I stalked inside my cabin, headed straight to the bathroom, and shut the door. I walked up to the shower, cranked the knob until the water turned on, frigid enough to hopefully ease some of my lust.
I all but tore my fucking clothes off and got in the shower, the water beating down my back as I rested my hand on the tiled wall, hanging my head and closing my eyes. I grabbed my dick, squeezing my fingers around the girth, and started running my palm up and down. I felt my balls draw up tight, my impending orgasm close.
Allison.
God, she was gorgeous. Perfect.
I clenched my teeth as pleasure lanced through me. I knew this wouldn’t sate me, wouldn’t calm the beast deep inside of me. In fact, this would probably make things worse. But I couldn’t help myself. I needed this, I needed this relief, this release.
I felt my pleasure rise as my climax started at the base of my spine. It took control of me until I was tossing my head back and roaring out as I came.
My jizz shot out of my cock, a sharp stab of pleasure that would have eased me on any other occasion, but today only made it worse. I let go of myself and rested both hands in front of me on the wall, my eyes closed, my mouth parted as I breathed heavily.
And even though I’d emptied my balls, even though I’d shot out a massive load against the tiled wall, my cock was still rock hard. It was like the fucker was telling me this wouldn’t do, that until he was buried balls deep in Allison’s sweet pussy, I’d be walking around with this fire poker between my thighs.
Better get around to claiming her, and really fucking claiming her hard.
* * *
The next day
I cursed and headed out my front door, slamming it behind me and taking the porch steps two at a time. I was striding toward Oli’s cabin, wanting to go to where Allison was, about to grab my shit to repair the door, only to realize it was missing. I growled low, my bear right there at the surface, wanting to kick someone’s ass, especially my brother Oli’s.
When I finally reached Oli’s place, I could hear classic rock pumping out through the garage. I walked around the back of his house, saw the four-car garage, the twin bay doors open, and Oli standing inside.
He’d built the place five summers ago, not stopping until it had been finished. I narrowed my eyes when I saw him working on an engine suspended from the ceiling. Grease covered his hands and arms, and his longer dark blond hair was pulled back into what he called a man bun. At times, I thought he looked fucking ridiculous, even if I knew he was probably one of the better looking out of all of us.
He stood, facing me as he clearly sensed my presence. Grease was smudged in between the tattoos that covered his arms, hands, neck, even his chest. He wore a white tank, the color long gone as stains from working in this garage took over.
“Dude, I thought you were camping for the weekend?” Oli had to shout to be heard over the roar of music.
I tipped my chin toward his stereo, but he stood there and continued to clean off his hands on a dirty-ass red rag, one that probably hadn’t been washed since he bought it. I narrowed my eyes at him and growled low even though he couldn’t hear me.
I walked up to the stereo, turned that bitch off, and faced him. For a moment, we just stood there staring at each other, and finally he lifted an eyebrow, silently asking me what the fuck I wanted.
“Where’s my shit?” I crossed my arms over my chest and glared at him. I wanted to go to Allison, but having to hunt down my tools because my fucking brother had taken them without asking, and then didn’t put them back, was sucking up time I could be with my mate.
“Your shit?” Oli walked over to his workbench and tossed the dirty rag on it. He looked over his shoulder at me. “You’re acting weird. Testier than normal.” He stared me right in the eyes for a moment, trying to read me, but I was like a fucking bank safe.
No way was he getting through the thick wall I’d erected around myself.
Although I had no problem telling my brothers I was mated, was looking forward to it even, I wanted to wait until I’d fully claimed Allison. I wanted her to be in just as deep with this mating as I was already.
Oli faced his workbench again and started jotting down some notes, presumably materials he needed to fix up that engine he’d been working on for the past month.
Oli had always been the easygoing one out of the bunch, the brother who looked like he should be on the beaches in California with a surfboard under his arm. But he wasn’t fooling anyone, least of all me.
I knew he craved his mate just as much as all of us did. He just hid it better than the majority of us. He found shit to do, engines to work on, time-sucking activities that kept his mind off of what he wanted the most. His mate.
“Where’s my tools? I have things to do.”
“What kind of shit?” Oli asked without looking at me.
I growled low and felt my bear rise up with impatience. “Oli, I need my tools because I have work to d
o. Where the fuck are they?”
Oli faced me and crossed his arms over his chest, leaning against his workbench. He smirked. “Where at? I can come help you if you want.” The thing with Oli was, even though I knew he was sincere about helping out, he also knew how to push my buttons.