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  Snowfire: Tagged

  Kira Stone

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  Copyright ©2009 Kira Stone

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  Snowfire: Tagged

  Kira Stone

  “Tag. You’re it.”

  The words echo through Chade’s body like the ringing of a warning bell. Little does he know he’s about to be drawn into a game of cat and mouse -- or in his case, werewolf and Fae. The gorgeous Elf teases and tempts him… and eludes him for days. It isn’t until a dark and snowy night, when Chade is on the verge of giving up, that he finds Evander -- and the true meaning of surrender.

  Snowfire: Tagged

  “Wanna dance?”

  Chade looked the too-punk guy over and mentally shrugged. Why the hell not? It beat watching the bar traffic -- one of the few mixed species bars in the area -- trying to decide if he was waiting for a male worth knowing to walk by, or counting the seconds until he walked out. “Yeah, sure.”

  “Vertically or horizontally?”

  Christ, what a lame line. The punk might as well have grabbed Chade by the balls and said, “Let’s fuck.” Did no one care about romance these days? Not the hearts and flowers crap women were always bawling about, but just the semblance that their brief connection would mean something beyond satisfying a particularly virulent itch.

  “Verbally, if I thought you could dance without tripping over your tongue,” Chade finally replied, deciding that in his present mood no company was preferable to bad company.

  “Hey, I’ve got moves, man.” The vampish punk spun in a wobbly attempt to hit the dance floor. Once he cleared a space on the wooden planks in mosh-pit fashion, he put on a ten-second show that demonstrated his double-jointed hips and a lousy sense of rhythm.

  If there was any applause at the conclusion of his act, it was swallowed up by the techno-noise coming from the club’s sound system. Chade finished off his drink and stood to leave. A throbbing beat and a mobile ass weren’t enough to ignite his libido tonight. “I’ve changed my mind… thanks for the offer though.”

  “Jerk,” the deathly pale punk tossed at his retreating back.

  Chade suppressed a growl and kept moving, intent on putting the club, and the wasted evening, behind him. He’d almost reached the door when a short blond Fae streaked in, jarring him. “Hey,” Chade said, more to make the kid slow down than out of any real anger.

  The kid -- okay, so maybe not quite a kid, Fae always looked younger than their real years -- turned around and Chade was impaled by a pair of sapphire blue eyes that glowed with sparkling warmth. “Tag, you’re it.”

  The words were spoken so soft and low that the only way Chade could make them out was by lip-reading. And what a fantastic set of lips they were. Wide, pink and just a hint of blond stubble around them.

  The Fae fluttered his mottled blue-black wings in a friendly wave, tucked his hands into the pockets of his black leather pants and flashed Chade a sexy grin. “See ya!”

  Then, as if he’d used magic, the blond became engulfed by the writhing bodies on the dance floor.

  Chade’s crotch ached as if he’d been intimately stroked by a highly skilled lover, except he was positive the Fae hadn’t touched him after the initial bump. In fact, Chade wasn’t sure he hadn’t imagined at least half of the bizarre encounter -- the Fae loved to play tricks on other species -- and stepped forward, out into the frigid, snowy night.

  * * *

  Two days later, Chade was feeling restless. No sex, not even in cyberland, had left him edgy. The orgasmic hiatus wasn’t for a lack of willing partners, but his dick was making specific demands and so far he hadn’t found a partner to fit the bill. Blond, dancing blue eyes and a lithe body that could eliminate the need for sex aids from the world if only its sensual sexuality could be bottled…

  Yeah, okay, so he was a little hung up on the Fae kid from the club. Still, he shouldn’t let that stop him from having fun. Chances were he’d never see the blond again. It was time to get over him.

  He started out at MANifesto. The stripper bar was empty except for a few regulars who seemed more interested in hashing out the seven sexual degrees of separation between Lance Armstrong and George Michael rather than actually having sex.

  He drove to the Silver Slopes Ski Lodge next, a seasonal gay cruising spot, and spotted a former fuck buddy lying on the rug before a roaring fire. The cat-human hybrid wore nothing but a silver thong that accented his dark Neko skin. Chade slowly caressed his skin in the way one might pet a feline as they talked. Their sensual banter soon led them to find a not-too-secluded spot to get reacquainted. They’d played these sexual games together before, so all Chade had to do was nod his head to signal what he wanted. He lowered the zipper of his jeans as the black-haired Neko dropped to his knees, cushioned by the thick white rug.

  As a rule, cats and dogs didn’t get along, but Chade had found that his own were instincts had no problems with the cat-like qualities of the human-cat hybrids known as Nekos. Their fuzzy ears and long tails could be highly erotic and Kyler’s purr never failed to stiffen Chade’s cock.

  The gorgeous Neko made that sound now as he rubbed his face against Chade’s crotch. Through the thin fabric of Chade’s boxers, Kyler lightly bit the length of his shaft. His hands gripped the back of Chade’s thighs, strong fingers digging into the firm muscle.

  Hot breath and wet cloth against Chade’s hardening erection drew a ragged breath from his lungs. “Yeah, that’s it.” Kyler glanced up at him and smiled before drawing Chade’s dick through the slot in the boxers. He pumped the silken column of flesh as he brought it toward his lips. Teasing, Kyler lapped only at the very tip, prying into the slit with his slightly rough tongue.

  Chade rolled his shoulders and let the erotic sensations wash over him. He ran his fingers through Kyler’s dark curls and tried to tug him closer, urging the Neko to take more of his cock into his mouth. The cat resisted, continuing to lick and nibble but not suck. Chade bit back a groan of frustration. It was part of their game, vying to make the other weaken first.

  Shifting slightly so he could relax against a stout wall, Chade toed off one of his shoes. He pressed the ball of his foot against Kyler’s crotch, and then moved slowly up and down the rigid length behind the flashy silver fabric. The guy had a foot fetish, and Chade didn’t mind playing along.

  Sweat started to bead along Kyler’s spine, and with a cry of surrender, he surrounded Chade’s dick with his firm, wet lips. He laved the head, his tongue tickling the ridge. Pleasure arced through Chade’s shaft to stab his throbbing balls. He dropped his head back against the wall and closed his eyes. His
fingers went to Kyler’s neck, massaging the cords of muscle that flexed with every swallow.

  “Suck me. Suck me like you mean it. You know you want to,” Chade murmured. If he could just come, maybe this obsessive need to be buried balls deep in the blond Fae’s ass would abate.

  “Make me,” Kyler replied with a smug smile reminiscent of a cat about to lick up a bowl of cream.

  Chade grabbed a fistful of luxurious blue-black hair to keep the Neko’s head steady. He used his other hand to guide the head of his cock over Kyler’s lips. Pre-cum left a damp trail. “Suck me,” he coaxed.

  Whether it was the heady smell of sex, the velvet softness brushing against his lips or the added pressure Chade put on the Neko’s balls with his heel, Kyler opened wide and swallowed much of his considerable length. This time the long growl of satisfaction escaped between Chade’s teeth. God, that felt good.

  Kyler’s fierce suction soon had his balls drawing up tight. Wet slurpy sounds stoked his inner fire, and the urge to come quickly became an irrefutable demand. He took Kyler’s head between his hands and fucked his pretty mouth.

  Lost in the rush of his approaching climax, he didn’t realize they had company until a soft gasp caused him to turn his head. There, outlined by the glow of a wall lamp, was his blond, cock in hand, stroking himself like a madman, blue eyes spearing Chade through the amber light.

  Shock at seeing him threw off Chade’s rhythm, but it didn’t matter. Climax happened anyway, hot semen hurtling through his shaft to spill out on Kyler’s eager tongue. Even as Chade shuddered through the powerful contractions, he couldn’t look away from the blond who now seemed to be gripped by his own violent release. Cum arced from the Fae’s perfect, naked body to land on the marble floor in an opalescent rain. Chade licked his lips, as if somehow that would enable him to capture a taste of the blond’s salty fluid.

  Kyler swallowed Chade’s thick load until the last drop had been spent and sat back on his heels, a satisfied smile stamped on his face. Only then did the handsome Neko realize something was wrong. He followed Chade’s gaze to see what he found so distracting.

  “Can we help you?” Kyler asked, his eyes narrowed and his body tensed to spring.

  To Chade’s surprise, the blond walked silently toward them instead of fleeing like a novice voyeur caught in the act. His cock, still partially distended, hung free as he reached out to Chade. Poor manners though it was, given that he’d been erotically engaged with someone else just moments before, Chade couldn’t resist taking the offered hand. Fresh semen coated the Fae’s soft skin and Chade inhaled the scent before swiping his tongue across the broad palm. With his other hand, the blond grazed Chade’s cheek in a tender caress, then slipped it behind Chade’s neck and drew him down for a kiss.

  “Tag, you’re mine,” he whispered just before their lips met. Their mouths fit together perfectly, instantly opening in invitation. Deep and slow, they kissed, their tongues stroking each other as their hands had yet to do. Chade reached out to haul this intoxicating Fae against him, only checking himself at the last second when he remembered they weren’t alone.

  “Soon,” the blond said with a wink that conveyed his understanding.

  Like before, the Fae faded away as though he were nothing more than a mirage and Chade was left with the feeling that the encounter had been largely in his own mind. Except this time he had a witness.

  “Who the hell was that?” Kyler asked, his tone both annoyed and curious.

  “Wish I knew.” But Chade vowed that he would find out.

  * * *

  A week later, Chade had little to show for his detective efforts. After seeing to it that Kyler didn’t have anything to complain about, Chade had hopped over to the club where he’d first bumped into his quarry. His effort to find a pair of sparkling blue eyes among the half-naked, writhing bodies proved futile and he left with disappointment burning in his gut.

  MANifesto was throwing a huge party the next night, but the blond Fae wasn’t there either. And so it went. He’d made the rounds of other popular gay clubs over the next few nights, but came up empty. Once or twice he caught the profile of the male he so desperately sought, but that’s all he had for his trouble. A fleeting glimpse.

  Now Chade was pissed, both at himself and the cock-tease who wouldn’t let him rest. He’d promised himself he wasn’t going to waste another night on cat and mouse games. The Fae obviously knew how to find him if he chose. If he didn’t, well, it was his loss.

  Dressed in a blue T-shirt that matched his eyes and a pair of tight, well-worn jeans, Chade grabbed a warm leather coat and stepped out into the night. The nearly full moon hung low on the horizon, casting a romantic glow on the surrounding snow-capped mountains. The sky was clear and the air seemed unseasonably warm for the high altitude. It was a night made for making love by a roaring fire, or perhaps even under the stars. Maybe if he found the right man he’d…

  A profusion of glitter sprung at him from out of the darkness, as if tossed by an invisible hand. When the sparkles faded, the blond stood before him, naked and gloriously aroused as though he carried summer in his blood to ward off the winter chill. “Hi,” he said brightly, as though his arrival was highly anticipated.

  The roar of the rolling ocean waves nearby sounded just as hungry as Chade was for a taste of the little tease. “You done running from me yet?”

  The blond looked around and stretched his ebony wings. Moonlight poured over his lithe, pale frame like thick syrup, coating his hairless skin. “It’s an island. How far could I go?”

  “That doesn’t answer my question.” Chade shoved his hands into his front pockets, determined to stay right where he was until he was convinced the blond wouldn’t bolt.

  Tilting his head to the side so that his long blond hair swayed over his shoulder, the Fae admitted, “Okay, I want you to chase me a little farther. Not too far, I promise.” He turned and jogged off into the darkness.

  Chade cursed under his breath. “Running around in the dark on slippery rocks is a good way to break an ankle. Not sexy,” he grumbled.

  Laughter drifted back to him. Whether it was that enticing sound or the sight of that tight ass disappearing between the old evergreens, Chade found himself moving forward, once more chasing after the elusive tease. He took his time, not willing to break a bone for the pleasure of the Fae’s company, no matter how hot he was.

  Finally, the trees parted to reveal a clearing. A huge bonfire burned in the center, hurling orange tongues of flame and balls of grey smoke toward the star-drenched sky. The unseasonably warm air intensified the smell of heather that had been crushed by their passing. And on a red plaid blanket beside the fire lay his quarry, stretched out on his back. His white-blond hair gleamed gold in the firelight. In contrast, his dark, translucent wings lightened to match the blue of his eyes.

  “Done now?” Chade asked him as he started to pull the snaps on his jeans, pretty sure this time he knew the answer.

  “Just getting started,” the Fae replied huskily, putting his hands behind his head to watch the strip show.

  The jeans settled low on Chade’s hips but didn’t fall as he stripped off his jacket and T-shirt. The hiking boots went next, tossed to the side.

  The sensual Fae gripped his dick with pale fingers, slowly sliding up and down the rigid length. Staring, as if entranced, his gaze zeroed in on Chade’s groin. “Show me. I wanna see it.”

  Chade strutted over to him. Now that he had the upper hand, he wasn’t about to relinquish control. “No.”

  “Little things come in big packages, eh?”

  Chade laughed. “Good try, but you’re not going to rush me.”

  He kneeled between the Fae’s slim, muscular legs, and balanced himself over him. Slowly, so the guy could track his every move, Chade lowered himself until he could lick the length of his lover’s collarbone. From there, he nuzzled into the Fae’s armpit, inhaling deeply. His musky scent was intoxicating. Cologne was nice, but this… there
just wasn’t anything better than a male’s raw, personal scent.

  A jerk on the short hair at the nape of his neck drew Chade’s head back. “Kiss me,” his wanton lover begged.

  “Your name,” Chade growled. “I want to know your name.” He was going to remember this night forever. At the very least, he deserved a name to go with the memory of this Fae’s beautiful face.

  “Evander.”

  It came so quickly to his lips that Chade suspected it was a fake answer. But now he had something to call his lover, and that was enough. For the moment.

  He brushed Evander’s lips with the pad of his thumb. “Evander.”

  “Yes?”

  “I’m going to fuck you bowlegged,” Chade promised softly. His Australian accent had thickened with his rising lust and he almost didn’t recognize his own voice.

  “Good.” Evander grinned and wiggled his hips in anticipation. “Now will you please kiss me?”

  Their lips met tenderly at first, tasting, testing. Parting his lips, he felt the invasion of Evander’s tongue. Chade sucked the tip as he withdrew, then nibbled along Evander’s jaw to his ear where he could lick the pointed rim.

  Evander’s legs wrapped around his thighs and drew their bodies closer together. The teeth of his zipper had to be cutting into Evander’s skin, but that didn’t stop the Fae from grinding against him.

  “Want you,” Evander said on a strangled moan as Chade moved down his body to press open-mouthed kisses upon his nips.

  “Got me,” Chade assured him. He doubted even the call of the full moon could lure him away.

  Taking the sensitive nub between his teeth, he bit down and watched Evander’s azure eyes widen in pleasure. He licked away the sting, then bit again, delighted at how the Fae responded to him. Evander’s nails raked over his back, sending shivers down Chade’s spine. This encounter was well worth waiting for.

  Chade sat back on his heels. He spread Evander’s legs wide, and bent them so they rested to either side of his hips. “You ready for me?”