Russ cajoled. “That’ll make sex more comfortable, too.”
“I like any excuse for you to touch me,” Liam practically purred, splaying himself across the bed.
Russ settled himself between Liam’s legs. “Is this okay? I don’t want to put any strain on your sore back.”
“It’s perfect. I like having you between my legs,” Liam replied.
Russ worked his fingers down the tense muscles on either side of Liam’s spine, and his strong thumbs dug into the spot at the base of Liam’s backbone, where his tail anchored in shifter form.
Then his hands moved lower, thumbs digging into the outside of Liam’s hips, fingers massaging his ass cheeks. Oddly enough, it didn’t feel sexual, it just felt good.
“Did you know people hold tension in their hips?” Russ asked, moving back up to Liam’s lower back.
“Uh-huh,” Liam groaned. “Did you know that mind-blowing orgasms release tension?”
“Don’t worry—I’m gonna be balls deep before this is over,” Russ promised him. “How about I turn you over so you have support for your back—and you can watch me ride you.”
“I like how you think,” Liam snarked.
Russ slicked up his fingers with lube from a bottle on the nightstand and reached around to his hole, giving Liam a show as he opened himself up. Liam got his fingers slippery and then batted Russ’s hand out of the way and ran the pad of his finger around his rim, teasing and stroking, then pressed two fingers inside, slowly, taking his time. Russ hissed with the stretch, but pressed into it, wanting more. Liam twisted his fingers just so, brushing across Russ’s sweet spot.
“Keep doing that and it’ll be over before we get started,” Russ moaned, bucking against Liam’s fingers to hurry him along.
“Getting you ready so we both enjoy it,” Liam told him. He added a third finger and relished how tight Russ felt.
Everything seemed…more. His heart soared, his body felt like every cell was alive with need, and his fox yipped and whined for his mate.
“Let me do the work,” Russ whispered. “Just enjoy the ride.”
Liam withdrew his fingers and gripped Russ’s hips with both hands, maneuvering him into position over his aching cock. “Take it slow,” Liam urged. “We’ve got all night.”
Liam looked up into Russ’s face, memorizing his expression, seeing everything he needed in his mate’s green eyes. Russ pushed down, and the head of Liam’s cock sank into his tight heat, past the first ring of muscle and then deeper.
“Oh, my God. You feel so good,” Liam groaned. Russ looked mighty fine too, as the muscles in his thighs and ass flexed, lifting him up and down, controlling his descent, and then sinking all the way to bottom out against Liam’s balls.
“It’s been a very long time,” Russ said, rising and then impaling himself on Liam’s long, elegant prick. “I haven’t done this often.”
Liam didn’t want to discuss Russ’s dead husband now that they were finally, finally, completing their bond. Then he realized that wasn’t Russ’s point. Whatever had been between Russ and Anthony, this was a part of himself Russ hadn’t shared easily, an intimacy he was freely giving to Liam now, even when their relationship was still so new.
“Thank you,” Liam said, meeting Russ’s gaze. “For trusting me with this.”
People in the shifter community made assumptions. Wolves were dominant. Foxes were twinks. Bears were…bears. Bobcats were jocks. And on and on. Defying those assumptions required courage and trust. Liam realized the gift he’d been given—to be accepted for his own badass self, and to see Russ being vulnerable.
Russ moved his hips in a figure eight, drawing a groan from Liam. He ran calloused fingers over Liam’s sensitive nipples, making him shiver. Liam bucked up, then remembered his back was supposed to hurt. He felt a twinge, but the hot channel around his very sensitive cock cancelled out any discomfort.
“Does that feel good?” Liam asked and saw how his words turned Russ on.
“Really good,” Russ groaned. “So perfect, my sexy fox.”
Liam leaned forward and kissed Russ’s chest, sucking on one pink nub and then the other until they pebbled beneath his tongue and lips. “My very sexy wolf,” he breathed.
Russ ducked his head to capture Liam’s mouth, thrusting with his tongue in time with the rhythm of his hips. The kiss turned from sweet to demanding quickly, and Liam reached between them to stroke Russ back to hardness and keep him stiff and ready. Liam loved the brush of Russ’s scruff against his cheek and the scrape of his calloused hands as they skimmed his