Forbidden Desires [Tri-Omega Mates 2]

STORY EXCERPT



Gregory stood in the doorway to the tack room watching Ryland shovel hay in the side horse pen. He had to take a deep breath as he watched the afternoon sunlight glisten off the sweat dripping down his tanned muscled body.

His life at this moment would be so much easier if Ryland would stop working outside without a shirt on. Looking out at his perfect little body he wondered if even that would be enough tonight. His cock was so hard in his pants that he was pretty sure he was going to have zipper marks.

Oh, sweet hell!
He groaned to himself as Ryland bent over. His faded blue jeans were straining across his tight little ass. Gregory reached down and rubbed his hand across his aching cock, feeling a small damp spot appear.

Ryland really needed to stop. It seemed that every time Gregory turned around he was doing something that had him all tied up in knots and hard as a rock. Today was no different.

He quickly averted his eyes when Ryland turned in his direction. It wouldn't do to let Ryland see him drooling. He might get it into his head to do something even more aggressive—like drop his jeans. Gregory could always hope anyway.

"Hey, Gregory, I didn't know you were out here." Yeah, right!

"Hey, Ry. I was just cleaning up some of the tack and heard some noises out here. You about done here?" Gregory prayed that his voice didn't betray the arousal he was feeling. It wouldn't do at all for Ryland to figure out how much he was turning him on.

"Almost. I have a little more to do then I'll be done. Jake wanted both pens cleaned up today but I already got the other one done. Why? Did you need me?"

Oh, that wasn't nice! But if Gregory wasn't mistaken, there was a clear invitation in Ryland's voice, one that was very hard for Gregory to ignore.

"No, I just wondered how much longer you'd be. I wouldn't want you to fry out here in the sun. It's a little warm today," Gregory replied, pulling at the collar of his blue cotton shirt.

Warm was an understatement. It was blistering hot and not because of the bright afternoon sun shinning down on them. It was the perfect little body standing right in front of him.

Gregory just couldn't take it any more. He was going to go into town and find someone to relieve the ache Ryland was creating in his pants. He would rather just claim his mate but Ryland still wasn't old enough, not for him. Not for what Gregory wanted from him.

"Look, Ry, I need to go. I have some stuff to do. Don't stay out here too long," Gregory said quickly as he looked away from the tempting chest in front of him.

Gregory turned and shut the tack room door and headed for the house. He needed to go get ready. Get a shower, some clean clothes, and maybe a little cologne. It had been so long since he had tried to attract someone, that he wondered if he even remembered how it was done.

With a little chuckle, Gregory walked into the house and headed for his room. Maybe tonight was just what he needed to get him through the next couple of years until he could claim his mate.

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Ryland watched Gregory walking into the house. Now where in the hell was he going? Ryland had specifically waited until Gregory came outside to take his shirt off. He was sure that Gregory would see him, maybe want him. Maybe claim him.

He had been waiting nearly two years for Gregory to claim him. He knew Gregory was waiting until he was old enough. He even respected the boundaries that Gregory had set down.

He had still looked forward to his eighteenth birthday with anticipation. He had been so sure that Gregory would finally claim him. But the day had come and gone, along with a lot of others. And still Gregory made no move toward him.

He had tried everything he could think of to let Gregory know he was ready, baring telling him to his face. Nothing seemed to work. Maybe he should just tell him. Maybe that's what Gregory was waiting for.

Ryland shook his head, laughing quietly to himself as he thought about how he might have been able to skip the last two years of longing and misery just by talking with Gregory.

Setting his shovel against the side of the barn, Ryland grabbed his shirt and pulled it on, leaving it unbuttoned. He just needed to go talk with Gregory and they could get this whole thing worked out.

He didn't know why he hadn't thought of this before. It made perfect sense. Gregory had always been so patient with him. He must be waiting until Ryland felt that he was ready before claiming him.

With a little spring in his step, Ryland made his way into the house and upstairs toward Gregory's bedroom. He would just go in and tell Gregory he was ready to be his mate and everything would be okay.




ADULT EXCERPT



Gregory scraped his teeth gently across a small patch of skin. "This is where I'm going to bite you when I claim you, Ryland," he whispered, his hands moving down his chest to the buttons of his pants.

He quickly freed Ryland's cock from his pants, rubbing his hand briefly over the hard flesh. As his thumb skimmed across the top, smearing pre-cum in its wake, he scraped his teeth over his neck again.

"Do you want me to claim you, Ry?" he whispered.

"Yes," Ryland hissed. His hands came up to grab Gregory's head, his fingers fisting in his hair as he pulled his head down to his neck. "Now, Gregory, do it now!"

Gregory tightened his fingers around cock in his hand, quickly stroking him as he sank his teeth into his neck. His eyes drifted closed as he savored the sweet taste of his mate, now his forever. Ryland tasted just as he did when Gregory had kissed him, like sweet honeyed wine. It was a delicious flavor that he knew he would be obsessed with for the rest of his life.

He opened his eyes as he lifted his head, looking down in astonishment as Ryland cried out. His hips lifted frantically, pushing against Gregory as he came, covering Gregory's hand with shot after shot of pearly white seed.

"Fuck!" he whispered vehemently, feeling his own cock throb against his zipper. That was the sexiest thing he had ever seen. He lifted his hand to his lips, his tongue darting out to lick at some of the seed on his hand.

Oh Fuck!
Even this tasted like sweet honeyed wine, just a bit more tangy. He was doomed. Everything about his mate said that he was going to quickly become an obsession, if not a downright need— like breathing.

"Sorry."

Gregory's eyes fell down to Ryland's burning face at the softly spoken word. He was avoiding his gaze, his face filled with embarrassment. He was upset that he had come so quickly, Gregory realized.

"I'm not. That was hot. I plan on seeing that look on your face again at least once more tonight," He chuckled before he licked the rest of his hand off.

"You're not upset?"

"Why would I be upset?" he asked curiously.

"Because I, because I came so fast?" Ryland murmured, his face burning even more.

"Hell, no. Do whatever feels right. Tells me I'm doing something right." Gregory grinned as he scooted down his body. He pulled his jeans down his legs and tossed them over his shoulder. Scooting up between Ryland's legs, he looked up at his stunned face, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Let's see if we can get you to do it again."

A moment later, Ryland was crying out again as Gregory took his still sensitive cock into his mouth, his tongue cleaning up any remaining seed as he licked him up one side and back down the other, like an ice cream cone.

"Gregory," Ryland groaned, his hands grabbing at his hair. "Wait, wait, what about you?"

"Oh, believe me, baby, I'm gonna get mine. Don't worry about that. This is a long process. It's not just a wham, bam, thank you, man. This takes time, consideration, planning. You can't rush these things," Gregory said, chuckling.

"Wham, bam, thank you, man? Are you serious? Where do you get this shit?" Ryland laughed as he lifted his head and looked down his body to Gregory's grinning face.

"It just comes to me. Must be a gift."

"Gregory, you have a lot of other gifts. Stick to those." He laughed, dropping his head back down to the straw covered floor.

Gregory climbed his way back up the smooth body beneath him until he was straddling his abdomen. He planted his hands down, one on each side of Ryland's head, and looked down at him. "Just what other gifts are we talking about?"

"Well, if I remember correctly, you have an amazing chest. Of course, it's hard to tell with your shirt on."

Gregory grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it up, whipping the shirt over his head and sending it flying across the stall. "This help?"

"Oh, yeah," Ryland whispered, his eyes taking in every inch of Gregory's thickly muscled chest. He had a light spray of brown hair covering the top and moving down his stomach in an arrow shape, ending somewhere under the waistline of his jeans. "This is much better."

His hands trembled as he reached up and placed them against Gregory's chest just below his nipples. He had waited so long to be able to touch Gregory like this. Now that he had the opportunity, he wasn't sure what he wanted to do first.

"Ry?" Gregory asked after a moment when he didn't move.

"Huh?" Ryland said, his eyes moving up to Gregory's worried face. "What?"

"Are you okay?"

Ryland blushed a little, a small grin coming to his lips. "Yeah. I'm just not sure where to start." His eyes dropped back down to scan Gregory's chest. "I've waited so long—"

"How about here?" Gregory asked as he grabbed Ryland's hands and moved them up to his light brown nipples, hissing softly when nimble fingers grabbed his nipples, pulling at them gently.

Ryland paused, his eyes darting up to Gregory's. Seeing the half-lidded look Gregory was giving him, his lower lip caught between his teeth, one long canine sticking out, he grinned, pulling harder.

He watched with fascination as Gregory's head fell back on his shoulders and his hands began to rub and down Ryland's arms. He suddenly felt the need to have his lips on Gregory's nipples. Grabbing his arms, he pulled until Gregory fell forward, his hands landing on each side of his head.

With Gregory's body leaning over his, he leaned up and stuck his tongue out, circling one taut nipple before sucking it in between his lips. He almost smiled when Gregory groaned.

Instead, he pulled the nipple into his mouth and gently bit down. It was like turning on an electrical switch. Gregory went wild. His hips began grinding against Ryland's hard cock. The harder he bit down, the wilder Gregory became.

Ryland reached down with his hands and quickly unzipped Gregory's pants. He had barely pulled Gregory's cock free when he was crying out his name, shooting into his hand, covering him with his release.