| B R A D E N |

Conner was f*cking beautiful. His body appeared like it was sculpted by the moon goddess herself, perfect in every way. He was made of toned muscle, so delicious Braden just wanted to lick every surface of him. The way he squirmed and panted on his mattress drove Braden up the wall.

     The ride to his place was tense, arousal thick in the air. Braden could practically taste it on his tongue. As soon as they arrived, Braden was dragging him inside as fast as he could. There was nothing that would stop him from f*cking Conner into next week. Nothing.

      Braden pushed him gently onto his bed, pulling his own shirt up and over his head. He threw it to the side, not caring where it landed. His dark skin was flushed and hot to the touch. Running a hand through his tight curls, he climbed on top of Conner, his eyes betraying his true intentions.

      Bedroom eyes. That's what they were called. Hooded lids, eyelashes batting seductively. Conner was giving them right back to Braden. No words were needed... they were both begging for it. Begging to just get on with it and mate like the animals they were.

Braden slid his hands up and under Conner's shirt, feeling his smooth and toned chest. Conner was a runner, it was one of his passions. As a result, he had built up a lean and fit body. Braden already loved every inch of it.

      Conner released a long, drawn-out moan as Braden's lips made contact with his neck, mouthing at the sensitive area. Simultaneously, he rubbed their tented crotches against each other's.

    Braden could hear those noises all day. They were music to his ears.

Trying to trigger another pleasure-filled noise, Braden pinched Conner's perky nipple between his fingers. Conner gasped, throwing his head back.

Up and down, Braden's hands smoothed out across Conner's body. He wasn't afraid to explore. He wanted to leave no crevice untouched.

"Are you going to just sit there and tease me—" Conner gritted out, lifting his head to scowl at Braden, "Or are you going to be a man and fuck me like one?"

Braden couldn't help the devilish smirk that spread across his face. It was true- Braden was a huge tease. He loved to play with his food before he dug in.

Still, he felt obligated to fulfill Conner's wishes. Especially when he asked... so nicely.

Braden backed off, falling back to sit on his heels. Crossing his arms across his chest, he licked his lips.

"Strip." He ordered.

His voice was hard and unyielding. Conner would be a fool to ignore him. Ignoring him wasn't a part of his plan, though. His agenda— at the moment— just consisted of climbing on top of Braden's c*ck.

Conner glanced at Braden's hands. He had really big hands. You know what they say about guys with big hands...

Giving an exasperated sigh, Conner sat up. He ripped off his shirt, not caring if it would end up being torn to pieces. He just wanted it off.

     Braden watched his every move with hunger burning through his veins. He could barely contain himself as Conner wiggled his slim hips, slipping out of his pants. Something about the simple action turned Braden on like nothing else.

    Once Conner was down to his underwear, too embarrassed to take them off just yet, he sat back against the headboard. To Braden's amusement, he crossed his arms just like the former. Like he was mocking him.

  Braden took off his own pants, his aching member thanking him for a little more freedom. Being pressed up against the constraint of jeans hurt, especially when you were as hard as Braden.

Conner's wide eyes fell on the obvious bulge in Braden's boxers. He looked huge... Conner couldn't wrap his head around how it would ever fit.

Conner's gaze snapped up to meet Braden's soft dark ones. "You don't have to take it if you don't want to," He said gently.

He would never force Conner into doing something he didn't want to do. No matter his urges or wants, no still meant no. It didn't matter if they were mates. If Conner didn't give consent, it was rape. Braden was a lot of things, but a rapist definitely wasn't on the list.

Conner scoffed, lifting his chin. "I'm not some p#ssy. Besides, why aren't you the one bending over for my d*ck? I'm the predator here." Conner flashed his extended fangs in a wicked grin.

     Braden cocked an eyebrow. "Because I'm bigger..." his voice grew huskier with each word. "And you're the one who's desperate for my cock." He trailed a finger down Conner's chest.

     Conner visibly shuddered, his bottom lip popping out to form a pout. "I'm not that desperate," he mumbled, but he wasn't up to fighting Braden over it. Because Braden was right... he really needed him to fill him up. Right that moment.

Conner rolled over onto his stomach, lifting his arse into the air. "If you go in dry, I'll f*cking kill you," He whispered.

Braden didn't respond, instead rummaging around in the drawer of his nightstand. Conner complained, yelling at him to hurry up. Finally, Braden pulled out a small tube of lube and some condoms.

A million wacky sayings filled Braden's mind as he looked at the two things in his hands.

Wrap your monkey before you get funky.

Wear a glove while you make love.

Wrap it before you tap it.

Shaking his head, he tugged down Conner's underwear. Braden gave his firm ass a nice squeeze. Conner's teeth dug into his bottom lip as he let out a labored breath.

Braden poured lubricant onto his meaty fingers. Conner waited anxiously, squeezing his eyes closed. Braden prodded his little pink hole with one finger, slipping it in only halfway.

Conner muffled an uncomfortable noise into the pillow. It didn't hurt, it just... it was an intrusion. Something he wasn't used to.

Braden slid the finger in all the way, pressing it up against his walls. He then retracted it before pushing it in, again and again. His movements were slow, but gradually sped up.

"More," Conner pleaded, his legs shaking. His back arched, stomach reaching for the mattress while his bottom just lifted higher.

Braden watched his every move with exhilaration. He added another finger alongside the first, pushing it inside of Conner.

Conner let out a low hiss. "It burns," he complained, but he didn't stop. Instead, he rocked back on the digits, his entrance swallowing them up to the last knuckle.

Braden grasped Conner's d*ck with his free hand, stroking him to the same pace he fingered him. His fingers pressed and stretched, doing scissoring motions. Conner have a pleasured moan, glad for the distraction. It was clear Braden was no newbie. He knew exactly what he was doing.

It might have been his first time with a man, but it wasn't all that different. Foreplay. Prep. F*ck. Repeat.

     The only huge difference was that with Conner... it was a million times better. Braden could already tell you that and he hadn't even penetrated Conner yet. Just the though of entering Conner had beads of precum dripping from his c0ck.

Braden added a third finger, squeezing Conner's dingaling dong song. Conner panted, rolling his hips back. Braden bit back a groan at how beautifully he sucked up his fingers. It was unbelievably hot.

Braden pulled out his fingers and took away his other hand. He felt Conner was stretched enough and ready. Conner twisted his head back to meet Braden's gaze.

      "Just put it in already, you c*cksucker," Conner demanded, his face twisting as he waited impatiently.

Braden just chuckled, pulling off his underwear. He ripped open the plastic packaging before rolling the rubber over his quite large c*ck.

Conner choked as he saw it, squirming away. You know what they say about black guys having the biggest d*cks in all creation? It was absolutely, 100% f*cking true. Conner felt like he would die if that thing was shoved up his a#%. It would rip him in half!

"You motherf*cking psychopath! How the h*ll are you carrying that thing around?! Do you use penis pills? You have to use something, g0ddamn!" Conner shook his head in amazement, his eyes wide.

Braden smirked, a little surprised at Conner's reaction. He could still see the want flickering on Conner's face. He moved closer to Conner, pressing his hardened member between Conner's awaiting cheeks. It was arousing and oh-so-close to just sliding right into his entrance.

His hand came up to grip Conner's soft dirty blonde hair, tugging so Conner couldn't look away. "Tell me how much you want it, Pet," Braden whispered, his voice husky with lust. He left no room for Conner to argue.

     Conner let out a low whine, just about c*mming right then and there. He couldn't handle himself when Braden took control. It was terrible and amazing all at once.

      "I want it so bad! Please, please give it to me! I'll do anything, be anything! Just please f*ck me," Conner sobbed, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

     Braden gripped his hair tighter. He slowly pushed just the tip inside of Conner. Conner winced, he was f*cking thick. Thicker than three fingers, at least.

Braden pressed in deeper until he was about halfway inside of Conner. Conner's fists were clenched around the sheets of Braden's bed as he bent over perfectly still.

Braden let Conner adjust to his hefty size. After a moment, Conner whimpered our a single command. 'Move'.

    Braden slowly pulled out before thrusting back in, going a little farther with each movement. He managed to establish a steady pace, taking his time.

Being inside of Conner was like nothing else he had ever felt before. It was burning hot, and tight. So f*cking tight it almost hurt. It was ultimately the best thing on Earth and nothing could change Braden's opinion on that. He wasn't even in all the way!

Conner was slobbering all over himself, his eyes rolling back in his head. Animalistic whines poured from his lips, his tongue lolling out of his mouth. He was pushing back now, trying to get more and more of Braden.

      Their bodies molded together perfectly, creating a heavenly picture. The beautiful contrast of color twisted around each other made it that much more gorgeous.

Braden gripped Conner's hips in his hands, steadying himself as he pumped his c*ck in and out of Conner. He grunted from the exertion and pleasure, not pausing for a second.

Conner let out a shriek as Braden's d*ck brushed right up against his prostate, sending waves of euphoria crashing down on him. He didn't know how he managed to not spill his seed all over the sheets.

Braden notes his reaction, saw how violently he had enjoyed it. Smirking to himself, Braden rammed into the bundle of nerves. Again. And. Again.

Conner's body didn't know what to do. He turned into a puddle of utter goo in Braden's hands. Only Braden's tight grip on his waist held him up.

      Braden felt the pressure tightening in his balls with every movement. He was dangerously close. So close to climax.

     Funnily enough, Conner was the one to c*m first. Ribbons of white semen were released from him as he shuddered, his mouth opening in a silent scream. His toes curled and stars flashed before his eyes. As soon as he was finished, he slumped completely over, a sheen of sweat covering his skin.

      Braden wasn't done just yet. He held Conner is position as he gave a few more harsh thrusts, on the very edge of finishing.

     Braden let loose a long groan as he filled the plastic wrapper around his c*ck with c*m. He milked the earth shattering climax, his pace slowing to a halt.

     He pulled out all the way, stripping off the condom. He tied it off and threw it in the trash. He then collapsed in his bed, pulling Conner to his chest.

     Conner growled something beneath his breath, but Braden didn't care what witty remark the boy had given. He just wanted to savor the feeling of skin against skin. To remember his sweet scent.

     It didn't take long for the two shifters to drift off to sleep in the comfort of each other's company. It was the start of something amazing, something that would bloom into maybe even more.

     Still, many hardships laid before them. The real question was... Will they be able to hold on to each other through it all? Or will they crash and burn?

Okay, hi. That was interesting. I apologize if it was too vanilla for your taste, I just wasn't in the mood for adding too many kinks in there. Nevertheless, I hope you enjoyed! LWIAY who your favorite character was and was surprised to find that the majority of you all liked Braden best! I guess nice guys do win in the end. My question now is... favorite book of the shifter series so far?