Available [Marked 3] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) by Jana Downs Page A

Brad?”
    “No. I hate when people shorten my name. It’s Bradley.”
    Ryan openly laughed then. “All right. I can respect that. I won’t call you Brad.” He offered his arm up for Bradley, and he looped his arm in the wolf’s almost instantly. “Did you think of things you want to try?”
    “Yes. I thought about a few things that I wouldn’t mind trying. I read about this flogging scene in my book, so I’d like to feel that,” Bradley said, trying not the blush as he answered Ryan’s questions.
    “That’s doable. What else?”
    Bradley swallowed and took the plunge. “I really want you to fuck me.” He saw Ryan’s shoulders tense and hurried to finish. “I know that it doesn’t have to go there, but I want it to. I need to know if it’s on the table and if I got a vote, what I wanted to vote for.”
    Ryan hesitated. “Fine. It’s on the table. When we’re ready and not until.”
    “Tonight?”
    “Don’t push it, smartass.”
    Bradley sighed. “You take all the fun out of teasing you.”
    “I’m the second-highest-ranked person in my pack. I don’t usually get teased by availables,” Ryan said, cutting a pointed look over in Bradley’s direction.
    “What do they usually do?”
    “Swoon,” Ryan rumbled. It took him a minute to register that Ryan was teasing him back. He laughed, loving this side of the Dom. “Flogging and fucking. Anything else?”
    Bradley shrugged. “I’m not sure really. I don’t know a lot about it. What’s that long thing that people use to smack horses with?” They’d made it back to the table, and Ryan motioned for him to regain his seat. Kira came over a second later with their food.
    “I went ahead and put in Mustang’s order. It’ll be up when you guys finish up,” Kira said as she sat the plates in front of them. It seemed like sheer BBQ heaven, and Bradley’s stomach rumbled in admiration. When was the last time I ate ? He couldn’t remember. Not since yesterday afternoon. “Someone is hungry.” She winked. “Wave me over if you need a refill. I’ll let you two talk.”
    “Thanks, Kira,” Ryan said. As she walked away, he turned his attention back to Bradley. “The thing is called a crop. I’ll show you when you come over. I have all kinds of goodies for you to go through. If something strikes your fancy, just let me know and we’ll give it a try.”
    “Oh and I just remembered something I was reading about in one of the forums I found today in class about erotic asphyxiation. It sounded hot—”
    Ryan’s face turned to stone. “No.”
    “But—”
    “No fucking ‘buts.’ It’s dangerous, and I won’t do it,” Ryan snapped. Bradley felt like he’d been slapped. His cheeks heated, and he felt like every single person in the bar was now staring at them.
    “Fine,” he muttered. “It was just an idea.” They fell into an awkward silence as they ate. Bradley pushed the green beans around on his plate, not hungry anymore. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t know that it was off-limits.” He swallowed. “I’m seriously just throwing ideas out there.”
    Ryan sighed. “It’s okay. I didn’t mean to bite your head off. It’s just a trigger for me. I had a friend who really enjoyed it. He nearly died, and ever since I’ve been more than a little touchy about breath play.” The whole thing was said in a rush as if Ryan felt the need to explain but wanted to get it over with as quickly as possible.
    “I’m sorry about your friend,” Bradley said. “We don’t have to do it.”
    Their eyes met. “Thank you for understanding.” Ryan waved to the food. “Eat. You were starving a second ago.”
    Bradley did, settled now that he knew it hadn’t been his freakish fantasy that had made Ryan lose it on him. “So are all wolves into BDSM?” He bit into the chicken and starbursts of flavor invaded his mouth. It was a little spicy like some Cajun food he’d had in the past but it had the rich taste of BBQ sauce under it.