot body drag all along his skin.
"Yes..." he hissed, fingers sliding down to twist with Grio's. Grio's grip was strong, holding him as surely as that ass gripped his cock.
Their thrusts slowed, became deeper, harder, the bed groaning beneath them.
"Phoenix..." His name sounded like a plea.
"Mmm..." His words were gone, dissolved into needy growls.
He moved, changing his angle, and Grio clamped down tight on him, roaring. His own roar tore from him and things got intense. They drove together, biting and growling and rolling on the mattress.
In the end, he wrapped his teeth around Grio's nape, biting hard enough to break the skin. Grio roared again, squeezing him as Grio came, the scent of spunk filling his nose. That drew his own climax, his spine feeling like it was going to snap as he shot deep inside Grio.
He collapsed onto Grio, who held his weight without complaint, slowly lowering them to the bed. The whispers of worry tried to make themselves known again, but the scent of Grio was almost enough to quell them.
As if Grio knew, he squeezed, body rippling around Phoenix's cock.
"Napping time," murmured Grio.
"Napping." He growled softly, nuzzling the dark red hair. He loved the scent of Grio, it fascinated him.
Grio reached back, big hand wrapping around his hip and keeping him right there.
His cock slipped free and suddenly he was heavy, boneless, and he dragged his rough tongue over his mate's shoulder. Grio shifted beneath him, fur stunning, covering pure muscle. Making a low noise, Grio rested.
Phoenix moved around until he found a sunbeam from the skylights, then let his eyes close. Nap. Nap. Nap.
At this moment, nothing else mattered.
Chapter 3
Grio woke as his tiger, still curled
"All the better to manhandle you into bed."
They tumbled into the bed together, bouncing, both laughing.
"We've lost our minds, man. We're strangers locked into a weird house and we think we're tigers."
"We know we're tigers," Grio insisted, rolling over him and taking his mouth.
Fuck it--kissing was better than thinking. And Grio was damn good at it, put his whole body into it.
They rubbed together, skin and fur and muscles moving in concert.
"Want to feel you inside me," growled Grio.
Something inside him rumbled happily, and just like that he rolled Grio over, spread himself over the broad back. His teeth sank into Grio's shoulder, dug in. Grio bucked back up into him, calling out to him.
The world sharpened and he held on, hand pushing Grio's thighs apart. They spread for him. Grio's head dropping low.
"Mine." The word tore from him, and he meant it. How could he mean it? How could he mean it so fiercely?
"Yours." Grio said back, ass pushing toward him demandingly.
"Yes." He bit down again, pushing his fingers into Grio's lips.
Sucking right away, Grio pulled hard on his fingers. Yes. Yes. His eyes crossed, a deep growl bubbling up inside him.
Grio's teeth scraped his fingertips. He grabbed hold of Grio's nape with his teeth and tugged his fingers away, burying them in that sweet, tight ass. Everything in him was going on pure instinct, humanity shoved aside. Grio's body squeezed his fingers, tight around him.
He didn't waste much time on preparation. Grio wanted him and he needed in. Now.
Groaning when he pulled his fingers out of that tight ass, Grio pushed back toward him, wagging his ass enticingly. That was all the encouragement he needed. Phoenix surged forward, burying himself in a single, strong stroke. Grio roared, body rippling around his cock, fluttering.
Grio's fingers opened and closed on the sheets, low sounds coming from him. Vocalizing softly in low sounds, Phoenix moved his hips in sure, steady punches, driving into the perfect sheath. Grio pushed back to meet his thrusts, grunting as he punched in.
Over and over, their bodies met, slamming together, skin slapping. They moved faster, Grio clamping down as he pulled out, making the hot body drag all along his skin.
"Yes..." he hissed, fingers sliding down to twist with Grio's. Grio's grip was strong, holding him as surely as that ass gripped his cock.
Their thrusts slowed, became deeper, harder, the bed groaning beneath them.
"Phoenix..." His name sounded like a plea.
"Mmm..." His words were gone, dissolved into needy growls.
He moved, changing his angle, and Grio clamped down tight on him, roaring. His own roar tore from him and things got intense. They drove together, biting and growling and rolling on the mattress.
In the end, he wrapped his teeth around Grio's nape, biting hard enough to break the skin. Grio roared again, squeezing him as Grio came, the scent of spunk filling his nose. That drew his own climax, his spine feeling like it was going to snap as he shot deep inside Grio.
He collapsed onto Grio, who held his weight without complaint, slowly lowering them to the bed. The whispers of worry tried to make themselves known again, but the scent of Grio was almost enough to quell them.
As if Grio knew, he squeezed, body rippling around Phoenix's cock.
"Napping time," murmured Grio.
"Napping." He growled softly, nuzzling the dark red hair. He loved the scent of Grio, it fascinated him.
Grio reached back, big hand wrapping around his hip and keeping him right there.
His cock slipped free and suddenly he was heavy, boneless, and he dragged his rough tongue over his mate's shoulder. Grio shifted beneath him, fur stunning, covering pure muscle. Making a low noise, Grio rested.
Phoenix moved around until he found a sunbeam from the skylights, then let his eyes close. Nap. Nap. Nap.
At this moment, nothing else mattered.
Chapter 3
Grio woke as his tiger, still curled
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