Free Man in the Middle [Wolf Creek Pack 9] by Stormy Glenn

then began to lick his way up the shaft, chasing the large vein with his tongue as his finger slowly sank into Taylor’s asshole.
    Taylor made the strangest noise Chase had ever heard when his finger sank all of the way in. It was a mix between a keening wail and a cough. He had never heard a sound like that before, and damn if Chase didn’t want to hear it again.
    He wrapped his lips around the head of Taylor’s cock, suckling the head as he slid a second finger past the band of muscles. Taylor made the sound again, only louder this time. Chase grinned around Taylor’s thick dick, pulling his fingers all the way to the edge of Taylor’s ass, and then slammed them back in.
    Taylor cried Chase’s name as he bore down on Chase’s hand, rocking his hips erratically. Taylor was unhinged, and Chase was amazed at the glorious sight. The man was breathtaking as he gave himself over to Chase.
    As badly as Chase was fighting the mating, he knew he was addicted to the sex noises Taylor made as Chase thrust his fingers into the man’s ass once more.
    “Fuck me, fuck me, oh, gods, fuck me.” Taylor shouted a litany of words as he rode Chase’s fingers, his boy shivering on every downward thrust. The man was going buck wild, and that was exactly what Chase wanted.
    He wanted his mate to forget his anger, to forget his worries, if only for the night as Chase fucked the man into a damn coma. When he added a third finger, Taylor shot forward, grabbing Chase by the hair and pulling him off of Taylor’s cock, smashing his mouth down on Chase’s lips. The kiss was brutal, fevered, and damn if Chase wasn’t about to come from the sheer force of Taylor’s kiss.
    He pushed Taylor’s chest, knocking the man onto his back as Taylor cried out a protest.
    “Lie still,” Chase growled.
    Taylor curled his fingers into the mattress, but didn’t move a muscle. Chase jumped up as fast as he could and grabbed the packet of travel lube from his jeans. He hadn’t planned on claiming Taylor, but he was so damn glad he’d come prepared.
    Chase ripped the small packet open with his teeth and then smeared the clear gel all over his cock, adding the rest to Taylor’s tight entrance. He was going to need to buy a case of lube if Taylor’s ass was as tight as he thought it to be.
    Maybe he should invest in a twin set of butt plugs.
    Chase groaned at the thought. Fuck, he wanted Justin here so badly that he almost whimpered. Just the thought of having both men in bed with him was enough to shoot Chase close to the edge.
    Chase grabbed Taylor’s legs, tossing them over his arms as he scooted closer, the blunt head of his cock pressing at his mate’s hole. He knew he shouldn’t be doing this. Chase knew he shouldn’t claim his mate. It was too dangerous, too risky, but fuck if he could stop now. Chase was so worked up that small spurts of pre-cum shot from the head of his cock.
    Fuck, that had never happened before.
    Chase gripped Taylor’s thighs as he locked eyes with his mate, Taylor lying there looking gloriously debauched. Chase inched his way forward, feeling the head of his cock pop past the ring and then he was in.
    “Oh, fuck.” Chase groaned.
    Taylor’s ass was so fucking tight that it was like an iron fist around Chase’s cock. Sweat began to trickle down his face as he fought the urge to ram home. Taylor locked his legs around Chase and pulled him loser, humping his hips.
    “Fuck me!” he demanded.
    Chase pulled out until just the head of his dick remained encased in Taylor’s ass. He glanced down and almost lost his grip on Taylor’s legs when he saw the way the man’s puckered hole pulse around his cock.
    “Gods, just look at you, at us.”
    “Chase!” Taylor wailed, and Chase suddenly realized that while he was looking at the most beautiful sight on earth, Taylor was slowly going out of his mind. Chase flexed his hips and slammed back into Taylor.
    “Is that what you want, baby?” Chase panted as he slammed home