The Purring Billionaires Playt - Marcy Jacks

Billionaire Alphas 1

The Purring Billionaire's Plaything Will Morrison is down on his luck. On the verge of being evicted into the cold, he's about to do something he never thought he would do, have sex for money. The man who comes to pick him up, and saves him from some very rough bill collectors, is none other than Leon Nathanial Black, Will's former high school sweetheart, and the man who took everything from him. He's been the one Will has been speaking to online all this time, and he never knew it. Now, Leon is here to take what's his. Leon has always been an alpha lion shifter, but he only became a billionaire after years of

coldhearted business tactics. The one thing he could never buy was a chance to have the man who broke his heart. Now he has him. Will can choose to live on the streets, or give Leon the thing he's always wanted, but could never have —Will's body. Genre: Alternative (M/M, Gay), Paranormal, Shape-shifter Length: 35,286 words

THE BILLIONAIRE’S PLAYTHING Billionaire Alphas 1

Marcy Jacks

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Table of Contents Title Page Copyright Page Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven About the Author

THE BILLIONAIRE’S PLAYTHING Billionaire Alphas 1 MARCY JACKS Copyright © 2016

Chapter One Will Morrison was hungry. He had one egg left in his fridge, some wilting lettuce in one of those pre-made plastic bags, and the end piece of bread left over in the freezer. With a tiny bit of oil, he could fry up the egg and make a small sandwich. There were also some packs of chicken noodle soup in his cupboard. They were supposed to just make a single cup’s worth, but he’d learned to stretch those things out for two soups instead of one. He’d have to do that if he wanted anything to eat tomorrow. He should be

able to add some rice to it to make it a little more hearty, then he could at least get some calories into him. He’d had to learn the hard way how to make money and food last longer. Sometimes this meant eating things that were a day or two past expiry, but it was doable. Hell, he’d learned how to make pretty decent meals with just a dollar per meal, thanks to watching YouTube videos and reading every blog he could about stretching money. The problem was that he had zero dollars in his account at the moment. His credit cards were stretched to the max, and they wanted their minimum payments, and when he told Mrs. Earig

that he didn’t have her rent yet, he was fairly sure she was going to toss him out on his ass. Will sighed, and he reached for the egg. He prepared his sandwich on the plug-in burner, then mixed his soup mix with hot water from the kettle. He ate his sandwich and watered down soup with plain rice, and at least he felt a little better when he was done. He wished there was more to eat, but he didn’t want to risk that he wouldn’t have anything else to eat in the coming days. The TV was gone. Will sold it, so he sat in front of his window, watched the gray sky, and really hoped it wouldn’t snow.

He’d come to rent his room under less than ideal circumstances. Mrs. Earig had wanted someone who would pay on time, with cash, and she hadn’t asked for first and last month’s rent. In return, Will, desperate as he was, hadn’t signed any lease. She could throw him out, even in the snow, and there wasn’t a damned thing he could do about it. He looked around his sparse room for anything else he could sell. The TV was easy to get rid of, but he hadn’t gotten much for it since used TVs were a bitch to sell. The fifty dollars he’d managed to get for it had seemed like a life saver at the time. Enough to pacify Mrs. Earig for another few days.

He got all his information from the Internet, anyway. He got rid of his phone and traded it for a cheaper pay as you go, and he cut his Internet connection when he realized he could reach the Starbucks free Internet across the street. That helped with his bills, at least. He had a watch on his wrist, but that was his dad’s. The last thing he had since… He didn’t want to think about that. It was a gold Rolex. Maybe he could do something with it, but God, he didn’t want to part with it. The worst was when he’d had to get rid of his dog. He’d loved Sam, and he

hadn’t wanted to get rid of him. But a German Shepherd was too big for a bachelor apartment, too much money to feed, and it was only after a long sleepless night, with Sam cuddling in bed with him like the little daddy’s boy he was, that Will came to the conclusion that if he couldn’t feed himself, how could he feed his dog? It was damn near animal abuse to keep him. He had to get rid of him, and Will’s hand had shook when he’d taken the hundred dollars. He hadn’t expected anyone to pay that much. Some guy in a suit had come for him, said something about wanting a good dog for his kids,

and handed over the money. Will had been shocked, hating himself for being grateful for the cash, and at the same time, fighting back tears as his dog was loaded into the van, then stared at Will out the window as it drove away. His chest still ached thinking about that. It was for the best. Will had asked all the right questions. The guy had a big backyard, and he made enough money to see to Sam’s yearly vet bills. Will liked to comfort himself with that. He couldn’t get rid of his computer, but as he looked at it, the laptop was a little too fancy. Maybe he could trade it

in for something a little less…over the top. What he could do for programming on a basic computer, however, was a mystery. The game he was designing was mediocre at best, the graphics garbage, and there was no story. He was hoping to make a zombie sandbox game. If he could get a little cash for that, it would help. But by the time he saw any money from it, it would be well over a year from now, and that was way too late to do anything about Mrs. Earig. Will already knew calling his father wouldn’t help. He’d called when he got desperate, when he had to give up Sam.

Of course the man didn’t return his calls or emails. He had no idea what he was going to do anymore, and it was stressing him out. Will leaned over in his chair. He looked at all the letters on his coffee table. The one he’d found being tossed away downstairs six months ago. Most of them were from Mrs. Earig. She had a great big red stamp she liked to use that said Final Notice in big red letters. She did this to him all the time now, and he shoved the letters off the table. He needed money and he needed it now. A knock sounded at his door. Speak of the devil.

“Billy Morrison! I know you’re in there! You said you would have my money this morning and it’s six PM!” He couldn’t answer the door. Will’s hands shook. He hated himself so much right now. The pounding knock persisted. “I’m not waiting one more day! This is the second month you’ve done this to me!” He knew that. He knew that. He wasn’t doing this on purpose. Did she think he liked being like this? Being despised for being unable to keep his promises? She pounded with her fist some more, and Will cringed. Please just go away. Go away, just for

one more night. He waited, listening carefully for the sound of her huff and then her feet. Will got up from his seat, carefully padding his way over to the peephole. He peered out. The elevator doors opened for her, and just before she stepped onto it, her gray brows pulled together in a frown, and she looked over to his door. Will leaned away from the peephole. Shit. Had she seen him? Could she see if someone was watching her like that? Will sucked back enough courage to check again. She was getting on the elevator. Will sighed only when the doors were closed and she was gone.

He couldn’t do this anymore. He couldn’t hide like this and hope she wouldn’t come after him with any of her nephews. Will had seen them. They were big guys, and they didn’t seem to think it was cute that Will was having trouble making his payments. Supposedly they were wolf shifters, too. Pretty much everyone in the building was scared of them. Will sank down to the floor, and for the first time, lifted his knees and curled his arms around them. He pressed his eyes to them to hold back the burn. The paycheque he was expected to get for serving those fries and flipping burgers wouldn’t be enough. It wasn’t

enough and he was terrified of what would happen to him if he had to live in the streets. His dad liked to tell him about all the things that happened to openly gay men who were stuck in homeless shelters. He couldn’t risk it. He couldn’t. Will lifted his face, scrubbed his hand over it, and then rushed back to his computer. He opened up his account and checked in on the name he’d put up. There were four options already open to him. Four people who were willing to pay him money for sex. Will hadn’t responded yet, but now… It would just be an hour, maybe two

that he’d have to stick around for. The money would be worth it. He could get Mrs. Earig off his back and work on his game. He could get back on his feet. He just needed a little more money and time. That’s all he needed. He picked out the profile description that seemed the least perverted. Two of them were shifters, but he couldn’t go with either of them. It was too much of a reminder of Leon. And Leo was the reason why he was in this situation to begin with. Fuck him. Will typed up his response, asking when they wanted to meet. Big_Boi88. All the usernames were like that. All not very good references to

their dicks. The reply was shockingly prompt. Can pick you up now if you want. Will’s heart pounded in his chest. His breathing picked up and he was having trouble controlling himself. He could feel sweat starting to build on his brow and back. He almost didn’t reply, but then he looked back at his door, thinking of Mrs. Earig downstairs, getting the spare keys, and her nephews to kick his ass for not paying her. Can meet you right now. Can you pick me up? Will didn’t have a car. He’d had to sell that a long time ago.

Again, the response was prompt. Be there in 15. Will stared at the screen. And he honestly struggled to keep from freaking out. He’d done it. He’d done it and now he had fifteen minutes to get ready. Will looked down at himself. He’d sent that email off in a panic, he didn’t take into account the fact that he looked like a total mess. He was going to need a shower. Probably after the deed was done, too. He rushed to his feet and jumped into his tiny bathroom. There was no tub, just a standing shower. He squeezed into it and let the hot water hit his head and body. He soaped up, rinsed, and got out

fast. He dressed in his best jeans and shirt, meaning the ones that were still clean. He packed up his laptop and phone in his bag. Just in case Mrs. Earig did come back with her nephews, he didn’t want them to see his computer and take it for compensation. For some paranoid reason, he also grabbed the last of the chicken noodle soup mix from his cupboard and threw that into his bag, too. He looked out his peep hole to make sure it was safe, then left his apartment. He locked up, opting to take the stairs instead of the elevator. He only lived on the third floor anyway, so it wasn’t that bad.

When he made it to the first floor, he carefully opened the door, checking to make sure there was no one there. He hissed and pulled back, barely avoiding being seen by Mrs. Earig and hew nephews as they got into the elevator. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He was so screwed. He didn’t step out until he was positive they were gone, heading up to the third floor. He hoped they didn’t trash his apartment and throw his clothes out onto the curb. Maybe when he came back with some money, they’d be a little more forgiving. Suddenly not thinking this was such a bad idea, Will hurried out of the lobby

and into the cold. He hoped he’d given clear directions, because if his ride wasn’t here by the time they came back down, he was majorly screwed. He stood out in the cold. It was a damp cold. His thin jacket wasn’t doing much against it, and the fact that his hair was still a little wet wasn’t making things any easier either. Will crossed his arms, trying to contain some body heat as he searched the busy street. A lot of back traffic came down here. The building he lived in used to be prime real estate, and it kind of still was since it was so close to everything. Mrs. Earig might be able to charge a lot more than she already did if

she kept the place clean and got rid of the bugs on the top floor. “Come on. Come on,” he said. “Hey, there you are!” Will spun around. He tried to, anyway. The back of his jacket was grabbed in a big, meaty fist, and he was yanked back, facing one of Mrs. Earig’s big, mean nephews. Will swallowed. They were so close their noses actually touched. The fact that those big, sharp teeth were out, long and pointed, and the smell of his breath being so rancid, didn’t help Will from keeping any of his limited bravery. “Hum, hey Bones.” Will didn’t know the guy’s real name.

He insisted everyone call him Bones without telling anyone why. Will thought it was so the tenants could use their imaginations when it came to trying to figure out why he wanted to be called that. “You owe my auntie some rent. Lots of it, actually.” Will raised his hands. “I know. I definitely know that, trust me. I’m just going to get it now and I’m coming right back.” “Bullshit. You’re taking off.” Will sucked back a sharp breath when he felt his toes leave the ground. Oh Christ. Bones was lifting him up by the scruff of his neck with one hand.

His fear tactics were totally working. “I’m not taking off. I’m not. I have nowhere else to go. I live here,” Will said. “I think you’re a lying piece of—” “Is there a problem here?” Will blinked. At first he didn’t think the voice was talking to him or to Bones, but then Bones looked over Will’s shoulder, and he sneered. “You a little far from home, pal? This ain’t none of your damned business.” Will tried to look behind him, to see who was risking themselves to say that, but Bones had too strong a grip on him. It was just a matter of time before his brothers got down here and realized

what was going on. “I’ll pay what he owes, and you will give him to me.” Will tensed. What did that guy just say? He tried to look again, but Bones did him a favour and turned him around, forcing him to have a look at the other man. And all the blood in Will’s body drained into his feet. His body went colder than the ice on the sidewalk. What the fuck? No. No fucking way was Leon Nathaniel Black standing right there, in an expensive black Italian suit, standing in the wet snow that had just started to fall, right in front of a sleek

Mercedes limo. It was so damned dramatic and horrifying that Will honestly didn’t know what to do with himself. He got a moment of tunnel vision, and he thought passing out would be a blessing in that moment. Nope. Didn’t happen. Bones growled, a deep, scary noise that came from the depths of his throat and chest. Will yelped when the shifter used all his strength to throw Will down onto the patch of ice that turned out to be a thin layer of ice over a deeper puddle. Will sucked back a breath as he was instantly soaked in dirty ice water. He scrambled to get to his feet, to get

out of the ice. Bone pressed his boot down onto Will’s stomach, holding him down. “That’s enough.” “Fuck you, this is none of your business and I’ll say when it’s enough.” The pedestrians around all started to cross the street at the disturbance Bones was making with the guy in the suit, and Will was so embarrassed he wanted to crawl into a hole and die. Preferably a hole that was much dryer and warmer than the one he was in right now. “I said I can pay you what he owes.” Bones went tense when Leon reached into his back pocket, but instead of

pulling out a weapon, he pulled out a wallet. From within that wallet, came a stack of green bills so thick Will forgot all about the cold he was sitting in. The heavy foot that pressed onto his gut pulled back. Will grunted. He’d hardly realized how much that pressure on his stomach had hurt until just then. He rolled out of the puddle, holding his stomach. He looked up just as Bones smiled a smile that made Will shiver. And it definitely had nothing to do with the cold. “How about I take that cash and kick your ass for getting in my business. Do you have any idea who you’re messing

with?” Leon lowered the hand of cash. “Do you?” Will cringed. It was lucky as hell Bones’s brothers weren’t down here to help him teach Leon a lesson. Otherwise, he wasn’t sure the other man would survive. However, considering what Leon had done to him, Will wasn’t too sure he’d be all that broken up if Leon did get his ass kicked. Bones didn’t like being spoken to like that, however, and he immediately took a hard swing at Leon’s face. His knuckles made contact, someone screamed in the background. It was the

sort of punch that would knock the head off a human. Leon’s head turned to the side, but he didn’t so much as fall back a step. Bones wasn’t showing any outward signs of it, but Will was willing to bet that punch had also hurt his hand. Bones was just a gamma as far as Cloud knew. Leon was an alpha. Not an alpha wolf, either. He was an alpha lion, and when he turned his golden glowing eyes back to Bones and uppercutted him, Bones flew off his feet, went into the air, and in a slow arc, came down hard on his back. Will jerked, shivering at the sight. He looked up and around, so many

frightened people were standing outside the shops where they worked. It was likely that no one would call the police. Not in this neighbourhood. And Will was too damned chicken to move. He wasn’t a shifter. He was just a human, but if he had been a shifter, it would definitely be of the poultry variety. Leon stepped over Bones’s prone body, and he dropped the stack of bills onto his chest like it was nothing. Will stared at the money, jealous, hating Leon for having it and for throwing it away like that couldn’t buy a person a year’s worth of security and food. Then Leon was looking down at him.

Will turned away from his eyes. It was too much. His blond hair was longer, but Will still saw the boy he’d been in love with in high school. He also saw the young man who took everything from him. The man was still as handsome as ever, and Will hated him for it. Leon offered his hand. Will slapped it away. “Leave me alone.” “You’re going to get sick sitting in that dirty water like that.” “I’m fine. I’m waiting for a friend.” “You mean Big Boy eighty-eight?” Will snapped his head back at Leon, his mouth dropping open.

Leon smirked at him. “Who do you think you’ve been chatting with? Now come on. I just paid for you, and I get what I pay for.”

Chapter Two He was still as handsome and boyish as he’d been when they were sixteen. There were lines under his eyes. Those eyes that Leon used to think were a pretty shade of brown, the sort that had a ring of gold around the irises. They were still pretty, he supposed. He couldn’t ever lie to himself about that. Billy Morrison still had his hold on Leon, and now it was finally going to end. He looked like a drowned rat sitting in the back seat of Leon’s limo, however. That at least helped to turn Leon’s old memories of this man into something of a

haze. It was difficult for him to understand what he’d ever thought to be so attractive about Billy now. He was so skinny. He looked fragile and maybe even a touch older than his years. “You’ve been the one chatting with me? All this time?” Leon smiled from his place on the opposite seat. “Yes.” Will smirked, then laughed wryly as he shook his head. “Damn. What were the odds that I’d ask you to come over instead of the others?” “The others were me, as well,” Leon replied. Will snapped his head back to stare at Leon. Leon shrugged.

“Did you really think so many people would be messaging you?” He frowned at the man. “How many people were you speaking with?” “How many of them were you?” Leon raised a brow. Will glared at him. “There’s no way you can say that everyone I was talking to were you. You don’t know how many people I was talking with. How many accounts were yours?” Leon saw no harm in giving him this information. “Four.” A deep, warm blush immediately coloured Will’s cheeks. Leon couldn’t help but smile. “Why? How many people were you

talking with?” Will looked away. “Ten.” He answered that a little too quickly. It made Leon smile. Will frowned. He didn’t just frown. He was glaring down at his wet knees. From all the water on his pants, he looked like he’d pissed himself. “So, you’re telling me that you’ve been messing with me this whole time? You’ve been watching me? What are you? Some kind of psycho?” Leon folded his ankle over his knee. He regarded the man in front of him. “If I was, you should probably thank me for it, considering what I just stopped from happening.”

“Whatever.” Will folded his arms, like a child. “That wolf had the scent of violence all over him. He wasn’t letting you go without a fight. I suppose that’s what happens when you don’t pay your debts.” “What do you know about debts?” Will leaned forward and sharply jabbed his finger at Leon, and immediately after, stopped, his eyes flying wide as he seemed to realize what he’d just said. That’s right. The fool. Will knew perfectly well that Leon knew what it was like to go without. Leon tried not to think about the days

when he was the one to get beat up by other alphas. When he’d come through Will’s window and sit there while Will put bandages on his face and arms. When they’d make out real quick before Will had to shove Leon out his bedroom door before his asshole father could come in and find them. They’d never had sex. Will had been too much of a good boy for that, and now that Leon had him, he was going to have him. It was the last step in getting over the man in front of him. The fact that he looked so bad was something of a help, but there was no way he was going to fuck Will when

he’d been thrown into puddle water that poodles had probably pissed in. They were silent for the rest of the ride back to his home. It took about a half an hour to get there. The only reason why Leon had been able to pick up Will so easily was because he’d already been in the area, looking around for new office buildings. It had been perfect timing when his phone went off, alerting him that he had a message from that website. Part of him never thought Will would go for it, not good, sweet little Billy. But, it seemed that anyone could be pushed into anything when they were desperate.

Leon tried not to let any guilt seep into his gut about that. It was difficult. He felt it. He looked at Will’s pathetic, pouting form, saw his wet, dirty clothes and felt a clench in his stomach and his chest. He tried not to hate himself for it. Will was currently looking out the tinted windows as they pulled up the long driveway. “This is where you live? Are you fucking serious?” “I’m always serious,” Leon replied. He pretended as if Will’s reaction meant nothing to him as he scrolled through his messages on his phone, but in truth, he felt his whiskers fighting to come out. He wanted to purr at the awe on Will’s face

as he stared at Leon’s home. Leon had once lived in a situation that was worse than the one Will currently had now. It probably shocked Will to realize that Leon had such a nice place all to himself. In truth, he rarely came here. He preferred the guest house out back, but this was about maintaining a sense of ownership and power. Will belonged to him now. For as long as he was willing to sell his soul, and Leon would be taking advantage of that. “You can stay here as long as you like.” Will turned his attention back to Leon. Leon met his eyes, and tried not to sink

into their deep brown depths. His cock was already stirring, his blood already running warm and sweetly through his veins as he imagined the man in front of him on his hands and knees, begging him for more, keening, wailing, and moaning Leon’s name. “What do you mean, staying here? What are you doing?” “I just paid very good money to have you.” “For two hours,” Will said. “And I will pay you more money for the time you spend here,” Leon said. “But for now, I don’t think you’re in any position to return home, do you?” Will’s eyes widened. He shook his

head. “This…this is crazy. What are you doing?” Leon couldn’t hold back. As the limo pulled up to the front door, he set his phone aside and leaned in close to Will’s body. Will leaned back, his bottom lip quivering as he sucked in a deep breath. Leon put his hands on either side of Will’s waist and leaned in close. He stared at that plump, lower lip, and all he could think about was how much he wanted to bite it. He pictured it in his mind. He thought about doing it right now, and all of a sudden, he could hear the sound of a beating heart. Hard and fast. It was quick and close, and Leon

realized that it was Will’s heart he was hearing. As if Will could read his damned mind or something, he was getting hot and bothered by Leon’s close proximity. Maybe, after all these years, and after everything Leon had done, was it possible that Will still held a torch for Leon, too? Good. He hoped so. Leon pressed his dry lips to Will’s. It wasn’t a kiss so much as it was just a touching of their mouths, and he heard the hitch in Will’s breath when he did it. “I’m taking what belongs to me,” he said, releasing a rumbling growl as he gripped will by the chin and crushed

their mouths together. **** Will sucked back a sharp breath when Leon covered his mouth, kissing him harder. It was a harder kiss than anyone had ever given Will in his entire life. He clenched his fists into the expensive material of that Italian suit. Will tried to push back into the leather seat but there was literally nowhere for him to go. And then he tasted the warmth of Leon’s tongue. Will melted. He melted into it and he…he could feel Leon’s knee pressing

solidly but gently against his cock. He was hard. The pressure and sensation were too much. Will was getting too hot. His body was going to…he was going too… “Mmmmgghh!” It was the only noise Will could make when he felt the pleasure overthrow everything. All his defences crashed and he did something so embarrassing that he hadn’t done it since grade school. He came in his pants. Oh God. He came in his pants and he was still coming and moaning and bucking against Leon’s knee while the man kissed him. Not a kiss. Leon was utterly owning his mouth, and Will loved it.

Leon pulled back suddenly. It was too fast. It was over too fast, and when Will opened his eyes, he swore he saw some of the lion in Leon’s eyes. His nose was changing. His blond hair was becoming shaggier around his head and pulling out of that neat and clean pony tail. Will thought he even saw some of those coarse whiskers coming through. He’d never seen Leon in his lion form before. Only in this strange place in between whenever he was angry about something. Or turned on. Will reached for the back of Leon’s head. He wanted another kiss. His body was still buzzing and he craved the

affection that was supposed to come after a physical high like that. Leon pulled back. “Until you take a shower, we’re done for now.” Will needed a few seconds for his brain to process that. “What?” Leon sighed and stepped out of the limo. There was someone standing there in a suit. It looked like he’d tried to open the door before Leon beat him to it. “You stink and I’m not fucking you until you clean up.” Leon walked off, and Will was left sitting there, mortified and feeling freezing cold all over again as that chilled air rushed into the limo, hitting his wet clothes and reminding that, yeah,

he probably did smell pretty bad. The man, the driver, offered Leon his hand. “Sir?” Leon looked up at him, and he declined taking his hand as he got out of the limo. Might as well see where Leon planned on keeping him. **** Such a mistake. Such a stupid damned mistake, and Leon couldn’t believe the way his mouth still burned. He held a hand to his lips, willing that hot and cold tingling feeling to go away. It didn’t. It got worse, and the throbbing in his cock only intensified.

He should have taken Will in the back seat, fucked him right there and let him know who was in charge, but he ran away like a coward when Will had come. What the hell was he supposed to do with that? **** Will was embarrassed as all hell to be walking down the vast, dark halls of Leon’s home. Part of him wished someone would turn some more lights on since it looked like a vampire lived here. All the curtains were shut, too. Another part of him was glad for the

darkness. It made the wet spot on his pants easier to hide with his messenger bag. The wet spot that had nothing to do with being shoved into a puddle. The driver, whom Will figured was being paid extra to act as a butler, showed him to a bedroom. A huge bedroom. “There’s a fresh change of clothes for you in the dresser until your belongings can be brought over. The bathroom is through that door.” “Whoah, wait, what? My belongings?” The man rolled his eyes, turned around, and walked out of the room. “Hey, wait a minute, what’s going on

here?” The man rounded on him, and Will got an up close and personal look at glowing eyes and teeth. Another shifter. “If you want to know so bad, take it up with Leon. I don’t know why he bothers with you, though.” The driver left, slamming the door behind him, and now Will was starting to think the man wasn’t actually a driver. He was clearly something else. And now Will was alone. As much as he wanted to sit on that incredibly large, very comfortablelooking bed, he felt gross and wet and cold, and the idea of showering up felt

really good. First, just to make sure that driver, whoever he was, wasn’t lying about the extra clothes, Will went to the dressers and closets. They weren’t filled up by any means. They were all empty, but there were some extra t-shirts hanging up, with a few pairs of jeans and shoes. The socks, underwear and boxers were all still in their plastic bags from the stores, and the clothes and shoes still had their tags on them. And the prices. Fuck, was Leon trying to rub it into Will’s face that he was loaded now? He was succeeding, and if Will wasn’t so

gross, he would’ve stayed in his own clothes. “Yeah, not going to happen,” he said to himself, then sucked it up, grabbed some clean clothes and hopped back into the shower. And this shower was nothing at all like the one he’d taken before leaving his apartment. The one good thing about his building was that the hot water never ran out. The spray nozzle was garbage, however, and what Will stood under now felt like he was getting a massage with the water pressure. There were three different shower heads, and they were all on. It felt like

heaven. Will might have been in there a little longer than he meant to be, because he jumped when he heard a fist banging on the bathroom door. “Christ, you weren’t that dirty!” Leon. Will shivered, even though he was warm down into his bones. It didn’t help that his dick was hard again at the sound of the man’s voice. God, this was going to be awkward. “I’ll be out in a minute,” he called. “Hurry up.” Will huffed. Big difference more than ten years could make. Aside from that kiss in the limo, Will wasn’t finding any hint of the man Leon used to be. He was

a totally different person, and he was mean. Will frowned. Yeah, Leon was the one who had put Will in the situation he was in now. Why the hell should Will bow and scrape to him? He didn’t ask Leon to pay off Bones like that. Just to be spiteful, Will took another five minutes in the shower, rinsing everything off, all the body soap and fancy shampoo he’d been using. He smelled like coconut and was baby soft by the time he stepped out of the water. He felt like he’d just had a spa day in that shower, and he’d be lying if he didn’t admit that he didn’t want to leave it.

Whatever. Since Leon was waiting out there, and no doubt could hear the water had been turned off, Will was quick toweling himself dry, and he reached for his clothes. As if Leon had a superpower that allowed him to see through walls, he snapped from the other side of the door. “You don’t have to get dressed. You’re going to get naked again anyway, so there’s no point. Will’s hand froze over the clothes. He clenched his fist and pulled back. That was right. Leon wanted Will here for the sex. Will hadn’t really said out loud that he was going to have sex with Leon, but the man had paid for him, and

if Will hadn’t wanted to do this, he wouldn’t have gotten into the limo in the first place. He’d already made his decision, and Leon knew it. Will sucked back a deep breath, and he opened the door, letting the bathroom steam out as he stepped out, completely naked. Leon was sitting at the end of the guest bed, leaning on his hands behind him, his knees spread, and a bored look on his face. Even sitting like that, he looked so handsome, the picture of an in-control alpha who knew what he was doing. Leon had fixed his hair from the mess it had become earlier, and his tie was

missing. He wore the white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled, but his jacket was gone. Fancy shoes were still in place, however. They seemed to be just staring at each other. Will cleared his throat. “Okay, well, here I am. What do you want me to do?” Those thick blond brows rose up high on Leon’s forehead, and a smile that Will thought was as sexy as it was distrustful, pulled at the corner of his lips. Leon actually crooked his finger at Will. “I want you to come over here, get down on your knees, and suck on my cock.”

Chapter Three Will almost thought he’d misheard that. No. He hadn’t. Leon was still sitting there, still staring at him like the cat that caught a mouse in its claws. Which was something of a fitting description, considering he was a lion shifter. He was totally in charge here, and Will was standing naked in front of him. “You’re serious.” Not a question. He already knew the truth. Leon shrugged, as if none of this mattered to him, as if they didn’t used to hold hands under the bleachers at school

when no one could see them. “I want what I paid for.” And for a split second, Leon hated his guts so damned much. He wanted to run over there and punch him in the face, to yell at him, to demand to know what it was Will had done to deserve having this happen to him, having Leon swoop in and take everything from him, and continue to punish him years and years after everything was supposed to be over. But, strangely, that anger didn’t last. It was gone as fast as it had come, as if it had melted away, leaving nothing but a calm sort of peace with the situation at hand.

Leon wanted to fuck him. He wanted to degrade him. Why shouldn’t Will let him? “There a problem?” Leon asked. Will eyed him. The only reason why he was considering this was because there wasn’t much in the way of extra options, but it was also the fact that Leon had gone to such great lengths to get Will here. No one just did that. No one did that unless they were still hurting, unless they still cared. If Leon was anything like he’d been back in their high school days, then he did still care. There was no way he could have just turned into a heartless

monster. All this was for a reason. Maybe it was to get back at Will, and if it was, then Will could use that. “You want me to suck your cock?” Will asked. Leon sucked back a deep breath. His mouth curled into a catty smile. “Yes. That would be preferable. Then I’ll fuck you. In this bed. Not my bed.” And Will would be left to sleep in the bed that Leon had fucked him in. Swell. Will bit his lips together. “I think you’re intrigued,” Leon said. “Was it my dick that gave it away?” Yeah, he was hard, and it wasn’t like there was anything he could use to hide that with. He didn’t so much as bring a

towel out here with him. Leon smiled eagerly, glancing down at Will’s cock before looking up into his eyes. “A cat’s intuition.” “Uh huh. You can see mine, but I can’t see yours.” Leon cocked his head to the side. “What makes you think I want you to see mine?” If Leon fucked Will with his clothes on, it was too…he didn’t have a word for it, but he wanted something intimate. He wanted to get Leon naked because if he was naked, there was a better chance that their fucking could turn into something else. At least for Leon. If Will could just make this a little more

personal, then there was a chance he could find out what was going on. Not that he didn’t have a good guess. “I want to see you naked,” Will said. “I’m the one paying you. You don’t get to make the demands.” “I don’t care,” Will said. He was digging his heels in on this one, and he hoped this wouldn’t bite him in the ass later on. “I don’t care about the money you’re paying me, or what will happen if I walk away. I will go and stay in a homeless shelter before I let you bend me over and fuck me while you’re still wearing your clothes. That’s not going to happen.” Leon stared at him, his amber eyes

glowing a yellow gold color, and once again, Will saw a little of that dangerous animal that was hidden inside him. “You think so, do you?” Will swallowed hard. He hoped he wasn’t making a mistake here. He really didn’t want to go to a shelter. His fears of those places were still very real. There weren’t exactly safe places for men to go when they were in trouble, and anything could happen to him if he was forced to go to one of those places in this city. All the same, he pushed those fears out of his head. He stared hard at Leon, and he hoped and prayed he wasn’t giving away just how scared he was that

Leon was going to call his bluff. Leon surprised him when he shrugged. “All right, whatever. It’s not like it matters to me anyway.” Leon got to his feet. “Have to take my clothes off all the time if I’m supposed to shift.” “And you’re not fucking me when you’re in your cat form.” Will was only just reminded of that one, and there was no way in hell he was letting that happen. Leon frowned and jerked back a step. He looked disgusted. He didn’t say anything, however. He shook his head as he unbuttoned his shirt. Somehow, that was worse. Leon folded his clothes neatly, placing

them on the bed beside him. That was such a strange contrast, considering how Will remembered Leon. Kind of scrappy, always running around, and a bit of a slob. There was almost nothing of the boy he’d loved when Will was still a kid, but he hoped that older version of Leon was still in there. Somewhere. When Leon was naked, Will felt a little of that nervous tension coil in his stomach. He wasn’t a virgin, but he and Leon had never done anything more than French kissing. Seeing him naked for the first time, when they were both adults… it was strange. And Leon’s cock was enormous. It

was thick. Not quite as thick as Will’s wrist, which made him grateful he wasn’t big boned, but damn…Will was suddenly very scared of the real possibility that he might not be able to fit that thing inside him. He also tried not to look down at his own hard-on and compare the sizes. Leon was definitely bigger. Leon sat back down, that same annoying smile back on his face. He looked a little too pleased with himself. Leon crossed his arms. “What?” Leon’s cock stood straight up when he sat down like that. It pulsed in time with his heartbeat. It was dark in color, and the real proof of Leon’s arousal was the

drop of pearly white pre-cum that formed at the slit. It was thick. “What?” Will asked again, getting impatient for an answer. “The longer I sit here,” Leon said, “the more I can smell your arousal.” Will went tense. Heat rushed through his body, and he couldn’t contain it. Leon laughed at him. It sounded more like a playful laugh than something cruel, but Will wasn’t feeling too playful in that moment. “You’re still a blusher,” Leon said. “Are you a virgin?” “No,” Will said. Leon cocked his head to the side again, as though trying to see whether

Will was lying or not. Will rolled his eyes. “For Christ’s sake, I’m thirty years old. You think I would’ve waited that long before losing it?” Leon would have to know what Will was talking about. There was no way he didn’t. Not with their history. Will had been scared to have sex for the longest time because of his dad. It was the only reason why he and Leon hadn’t been having underage sex like almost every other kid their age at the time, but when Will finally worked up the courage and came out to his dad, then was disowned, he figured fuck it. That summer had been filled with lots of fun,

awkward morning afters, regrets, but most importantly, it had made him into a man. It happened later than usual, but it had still happened. Leon frowned at him. “You’re twentynine.” Will blinked. “What?” “Your birthday is next month. You’re twenty-nine.” Will couldn’t believe it. “All that, and you’re annoyed that I said my age wrong?” Leon said nothing. Will continued. “I can’t believe you remember my birthday.” “It’s Christmas Eve. Not like that’s a hard day to forget, and this is too much

talk from someone who’s supposed to be on his knees right now.” Will glared at the man, and he stepped forward. Leon didn’t need to motion him forward with his hand. That would be too embarrassing, and Will wanted to be able to go on his own.” He stood in front of Leon, between the man’s spread knees. His thighs were thick with muscle. Leon had always been a muscular kid, even in high school, but the most Will had ever seen of him had been during swimming lessons. He’d always tried not to look in case he gave himself away to the rest of the class. Either Leon had grown more muscle,

or Will’s memory of him was incorrect. He was bigger. His body seemed so much more powerful. That’s what more than ten years did, Will supposed. He sank down on his knees. Leon shifted forward, sitting up, and the height of the bed, along with Will’s position on his knees, put him at the perfect height for this. His face was right in front of Leon’s cock. His mouth filled with moisture. “This turns you on, doesn’t it?” Will looked up at the man, and he glared, looking away. Leon laughed. “It’s okay, you can admit it. You like submitting, don’t you? You love it when people tell you what to

do.” “Yeah,” Will said sharply. “I do like it.” Will stared into Leon’s eyes. He looked right up at the man as he put his hands on those warm thighs. The touch of Leon’s bare skin under his fingertips was enough to make him shiver, but he didn’t look away from those amber eyes. He wanted to see lust in those depths. He wanted to see the proof that Leon was enjoying this, too. He saw it, all right. Will could work with that. So long as there was something in Leon that wanted this, he could work with that. Will was not a virgin, but he wasn’t

exactly the best there was at sucking cock. He’d been told by other men that he used too much teeth and was a little too rough. He tried to remember all the pointers he’d been given when he leaned in, close enough that he could smell the musk on Leon’s cock and testicles, and then slid his tongue out of his mouth and licked Leon’s throbbing, thick prick from the underside of the mushroom-shaped head, all the way down to the base. Leon gave no outward signs of pleasure. Will didn’t want to risk looking up at him to check, but if he was going to make this good, he had to try a little harder. It wasn’t like he had to start from scratch here. Leon’s cock was

already hard. All Will had to do was help him enjoy himself. Will pressed his mouth to Leon’s testicles. They were waxed. Will hadn’t expected an alpha lion shifter to do that to himself, and he was honestly pleased. That made it easier for him when he sucked one of those balls into his mouth, and then he heard the noise he’d been hoping for. A soft moan that rumbled out of Leon’s throat. Then the purr that came from deep within his chest. The purring sound was the thing that made Will moan around the mouthful he had. Oh God. He’d missed that sound so damned much. He’d…he hadn’t realized

how much he’d missed that sweet, low rumbling purr until he’d heard it. And it was wonderful. When he moaned, that rumbling purr became a little louder, and Will realized the vibrations he made with his mouth were just as good as anything else. It was stimulating. Will had forgotten about that. He’d forgotten how nice it felt when the person sucking on his own cock was enjoying himself, and moaning along with him. That vibration felt good, and when Will pushed his mouth away from Leon’s testicle and put his lips around the head of Leon’s cock, he moaned again. Leon sucked back a deep breath, his

hips canting forward, pushing his cock a little deeper inside Will’s mouth. He took as much of it as he could before he was forced to put his hands on Leon’s hips and pull back. That was…so good. Will couldn’t believe it. He’d managed to take in almost half the length of Leon’s cock. His cock that was thick and long. That was pretty good. “Yeah, that’s it. You’re so pretty when you suck on my dick.” Will wasn’t sure if Leon was saying these things to rub it in, or to try and stimulate Will as well. He decided in that moment that it didn’t matter. It didn’t matter and he totally didn’t care because

this felt way better than he’d thought it would. He wasn’t touching himself, and nothing was giving his dick the friction that it needed, and yet he was enjoying himself so damned much. Every pull he made with his lips brought a throb of pleasure to his cock. Every time he swirled his tongue around the column of Leon’s prick, every time he felt the throb of Leon’s heartbeat in that shaft, a jolt of pleasure, of sexual pleasure shot through Will’s body. It electrified his nipples, made the hairs on the back of his arms stand on end, and made his dick jump. Will hollowed his cheeks. He held his breath and focused as he pushed his mouth down as far as he could go. He

nearly made it all the way. His nose nearly touched the trimmed pubic hairs above Leon’s cock, but he had to pull back. “No,” Leon sighed, pressing his hands to the back of Will’s head, trying to push him back down. Will moaned and went as far as he could before he was forced to pull back. It was too much, too deep, and he didn’t know enough of what he was doing. He was going to choke and it wouldn’t be good for either of them. Leon frowned when Will pulled back. Will wiped his mouth. Leon’s voice sounded harsh with pleasure, and his eyes were dark with

desire. “Don’t stop.” Will was out of breath, too. How the hell had that happened? “I need a minute. It’s too much,” he said. Those dark golden eyes got a little darker. “I don’t care. Do it.” That was the harshest Leon’s voice had ever gotten, and Will tensed. He looked up at the other man, and he felt a thrill of fear ripple up his back. It felt like a thousand spider legs touching his skin. Leon frowned in that way that said he was thinking. Then he rolled his eyes. “You idiot. I’d smack you if I didn’t think it would take your head off.” “What did I do now?”

“What do you think this is? That I’ll rape you or something? Don’t flatter yourself. This is for one thing and one thing only.” Will looked away from him, a little bit of that anger he’d felt rising back up to the surface. “You don’t have to be a jerk about it.” “I’m not a jerk. I’m honest. Now please stop treating me like a criminal and get back to it.” Will wasn’t about to point out that he didn’t have a license to prostitute himself. He wasn’t sure if that would make him the criminal, Leon, or both of them, but just in case it really pissed Leon off to the point where he tossed

Will out on his ass, he kept his mouth shut. He also swore to himself that he was going to get back at Leo for this. He wasn’t sure how, but making him moan Will’s name seemed like a great place to start with that, so that’s what he did. Will leaned in. He wet his lips with his tongue to make them slick before he pressed them around the head of Leon’s cock. Leon sighed. Either he wasn’t bothering with holding back anymore, or Will was a little better at this than he thought. Good. Will put all his focus into what he was doing. Will knew his own body,

and he knew that he liked it when the underside of the head was played with, when that little stretch of skin that connected the crown to the shaft was toyed with, so Will flicked his tongue across it when he found it. Leon damn near jerked on the bed. “Oh, fuck yeah,” he said, and his hands went back into Will’s hair. His fingernails scratched gently at his scalp. It was a pleasant sensation, one he really liked since it brought more of that tingling sensation to his scalp, and the rest of his body. Will wanted Leon to do that some more, so he flicked his tongue across that bit of skin again and again. He

pushed his lips down as far as he could go, and when he came back up for air, he searched out for that spot again with his tongue. He worked slow. This was part of his punishment. If Will was going to do this with Leon, then he was going to make Leon work for the orgasm he wanted so damned bad. He was going to make him work for it all right.

Chapter Four Will was making him work for it. Goddamn, but Leon never expected Will to be this talented. It was obvious Will wasn’t lying about being a virgin. He couldn’t be with the enthusiasm his lips and tongue had for Leon’s cock. No one could be so talented without some practice, and that was a real pain in the ass. Leon wanted to be his first. He wanted to show Will everything there was to know about the bedroom and fucking. Ah well, he’d known it wasn’t likely. Not with how old Will was. As much as Leon wanted to be the one to take Will’s

virginity, he’d also known it just wasn’t likely to happen. This was a nice new benefit that Leon hadn’t thought about, however. The fact that Will was good at this, and that he’d only had a moment of shyness to get over before he showed off how knowledgeable he was. There was still a hint of holding back. Will was good at this, but it was obvious by the way he constantly pulled back that he was wasn’t as confidant as he was trying to make Leon believe. He was good at this, but there hadn’t been many people to come before this. Leon wanted to make Will go a little wild. He wanted to see what else Will

could do when he lost all his control. Leon gripped Will’s hair a little tighter. Tight enough to cause enough pain for him to moan around Leon’s cock. “Oh yeah,” Leon sighed. He thrust his hips forward gently. As much as he wanted to fuck hard and raw and rough, he wasn’t willing to do that and get his dick caught in Will’s teeth. Even he wasn’t brave enough to pull that shit. But it was a good idea when he pushed his foot between Will’s legs, found the hot, hard length of Will’s cock, and pushed against it. Will moaned. A long, muffled noise around Leon’s dick. Leon threw his head

back and opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He wanted to shout out loud from the pleasure, but it was as if he couldn’t. There was nothing there for him to give but to let his brain and body come completely undone from the pleasure. “Mmph!” Will suddenly pulled against Leon’s hands. He yanked himself back, and when Leon felt a hint of teeth, he snapped out of it and released Will’s head. Will wiped his mouth and gasped for breath. “Fuck, I’m gonna come while you’re choking me.” “What?”

Will glared at him. “Stop shoving my head down like that. I can’t go that far.” Leon saw an opening. “Because my dick is too big?” Will rolled his eyes. “Yeah, sure. Your dick is way too big and that’s the problem I’m having right now.” “Sarcastic.” Leon quickly struck his hand out and grabbed Will’s chin, pulling him forward, their noses were touching, and Leon could smell Will’s breath. It wasn’t bad. It was…just fine. Will was probably the only man Leon had ever been so close to, whom he’d ever kissed, whose breath he didn’t mind. And his eyes were still as pretty as

they’d always been. “Much as I want to come in your mouth, I want you on your hands and knees, first.” A hint of panic flared in Will’s eyes, but he must have squashed it down because it was gone as soon as it had arrived. That strong glare returned. The look on Will’s face that said he was going to accept this challenge. Good. “Okay, so, how do you want me?” This was so much more wonderfully amazing than Leon could have ever hoped it to be. The fact that Will was so eager, that he was pretending with his bravery, it was getting Leon off in ways

he didn’t think would happen when he finally had Will in his grasp. This was better. This was so much better, having him so eager like this. Why did he ever think it would be better if Will was cowed and miserable? No. Better to have him eager and willing like this. He was like the sex kitten Leon always fantasized about. “On the bed. Get on your hands and knees.” Will sucked back a deep breath. He hesitated for only a second before he nodded, doing as he was told. He walked around to the side of the bed, however, climbing on. He glanced at Leon a couple of times, and Leon could

hear the beating of his heart. He could feel the warmth of Will’s body even from all the way over there. He was nervous. His cock was still hard, and Leon had a sudden flash of what it would be like to have the length of Will’s cock in his mouth. What did he taste like? Leon shook his head. No. That’s not what he was here for. He was here for his own pleasure. Not Will’s. “My hands and knees? Not on my back or anything?” Will sounded nervous as he made the suggestion. Leon shook his head. “No. Your hands and knees or nothing.”

Leon felt an ache inside him when Will asked if he could go on his back, and in that moment, Leon knew what it meant. He was scared. If he fucked Will on his hands and knees, there was a better than even chance he might end up kissing the man. It was plain as day with how plump those lips were, and Leon could still feel their warmth when from when he’d kissed Will in the car. If they fucked face to face, Leon might kiss him again. Kissing Will to make a point, and kissing him when they were having sex, seemed like too big a thing. If Leon fucked Will and kissed him, it might feel a little too close to love-

making for his liking, and he wasn’t about to let that happen. Will nodded, and he put himself on his hands and knees, releasing an annoyed huff. “Well, here I am. This is how you wanted me, right?” Leon stared. With his ass exposed and right there, ready for Leon to take? Absolutely. Leon scrambled for the lube he kept in his right pocket. He yanked it out and came back to the bed. He climbed on, came up behind Will on his knees, then stopped. He didn’t touch it. He hadn’t noticed it right away, and he stared at the back of Will’s head, contemplating asking him

where this scar on his back had come from. It hadn’t been there before. Leon would have seen it. It looked like a puncture wound from a knife. He didn’t ask. He didn’t allow himself to get worried and he didn’t think about Will’s dad. That was none of his business. Not any of his damned business. Leon opened the cap. He poured some of the lube into his palm and slicked his fingers with it. His heart pounded when he put one hand on Will’s hip and pressed his fingertips to the smaller man’s tight pucker.

He sighed. God, he was so glad Will couldn’t hear his heart slamming the same way Leon could hear Will’s. “Are you nervous?” He was genuinely curious, but the question came out sounding more sadistic than he meant it. Will’s response was so much more impatient than Leon was hoping for. “Just get on with it.” “Impatient.” Leon pierced Will’s hole with his finger. He felt the sudden tension, the high-strung lust and aching pleasure that shot through Will’s body. He felt it in his tight pucker, in the way Will shivered and sighed. Leon felt all of it.

He added another finger, hardly giving Will any time to adjust. With his free hand he added more lube and pushed deeper inside, hooking his fingers, finding that sweet spot. “Are you a little too impatient?” Will didn’t answer. Leon glanced to the side, watched the way Will’s fingers white-knuckled the bedspread. His eyes were clenched shut and his mouth dropped open. Not in pain or discomfort. He clenched his eyes in pleasure. Leon could tell from that look. He’d seen it on a number of men throughout his years. They’d all looked the same after some point. Will’s did too, sort of, but there

was something different about it. Something so small and insignificant that it shouldn’t have mattered, but did. He pushed it out of his mind, refusing to think about anything else but the fact that his prize was right here. His prize was here, but it wasn’t enough. He wanted Will to acknowledge this. Wanted him to admit this was where he belonged. “You want my cock in your ass don’t you?” Leon pushed his fingers deep, slipping them back and forth as he leaned over Will’s back so he couldn’t see that car. He let his teeth graze the shell of Will’s ear, delighting in the shiver Will

produced. When Will said nothing, Leon may have lost his temper a little as he pushed his fingers forward hard. He pressed hard against that nub deep inside Will’s body, and Will threw his hand back and shouted out loud. “Say it.” Leon grabbed Will’s hair, preventing him from lowering his head as he moaned and thrashed. “Say you want it.” Will pulled against Leon’s hand, so Leon released him, pleased as Will nodded. “I…I want it.” Still not enough. Leon pressed his fingers back against Will’s prostate, letting his fingertips

linger, feeling the tension in Will’s body, savouring the moan and the delicious way those hips humped back against Leon’s hand. “Say you need it,” Leon said, pressing his fingers forward again, scissoring them as he stretched Will wide. God, he was so tight. “Say you need my cock in your ass.” This time Will didn’t hesitate. “I need it.” That did it. That was all Leon needed to hear. He pulled his fingers free from that tight heat, stroked some more slick over the length of his cock, and pressed the head to that gorgeous ring of muscle. Will hissed before Leon could apply

much pressure, and he realized he’d startled the man. “Easy. Easy.” “I know,” Will seethed. Leon shook his head, pressing his cock harder, pushing it forward until that hot ring of muscle popped open for him. Leon gasped when he was suddenly inside. He panted for breath and gritted his teeth as he held tighter to Will’s hips. “Wait, don’t move yet,” Will said. “I know that. You just keep your focus, here,” Leon replied. He wasn’t an idiot. He wasn’t going to just shove forward without warning Will. Leon wanted the man. Wanted to own every part of him, and sure, maybe

even degrade him a little, but he wasn’t going to hurt him. That was the last thing this was about. This was about pleasure and nothing else. When Leon felt those inner walls give way with continued pressure, Leon sighed as he was able to sink all the way inside. Will opened his mouth, moaning as his ass was pressed snuggly against Leon’s crotch. Leon sighed. That’s it. That was…that was exactly what he’d needed this entire time. He finally had him, and it felt so amazingly good. Will already moaned and humped back against Leon’s cock, as if he

thought they were starting right now. “No, no, no,” Leon said, holding tight to Will’s hips. “Not yet I didn’t say you could do that yet.” Will moaned as if he was being denied the pleasure he desperately needed, as if it pained him to have it denied. Good. That was so damned good. Leon pulled his hips back, thrusting forward at a slow, leisurely pace, then stopping for several long seconds before he would start again. He pushed Will forward into the bed, taking each long moan that came from him, and then holding on tight. “You like that?”

Will nodded. Not good enough. “Answer me.” Will nodded again. “Y-yeah.” Better, that was so much better. Leon pushed forward again. The heat of Will’s asshole holding tight to Leon’s cock was almost too much for him to bare. He gritted his teeth, felt his fangs coming through when that sensation was too much to hold back. “Down on your stomach,” Leon said. “Hurry.” Will didn’t so much as get down to his stomach as he flopped onto his stomach, as if he’d been waiting for permission to let go and fall.

Will moaned, his eyes still squeezed tightly shut as he pressed his face into the sheets. God, that was so sexy. He was still so sexy. Leon put his fists on either side of Will’s head, thrusting his cock down hard, making Will’s warm, tight hole swallow him up again and again. And Will just made a whole lot of noise. “Oh God. Oh!” He didn’t seem to be a talker. Not a screamer either, but he was definitely noisy. Leon didn’t think he’d liked noisy people before. Well, at least not when they screamed in his ear, as if they were trying to act a part. They didn’t need to,

Leon knew it felt good. Not Will. He sounded more like he was trying to hold back every moan, every hiss and sigh of pleasure, but couldn’t. And that was a thousand times better than just taking someone who was trying to impress him for his wealth. “Oh fuck. Oh my God, yeah.” More babble, but it was wonderful. Will didn’t seem capable of making a proper sentence as he humped into the bed and back against the heavy cock inside him. He sounded like a porn star. He was Leon’s porn star. “You like this?” Will nodded. He didn’t try to pretend

like he wasn’t having the best sex of his life, and even Leon could feel the orgasm he was building threatening to overflow. That was happening a little too soon. That was definitely a little too soon, but he couldn’t help himself. It was too good. That building heat, that swell of pleasure that came from just behind his stomach and spread out to his thighs and legs…it curled his toes as he tried to hold it back, tried to make this last longer. And why wouldn’t he want to make it last longer as he fucked his former best friend into the mattress beneath them while Will moaned and keened like he

was… Like he was faking it. Leon paused. He just stopped. Even his orgasm seemed to be put on hold. No way. There was no way that was true. Will had been in drama club when they were kids and Leon knew better than anyone what a shitty little actor he could be. And it was proven to Leon when Will bucked and moaned, pushing his ass back against Leon’s cock. Wanton and desperate. “No, no, don’t stop. God, don’t stop, please!” From the desperation in his voice, the way he looked back at Leon, eyes half

lidded and filled with lust, he meant it. Will was desperate and he was about to come undone. He apparently didn’t know what the holdup was either. Leon hissed. A squeezing sensation gripped him tight around his cock. Will was clenching Leon tighter. He was so desperate to pull Leon back inside him that his asshole clenched around Leon’s cock. Leon shivered. “Fuck.” His balls were tight and he was on the verge of coming. Apparently, Will was beyond caring that he was being used for sex at this point, if the look in his eyes was anything to go by, how he stared with that begging expression over his

shoulder. Leon’s ego wanted to think this was just because of him. Because he was that good and he and Will had shared something when they were younger, but logically, he knew better. This body wanted what it wanted, and Will would beg for sex from just about anyone so long as they were doing a decent job at getting him off. This couldn’t be decent. It had to be perfect. It had to blow Will’s expectations so he would stick around. Just in case Leon’s money wasn’t enough to keep Will here, the sex had to offer that little extra. “Leon? Leon, please, don’t…don’t

tease me. I can’t take it.” Will pressed his forehead back into the mattress, shaking his head. Leon decided to show a little mercy. Only a little. “Back on your knees. Get up.” Leon’s claws were starting to come out when he gripped Will’s hips and pulled him up. Will moaned, allowing himself to be maneuvered into position. Leon reached around, finding Will’s cock, still hard and heavy. It throbbed in his hand. Will moaned and humped into his grip. “Please, please, please,” he said again. His arms trembled.

And Leon was going to give it to him. He wasn’t that mean, after all. Carefully, he let go of Will’s dick. It was probably better to not be stroking the man’s cock when his claws were starting to form. Leon had just needed to feel it for himself before he pulled back, taking his cock almost all the way out of Will’s body before he slammed forward hard, putting some of his lion strength into it. Will cried out. “Oh!” No more touching, no more teasing, no more looking at that scar on Will’s back. Leon held a firm grip to Will’s hips as he fucked hard and fast into Will’s tight body.

“Y-yeah just like that. Oh!” Will didn’t say anymore words. There was just noise coming from his mouth. Leon clenched his teeth and focused on the pleasure. He also focused on his hands. It was too much. The tight pressure of Will’s hole around his prick, the way Will moaned and thrust his ass back against his, it was too much and the animal was coming out. He could feel his whiskers forming his claws getting longer, pinching into Will’s skin. Will didn’t seem to notice until he sharply looked up, all noises, all sounds of pleasure halting from his mouth as one more thing changed.

Leon’s cock was changing, too, its fleshy spikes reaching out and touching everywhere inside Will that could be touched. That shocked silence lasted for a half a second before Will dropped his head and moaned, longer and louder than he’d ever done in his life. He clenched his hole around Leon’s cock and he swore the sudden jolt of pleasure nearly made him come. Then Will was coming. Leon could smell the heavy, warm musk in the air and it was good. It was heady and he couldn’t contain himself anymore. Not with that smell in the air. Leon moaned. His testicles becoming

tight before he released. The fleshy spikes of his cock continued to reach out, continued to tease and touch everywhere Will needed them to touch. Will moaned and bucked. He was as wild an animal as Leon could be and that drove him on. Another clench around his dick, another shudder, and Leon smelled the seed of another orgasm as Will yelled out loud, then collapsed. Leon didn’t catch him, but he went down with him, his dick still aching inside of Will’s body, and hard. Leon panted. It didn’t mean anything. Sometimes he stayed hard after an orgasm. He didn’t move. Not much.

Leon pressed his forehead to the back of Will’s neck. Will chuckled and lifted his shoulder, pushing Leon away. “That tickles.” Leon pulled back. He touched his face with his hand that were barely hands at this point. His whiskers had come out. Great. Leon had to get out of here. He focused on turning his body back to being entirely human, instead of this weird place in between animal and man. Some people didn’t like it when Leon shifted partly during sex. It was so stupid. He was still a man, it wasn’t like he ever went full lion, but Will had asked him not to go full lion, and he

might not appreciate the fact that Leon hadn’t even been able to keep his whiskers, claws, and dick in check. Of course, he couldn’t turn back fast enough when Will turned around, and paled at the sight of his face. Leon glared at him when he felt the whiskers fade away. “I didn’t change into a lion.” “You…you changed a little.” His glare intensified. “So? I’m still a man.” Will flinched, looking away from him. “I know.” That exchange was more than enough to get Leon soft again. Not that it mattered. He’d already pulled out of

Will’s body, and now he was angry because he was thinking about the past again. Fuck. He slid out of bed, grabbed his clothes and started putting them on. “There’s spare sheets and blankets in the closet over there. Breakfast is at eight.” He threw one last glare at Will. “Don’t you dare be late.” “Breakfast? You never said anything about having to eat with you—” “I’m saying it now!” Leon snapped. He stood when he had his pants on. It was good enough. He needed to get back to the pool house. He needed to think. Will turned over, and was hiding his

nudity with one of the pillows. Leon wished he wouldn’t. He also wished he didn’t want to stay with Will so damned much. Leon had meaningless sex before. He knew how to fuck and walk away, this shouldn’t have been any different. This shouldn’t have been enough to make his gut clench and his hands curl into tight fists. Instead of feeling loose and relaxed after a good fuck, he felt tense and angry, and it didn’t have anything to do with the way Will had looked at him… Leon left. He forced himself not to look back when Will called his name.

Chapter Five Will had half expected there to be servants all over the enormous house he was in, but there was no one. No one he noticed right away. Not that he was planning on calling for someone to change his bedsheets for him, but he didn’t know what to do with the soiled sheets except throw them in the corner and try not to think about how they still smelled like Leon. Leon the lion shifter. Will’s first love. It was apparent the man hated him, so it even though it was incredibly over dramatic to set this entire thing up, Will supposed he shouldn’t feel too shocked

that Leon might want to go this far. After changing the sheets, Will had his third shower of the night. He needed to clean off. He needed to clean the feeling of Leon’s hands from his body, because when they were…fucking, when they were fucking Will felt a tug of something deep and meaningful in his chest. He’d never been the type to just have sex with someone he didn’t care about. He did that for a summer and it had depressed the hell out of him. Will was the sort who got attached, and even though it wasn’t likely there was anything left of the boy he’d once loved, Will thought for a few seconds… He shoved the thought away. It was

just going to break his heart, and that was the last thing he wanted. He was here to go along with Leon’s crazy revenge fantasy, and to keep himself from getting thrown out onto the street. He showered and flopped right into bed. At first it was strange, being in a bed that was three times bigger than the cot he’d slept on back at his apartment, especially a bed he and Leon had fucked on, but it was so deep and comfortable that he couldn’t help himself. Will conked out immediately. He’d dreamed of Leon. He’d dreamed of the young shifter kid, the kid on the street who’d hissed at Will the first time Will had asked where he’d gotten his

split lip from. Will had thought it was the kid’s dad. Leon was a year older than Will was, but he still showed up to school looking small and sickly sometimes. Will had assumed something was going on at his house. Since Will knew all about mean-ass fathers, he’d stupidly tried to use that as an opening, a way of getting in and maybe making a new friend. Yeah, that didn’t happen, and Will didn’t try again for two weeks. But he couldn’t forget about the boy, who seemed to show up with new bandages and bruises every other day. Even when Will found out about the

school fights, he’d still been transfixed. A little scared, but transfixed. So, when he’d caught Leon smoking outside the gym when Will had been running late, he’d stopped. Leon had a black eye that day, and he’d been so spitting mad that his face was in its lion shape. Mostly. His blond hair had looked like a real, genuine mane. His nose was different, a little smushed back, and dark in color. He had whiskers, but the rest of him looked mostly human. Human enough for him to be smoking on school property. “Well? What do you want?” Leon snapped.

Will had pointed at the building, momentarily stuck for words, until he finally found them. “I’m…late for school.” Leon damn near laughed. “No shit. It’s second period.” Will had an idea in that moment. He’d missed his first class, and most of his second after sleeping in. Why not go the whole nine yards and just wait until lunch was over? Will pulled his lunch bag out of his backpack. Mean dad that he had, the man would be caught dead before he ever allowed anyone to think his kid didn’t have nice clothes, or wasn’t eating all three meals,

and he was still full from that breakfast he’d shoved down his throat. “Wanna split this with me?” When Leon’s eyes flared up with interest, Will knew he was in. They’d spent every lunch together ever since. Well, until Will broke Leon’s damned heart. Will woke up to a hard knock on his door. It sounded more like banging, like the cops were at his door. Or maybe Mrs. Earig and her nephews. Apparently, Will was now conditioned to fear that noise, because he shot up right out of sleep when that

banging started. “Get up! I have your shit!” “What?” Will coughed and cleared his throat. He croaked a little less as he pulled himself out of bed. “I’m coming.” He wore some of the sleeping clothes Leon had left him the night before, so he unlocked the door and answered. That driver from yesterday was standing at his door. He glared at Will, apparently unhappy about something. “Here’s your shit. Take it and put it away.” Will blinked, and he looked down at the offerings presented to him. Four garbage bags. That’s what had

been left in his apartment by way of belongings apparently. “Uh, thanks.” This couldn’t be all of it. Even as broke as Will had been for the last couple of years, he’d still accumulated more stuff than this. He checked, found most of his clothes, his textbooks from college, other books he’d picked up over the years. Art and fiction, stuff he could use to help him with his games. “Is this all of it? Where’s the rest of it?” Will asked, moving to look through the fourth bag, which was only half full. “This is just the stuff they hadn’t sold or junked before I could get there.” Will tensed, looking back up at the

man. “What?” “You didn’t have any valuables left in that place, did you?” The man sounded like he really didn’t care one way or another. Will looked back down at the bags, thought of everything inside them. The rest of the clothes must have been tossed out with his dresser, and he really shouldn’t have expected his bed, coffee table, and desk to be brought over. Though his work desk had been his pride and joy. Everything else had been pens, pencils, cutlery, and plates, things he could replace. He’d taken his computer out of that apartment, and it looked like

most of his books were here, maybe even all of them. Little did Mrs. Earig know that text books, even the ones from a few years ago, could still be sold for a little money to students. So long as he had these things, he supposed he was all right. Hopefully Leon was going to pay him enough money that Will would be able to replace it all when he left this place. His heart clenched thinking about that. “This is great. It’s a lot, thank you for getting this for me.” The driver nodded, still staring at Will like he was something that had just been stepped on in the street. “Whatever, just put this shit away.

“Right,” Will said. He looked back at the clock. It was seven-thirty. Apparently this wakeup call had come just in time, because Will had definitely forgotten to set an alarm. He reached down, grabbing onto one back. The hand that suddenly struck out and snatched his wrist stopped him. Will looked back up in the eyes of the driver, who was glaring down at him, close, and angry. Will got very afraid all of a sudden. “Can…can I help you?” The driver shook his head. “You hurt him, and I swear to God I will kill you.” Will’s eyes shot wide open. “What?”

The driver let him go, still sneering at Will. “Just get your shit cleaned up.” Will looked down at the bags, then the man in front of him. He reached for them quickly, dragging them into his room, wanting to be away from this guy before something else happened today. He shut and locked the door behind him, not bothering to check if the other man had taken off yet. God, his heart was pounding. He hoped that guy wasn’t waiting out there for Will to come out or something. He was not a guy who was good with violence. Sometimes Will couldn’t stand violent video games, which made it interesting since he was trying to make a

living programming them. Survival horror was definitely a genre he stayed away from, too. He was such a wuss, and if Leon was here, he’d probably laugh, punch Will on the shoulder, and tell him the same thing. Only, no, that was something the old Leon would do. This new Leon would probably curl his lip and nose and sneer at Will for taking an empty threat so seriously. Will waited until his heart calmed down, and then he got to work getting ready to go to breakfast. Breakfast with Leon. That wasn’t going to be awkward at all. Would he say anything about the sex

last night? Would he acknowledge it at all? Will wasn’t sure what he was hoping for, what he wanted the other man to do, but he was so nervous that it took him a little longer than usual to get ready. **** Leon was just starting his second plate of bacon and eggs when Will rushed down into the breakfast room. He was panting, as if he’d been running, and Leon could smell a hint of sweat on him. Clean sweat. Nothing at all like the scent that came from having sex.

Leon frowned. He’d showered again. Leon was going to have to make a new rule about that because he didn’t like it. He didn’t like the fact that Will didn’t smell like Leon had just fucked him. Which was stupid because it was a testament to Will’s clean nature that he wouldn’t come down to breakfast stinking of cum and sweat. Just a little sweat. “You’re late.” Will stopped as he pulled back a chair. He continued to stand, eying Leon carefully. “Uh, sorry. I was just…getting ready.” “Getting ready?” Will frowned at him, and he sat down

before Leon invited him to. “Yeah, I was.” So, he thought he was going to be a little cocky shit head about it, did he? Leon tried not to smile at the thought of that. It was kind of cute the way Will thought this was going to go. They had something of a stare down, and Will, being the predictable guy he was, naturally backed down. He was the first to look away, always hating a fight. He continued to glare at his empty plate, however. Leon took a couple more bites of bacon and toast. He watched Will, wondering if the man would say something first, or if Leon would have to

get things started. Will said something first. “So, am I supposed to sit here and watch you eat? Was that why you invited me down?” Leon smiled, shaking his head when Will looked at him with that annoyed expression on his face. He’d always been a little too cute when he was annoyed. It was one of the things that had drawn Leon to him. “No, idiot. I already cooked the food. It’s in the kitchen.” Leon pointed to the door. Will looked in the direction of the door, frowning, confused. “Oh, so, right. I missed breakfast.” Leon shook his head, got to his feet,

and sighed. “Come with me.” He started walking toward the kitchen door. He didn’t wait to see if Will followed him, he knew the other man would. And of course he did. Leon’s dog was on the other side of the counter, munching from his bowl just out of sight. He was so well behaved that Leon didn’t have to worry about the animal putting his paws up onto the counter island to steal any of the food Leon had left out. Will’s eyes widened at the sight. “Oh, uh, thanks.” Leon grabbed a plate from the top cupboard, throwing a wry look over his

shoulder. “I cooked enough for both of us. Here, take this and put whatever you want on the plate. I’ll make you some fresh toast.” Though Leon didn’t mind his eggs only a little warm from being under the hot lamp, having cold toast where the butter didn’t melt was an atrocity. He only made his toast when he was in the mood for it. He didn’t toast a whole loaf of bread every morning for just that reason. “Thanks,” Will said, taking the plate and approaching the offerings. “Did you cook this yourself?” Leon shrugged. “Bacon and eggs isn’t hard.” Because of his alpha nature and size,

Leon cooked a whole carton of eggs some mornings, and an entire pack of bacon to go with it. Slicing up fruit was easy enough too. Will noticed this. “I guess I forgot how much you can eat sometimes.” His dog’s ears perked. Apparently, he was no longer so vested in his bowl that he finally realized someone familiar was in the house. He rushed around to the other side of the counter island, barking, smiling in the way dogs did when they smiled. Will glanced down at the animal, and his eyes widened before he shoved the plate onto the counter island to give the dog his full attention.

“Sam?” The dog barked, wagging its tail, and jumped onto its hind legs, putting its paws onto Will’s shoulders. Will hugged the dog’s face and scratched his ears like a kid that had just been reunited with his best friend. Leon whistled and snapped his fingers, pointing on the floor. The dog’s ears dropped as he looked to Leon, then did as he was told. “Sam? Hey, it’s okay, I don’t mind.” Will was still smiling, still staring at the dog as he leaned down to pet his face and ears. The dog licked his hand and continued to wag his tail on the floor. It crawled forward and rolled onto its

back, giving Will his belly. Damned dog. “I’d rather my animals weren’t jumping all over the place when there’s food around.” Will looked up at him sharply. “Your animals?” He looked back down at the dog. “Where did you find him?” Leon reached for the coffee machine, put his cup under the spout, then hit the button and waited for his brew. “The people you gave him to abandoned him, so I took him in.” “What?” Leon heard the panic and heartbreak in Will’s voice. He tried not to gloat over it too much.

“Oh, Sammy, I’m so sorry, bud.” Leon shook his head. “The dog doesn’t know you’re apologizing for leaving it behind.” There was a silence at first. Leon turned. Will stared sadly down into the eyes of that dog, stroking its ear. Leon had to look away from that stare. His chest was constricting, and he couldn’t handle it. “How long have you had him?” Almost since the first day Will had gotten rid of him. The family Will had given the dog to hadn’t abandoned him. Leon had simply gone to them two days later and made an offer they would have been stupid to refuse.

The dog had been with him ever since, and being a dog, it knew who the alpha in this house was. “Leon?” Leon looked back down at Will, who stared at him with wide eyes that were too damned sad. “Long enough,” Leon said. “Come and pick out your food. I’m hungry and going back to the table. Leon popped some toast down into the toaster while Will put together his plate. He was pretty sure the bastard was sneaking Sam some bacon when he wasn’t looking, but he wasn’t after a fight when he was still hungry. Leon buttered their toast and they

walked back into the dining room. Sam followed. When he sat down beside Will, Leon glared. “He’s not allowed in here when I’m eating.” Will’s eyes widened when he looked up at him, then smiled down at the damned dog. “Well, it couldn’t hurt this once, right?” “He’s not allowed in here.” Will glared at him. “Can you please just let me sit with my dog? I promise I won’t feed him if it bugs you so damned much.” Leon dropped his fork, staring hard at the other man. “First of all, that’s my dog, and second, you’re damn right you’re not going to feed him at the table

because he won’t be here. I’m trying to get him out of that nasty habit you put him into.” Will jerked back a little. He looked down at the dog, then at Leon. “You mean you’re not giving him back to me?” “Why would I? You’re the one who gave him away to begin with. You’ve already shown you can’t take care of him.” Will bit his lips together. “It was an accident. A mistake. I didn’t want to let him go.” “But you did.” “I didn’t do it as easily as you think I did.” “I really don’t care,” Leon said. “I

didn’t ask you to breakfast so we could argue. Please just eat with me and we’ll talk about it later.” There was no damned way he was giving that dog back to Will. When he’d found out Will had given it away, he’d done everything in his power to make sure the animal had come into his possession because he knew there would come a time when he’d have Will in his house. He knew it would be one more thing that would help to keep Will here, to prevent him from leaving. Breakfast did not go as stunningly as Leon had planned. Will didn’t say a single word to him. He stared down at

his food, and at first he wasn’t eating anything. When he did start to eat, he shoveled his food down as fast as his mouth could hold it in. Leon frowned. “What are you doing?” Will shook his head. Leon hadn’t exactly fed him last night. Not that he could remember. Maybe he was really just that hungry. Leon didn’t try to say anything else to him. He just watched as Will made a pig of himself. It kind of reminded Leon of the days when he’d been the scrappy one, the one with no money, eating like he was afraid someone would come along and take what was on his plate. When Will finished, he pushed himself

to his feet. “I’m done. Can I go now?” Leon stared at him. “Are you serious?” Will nodded. “I’m serious. Your driver brought me whatever stuff he could save from my apartment. I need to put it away.” He was trying to avoid him. If Will thought Leon couldn’t see through this, then he was out of his damned mind. Leon could absolutely see through it. Will didn’t want to be near him. It made him angry as much as it broke his shriveled, black heart, and he barely stopped himself from outright glaring or growling at the man. If Will hadn’t known this would piss

off Leon, then he sure as hell knew he was doing it now. He swayed, as though about to fall back a step. Leon smiled. “Go put your things away, then come and see me. We can have a late lunch at two o’clock.” Leon watched the way Will’s Adam’s apple bobbed in a hard swallow in his throat. It was a wise move when Will nodded. “Yeah, sure. I’ll be there.” “And be on time this time,” Leon said, glaring harder at the man. He was still steaming mad, and not in any mood to hide it. “Can I take my…your dog, can I take the dog up to my room? The company could be good for me.”

It was on the tip of Leon’s tongue to say no, to tell Will that he could not take Sam and prance around the house with him. Sam was no longer his dog, he was Leon’s dog. For some reason, Leon didn’t do it. He couldn’t bring himself so go that far, even when he was this pissed off at the other man for wanting to run away from him as if Leon was the boogeyman or something. He nodded. “Sure, whatever. Just don’t be late.” Will left, and despite the months and months Leon had with the dog, Sam didn’t wait to be called, he went with the man he considered to be his true

master. That left Leon all alone in the dining room.

Chapter Six So angry. Will was so fucking angry he was probably producing steam. He was angry because he didn’t think he’d ever felt this helpless before in his entire life. Not even when… Whatever. Didn’t matter. He was in this situation, and even as he slammed his clothes in the dresser drawers. Sam stood off in the corner. His ears down, watching what Will was doing with sad dog eyes. Will had to take a deep breath before he could look at his animal again. Sam looked back at him, and Will nearly crumpled. He’d given away his dog.

Leon knew about it, and now the bastard had Will’s dog. God, how long had he planned this? Was this all part of some elaborate, sick prank? To get back at him for dumping him when they were in high school? Christ, that was over ten years ago. And Leon had Will’s dog. Sam tilted his head to the side. He was a dog. He didn’t know what weird drama Will was going through, but the soft wag of his tail, and the way he stared at Will…Sam knew something was wrong. Will couldn’t leave him a second time. He loved this dog, and it had broken his heart more than he’d thought to let him go. Seeing him again…No. Leon had to

know Will would react this way. If being the plaything of a bored billionaire was ever enough to make Will want to leave, knowing he’d be leaving Sam behind would be enough to make him want to stay. He was stuck. He was stuck and Leon knew it. “Hey, come here.” Will held his hand out to the dog. Sam came. He always did. Will pet his head and ears, then got down on his knees and hugged his dog. He hated it here. He hated that Leon was nothing like he used to be and that Will had to go along with everything he said if he wanted to keep his dog in sight.

Because Leon was right about something. Regardless of his reasons for doing all this, Sam was now his dog. This wasn’t dognapping, Sam was his, and if Will wanted to keep seeing his dog, he wasn’t going anywhere. **** “I can’t believe you’re doing this.” “Max, shut up.” “No, I’m not going to shut up. You had me drive you and that guy back here, I had to go and pick up his shit, and now you’re basically using him for sex. I don’t know why. It’s kind of psychotic and messed up.”

Leon hissed at the man. Max growled back. It was amazing they got on well at all, considering Max was a wolf shifter, and Leon kind of hated those pricks, but they did. They’d been best friends for a long time. In fact, Leon met Max after Will had broken it off with him. They’d been a comfort to each other when things were bleak, and they’d started their business together, splitting everything down the middle. They hadn’t even signed contracts for that. Not in the beginning. When too many zeroes got attached to the cheques they were writing each other, things had to change, but their friendship never

wilted. Not even after they’d started sleeping together. Of course, as his best friend, Max had also been Leon’s confidant whenever he’d gotten drunk and depressed, talking about the one that got away. The glow in Leon’s eyes diminished, but didn’t entirely go away. “You told me he dumped you in front of the whole class for no reason, that he stopped returning your calls and you never heard from him again. He does that and then your grand plan is to invite him here and…what?” Leon said nothing. He frowned. “What do mean what? You want me to answer

that?” “Yeah, I want you to answer that!” Max snapped. “This is some crazy shit you’re pulling here, and kind of creepy. I love you, man, but it is.” “So what? It’s not like this is going to be permanent.” “Isn’t it?” Leon rolled his eyes. He turned his back on his friend and looked back at his tablet. “Don’t be an idiot. I have to get this food ordered before he comes back down.” Leon had cooked breakfast himself, but he wanted a catering service for lunch. He had paperwork to do and calls to make. Much as he liked cooking, he

didn’t have the time to be doing that all the time. “Right. You kidnapped your exboyfriend just to serve him some lunch, and tracked down his dog.” Leon looked back at him. “It’s my dog.” Max stared at him. “What are you doing, Leon?” Leon stopped at the serious tone to Max’s voice. The way his friend stared at him…Leon didn’t think he liked the worry he was seeing there. It was a little too real. Leon shook his head. “This isn’t anything. I just want to fuck him a few times. That’s it.”

Max wagged his finger at him. “Ah, you want to put him in his place.” Leon shrugged. “So?” Max crossed his arms. “Much as I like the idea of you torturing the guy a little, don’t you think this is enough?” Leon cocked his head to the side. “Enough?” “His rich daddy disowned him for being gay. That shit doesn’t exactly happen in the public too much anymore, but it happened. He probably doesn't know his parents went bankrupt. He lived in a shitty apartment in the asshole of town and the guy had to give up his damned dog because he couldn’t afford to keep it. Much as I hate his guts for

what he did to you, Jesus, even I have to admit that’s the most pathetic thing I ever heard in my life.” Leon wished Max hadn’t said that, because it was just going to make him feel guilty. Not much, but just enough to make his stupid conscious kick him in the balls. “Who cares? Not like I did that to him.” Max’s brows lifted. “No, we just bought out his company from under him, stripped it, and sold the assets.” “That’s business.” “You’re lucky he’s going along with this. He must really love that dog.” And again, Leon felt a cringing

sensation in his gut. Yeah, Will loved that dog. He loved the dog and he never loved Leon. That’s why Leon needed the dog. Fuck. He was already hating this entire thing. “He has a scar on his back.” Max’s eyes shot wide. “A scar? What scar?” Leon shrugged. “Don’t know. I never saw it before. It’s not new. Has to be several years old by now.” Which made him nervous about when Will had gotten it. He’d always said his father was kind of mean, and Leon never knew how mean until it came out the man had disowned him for being gay. The

papers talked about it for a bit. It was one of those stories that had gone viral for a bit on the Internet. The mean and angry father, bigoted, who threw his son out of his home when he came out as gay. There was no video footage of it, so the reach wasn’t as wide, and it didn’t stick around for too long. No one started a funding page for Will, either, but if Leon wanted to, he could go online right now and find some blog posts using it as another example of why the rich and powerful were utterly evil and heartless, all the time with no exceptions. Of course, Leon was playing into this himself, now, but whatever. He was in this not just for a little payback either.

He wanted closure. Max knew that. Which was why the wolf shifter was giving him such a shitty look. “You think his old man might’ve done that?” Leon shook his head. “Don’t know.” Leon had gone through every public record he could find. There had been no hospital records indicating Will had gotten into a bad fight when he was a kid, before or after he’d broken things off with Leon. Of course, Will had been gone for a couple of weeks before the breakup. Leon had called him, received almost no answers, and when he’d tried to visit, Will's windows were locked at night. When Leon did finally see Will at

school, he refused to hug him, even in private. He’d been pale, kind of sweaty after first class, and his lips were gray as death. He’d been angry when Leon stole a kiss. When he’d broken it off, Leon had assumed Will was in a bad mood. He’d waited three of the longest days of his life before he tried to get Will back. He’d thought they would get back together. Will had been stealing glances at Leon throughout some of their classes, and Leon took that as the hint that Will had been in a bad mood, and was too embarrassed to come out and admit he might have been wrong. When Leon had asked Will if they could hang out

Saturday night, confident that Will would smile, sigh, and say yes with that shy smile on his face that Leon had grown to love, he’d been stunned when Will had slammed his locker shut, rounded on Leon, and shouted out loud that he didn’t want to date a freak anymore. Leon dropped out of school the next day. Now he was here. Leon was one of the success stories pointed to when people spoke about having a drive without an education. Leon was a selfmade billionaire, and it was all thanks to his ruthless nature, his willingness to push other people out of the ring, and keeping his focus on what he wanted.

He’d thought he’d wanted to get back at Will. That’s why he’d swooped in and taken over his smaller business. Normally, Leon wouldn’t have bothered with a company that small. He’d only wanted it because it had William Morrison’s name on it. Now, ever since last night, when Leon had fucked him, taken Will’s pleasure, seen that scar, come inside him…he wasn’t sure what he wanted anymore. Something felt different. Leon didn’t know how long he was thinking about that when he suddenly looked up, and realized Max was staring at him. One bushy black brow lifted, an unimpressed expression on his face.

“What? What?” Leon asked. Max shook his head. “You’re going to get attached.” “I am not!” “Yes you are. Stop being an idiot. You’re going to get attached to the absolute worst person on the face of the earth, and you’re going to get your precious little heartbroken all over again.” “That is not going to happen.” But Max was giving him a look. Leon knew that look. “Sure it’s not. Just don’t come crying to me when he does.” “I thought I could always come crying to you.” Max didn’t smile back at Leon’s joke.

He left the office, shutting the door behind him. Leon gripped the tablet in his hands so tight he cracked it. In his anger over cracking it, he slammed the thing down onto the floor, breaking it for sure this time. Fuck. Now he had to go out and get a new tablet. Maybe he could order one from the store. He just had to send one of his assistants out to pick the thing up so he could have it before lunch. Of course Max would be pissed. Of course he would be. Why the hell wouldn’t he? Max had come along after Leon had dropped out of high school. They’d spent a couple of nights on the

street together, fighting, keeping each other’s backs. When they both realized the other wouldn’t steal from them in the night, it was like a bond had been formed between them. Max had been there when Leon needed someone, and of course things got sexual between them. Leon had ended it. He didn’t want that sort of relationship with his best friend, and he was pretty sure Max agreed wholeheartedly… But every once in a while, something happened, Max said or did something that made Leon rethink how well he knew his best friend. He hoped Max wasn’t still harbouring

feelings for him. If he was, then there was pretty much nothing Leon could do for him because he didn’t feel the same way. Shit. Leon didn’t have long to prepare. He called his assistant, told her where to go for him to get his new tablet, then finish ordering the food so he could finally have a talk with Will. **** Will checked his emails, surfed the Internet on his computer, and did everything he possibly could to keep from coming out of his room until he absolutely had to.

He was terrified he would run into that driver again, and he was sort of worried Leon would see Sam with him and change his mind about letting the dog stay in his room. Will was enjoying having his dog lying beside him too much, just the way he used to. Sam was such a big baby sometimes. It wasn’t until Sam got up and whined at the door that Will realized he was going to have to leave. As smart as he thought his dog could be, he wasn’t toilet trained or anything. Will got his shoes on and took his dog out into the hall. Where did Leon set Sam loose when it was time for him to

use the bathroom? Will seriously doubted it was anywhere on that immaculate front lawn, and maybe Will would let his dog out there anyway if he had some dog bags with him, but he didn’t. So, Will followed Sam. He seemed to know where to go. Sam led Will to the back of the house on the first floor. There were sliding glass doors that led out onto a beautiful deck, the most gorgeous thing Will had ever seen in his life. Was that a hot tub way down there? Will was pretty sure that was a hot tub. He supposed it made sense. It might actually be weird if a billionaire didn’t

own a hot tub. Sam ran off the deck, which was good because Will didn’t want to have to explain a giant mess on the wood. He ran to the trees in the distance. That wasn’t the only thing that was in the distance. Another house. It was smaller than the mansion Will had been staying in, and there was a…a pool. That was a pool house. Right. Will reminded himself it would only be strange if a billionaire didn’t own a whole second house on the same property as the first one. Leon probably owned a couple of private jets and maybe even…

Will groaned. Even his own personal whore. Damn. Sam did his thing, but when Will called for him, he didn’t come. He went to the door of the pool house, and promptly let himself in using the dog door attached. Will frowned. “Sam? Hey! Sam, come back!” Sam did not come back. Shit. Was he allowed in there? It was a doggy door, so it was likely. What if Leon…no, Will banished that thought. Though some crazy billionaires in the world might buy an actual house for their pets, it was obvious Leon had taken Sam in to get back at Will. There

was no way he’d furnished that whole house for a dog. Will might not know Will anymore, but he was pretty sure he knew the man well enough to say for sure that Leon wouldn’t be that wasteful. Will stepped forward, intent on following his dog, and getting him out of there before he could chew up some old furniture or something. Will didn’t know the rules, and just in case Sam wasn’t allowed in there when Leon wasn’t around, Will wanted to get him out and bring him back to his room. He stopped dead in his tracks at the sight of the driver stepping out of the same door Sam had walked into. He looked irritated. He even shook his head

and lifted his hands into the air, making angry gestures, like he was arguing with someone who wasn’t there. He didn’t seem to notice Will was standing on the lawn as he made his way across, down to the garage, and let himself into the main house. Will let out a happy sigh of relief. Thank God. Will didn’t want to talk to that guy on a normal day. He was fairly sure he definitely didn’t want to speak with him when he was already in a pissed off mood. Now the urge to get his dog back became the only thing Will could focus on. He ran across the lawn, hoping the driver hadn’t locked the door when he’d

stepped out. The windows all had the curtains closed, so Will couldn’t look inside. He tested the door, turned the handle, and pushed. Not locked. He was in. Someone laughed. Will halted. “What are you doing back here, bud? You came to visit?” Sam barked. That was Leon. What was he doing…? Well, sure this was his house, but why was he hiding out in the pool house? Leon must have heard the door opening with those alpha ears of his, because he called out.

“Max? You come back to beg for forgiveness or what?” Max? The name of the driver. He couldn’t have been any random employee. Not when Leon spoke like that, using his first name, and in that tone, like he was trying to tease an old friend. Will eased his way forward, trying not to call too much attention to himself as he made his way around the corner of the small kitchen, one that looked a thousand times more normal than the big one Will had been in this morning. He peeked around the corner. Leon sat in an old recliner. Sam barked at him, down in a play bow while Leon tried to

take a rope from his mouth. “What you got there? That’s mine. That looks like mine.” Will’s breath caught. Leon was playing with Sam? Sam was having fun, he was trying to make the big mean alpha in front of him play a tugging game, and they were having fun. When Will took Sam back to his room and unpacked his stuff, he had to admit, he got more than a little worried about Sam’s living arrangements. He’d pictured his dog along and afraid in that big house, not getting any love or attention from anything or anyone. The proof of the opposite was right here. Leon was good with Sam, and Sam

apparently trusted an alpha cat shifter enough to share his toys with him. Sort of. “Max?” Leon looked up. The smile melted from his face when he saw Will’s face there instead of Max’s. Will stepped all the way out, revealing himself to Leon. “I’m sorry. I saw Sam run in here and I didn’t know you were here.” When Leon dropped the rope to stand, Sam wasn’t satisfied with the easy win of the game. He kept nudging Leon’s hand, trying to get him to grab the robe so they could fight for it. Leon ignored him and stood.

Will felt like he needed to fill the silence in the room. Leon was staring at him, and Will was probably standing in a spot he wasn’t allowed to be. “I, ah, thought that when you took Sam…but you’re good with him. He clearly likes you.” Sam barked up at Leon. Leon petted his head. “Did you think I was abusing him to get back at you or something?” Will tried to hide the warm flush of humiliation he felt rising up his neck. He couldn’t say anything to that. He stuttered. “I…uh…” Leon glared at him. He checked his phone. “You’re an hour early for lunch.”

“Oh, well, sorry, we can come back if you want.” “No,” Leon shook his head, and Will shivered as the much taller man stepped forward. His strong, broad shoulders gave Will the impression of standing in his shadow. He hated himself for it, but this was one of the things Will had always thought attractive about him. He’d loved Leon’s size and strength. It seemed he loved it even now, and Will was half hard, his cock straining against his pants, before Leon even spoke. “I think I’d rather we went upstairs while we wait. Just the two of us.”

Will swallowed hard, letting Leon take him by the arm and walk up the stairs with him, his heart hammering all the way as he tried not to stare at Leon’s ass in those suit pants.

Chapter Seven Will couldn’t think. For a few hard seconds, he felt like he couldn’t breathe. No. That wasn’t the problem. He could breathe just fine. He was just too damned excited when Leon opened the door to one of the bedrooms, and it had the very distinct impression of being lived in. In fact, it was just a regular bedroom. There was even a spare suit jacket on a hanger, hooked to the closet door. This bedroom was more lavish than most, bigger, but nothing at all like the guest room Will had been given in that giant house.

He saw laptop propped up on a stand on the desk in the corner, books all over the place. Everything from fiction to nonfiction, and textbooks on accounting. There were some socks in the corner of the room, too, and the bed looked like it was made by someone who had just thrown the sheets onto it, someone who didn’t have the time to make everything look pristine. “You live in your pool house?” Will asked. “Why—gaahhh!” Will shouted as he went down hard. Leon pushed him onto the mattress, and he bounced. Ah, the room was smaller and more normal than anything in that giant

mansion had, but the mattress was clearly a quality one. “That place is too big. I can’t sleep there,” Leon said, his hands grabbing onto Will’s belt buckle and yanking on it. He had his eye on the prize and he was clearly going to get what he wanted. Will didn’t much feel like stopping him as he was roughly undressed. “S-so you sleep here?” His pants came off, his thighs exposed to the cooler air in the room. Leon reached for his black underwear next, yanking them down, releasing Will’s cock. It throbbed, relieved at first, but then he was hot and desperate again. “Yeah, I sleep here.” Leon wet his lips

with his tongue before he pressed them around the head of Will’s cock. “Oh!” Will moaned, throwing his head back onto sheets. **** Leon could smell him. He could smell the musk, the lust, he had that heavy scent in his nose, and he held it there. Leon moaned. It was good. Will tasted good. He tasted better than Leon had imagined he would taste. He wanted more. He didn’t just want to luck along the shaft of Will’s cock. He wanted to take him all the way into his mouth and make Will moan and beg for

him. He wanted to taste the man’s cum. As though he was reading Leon’s mind, Will’s hands reached down, threading through Leon’s blond hair. “It’s just like a real mane of hair. Fuck.” Will moaned again as Leon put his lips all the way around the head of his cock. Leon hallowed his cheeks. He didn’t often do this. He didn’t normally put himself in this position, but the desire throbbed hot and heavy inside him. Every moan Will released belonged to Leon. Every thrust of those slim hips belonged to Leon, too. It was all his, and with each moan and cant of those hips, Leon’s cock throbbed and ached, as if

Will was giving him pleasure just by lying there and getting off. Leon reached down, pressing his hand to his crotch, trying to ease the ache, but of course, he only made it worse. “Y-yeah, Leon. Oh fuck.” Will gripped Leon’s hair a little too tight. He pushed him down more, as far as Leon would allow him, until he was damn near deep throating the man. “Just like that. Oh, yeah.” Will was already lost to the sensation. He was getting off, and for some reason Leon was on his knees in front of the man instead making it the other way around. What was he doing? He shouldn’t be

the one pleasuring Will like this. He had Will here specifically so he could be the one doing this to Leon. Christ. He gets a little excited and loses his focus. That wasn’t a good thing. Leon pulled back. He tried to hide his displeasure, but even with those eyes glazed over with lust, it was obvious Will saw it. He frowned a little. “What’s the matter?” As if Leon would tell him. “Get on your hands and knees.” Will’s confused frown deepened. Leon could see the inner struggle in those eyes as Will tried to piece together what was happening.

When he did, Leon saw that, too. He saw the light go off behind Will’s eyes, and then the sadness and disappointment. Will sighed and turned. “Right.” Offense and anger filled Leon to the brim. “Don’t sound too excited or anything.” Will snorted, on his hands and knees know, and aside from his cock, which was still hard and pointing up at him, there was no sign of the sex kitten that had been in bed with Leon just a moment ago. “Not going to talk now, are you? I didn’t invite you here so I could fuck a lifeless doll.” “Well, that’s just too damned bad for

you,” Will said. “You didn’t exactly make me sign a contract either.” Fuck. He hadn’t, but that was what he was holding the dog over Will’s head for. The dog, and the security of not having to sleep on the streets at night. Leon didn’t do any of those things. He just stared for a moment. Will’s back was still covered, so Leon couldn’t see the scar, but just having Will in this position was enough to remind him of the fact that it was there. Then he was staring at Will’s bare ass, and a new form of lust overcame him. He wanted to thrust his cock inside that tight hole, wanted to fuck Will harder than he’d done last night, but no. As

much as he wanted to do that, there was something else he wanted to do even more. Will swallowed hard enough that Leon heard it over his pounding heart. “Are you going to do something? Or just stare at me? Leon?” “I’m going to do something all right.” Leon adjusted himself, gripped Will’s hips tightly, and leaned in. Will’s head popped up when he felt the press of Leon’s tongue against his hole. “What are you…? Oh fuuu-uuck.” Will drew out that one word to make it sound like two or three different syllables. Leon couldn’t be sure because he was too busy enjoying the shivers that

passed through Will’s body as Leon tongued him. “Wanted to do this to you for so long,” he said. He didn’t even care if he was admitting something so private to Will. This had been another one of Leon’s fantasies and he was going to act on it. He hardened his tongue into a point and pressed it harder against Will’s hole, pushing forward and not stopping until he was inside. Will bucked and moaned. “Oh God, you’ve got to be kidding me…uuuhngg!” “That’s it, sweetheart, moan for me. You belong to me. This is mine.” Leon was going on a power trip. He

wanted everything Will had to give him, and he didn’t care about the positions they were in. He didn’t. So long as Will was moaning and calling out Leon’s name, then everything was as it should be. Everything was right in the world so long as Will left this house aching for Leon, aching for what he’d thrown away. Leon thrust his tongue deeper, as deep as he could go, spreading Will’s cheeks apart to go the distance. Will moaned and shivered, pushing his ass back against Leon’s tongue. Leon pulled back, using his hand to grab onto Will’s cock, stroking it, playing with his testicles, and feeling every throb of the man’s heartbeat through his dick.

“You like that?” Will nodded. “I like it. Oh yeah, I like it.” “Then shout my name.” Will looked back at him. “What?” Leon felt a little of the alpha come out of him, and because he was fairly sure Will liked it, despite his freak comment all those years ago, Leon allowed it. He allowed Will to see the lion inside of Leon’s eyes, and he took great pleasure as he watched Will’s eyes widen, as he shivered. “Scream my name for me. I want to make sure you know who’s fucking you.” “There’s not exactly anyone else in the room.”

Leon shook his head. “I don’t care. You’re going to do it.” He didn’t have to make any threats. He could see that he already had Will right where he wanted him. Will swallowed, and he nodded. “Aalright.” “Good,” Leon sighed, and went back to what he’d been doing. Will gripped the sheets, bucking slightly when Leon’s tongue pressed once more to his asshole, then pushed inside, teasing him. “Oh fuck,” Will sighed. That’s right. Feels good, doesn’t it? No one else will ever give this to you but me.

Leon got lost in what he was doing, got lost in the warmth and pleasure of his lover, in the noises Will made for him, and the shivers and sighs he released. Leon loved it. And then he started to notice something fairly important. Will was not calling out his name. That was important. It annoyed Leon that he had yet to hear it as Will bucked his ass against Leon’s tongue. Leon pulled back. He glared at the back of Will’s head. “You’re not saying it.” Will shook his head, looking back at him. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop.” Could he really be that swept away?

Leon hoped so, but that wasn’t the point. He dug his fingers harder into Will’s waist. He was going to leave bruises later on, but he didn’t care. “Say my name, or I stop this right now and you can finish yourself off.” It was enough of a threat to get Will to comply. “L-Leon.” “That’s it. Not so hard, see?” “Just keep going. Please.” The begging was almost better than hearing his name moaned like that. “Keep saying it. I want to hear you singing my name.” He was going to make sure Will never forgot him after this, that he never forgot

how he was fucked so well by a freak. He pressed his tongue back against Will’s hole, licking around the rim, pushing inside, flicking his tongue and teasing the man. Will damn near shot up off the bed. “Leon!” That’s it. That’s what he wanted. Leon pushed his tongue deeper, even when it hurt his jaw, he kept going. Will sang his name all right. Over and over again. “Leon, Leon, Leon.” It was like Will moaned Leon’s name in time with each backward thrust against his tongue. And Leon felt his cock throb, his

testicles go tight. A breeze of wind through an open window would make him come right now if he wasn’t careful, and he wanted to be careful. He wanted this to go on, and on… But he didn’t have the willpower. Leon reached for his cock, moaned as he stroked himself twice, and then came with his tongue still inside of Will’s body. He pulled back when Will bucked and shouted, his hole clenching tight, and Leon pulled out just before Will could clamp down on his tongue. Will fell down onto the sheets, his hand on his cock, stroking himself as he orgasmed.

Leon’s body throbbed as he came down off the high of his own pleasure, but he was still hard. He was still hard and his balls still felt tight. He wanted more. He wanted to go again, and he was going to. He always kept lube in his room. Why wouldn’t he? He reached for it in the drawer, always an arm’s length away for when he was in the mood, and he popped open the cap, slathering the slick across Will’s hole. Will moaned, glancing behind himself as Leon lined up the head of his cock with Will’s pucker. Will pushed himself back onto his hands and knees, though he seemed to be

swaying a little. Leon pushed forward. There was pressure, but otherwise, Will accepted him easily, and Leon grunted as he pushed until he was balls deep. “Fuck. So good,” he said, pulling back, out of that heat, and then pressing forward again. Will moaned. His arms lost their strength and he fell down on his face, his ass in the air. Leon moaned at the sight. He thrust forward harder, faster. His pleasure rose up high quickly, but thanks to the previous orgasm, he was able to better contain it. He could make this last. “You’re so perfect. Feels so good,”

Leon said. “Push your ass back against me.” Will chuckled, his eyes blinking blearily open, a lazy smile on his face as his body jerked back and forth with the force of Leon’s thrusts. “I really don’t think I have the strength for that.” Leon stopped. He stared down at Will’s body, at the way he was splayed out across the bed for Leon to take. He liked the look of this. He liked seeing Will so compliant for him. But he also wanted the man to participate. He didn’t think Will was doing this on purpose, as he stared at the other man, he got the impression Will

really was just exhausted. He reached down, grabbed Will by the shoulders, and pulled him up so Will was sitting in his lap. Will’s eyes shot open wide, his mouth dropping in a silent gasp as the new position seemed to push Leon’s cock deeper inside his hole. Leon grunted, feeling that clenching squeeze around his shaft. “Oh my God,” he said through his teeth, then turned his attention back to Will. “Lean against my chest, just like this. Can you do that?” Will nodded. He panted for breath, seeming to make a genuine effort to keep up. Will had always been so full of

energy when they were younger. Did he always get so tired this easily? A question for later as Leon canted his hips forward and back, forward and back. Will shut his eyes, sighing, moaning. He reached down and clamped his hand on Leon’s leg, as though trying to pull him forward harder, faster. “Want me to fuck you harder?” Will nodded. “You know what I want to hear.” Will swallowed. “Leon, please fuck me hard.” God, that was amazing, and the lion inside of Leon’s chest roared to life. Will liked it, liked being ordered

around, he just wasn't admitting it. Leon roared out loud as he clamped his fingers tight over Will’s hips. He slammed into the other man, their hips slapping together, making lewd noises in the air, and it was good. Goddamn, it was so good. Will gasped and moaned, shaking his head from side to side. The noises out of his mouth were so arousing that Leon didn’t think he’d be able to hold back his orgasm for as long as he’d been hoping. “Y-yeah, Leon! That’s so good.” Everything else Will said was gibberish, and that was even better than having the man say his name over and over again.

Leon reached for Will’s cock. It was right there, bouncing back and forth heavily against his stomach, and how could he not want to touch it when it was practically begging him to? Leon curled his fingers around the heavy shaft. Leon stroked his thumb over the crown. Leon hadn’t noticed when it had gotten hard again. He’d thought Will wouldn’t have the energy for that, but apparently, he did, and now that he was in an easier position, he circled his hips, slowly compared to the fast, hard fucking Leon was giving him, but it was something. “Leon, I’m gonna come again. I’m coming. I’m…” Will’s words were cut

off by his own shout of pleasure. Leon felt the rush of warm cum shooting across his hand and onto their legs, and the sheets, but he didn’t care. He stroked Will’s cock until there was nothing left for the man to give. The clench of Will’s tight hole around Leon’s cock was almost painful, but when Will relaxed, Leon groaned, still humping forward as he spilled deep inside Will’s body. Right where he belonged. Right where he’d wanted to be for all these years. Leon curled his arms around Will’s chest, hugging him tight, and without meaning to, his mouth found Will’s shoulder and neck.

He kissed him. Leon allowed it. What else was he supposed to do with his mouth when he was fucking the man of his dreams? Kissing was one of the basics, and it felt weird to not kiss during sex. Even though Leon had decided to at least try to stick with his rule by not kissing Will on the mouth, the moment Will turned his head when their eyes met and they looked at each other, bodied still connected, Leon gave in. Will shut his eyes and Leon did to, leaning in the rest of the way, their lips pressing together. Leon licked at Will’s lips tenderly, but not too much, it wasn’t that sort of kiss.

It was… It was too damned romantic. Too romantic for what this was supposed to be, and exactly the reason why Leon had wanted to avoid the kissing. He jerked back when he felt the touch of Will’s hand on his cheek. “What’s the matter?” Will asked. Leon cleared his throat. He tried to be gentle as he pulled his soft cock free from Will’s hole. “If you want, you can have a shower down the hall. The food should be coming soon.” “Food?” Leon slid off the bed. “We were going to have lunch together, remember?”

Will’s face turned a bright shade of red. “Oh, right.” Leon didn’t wait for Will to collect his clothes. He had to get out of here. He had to shift. He felt the animal inside him stirring and something happened that wasn’t supposed to happen. Leon left.

Chapter Eight Will wasn’t sure what Leon’s problem was as he rushed out of his room. It was strange enough that a billionaire lived in the pool house instead of the much more luxurious mansion that was only a hundred or so feet away. But then he heard the animalistic growl downstairs, just as Will was putting his legs back into his pants. He stopped dead, then immediately rushed to the window. The sight of the lion stalking the property was intense. Will felt a shiver ripple up his spine. He knew who that was. Obviously it

was Leon, but Will had never seen Leon in his full lion form. When they’d been kids, Leon hadn’t had the capabilities of shifting into the full animal. Will had asked him about it, naturally curious about his boyfriend, but the most Leon had been able to do at that age was make his claws come out and his face changed. He’d looked distinctly cat-like even back then, but Will had always wanted to see what Leon looked like as a lion. From the window, he looked like…a regular lion. Only it was better because Will wasn’t gazing at him from the safety of his car in a safari, or on TV. Leon was right there, walking around

on the grass, pacing and circling. He appeared unhappy about something, and Will wished he knew what it was. Something he’d done? Was Will’s presence here bothering him? Will took no pleasure in thinking about that. For all the shit Leon had put Will through, Will had done his own share of that to Leon. He’d thought he’d hated the man when Leon came in and bought his company out from under him, not even bothering to keep it, but to strip it of its assets and sell it off. Now that he was here…he wasn’t so sure. Not even two full days. Will had spent

the night here and been fucked by Leon twice, kissed spectacularly once in the car, and another time when they were both coming down off the high of a spectacular orgasm, and he was already having second thoughts about his feelings for the man. It was almost as if Will still…and so what if he did? So what if his old feelings were coming back? Just because Leon hated his guts and was only doing this to punish him, was going to throw him away once he’d had his fun… Okay, maybe it wasn’t such a great thing that Will was letting his old feelings get the better of him. He stared down at the lion on the

grass. Had he ever seen Leon in that form when they were both still in school, he wouldn’t have hesitated to tell Leon how cool it looked, and ask if he could touch that brilliant looking golden brown mane. Not now. That wouldn’t be welcome. Leon only wanted Will for sex, wanted to get back at him for the way he’d ended things when they were in school, and Will wished he was made of tougher stuff, but the fact that his heart clenched and his throat closed, meant he was very much not the strong, capable man he’d thought himself to be. ****

Leon wasn’t a billionaire because he sat on his ass twiddling his thumbs all day. He had a job to do, people to see, boring meetings to attend, sites to visit and papers to sign. He had to work with his employees, make offers to the companies he wanted to purchase, and when they didn’t accept his offer, find out what loopholes he had to jump through before he could take their companies from them. It wasn’t anything personal. It was just business. It also meant that Leon didn’t have quite the time he was hoping he’d have to spend with Will.

Max thought it was hilarious. Hilarious and annoying, the way Leon pined after a man he’d talked about constantly when he was drunk. Talk of revenge, talk of the good times. The poor wolf was probably so sick of Leon doing nothing but thinking and talking about Will that he could do nothing else but laugh. More than once, Max had said if he didn’t laugh, he’d probably end up punching Leon in the throat. Being that he was an alpha wolf, he might just do it. A month went by. A month where Leon barely had the time to get home at all, let alone sleep in his own bed with Will in it.

Not that Will slept in his bed. In the two other times Leon had fucked the other man, Will had never stayed in his bed. He always got his clothes on and quietly left the room. Not that Leon had been telling him to go, but he also wasn’t asking Will to stay, either. And he wouldn’t. An alpha had his pride after all, and Leon couldn’t bring himself to do something as telling as requesting that Will spend the night. It was too personal, more intimate than the kissing, and the fact that Leon wanted it was a weakness. He wouldn’t allow Will to know it was something he did want. He couldn’t let that happen.

If he did let it happen, and Will realized Leon’s feelings for him were running deeper than Leon wanted them to, it would put the game in Will’s hands. Will would have all the strength in this fucked up arrangement they had come to, and Leon couldn’t have that. He was never going to let Will look at him with that pained expression on his face and call Leon a freak ever again. When Leon drove home, he sighed when he finally made it to the gates of his home. It was late, and he was starving, but thankfully, he’d finally closed the deal. One of the companies he’d had his eye on folded. It was going to sell. It was

always better when the owner did that instead of forcing Leon to use other methods. The man had taken one look at Leon’s track record and knew he was done. He sure as hell dragged out the negotiation process, however, and Leon had his mind on other things as of late, so he gave more money when it was requested. Now it was over, and Leon was determined that he was going to take a whole week off. A week where he could spend all day and night in bed with his lover. What was the point of paying Will to stay in his house if he didn’t make use of the man? The last time they’d fucked had

been over a week ago, and something had felt off at the time. Leon couldn’t explain it, but as he parked his Porsche next to his five other cars, a Mercedes, a Ferrari, and a few classics, he was damn near whistling a tune as he left the garage. He let himself into the house. Sam started barking, but then stopped as he realized it was no intruder. Leon dragged his hand over the head of fur. Sam wagged his tail, and Leon smiled at him. He hadn’t wanted a dog when he’d heard Will had been forced to part with him, but now that Sam had been his for a couple of months, he could see the

benefits to having a canine around. Even as a cat shifter. Dogs were stupidly loyal, and it was nice to come home to something that smiled at him. Will didn’t do that. “Where’s Will? Why aren’t you with him?” Sam cocked his head to the side at the sound of Will’s name, but that was all he did. Leon went to one of the cupboards and pulled out a big chew. He held it out to the animal, made it sit and shake his hand, then handed it over. Sam took the treat and immediately trotted of. Of course, it was in the

direction of Will’s room. Typical. Leon followed. He was already removing his tie and jacket, leaving them on the railing of the stairs as he jumped up them two at a time. Sam was barking again. When Leon got to the top of the stairs, way down the hall, he spotted his dog. He thought Sam was barking to get in Will’s room, but he stopped short. Sam’s bone was on the floor, and he wasn’t just barking to get in, he was jumping and scratching on the door. Leon frowned. He ran for the door and tested the knob. It was locked. He knocked hard.

“Will? It’s me, open the door.” There was no answer. Leon looked down at the dog, who looked sadly back up at him. His ears were down, and a soft whine escaped his throat as he waited to get in. Leo knocked harder, using his fist. “Will? Open the door. Wake up!” He had to be napping or something. That was the only innocent explanation for this. He was obviously in there. Even if Leon wasn’t a shifter and couldn’t smell his scent, the dog was right here, waiting to get in to see his former master. That was enough. And when Will still didn’t answer, Leon decided he wasn’t

waiting anymore. He grabbed the door knob and knocked his shoulder against the door. Of course the wooden frame came off. A human would’ve had some real trouble with that. Leon was not a human. The bed was empty as he stepped inside. There was an acidic smell in the air that made Leon stomach lurch. He walked to the bathroom quickly. “Will?” The light was on when he opened the door. Will lay on the cold tile, next to the toilet, as if he’d passed out there. “Jesus!” Leon rushed to Will’s side, leaning down, putting his hands on Will’s face and neck.

He was warm, there was a heartbeat. Christ, had he fallen? Leon pulled Will to sit up against his chest. “Hey, Will. Wake up? Will?” Will sucked in a breath, opening his eyes and looking around. “What’s…” he looked up at Leon, then shut his eyes and rubbed his face. “What are you doing here?” Leon blinked. “What am I doing here? Well, you weren’t answering your door and you were sleeping on the floor. Hey, stay with me. Don’t shut your eyes.” “I don’t feel good.” He sounded so groggy. Leon was genuinely worried. “Will, stay awake a little while

longer, okay? Did you fall and hit your head? Or are you sick?” It smelled like Will had been vomiting in here, but there was no puke on the floor or in the toilet bowl. He must have flushed it away before passing out. “I didn’t fall,” Will said, closing his eyes again. At least that explained that. Will moaned, pushing away from Leon’s arms and reaching for the toilet again. Leon helped him go. Will retched and puked into the water almost violently. Leon winced in sympathy as he rubbed the man’s back and tried to help ease the pain. What the hell did this? Something he

ate? Leon hadn’t been around for a while, so he might have food poisoning. He’d never seen anyone throw up that hard before in his life, however. Will sweated and shook like he was dying. When it continued for the rest of the night, even after Leon managed to pull Will into bed, and stayed with a bucket next to Will’s head to help him catch anything he threw up…Leon was more than a little worried. If it was the stomach flu, wouldn’t he be going to the bathroom, too? All he was doing was throwing up bile. Leon called one of his favorite restaurants and had them bring over some real chicken noodle soup with toasted French bread

and garlic. Those things were supposed to be good for humans who were sick, but Will couldn’t keep it down either. Leon called for a doctor that night, and was only able to get a house call because he was offering to pay so well. The damned bastard could only recommend to have Will brought to the hospital. “He might have an infection for all I can tell. I can’t test him here, and if I take any of his blood it will still take too long with me going back and forth from the hospital to here for anything I need. You should have gone to the hospital in the first place.” Leon hated the fact that the doctor was

right. He also hated how the man was talking to him like he was an idiot, regardless of how well it was deserved. Fuck, he should have brought Will to the hospital. Of course, the doctor he’d called, despite not being able to do anything for Will, still wanted the bribe Leon had offered to pay to get him here. He paid the doctor, then wrapped Will up in his blankets and carried him, and a fresh puke bucket, to the car. Will barely opened his eyes as he was carried to the garage. Leon placed the man gently in the passenger seat. Will groaned. Leon pushed his fingers through Will’s sweaty

hair, feeling how hot his skin was, despite the shivering. Leon got into the driver’s seat and gunned it for the hospital. **** They were in that wretched hospital for an hour before Leon was able to get them a room. In that time, Will threw up three more times. Leon had to offer another bribe. The nurses thought he was joking when he said the amount of money he was willing to pay. They weren’t laughing when he made the transfer into the right accounts. “I don’t feel good,” Will said, getting

onto the bed, clutching his bucket like it would save his life. “We’re taking care of it,” Leon replied. “I’m sorry.” What was he sorry about? Leon asked him, but Will immediately went to sleep. A couple of female doctors eventually came in and kicked Leon out of the room. He wasn’t family, and even though he offered another bribe, they didn’t take it. Right. Doctors got paid enough that a couple extra grand wouldn’t sway them, especially if they were worried about a lawsuit that would cost a lot more. It was galling having to wait in

another room. Leon had become so accustomed to getting what he wanted when he wanted it, that this new situation made him tense. He itched all over his body and he couldn’t seem to make the shaking in his knees stop. The lion in him wanted out, wanted to barge into that room and plant himself right there, but he held it back. Christ, what was the matter with Will? What could have happened to him in Leon’s house? Everything in there was supposed to be safe and healthy. Had Will become sickly since Leon had known him? He did seem to get tired a lot more easily than he used to, so that could be something.

He waited three hours for some news. He got up, wandered around, came back to sit down. He tried reading on his phone, but couldn’t. He sent some texts to Max, letting him know what was wrong with Will. Max, good man that he was, offered to divert all calls to Max’s phone so Leon wouldn’t have to deal with any business matters. Looking out the window, it was damn near dawn when one of the doctors finally came back. Leon shot to his feet. “Is he all right? What’s going on?” The woman sighed. She had bags under her eyes, she looked tired, but

Leon didn’t care about her stresses or her worries. He cared about Will. “He woke up, and we were able to ask him a few questions.” “Okay, about what?” Leon asked, crossing his arms, waiting to find out what any of this had to do with Will’s condition.” “Well, he told us that you and he have been having unprotected sex, and that you are an alpha lion shifter.” Leon jerked back, and then he saw where the doctor was going with this. “Is he pregnant?” “We don’t know for certain yet. He’s taking a test now. Pregnancies for men, being as rare as they are, can go on for

months before they’re discovered, and can become dangerous.” “I know all that. I know!” Leon snapped. The doctor didn’t seem to take offense to his tone. She’d probably heard worse over the years. “How long have you both been sexually active? If he’s your mate, then from now on you might want to think about using some form of birth control.” “Right,” Leon said. Male pregnancies were only so rare because they only happened between mates, and most shifters weren’t prone to gay sex, so it wasn’t something that could be easily discovered.

Leon…hadn’t seen this coming at all. The woman in front of him gave him a look. “Did you not know he was your mate?” “Obviously,” Leon said. He and Will were mates. Holy fuck. This was going to mess him up for a bit. How was he supposed to react to this? The woman smiled, a soft, fake smile she probably reserved for patients. “Well, there’s still the chance this isn’t what we think it is. In that case, he might not be your mate, if that’s what is cause for concern.” It wasn’t. Not really. Will thought he was a freak, and Leon had invited the man to his house to humiliate him. He

hoped Will wasn’t his mate. Not with a start-up like that. It was too much of a shitty way to begin a life with the man who was supposed to be his soul mate. And why would Will want to stay with him after everything that had happened? Was there a future in this at all? The doctor left him alone, and it was another half an hour before she came back with the news. “We gave him something for the nausea. He is pregnant.” Leon felt gut punched at the news. He sucked back a deep breath, and he nodded. Then a ringing noise sounded in his ears before everything seemed incredibly far away.

Will was his mate. They were going to be parents. Will hated him. How were they supposed to build anything off that? “He’s awake right now. You can go see him if you like.” Leon nodded. He felt dead inside as he put one foot in front of the other. When he reached Will’s door, Leon almost didn’t want to open it. He hesitated. He sucked back a deep breath and let himself inside. His mate was inside, and Will was pregnant with Leon’s pup because Leon hadn’t thought to use any fucking condoms. Will was lying on the bed, facing

away from the door when he came in. Someone had cleaned out his puke bucket. Leon could tell the difference in the smell of the room. Will turned his head slightly as he heard Leon step inside, but then he put his head back on the pillow. Leon shut the door. “Hey.” Will said nothing. Leon wet his mouth. He reached for one of the chairs for visitors. He stuck it on the other side of Will’s bed, hoping Will wouldn’t turn away from him when Leon sat down, coming face to face with him. Will didn’t, but he also wouldn’t look Leon in the face.

“So…” Leon said. “We’re going to be parents.” Will didn’t look so good. That was to be expected, he’d been sick all night, poked and prodded by doctors. On top of it all, male pregnancies were supposed to be harder than the female ones. The sickness Will would feel was going to be worse as his body formed organs that otherwise would not be there. And Will was still saying nothing to him. “I’ll take care of you. Both of you,” Leon said. Will shrugged. “Whatever. You can have it.”

Leon was silent for a half second. “Have what? The baby?” Will reached for the blanket, pulling it up to his chin. He still would not look Leon in the eyes. “You’re an alpha, so it’s going to be a shifter, too. You can take care of it better than I could, so you can have it when it’s here.” “Jesus Christ, Will, I’m not going to take it from you.” “I said you could have it.” “Why are you saying this?” Will glared at him, looking at him for the first time, and Leon got a good look at the red that was in those eyes. Will looked like walking death.

“You fucking hate me. That’s why I’m saying this.” Leon shook his head. “I don’t hate you.” “Bullshit.” Will tried to push himself up to a sitting position, wobbled, then came back down to lie on the bed like he already had been. He glared harder at Leon, as if this was his fault. Leon supposed that it kind of was. “You took everything from me. My business, my life, and now you have me living in your house as your personal prostitute so why do you think I’m doing this?” “I already said I wasn’t going to take

the baby from you.” “And I already said you’re full of shit,” Will said. “Why wouldn’t you try to take it from me? I was broke and on the verge of being thrown out on my ass, and now I can add whore to my resume.” Those weren't things Leon was planning on going to a judge with. “That’s not illegal anymore.” “It is without a license and you know damn well I don’t have that.” Will calmed his voice. His face turned colors, but then he was able to bring himself back to normal. “It doesn’t matter anyway. License or not, people don’t like prostitutes having kids.” “You’re not a prostitute.”

“You’re paying me to fuck you. There’s no other word for that.” Leon rubbed his hands through his hair. “What can I do to make you think I’m not going to take the baby from you?” Will looked at him, his eyes holding a lifeless expression Leon had never before seen in his life. “Nothing.” “Nothing? There has to be something.” “I don’t trust you,” Will snapped. “You’re just trying to trick me into some false sense of security before you do take it, so why should I bother with caring?” “Is that why you’re calling the baby an it? So you won’t get attached?”

Will glared at him, pulling the covers over his head. “Go away.” Leon sucked back a slow, deep breath. He didn’t move. “Actually, I can’t go away. You’re being discharged by the hospital. I’m here to take you home.” Will groaned. Leon reached up and rubbed the man’s shoulder through the thin blanket.

Chapter Nine “You gonna tell me how long you’ve been sick for?” Will glared at him. Leon glared back. He knew he was being annoying, but there was no way in hell he was giving up so easily. It had been two days since Leo brought Will home from the hospital, and the man’s symptoms seemed to come and go. Mostly they seemed to come, and Will was back to using his puke bucket. Sometimes he got the shakes, other times he slept. It really was like he was having a case of the stomach flu or something. Will wouldn’t tell him when the

symptoms had started, however. It shouldn’t have mattered. Will had only been in the house for a little over a month, so it was a short window, but Leon hated thinking of Will all alone in this big house, suffering while Leon had been away. Leon immediately hired a full house of staff to take care of things, and to get Will what he needed, when he needed it for the moments when Leon wasn’t around. So far, that had yet to happen because Leon had yet to leave his side. Somehow, knowing Will belonged to him on some primal, animal level, made something click in Leon’s head. He

stared at Will in a whole new light. Will had always been attractive. He’d always been the one that had gotten away as far as Leon was concerned, but this…this explained a lot. “It wasn’t for long. Just a couple days before you found me in the bathroom.” Leon blinked. He nodded. “Okay, I’m stunned you finally answered me.” Will pulled a pillow over his head and moaned. Leon sat on the bed, pulling himself up next to Will’s body. He tried to sense the cub inside the other man, but he couldn’t. It was too small, there was only Will’s heartbeat, but Leon was excited. He was excited to find his mate, for it to be Will,

and to be a father. The only downside was Will’s total unwillingness to trust him. If Will left, if he didn’t want anything to do with Leon, that would be a major problem. Leon wasn’t sure if Will meant it when he said he would give the baby to him and walk, or if he was saying that because he was depressed and angry, but either way, Leon couldn’t let him leave. He had to convince Will to stay. Leon wasn’t sure how to do that, however. This was his mate. They’d been so shitty to each other for years. Leon sucked back a deep breath. “Do you still not trust me? About not wanting to take the baby?”

Will pulled the pillow off his head and glared at him. He didn’t have to say anything. “Okay, how about this,” Leon said, yanking the pillow off Will’s face when he tried to cover himself with it again. “No, you’re not going to do that. Look at me.” “Fine,” Will snapped. “You don’t trust me because you think I’m out to get you. Why would that be?” A fire lit up in Will’s eyes. Leon was pleased at the sight of it because it meant Will hadn’t totally given up yet. “Oh, why would I think you’re out to get me? Could it be because you’ve been planning and scheming to ruin me ever

since high school?” “Yes, and why was that?” Will frowned. “Why were you trying to ruin my life?” Leon rolled his eyes. "I wasn’t trying to ruin your life.” “You stole my company right out from under me! It wasn’t worth enough for you to bother with it. Why would you do that to me? Then you swoop in and adopt my dog, and I’m still not sure I think your intentions were so great when you did that.” “But you’re glad Sam is here, right?” Sam was sitting at the end of the bed, snoozing peacefully by Will’s feet. Will looked down at the animal with

affection before his gaze hardened. “He’s not my dog so it doesn’t matter. Just keep feeding him and being nice to him and it’s enough.” “Uh huh,” Leon said. Will loved that dog, and he was convinced Leon was going to take it from him. That had been the plan, in the early staged of Leon’s planning, but not anymore. It was another reason why Will’s paranoia over having his child taken from him made sense. “All right, so you want to know why I bought your company?” Will looked at him, his eyes wide. “Yeah, I want to know that. Why the hell would you do that? I hadn’t thought of

you in years and then you suddenly just came in and ruined me for no reason.” Will hadn’t thought of Leon in years? That…really sucked. “Well?” Will demanded. Leon tried to breathe calmly and evenly. “Okay, well, to be honest, you might not have been thinking about me for a long time, but I’d been thinking about you. A lot.” “Why? Because I broke it off with you? We were just kids.” Leon’s mouth thinned into a firm line. “You called me a freak in front of the entire school.” “I…” Will trailed off. “I’m sorry about that. I forgot about that.”

“You forgot about that?” Leon snapped. “Did you also forget that I dropped out of school because of that? Not everyone knew I was a shifter.” “People don’t care about shifters anymore. They didn’t much care about them back then.” “I don’t care. It was still a big deal to me.” Will cringed. “I’m sorry, okay? But I just…I had to end it. You kept coming around.” Leon threw his hands up in the air. “And why wouldn’t I when you were constantly giving me those puppy looks in class. Then you vanish for a couple of weeks and…”

Will wasn’t fighting him back on any of this. He was just staring down at his hands, like he didn’t know what to do with them. Leon hated this. He hated they were fighting. “It seems stupid to say it like this, but yeah, I wanted to get back at you for breaking it off. Not just breaking it off, but breaking it off like that, and I wanted you to have to rely on me.” Leon waited a beat, then nudged Will’s shoulder with his own. “I didn’t tell your dad, though. That wasn’t me. I’m…sorry he disowned you. That’s harsh.” Will swallowed hard. “He, uh, he stabbed me.”

Leon frowned. He looked at Will, not sure he’d heard that right. “Sorry, what? He…he stabbed you? Are you serious?” Will nodded. “You saw that scar on my back, right?” That deep, pink scar. Leon felt cold all over. “That was him?” A sort of panic overcame Leon in that moment, the kind that came when he wanted to put his arms around Will’s shoulders and hug him tight, protect him from something that had happened years ago, but also knowing it wouldn’t be a welcome touch. “When did he do this? After you came out?” Will shook his head, but then stopped.

“Well, kind of, yeah.” “Kind of? What’s that supposed to mean?” Will glanced at him, then quickly looked away. “I know it’s kind of stupid to think about, but…he was my dad, you know? I knew what he thought of two men being together, but I thought since I was his son, things would be different. I…I didn’t tell him about you, but he guessed it when I tried to explain to him that I might like boys, you know?” “Jesus, Will…” Leon reached out to take his shoulder. Will shrugged him off. “Don’t…just don’t for now, okay?” Leon nodded. He didn’t touch the

other man. He just let Will explain the story. “I, ah, tried to phrase it nicely enough. That I was bi-curious or something, right? Well, he knew about my friend who liked to come in through the windows, and he wasn’t too happy with me. I always thought the overly violent parents were gone, right? That they just didn’t exist anymore. At first nothing happened, I went to bed feeling kind of awkward and bad. When I woke up that night, it was to this bad pain in my lower back, and my mother was screaming her head off at him.” Leon’s heart was pounding. He stared at Will like he hadn’t seen him before,

and the urge to touch him, to comfort him and be there for him was back and stronger than ever. Leon wanted to do something, anything. The lion inside him roared at him to find this prick and get his revenge, but he couldn’t. Not now at least. His mate was right here, and this younger version of Will, the helpless one, was long gone. There was no helping him anymore. “He was drunk that night. I don’t know what he was trying to do. Cut the gay out of me or something. My mom took me to the doctor. I said I was playing with some friends in the kitchen and it happened. I don’t think they believed me, but it wasn’t like I was shot or

anything. That’s why I missed all that school for a while and why there was no police report.” They looked at each other. Will was the first to glance away. Leon couldn’t stop staring at him. “That’s why you locked your windows and broke it off with me?” Will nodded. A soft noise left his throat, and Leon couldn’t hold back anymore. He reached for the other man, curled his arm around Will’s shoulder, and Will leaned into him when Leon pulled him closer. Leon hugged his mate, kissed his hair, and promised to never let him go.

**** Will was getting used to the sickness. He was pretty sure he was getting used to it, and his stomach wasn’t churning or gurgling so much anymore at least. That was always good news. But he was suspicious. A lot. Leon was different. Will didn’t know what to think about that. So, all of a sudden, Will is revealed to be his mate and he’s supposed to believe Leon is going to be nice to him? He really shouldn’t have told the other man about how he got the scar on his back. It was none of his business, and Will regretted telling him ever since.

He didn’t know what he hated more. The fact that Leon looked at him with pity in his eyes, or that he was being so nice Will wasn’t sure if it was genuine or not. So he didn’t exactly know how to react every time Leon showed up in Will’s room. Whenever Leon walked in holding a tray of breakfast foods that didn’t make Will’s stomach churn, his heart shot up in his throat and he honest to God felt like crying. He couldn’t trust him, but he wanted to. He desperately wanted to, but how was he supposed to? He was basically living in this house because he was supposed to be having sex with Leon.

They hadn’t had sex in a while. So why was Leon here if it wasn’t just to keep Leon happy about knowing where his baby was? “How are you feeling this morning?” Leon asked. He walked over to the bed. The tray had some legs on it so that when Leon put it down on over Will’s lap, it didn’t topple over. Will managed to sit up and survey his breakfast. He had to admit, Leon made pretty good food. By now, he didn’t have to ask if Leon had made the crepes or not. Will reached for a strawberry. He took a careful bite. His stomach didn’t act up and it looked as if it was going to stay down.

Will sighed. “I feel pretty good.” “Good,” Will said, and Will realized what that thing Leon had under his arm was when he pulled it out and revealed it to be a baby magazine. Will looked at it, then up at Leon. “What’s that for?” Leon’s smile faltered only slightly. “So we can pick out some stuff for the baby’s room.” Will bit his lips. He reached for the magazine. Most magazines still catered to women since, well, it was mainly women who gave birth. The catalogue did have some nice-looking cribs, changing stations, and even a few rocking chairs. Each set matched, and

Will looked at their prices. He couldn’t afford any of that stuff. He looked away from the magazine. “It…it looks all really nice.” “You’re going to pick something out with me,” Leon said. Will sighed. “Sure. I can do that.” He reached for his fork, pulling some eggs forward. He couldn’t always eat them, and if he was having a good day, he wanted to be able to enjoy them before he started getting sick again. At first, Leon said nothing. He just stood there while Will shoveled food into his mouth. He could hardly look up at the other man, or the magazine that was still open beside him.

“Will, I know you still don’t believe me, but I am not going to take the child from you. I want to raise it with you.” “We have one heart to heart and I’m supposed to believe everything’s all right between us?” Will asked, glancing up at the other man, but then looking away again when Leon stared back at him. “We hurt each other,” Leon said. “If I’d known you were hurt back then, that you had stitches in your back when you told me to go away, I would never have left you. I would have done something, anything.” “You weren’t rich back then. There was nothing you could do.”

“Well, the point still stands,” Leon said, and he hesitated before speaking again. “I love you.” Will choked on his food. He swallowed wrong and had to cough the eggs and toast out of his breathing hole before he swallowed again. He stared up at Leon, his eyes bulging. “What did you just say?” Leon’s eyes were hard. He wasn’t looking at Will, and there was…no way, was he blushing? He was blushing! “You did say it. Are you joking?” Leon rolled his eyes. “Did it sound like I was joking?” Will shook his head. “You don’t love me.”

“I do love you. I’ve loved you since high school, and I never forgot about you. That’s why I thought I hated you for so long. I couldn’t stop thinking about you, about having you in my house, here with me right now. I wanted you here because I loved you. I didn’t want to admit it, not even to myself. The fact that you’re my mate…Christ, it’s like fate or something.” Will looked away from him. He couldn’t look Leon in the face because if he did he was going to choke again. “Will, look at me and tell me you don’t feel the same way.” Will stared down at his food, and he was suddenly thinking it really might

make him sick. “Will, tell me.” He shook his head. “I don’t love you.” Will gasped when Leon suddenly got in his face. Leon leaned so close it was a miracle he didn’t knock over anything. “Wh-what are you doing?” Leon stared hard at him. His eyes were hard, and Will felt a shiver ripple all the way up his spine. It was like…like Leon was staring right into his soul. Will found himself sinking into it. Suddenly, the corner of Leon’s mouth pulled up in a smirk, that same cocky smirk he’d had on his face when he’d been just a kid, looking to get into some

trouble with the teachers. Or the cops. “You’re a liar.” Will jerked back, hitting his head on the headboard. “What are you talking about?” Will got angry in that instant. “I don’t love you!” But Leon was still smiling, looking like a total asshole as he pulled back from the bed to stand straight. He crossed his arms. “Yes you do. I can see it. I get close to you and your temperature goes up. You should’ve heard your heart beating just now.” Will wasn’t angry. He was furious. “Get out of here! I do not love you! You fucking cocky asshole! This isn’t

funny!” “Yes you do. Stop being stubborn about it.” “So because I liked you in high school and am supposed to be your mate, you think you own me, is that it?” “How do you get ownership out of love?” That fury rose up inside of Will. It was bubbling up inside him with nowhere else for it to go to. And the fact that Leon wouldn’t stop smiling was making the fury worse. “You’re so sexy when you’re mad.” Will opened his mouth to yell at the bastard. Leon beat him to it as he leaned in and kissed him.

Was it bad that the very first thing Will noticed was how soft Leon’s lips were? How much he’d missed kissing him? All those things were true, and when Leon tried to climb on top of him, and nearly knocked over the orange juice, he had to grab the tray. “Hold that thought.” “Hurry up.” Leon put the tray on the desk. Sam groaned and climbed off the bed. With all the commotion around him, Will couldn’t exactly blame Sam for not wanting to be around for this. Will started having second thoughts the instant Leon’s lips were no longer on his. His stomach churned, and he started to worry he was going to be sick.

Then Leon came back, that same eager smile on his face, his hair out of that low ponytail, but not as messy as Will liked it, and all he could think about was pushing his fingers through that blond hair and making a real mane out of it. “You sure you’re up for this?” Leon asked, coming to lean over him. And Will was sucked in by the pleasant sensation of Leon’s body heat. His handsome face, so close, his plump lips right there. Will nodded. He put his hand behind Leon’s neck, feeling the heat that was there, and his desire cranked up. His cock pulsed, already half-hard, and Will felt empty with the need to have Leon

inside him. “Are you sure?” Will glared at the man. “Ask me that one more time and see how lucky you get.” Leon blinked at him, and his expression changed. His eyes positively glowed, and once again, Will saw a hint of the alpha inside his lover. It was a turn on. Will was turned on by it, not only because it was sexy as all hell, but Leon was right. As much as Will didn’t want to admit it. He was in love with this bastard alpha.

Chapter Ten Leon was winning him over. He wasn’t sure what exactly it was that he was doing right, but he could feel the way Will’s defenses were coming down. The man loved him. He didn’t want to admit it, but Leon could be patient. He’d have to be if he was going to earn Will’s trust. The fact that they were rolling around in bed, for the first time since before Leon had taken Will to the hospital, was something of a good sign. He’d take anything at this point, but of course, sex was the best therapy as far as Leon was concerned.

And Will was so pliant and willing. His legs spread wide, inviting Leon between them, and as he settled himself between those firm thighs, Leon sighed as their clothed cocks came together. Will squeezed his eyes tightly shut, sighing pleasantly. “Yeah. That’s what I want.” Leon rumbled in approval. “You’re hard.” “Not shit!” Will said, laughing a little. “Aside from being sick as hell, I don’t think I’ve ever been this horny in my life.” Leon jerked back, then grinned down at his mate. “Are you serious?” Will nodded. “Yeah, not lying about

that.” His expression turned serious. “But as for what this means—” “No.” Leon shook his head. “Don’t talk about that right now. This is just you and me. Nothing else.” Leon leaned in closer. Their eyes were locked together, and it was suddenly quiet in the room when Leon pressed his lips to Will’s. His mouth was soft, and it was warm. Will’s hands came up, sliding along the length of Leon’s arms before resting on his shoulders and the back of his neck. Everywhere Will’s hands touched left Leon warm and aching. The cat inside him rumbled with approval for the touch of a mate. Its approval was the same as

every other time Leon had kissed Will. The only difference, was that now Leon knew why the animal inside was so pleased whenever they kissed. It knew a few things Leon didn’t, it seemed, and now that he and the lion were on the same page, they could finally enjoy their mate. Leon coaxed Will’s mouth open with his tongue. Will moaned, letting Leon in, his hands sliding into Leon’s mane of hair, pulling it from the low ponytail he had it in. Leon normally didn’t like it when someone touched his hair. He didn’t much like getting so much as a trim, but when it came to Will, he’d let the man

pull and yank on his hair to his heart’s content. Anything for him. Anything, just so long as he didn’t leave. Will moaned. The noise shot through Leon’s heart. The warmth of Will’s body was too much, it was overloading his senses, and he couldn’t keep control of himself for much longer. Leon thrust forward, dry humping his mate, giving them both the friction they needed, the pleasure. Will broke away from the kiss, gasping hard through his mouth. “Yeah. That…that feels good. Fuck, I need this. Need you.” Leon didn’t stop, though those words nearly brought about that reaction. Will

couldn’t have known he’d just said that. Not when he was still learning to trust Leon. Leon kept moving. He wanted to know what else he could get Will to say, if only he could make him lose himself a little more to the pleasure inside him. “L-Leon, oh fuck,” Will moaned, opening his eyes. They were bleary with lust, and dilated. “If…if you keep doing that, I’m going to come in my pants. I ddon’t really want to do that today.” Since Will’s mouth was busy speaking, Leon pressed his lips to Will’s throat. He sucked on the sweet spot where the pulse of the heart was strongest. Will moaned for him again.

His spine arched, but it wasn’t enough to throw Leon from his body. “Leon.” “God,” Leon moaned, shaking his head, looking down into his mate’s gorgeous eyes. “You have no idea how much I love it when you moan my name like that. You are so fucking sexy.” Will’s face turned a few shades darker. His body warmed. He was clearly embarrassed, but it was adorable. Leon pressed another kiss to his mouth, but it was quick. Leon barely had the chance to enjoy the softness of Will’s lips before he pulled back. “You don’t want to come in your pants, do you?”

The color deepened. Will nodded, his mouth a thin line, his heavy lashes hiding his eyes. Leon smirked. “You’re so cute. You look like you’re pouting.” “I’m not pouting.” Leon shrugged, pulling back, feeling cold already without the warmth of Will’s body. “Yeah, but you look like you’re pouting.” Will snorted. Leon ran his hands up and down Will’s stomach and sides. He pushed his hands up Will’s shirt, feeling his still slim chest, and his hard nipples. “If you don’t want to come in those pajamas, then you’re going to have to get

naked for me.” Will swallowed. Leon thought for a split second that Will would say no, that it was too intimate to be naked when fucking. His relief when Will nodded was immeasurable. And obvious, too, apparently. Will noticed it. “You thought I’d say no? You were just pressing your dick to mine, you know I want this to happen.” Leon nodded, and he pulled himself out of his button down, pulling it away from his shoulders. “Yeah, but to be honest, I was worried you wouldn’t want me like that. I was worried this

wasn’t going to be any fun.” Once again, Will looked away from him, embarrassed. Leon reached for the man’s chin, turning his face so they were looking at each other. “You shouldn’t look away from me. I like it when I can see your face.” Again with the color. Leon didn’t think Will had always been so shy. Was it the baby doing this to him? He would have asked if it didn’t pose the risk of destroying the mood. Leon kissed him, and this time, he did keep their mouths together longer. He savored the warmth of those lips, felt a thrill of pleasure when Will took the

initiative and pressed his tongue forward. He darted back when Leon’s tongue met his. “No,” Leon said, taking Will’s t-shirt by the hem and pulling it up his chest. Will lifted his arms, making it easier for Leon to pull it off. Leon leaned forward again, grinning, his nose touching Will’s. “I like it when you do that. Do that again.” Will smiled. It looked like a nervous smile, but there was definitely an eagerness to it. “You like it?” “I really like it,” Leon said. He kissed Will, pulling back, staring him in the eyes. “Slide your tongue into my mouth. I

want to feel that.” Will’s face was still a bright shade of red, but there was something there this time as he nodded. It was a confidence Leon had never seen before, an eagerness to please that hadn’t been there the first time Leon had brought Will to this house. There it was. His mate had something of a wildcat inside him as well. Leon always knew it was there. He remembered it from all those times they’d snuck kisses in high school. When Will kissed him, holding onto the back of his head, yanking him close and pressing their lips together, Leon honest to God felt like he’d been

transported back in time. They were in the gym, hiding under the bleachers while the rest of the school was in the lunch room, eating their food. After Will had shared what he’d brought from home with Leon, they’d both snuck off to be alone. Even though Will had probably been the only damn boy his age in high school who hadn’t wanted to get laid left, right, and center, the kissing still made up for it. Leon had been happy to give himself blue balls so long as he could just spend time kissing his boyfriend. But they were adults now, and they could do whatever they wanted. Will was carrying his cub, and the more

naked they got, the better Leon was starting to feel about…well, everything. Leon moaned, enjoying the warm slide of Will’s tongue pushing into his mouth, exploring, relearning his territory, and licking him deep. Leon held onto the back of Will’s head. He pushed his tongue back against Will’s. It felt like the other man was tracing letters and numbers inside Leon’s mouth. It was good. Leon’s body throbbed with desire. Will made soft, moaning noises, as if he was the one being kissed so pleasantly. And then, just like that, Leon couldn’t take anymore. He pulled back, his hands

reaching for the elastic waist of Will’s sleeping pants. “These need to come off. Right now.” Will nodded, leaning back, lifting his hips and making it easier for Leon to get that obstacle out of the way. When he pulled off Will’s sleeping pants, Will’s cock springing forward, Leon had only one goal in mind. Before, when he’d realized he’d been sucking on Will’s cock, he’d stopped himself, angry for giving in, for thinking he’d been letting his emotions get the better of him. How wrong he’d been. Now, all Leon could think about was taking Will’s cock between his lips. Will sighed as Leon kissed his neck,

his chest, then his stomach. “Oh yeah, please Leon.” Leon took Will’s heavy cock in hand. He was fully hard, and heavy. The man’s prick was a pleasant weight in Leon’s hand. “Please what?” Will swallowed. “Suck on my cock.” “Why?” Leon stroked teasingly, pressing his fingers to the underside of the head. Will’s eyes rolled to the back of his head. “Unnggh!” That’s it, sweetheart, that moan belongs to me. You’re mine. You’re mine and I’m yours and you’re staying with me and this baby. He pushed his wet lips farther down

the length of Will’s shaft. Will thrust his hips forward, searching for more, trying to move deeper, but Leon wouldn’t allow him. He was fairly sure he could handle it, but he wanted to tease and torment his lover just a little as well. It wouldn’t be proper love making without it. Leon hallowed his lips, used his tongue, and swirled around the shaft. He licked all the taste he could off Will’s skin, and he loved it. He adored that taste, so much so that he couldn’t believe he’d actually let himself be denied this pleasure for so long. The lion had tried to tell him. It had

tried to let Leon know there was something different about this human here, but he couldn’t listen, he’d been a fool. He’d ignored the baser part of his instincts and now he was going to make up for it, but enjoy it while he could. Will sighed again, trying to thrust his hips forward, to push his cock deeper into Leon’s mouth, but Leon wouldn’t allow it. He was sticking with his teasing plan. “Please, Leon. Please.” Will repeated those words over and over again. Leon pushed his mouth down as far as he could go, taking Will all the way. He was only able to hold that position

for a few precious seconds before he was forced to pull back, paying most of his attention to the head. And Will moaned again, making more of those sweet noises Leon loved so much. He wanted to continue holding onto Will’s hips, but now something else had his attention. Leon glanced up at Will, whose hands were covering his eyes as he moaned and panted. It looked like he was trying to keep the pleasure at bay, and was struggling as he failed. That was fine. That was exactly how Leon wanted him. He removed one hand from Will’s

waist, placing it onto the sac of Will’s testicles instead. He gently rolled them. Will’s hands dropped from his face, revealing wide, desperately wide eyes. His mouth spread open in a small oh, and then he squeezed his eyes shut once more as he arched his back and spread his thighs wider. “Oh, fuck yeah.” Leon pulled back. “You like this?” Will looked down at him, nodding. His face was beet red now. Nothing but heat radiated from him, making him that much more beautiful. “Tell me how much you want it. Tell me why you want it,” Leon said.

Will groaned, letting his head fall back down to the pillows. “God, you’re so damned mean.” “I know, so tell me, why do you want this?” Will shook his head, but he still answered. “Because it feels good.” Leon rolled Will’s testicles. He did so carefully, using Will’s expression as a means of gauging whether he was doing this right or not. Leon knew perfectly well that sometimes the lightest touch could seem harsh and unpleasant to the person on the receiving end. Leon could either ruin this for the both of them, or make it so much better. He simply had to take care

with what he was holding in his hand. But, hearing that what he was doing was right, that it felt good, wasn’t enough for Leon. He wanted more. He wanted to hear the real reason why Will wanted this, even if Will didn’t want to admit it. “I know why you want this.” Leon leaned in, pressing a wet, open-mouthed kiss to the head of Will’s cock, tasting his pre-cum, and feeling his shiver against his tongue. “Tell me why you really want this, and I promise it goes on all night.” “I told you,” Will insisted. Leon slid his tongue up the shaft of Will’s cock, all the way down from the

balls, up to the crown. “That’s not the reason why. Now tell me. I promise, it stays in this room. No one else has to know.” The warmth in Will’s body multiplied and the smaller man’s eyes widened. “It’s not…it’s not…” “No excuses, just tell me.” Leon stared at Will, and he knew in that moment his own eyes were doing a little begging of their own. “You can say you don’t mean it later, but I need to hear you say it. I need to hear my mate saying it.” Will swallowed. Leon watched the man’s Adam’s apple bob in his throat. Will nodded, taking in several harsh, gasping breaths as Leon’s hands and

mouth continued to touch and tease his cock and balls. “I…I need it because it’s you. I’ve missed you.” It wasn’t a declaration of love, but Leon didn’t need that. He already knew the truth. The fact that Will was allowing him to do this was enough. If that wasn’t enough, then it was in the way Will refused to look at him when he thought he was saying something embarrassing. It was in the heat of his body when Leon got close. His mate loved him. Will loved him, and he’d just admitted to needing him, too. It was more than enough to make Leon happen, and he sighed.

“You have no idea how happy that makes me to hear it.” “Why would that—Ooooh!” Leon put all the effort he could from his mouth into pleasuring his mate. He sucked one of Will’s balls between his lips, and then he did the other. Leon loved doing this. He loved sucking on his mate’s testicles, making him moan before he turned his attention to Will’s cock. Will came quickly. He appeared to be trying to warn Leon, but there was nothing he could say to warn him since all that came out of his mouth were half words and babbled nonsense. And Leon sucked and swallowed

every last warm drop that Will gave him. He didn’t stop. He focused all his attention on the head of Will’s cock until it was only half hard, and Will was gasping and sweating beneath him on the sheets. Will pressed the heels of his palms back to his eyes. “Oh my God. Holy fucking God that felt really good.” Leon pulled his mouth back. Will’s cock was shiny with Leon’s saliva, but he was starting to feel that if he kept his mouth there for much longer, then Will might prune up like he was in a bath or something. But then Will was speaking again. He sounded almost scared as he shook his

head. That panic was even in his eyes. “Leon, fuck, I don’t know if I can get it up again. I mean, you keep going if you want. I want you to feel good, too, but I just wanted you to know—” “It’s all right,” Leon said quickly. “We can do that later.” Will looked down between Leon’s legs, and Leon didn’t try to hide the erection that was there, pointing up at him, aching and throbbing in time with every beat of his heart. “But you still need…don’t you?” “I do,” Leon said, and he leaned in close, grinning. “You want to return the favor?” The glint in Will’s eyes said enough.

“I do.” Leon meant to lie back, to get on his back beside Will to make it easier for the man to straddle him and lean down. Will wasn’t having any of that, it seemed. The man pressed the palm of his hand against Leon’s chest, pushing him back. Leon protested. “You shouldn’t be moving around too much.” “I’m fine right now,” Will said, shaking his head. “Don’t make a big deal out of this. I need to do this.” The doctors hadn’t wanted Will to move out of bed for more than an hour a day until they could be sure his illness wouldn’t affect the baby.

Well, Will wasn’t leaving the bed, so this should be all right. Leon leaned back, allowing his lover, his mate, to have his wicked way with him. It felt too damned good when Will pressed his mouth to the head of Leon’s cock, his lips wet from when he’d slid his tongue across them. When he pushed down, taking more inside, Leon opened his mouth and released a hard groan. “That’s…that’s it. Swirl your tongue around the base. Just like that.” Leon reached for Will’s head of soft brown hair. He didn’t grip it, not even a little. He was too strong, and if Will

turned out to be a little too good at this, then Leon didn’t want to leave his mate a prematurely bald man. And he could feel the smile on Will’s lips as the man hallowed his cheeks, as he swirled his tongue and increased the pressure of the suction. Will didn’t need to ask Leon any questions. He knew Leon was loving this. He knew he had Leon right where he wanted him. Leon had to grab something or he was going to lose his mind. He settled for the sheets beneath him. His claws came out, making a shredding noise in the expensive fabric just as he fisted them into his hands.

“Oh, Will, baby.” Leon thrust his hips forward. Will grabbed his thighs, but didn’t try to stop the forward thrust, leaving Leon to do as he pleased, taking all the pleasure he needed. His balls were tight, and he throbbed, he ached. He wanted to come between those pretty, pink lips, so damned badly, but he couldn’t. Not yet. Not yet. Leon looked down, looked at the way Will’s face was so in tune with what he was doing. His eyes were open, but they were half lidded, as if the act brought him his own pleasure as well. He had such a focused look on his face that Leon’s heart ached.

Yeah, his mate loved him all right. There was no way a man could have that sort of focused attention on sucking another man’s cock without some feeling involved. Leon would know because he’d just done it. Christ, it was good. It was warm, and it was good. Leon clenched his teeth. His teeth were sharp in his mouth, and yeah, he was changing. There was no holding that back. Not for long, and Leon wanted to be inside Will before the lion came roaring out. “Will? Baby, I know I said we could just do this, but I really want to fuck you.” Will pulled back, staring up into

Leon’s eyes. Will’s big brown eyes were wide, his face flushed and mouth dark and swollen from the kisses and sucking. Leon pushed himself up onto his knees. “Tell me that’s a yes.” Will nodded. “That’s a yes.” Leon moaned. He put his hand behind Will’s neck and brought him forward for another kiss. Will’s eyes shut as their mouths came together. Leon shut his eyes, too, and then it was a real, proper romantic kiss, just like something out of the movies as Leon pushed Will down onto the mattress, and settled himself between the man’s thighs.

Chapter Eleven Leon damn near made Will come again when he put his slick fingers inside of his asshole. Will didn’t think he’d be able to get hard again so soon. As horny as he’d been before the blow job, he’s also thought he’d known the limitations of his body. Apparently, he didn’t know himself as well as he thought he did. At least not where Leon was concerned, because when Leon finally pulled his fingers out of Will’s hole, he was a gasping, panting mess of a person. Will blinked his bleary eyes up at Leon. The man’s hands were trembling

as he poured more lube into them. Was that because of Will? Because he was so eager to get what he’d needed? Will’s heart ached to think so. He wanted it to be true. He wanted Leon to be telling the truth when he said he loved Will, but as much as he wanted to believe, as much as Will loved this bastard…he held onto things. Will held onto old grudges, heartaches, and loves. That was probably why he was still in love with this man in the first place. It was the only thing that explained why he was even contemplating this when they’d been so terrible to each other. Leon stroked his cock, making it shine

with lube. It was dark in color and thick. Will watched it throb against Leon’s belly, and he felt an empty ache inside him, a need to have Leon in him, fucking into him, stretching him, and taking him. Will summoned a strength he didn’t think he had anymore, and he pushed himself to his knees. “You should stay down,” Leon said. His breath was huffy, low, and sexy as hell, which spurned Will on. He shook his head. “No. I want you just like that. I want to ride you.” Will climbed in Leon’s lap. Leon leaned back, proving he had the strength of an alpha when he didn’t need something behind him to support his

weight, even when Will was right in his lap, straddling him, their cocks pressed together. Leon smiled at him. “Much as I like this position, that’s not where your hole is.” “Right,” Will said, feeling that embarrassed heat climb his neck as he pushed himself back up to his knees. He didn’t know why he was blushing so much lately. He hoped to God it wasn’t the hormones, but he was stupidly excited and doing things without thinking about them. Leon put his hands on the back of Will’s ass, helping him up. Will shivered. “Fuck, you’re so

strong.” “Do you like it?” Will nodded. It would be incredibly stupid to lie about how much he got off on just the idea of Leon’s strength. Will loved how strong Leon was. He loved that the man knew just how to use it on Will to make their sex so much better. Will was still on his knees, but he wasn’t exactly holding himself up. It felt like most of his weight was in Leon’s hands. “Take my cock in your hand, put it inside you,” Leon said, making Will shiver again. He did as he was told. He reached for Leon’s dick. Soft, warm skin wrapped

around a hard base. Will glanced behind himself, watching what he was doing, but couldn’t actually see. He had to feel where it was going for this to work. He pressed the thick head against his asshole, then nodded to Leon, who helped to ease him down. It was slow. Will was still tight. It wasn’t like they’d been fucking every night thanks to Leon’s job, but it didn’t hurt. That amazingly wonderful burn was still there, and Will savoured it as his body opened, and his pucker opened up, taking the head of Leon’s cock inside. “So tight.” Leon curled his arms around Will’s waist. He pressed his forehead to Will’s chest. “You feel so

good.” Fuck. How in the hell was Will supposed to hold onto his suspicion and anger when Leon hugged him like that? When he said words as sexy as that, as if they were romantic and sweet? Leon loved him. That was the truth that Will was still so terrified to let himself believe, but it was right there. Right in front of his face, even if he couldn’t admit it to himself just yet because he was terrified he might be wrong. He was too busy enjoying the slow burning slide inside him to think about it for long. His mind and body were being pulled in several different directions.

Sometimes all he could think about was the pleasure, and other times, all he could think about was how much he hoped this was real. How he would just waste away if this didn’t work. But then it was hard not to believe it when Leon held him like this, when he sighed when Will was fully seated in his lap. How could Will have his doubts when they were as close as this? Chest to chest, and Leon had that look in his eyes. Leon kissed him, and that warmth that Will was getting accustomed to returned. He moaned. He was swept away. He wanted to go along with it, and when it felt this good, it seemed like such a

waste of time and energy to still be questioning anything. Will canted his hips forward. There was nothing in the room but the sounds of their harsh breathing, picking up in momentum and steam as Leon curled his arm around Will’s lower back, urging him on. Will got lost in it. He slid his hands into Leon’s hair, gripping it tight. The slow forward and back motion of their hips got harder and faster as Leon gripped his waist. Will felt the pinch of claws, but he didn’t care. It felt too good and he didn’t want to stop, didn’t want to slow down. Warm kissing noises were in the air,

soft grunts and gasps, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, and Will was coming. He was coming against and slamming himself down harder onto Leon’s cock. He reached for his cock. He stroked himself, using his cum as more lubricant and then still coming onto his and Leon’s chest. The pleasure was so great, lasted so long, that it took Will a moment before he realized Leon was groaning, kissing his throat and gripping him harder. Will could actually feel some of the pain of his claws this time as he felt the warmth of Leon’s cum shooting inside him. “Oh, baby,” Leon moaned, pushing

Will down onto his back and fucking into him harder. The bed, as big as it was started to shake and make noise. All Will could do was hold on for the ride until it was over, stroking Leon’s hair, his back, pinching his nipples, wanting it to be better for him. Will groaned as the thrusts became harder, even as they slowed down, then Leon sighed. His body seemed to collapse on top of Will’s, and just like that, they were chest to chest, boneless, breathing hard on each other, and Will basked in the buzz of one amazing orgasm. He felt so good, it was probably why he said his next words out loud. “I love

you.” Leon pulled back, staring at him so had Will wished he hadn’t said anything at all. “No, don’t look away from me,” Leon said. “I love you, too.” Will wet his lips. “Just…no more hurting me, okay?” “I promise, I won’t.” “And I won’t hurt you anymore.” “You think I care about that?” Leon asked, smiling wide, his eyes bright. “You can do whatever you want. Trust me, I don’t care.” “I do,” Will said. Leon made a choked noise, then leaned in and kissed him. Will’s eyes

popped open in surprise, but it was easy to melt against that sweet mouth, and the tongue that slid inside. He reached up, put his arms around Leon’s back, holding on as he let himself get swept away again. Maybe it was all right to trust that things could be different. They’d hurt each other, but things were never going to get better, and Will would never know for sure if Leon was sincere of not if he didn’t give this a chance, right? He opted for giving it a chance. What could it hurt? ****

Later that afternoon, they were once again in the vast backyard. Leon had gotten it in his head that Will needed more sunshine than the doctor was allowing, and he’d set up a picnic blanket for them and everything. Will thought it was the other man’s way of getting a date out of him, since they couldn’t exactly go anywhere, at least Will couldn’t, until further notice. He absolutely refused to let Leon carry him, however. As much as Will thought Leon’s strength was a turn on, especially when he wore that tie, but Will still had a little pride left. The food was good, the weather was nice, and he liked it when Sam brought

him back a stick to throw. And Leon was still giving him that love-struck look. It was making Will embarrassed. In a good way, he supposed, which was why he couldn’t stop smiling either. “What?” “You’re cute.” The heat started climbing his neck again, just like clockwork. “Stop it.” Leon laughed. Sam barked a squirrel up a tree. It really was a nice day. And suddenly, Will was reminded of when he’d seen Leon in his lion shape. “How long have you been able to shift? All the way, I mean?” Leon popped a cheese cube into his

mouth and shrugged. “About ten years.” “Ten years?” Will was shocked. “That means you learned to do it…” He trailed off when Leon looked at him. It wasn’t a sharp, angry look, but a knowing one. And Will got it. Leon learned to shift all the way right after Will broke it off with him. He wasn’t sure he was ready to ask if the stress of that event had been the reason or not, though the suspicion was bad enough. “I, uh, saw you through the window, when we were together in the pool house.” Leon smiled. “I figured you would.” Will couldn’t help but smile back.

“Can I…is it okay if I ask to see you, you know, up close?” That smile got a whole lot more meaningful. “You want to see me as a lion?” Will scratched the back of his neck. “I always wanted to see you in that shape. Touch your mane if you had one.” Leon was already undressing. “I definitely have one, and it’s awesome.” Will nodded, trying, and failing, to not get distracted as Leon undressed right in front of him outdoors, where anyone might see, now that the main house was full of staff members. “Yeah, I know.” If this was going to be the start of their life together, then so far, it was off to a

much better one than it had been when Leon pulled him out of that puddle on the sidewalk. As Leon shifted, and Will got the chance to touch that fur up close, to feel the powerful muscle underneath, he sighed. Yeah, this was a great new start.

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