Happy Wednesday, guys! Time for another episode of Wednes...

Happy Wednesday, guys! Time for another episode of Wednesday Briefs! This week's prompt is: "Is that what you think of me?" 
The alternate prompts are: Use: thyme, energy, railroad or 
"You have trust issues, mister!" or 
blue, turkey, field  
Mention any constellation in your story 
~I’m using blue, turkey, field.


Shadows in the Night Ch 9
Chip’s numb fingers released the glass and pitcher of tea. They fell as everything around him receded—the blue jay screeching outside, the tea that spilled across the floor, the broken glass, and the offer of apple pie was all forgotten. All he saw in his field of vision were the deadly tips of Jason’s canines and eyes that changed from near-black to greenish-yellow.
The word boy screamed through his head, circled back around and then came screaming through again. God help him. That was what he had called the cougar. Every brain cell he possessed shrieked what he was seeing was notpossible. Period and end of story. But the creature standing in front of him, with eerie eyes and long teeth, was hard to ignore, much less deny.
“Shit,” Chip whispered. Turkey that he was, his hands clutched the sink behind him in an effort to keep him on his feet. His knees shook. He didn’t question or stop to think—the rational side of his brain had left the building. He edged away from Jason, one thing on his mind.
Flee.
“Do notrun, Chip,” Jason warned. He saw that Chip’s body was poised for flight. “I’ll just chase you down, and I can’t promise what form I’ll be in when I do.”
“F-f-form?” Chip’s slow progression down the counter stopped.
“Yes, me or the cougar.”
“Holy mother of—” That was as far as Chip got before his body took over. He didn’t remember lurching away from the sink; his feet moved of their own accord. He didn’t stop to consider he was still in his night pants from the night before. At this point he’d run down the drive naked. He was in the main living area before he realized he had moved. Before that thought had time to fully register, he found himself swept off his feet and dumped on the couch, pinned by a hundred ninety pounds of angry man-cougar.
“I told you not to run!” Jason growled, actually growled like an animal, before he covered Chip’s mouth with his own. 
Hands trapped by his side, and unable to move, Chip expected the kiss to be full of teeth, aggression, and pain. Fear had his heart pounding in his chest and his breath coming in gasps. What he got instead was heat—and yes, aggression—as soft lips moved over his, teasing gently as his tongue demanded entrance. Fear receded as a spark of desire ignited.
With a whimper, Chip gave in and opened his mouth to the invader. Jason’s tongue left nothing unclaimed. Every single inch of Chip’s mouth was explored and conquered as Jason settled between Chip’s legs, grinding their groins together.
Stunned pleasure washed through Chip. This sexy guy was hard—for him. This sexy guy that wasn’t human wanted him with a passion he’d never felt before. Moaning, Chip raised his hips so the friction Jason created between them increased. He wanted more, and wanted Jason to know. The harder Jason rubbed against him, the closer Chip came to coming. Finally, before the finality, Jason raised his head.
“Oh Jesus.” Chip bucked under Jason.
“Praying are you?” Jason leaned up, releasing Chip’s hands. “Won’t do any good. My people never believed in the white man’s God.”
Chip swallowed—he believed him. Jason looked like he stepped out of the pages of a history book section on American Indians. All he needed was buckskins, a feather in his hair, and war paint. He was frighteningly sexy, stress on the frighteningly.
“Do notmove.” Jason shifted, moving his body down Chip’s. “Not one inch.”
He pulled Chip’s night pants down below his knees, ignoring the startled squeak from his human. Chip struggled to rise, and Jason’s hand landed in the middle of Chip’s chest. A gentle push, and a low hiss, had Chip falling back on the couch.
Sitting cross-legged, Jason lifted the hard dick that lay against Chip’s belly. Fear hadn’t affected Chip’s hard-on. Greenish-yellow eyes looked up at Chip as Jason leaned closer and sniffed. He wanted to taste his mate’s seed, and he knew it wouldn’t be long before Chip came. He could smell the cum boiling in Chip’s heavy balls and, by the Great Spirit, he wanted it.
Taking his time, he ran his canines up the length of Chip’s shaft. His long deadly teeth caressed the throbbing length in his hand. A small whimper from Chip had Jason patting the inside of Chip’s thigh to reassure him.
“Please….” Chip gasped.
Jason’s tongue ran the length of Chip’s dick, and another moan greeted him.
“Please what?” Jason flicked his tongue over the top of Chip’s cock, searching for more precum. “Please stop?”
Mindful of his canines, he took Chip’s shaft into his hot, wet mouth, bobbing his head up and down. When Chip’s hips thrust up, he lifted his head again.
“Or please more?”
“I-I….”
Jason lowered his head, and sucked Chip’s dick back into his mouth. Up and down he went, making sure to apply plenty of suction. His canines nicked Chip’s shaft and that was all it took.
“Oh… fuck!” Chip yelled as he exploded, a twinge of pain twisted in with an ocean of please. Cum shot from him, flooding Jason’s mouth.
Jason raised his head, licked the trace of blood off his lips, and let some of Chip’s seed rain down on his belly. Running his finger through the milky fluid, he wet his middle finger and thrust it in Chip’s hole.
“Jason!”Chips screamed as his hot spot was nailed, prolonging his orgasm.
“Yes, scream for me.”
Once Jason had drained Chip’s balls, he stood up, pulled his shirt off, and jerked Chip’s night pants off.
“What-what are you doing?”
“Taking you to bed.”
“What?”
“I’m claiming you, tonight. Can you tell me you don’t want this?”
Chip bit his lip.
“Exactly.” Jason lifted Chip in his arms and strode out of the main living area.


~To be continued.
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