Beneath the Neon Moon
trying to push him down. Zach mouthed the jut of his hip bone, then bit down and held it, looking up to meet Mal's gaze. Mal's eyes widened, pupils going dark, something so intense, some animal response leaping into them that for a second Zach wondered if he'd pushed him too far. He kept watching him, licking slowly where he'd bitten, and Mal closed his eyes tightly. A tremor went through his body.
    "Spread your legs," Zach whispered, voice like gravel, then moved to the crease at Mal's hip, licked there and then down, avoiding his cock, licking slowly over Mal's balls. Mal made breathy, wordless begging noises, hips rising off the dirt, straining into Zach's touch.
    Zach pushed Mal's jeans down as far as he dared over the chains. He sat up and slicked his fingers with spit, then brushed a finger over Mal's hole. He felt Mal's body grow still before he shuddered, trying to open wider for him, sounding frustrated, but it was enough for Zach to get where he wanted. He pushed in a little at a time, then deeper, working his way into him with another finger, opening him up. Mal made a wavering sound, Zach's name in it somewhere. His pupils were blown wide, stomach muscles straining as he pushed down onto Zach's fingers, taking them in further.
    "More," he whispered, his voice hoarse. He licked his lips.
    "Motherfuck," Zach swore. His cock twitched and started to fill again as if he hadn't just come. He bent and sucked Mal's cock into his mouth, his tongue sliding in long swipes over the head, tasting precome. He pushed a third finger inside, hard and sudden. Mal's hips jerked, then froze. A long, drawn out groan fell from his open mouth as he came, hips jerking, pulsing into Zach's mouth.
    Zach closed his eyes, tasting him, feeling the shift and twitch of skin against his tongue. He breathed in the musky, sharp tang of what they'd done together, wishing with everything in him for a tomorrow he probably wasn't going to see.
    Mal pulled him up over his body and rolled Zach beneath him, kissing him, trailing kisses down his throat, then settled down, nudging Zach's neck with his nose. Zach lay back and stretched his neck for easier access.
    He glanced once at Mal's arm. There was only deep pink scar tissue there.
    "Maybe we'll get out of here, Zach. Maybe we'll be okay," Mal said into his throat, burrowing closer.
    "Yeah, maybe." Zach turned away from the sight of the scarred arm. He bent to kiss Mal's head.

 
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 9
     
     
     
    "L AST TIME," AARON murmured into Zach's ear.
    Kane and Aaron had tied Mal's hands and taken him upstairs, then brought him back in quick order. They'd brought fresh water. Mal's face was dark with anger by the time they'd brought him back down, and his expression moved right on to unqualified fury when they unchained Zach and took him away. He'd stood and watched them climb up the stairs, his whole body stiff with rage.
    "Last time what?" Zach asked, trying to sound indifferent.
    "Last time we're bringing you up here. Tonight he turns." Aaron was behind Zach in the hall, leaning forward to speak quietly. Kane led the way back toward the stairs.
    "How? What's going to happen?"
    "You really want me to spell it out?"
    "Why not?" The question sat like lead in his chest. He really didn't want to hear the answer. 
    "You're going down there with him. When the moon rises he'll presto, change-o, same as us. He'll tear you apart. A first timer's ritual, like I told you, courtesy of the pack bringing a new member in. In the morning we'll come back and let him out. We'll teach him some control and how to hunt without putting all of us in danger. But then, you're not gonna be around for that part."
    Zach's legs went weak. He fought to keep from showing it. "Well, you might have a problem there."
    "We haven't yet. We've turned three in this house."
    "Not what I mean. He doesn't want to be one of you."
    Aaron nodded. "Not yet, but he will. He's alpha. He's strong."
    "An alpha who hates your guts.

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