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Winter Break

Part 6

Sneak Peek

“Fuck…” Levi moaned, his hips grinding down on the silicone sinking into his snatch. The motor of the strap on was buzzing against his insides as he sank himself lower onto it. He wasn’t wearing it, but rather using it on himself to keep his mind from clouding with the constant reminders of his fight with Roman. The jaguar hadn’t come back that night and left him high and dry again with his heat in full swing. Levi decided if he wasn’t going to be a man and help him with his heat, he would use the gift he got him before. It was a custom strap on that Roman had made of his dick so Levi could fuck him from time to time with all the salacious barbs. Levi was currently grinding down, his clit pressed against the base of the motor making him drool over the soft plastic. The light gyrations caused those barbs to work over his slick walls and send sputtering sparks over his senses.

If Roman wasn’t going to let this go and come back and pound him, he would have the next best thing. If he wanted to make this heat about him and not about Levi’s needs, then maybe he didn’t deserve it. Maybe Roman was just a little bitch about the whole thing and was just making things hard on him to punish him for fucking Longins. Who did he think he was blowing up on him like that in the thick of his heat. He knew Levi was hot headed and short fused while so deep in need. Not his fault Roman decided to dump his purse then and there about all this stuff. Couldn’t he have waited until he was done with his heat before getting so sensitive about every little thing he did.

“God!” Levi threw his head back, knocking it against the head board as he grit his teeth. He continued to grind on that motor, his hips working over that synthetic shaft as he rubbed his clit and petals, but he was just so pissed off at Roman, he kept getting close before his heat caused his mood to swing away from ecstasy. He knew it was his heat, but it didn’t make the mood swings any less bearable. He fucking hated that Roman just up and left! He went to go rent a room from the Y or some shit and the asshole was just leaving him there to deal with his own heat. Not that he ever had a problem with that, but he scared off the one guy who was willing to help him without getting a prissy! Roman would have to apologize to Longins before this was all over so he could come back and show him how to fuck his ass so good.

“Seriously,” Levi huffed, pounding his hips, his mattress squeaking as he fucked himself harder, the anger numbing the pleasure made him even more frustrated and frantic for release. All he was doing was stoking the flames with his toy. A lot of a heat’s potency was doused with the feeling of hot flesh against flesh, wet fur and powerful man handling. This was like trying to use a hand fan to put out a bonfire. He was just adding more fuel and making things worse. If Roman was going to go cry about not getting to fuck him instead of Longins, why didn’t he just come in and join the fun. He had plenty of heat for the both of them. He could make sure both Longins and Roman were drained, lounging on the couch, their feet on his back as they waited for his heat to get them in the mood to spit roast him on the coffee table!

“Fucking asshole,” Levi huffed, his face red in a mix of need and anger, his cheeks glowing, sweat dripping from his brow as he bounced on that dildo, those barbs working over his sensitive bits, his walls clenching on that shaft and trying to milk the cubs from those lifeless nuts. His pussy would clench, drool, and then back away from the pleasure as though it knew there wasn’t any seed there to give. Levi screamed into his bit lip as he fucked faster, harder, the headboard smacking against the wall, the crack from Roman’s other various romps with him growing up the wall as Levi forced the pleasure to build and build and—

A particularly long stroke caused the dildo to bend and bounce out, the tip flying out and flicking his juices around as he raked his claws across the headboard. His pussy felt raw, needy, and painfully hot. Levi hissed and started fingering himself, his pleasure so close, his release within reach, only for it to pull away as he tried to force his need to reach its apex.

“Son of a BITCH!” Levi hissed, smacking the dildo off the bed and having it clatter to the floor, the motor still rumbling as the snow leopard huffed. It felt good to smack that fake ass dick. It’s kind of what he wanted to do to Roman in that moment. Smack his nuts and maybe give him a good scratching to get him to angry fuck him. Why couldn’t he just be like Joey and lean into the play! How hot would it have been to have Roman come in, command Longins to leave and then angry fucked him, asserting his ownership of his man. Make him squeal out that he was sorry for cheating on him as he made a woman out of him.

At least it would have been hot if he were actually cheating, but he wasn’t. They weren’t exclusive. They fucked around all the time! Roman and Joey probably had more of each other’s DNA inside the other than Levi did of either of them, and Caleb and Kam had double team Levi enough times that he was surprised they didn’t just have a polycule. Roman knew the deal, he knew what kind of guy Levi was, so it’s not his fault that the jaguar wasn’t mature enough to handle multiple partners. He just didn’t understand what it was like to be in heat and so needy. He was just a dumb guy who couldn’t handle a sexy beast like Levi.

“Yeah Roman, grow the fuck up,” Levi huffed at the dildo on the floor as it rattled against some dirty clothes.

Levi kept pumping his snatch, his fingers sinking in, coming out coated, the fur matted with his juices, his entire arm shaking from a mixture of exhaustion and need. It wasn’t even close to enough stimulation, and that’s what frustrated Levi the most. He could normally get himself off no problem, but he was so in the weeds that he needed a real pounding. The little moment with Longins only stroked him into greater need and it was driving him crazy.

If only Roman had just come back and let him smooth things over and fuck through this, they could’ve actually had a real conversation. Why was he such an asshole about it! Why do men never understand the needs of their pussy-having counterparts? It’s because they don’t understand what it’s like to have such a need scorch you up from the inside and fuck with your brain. No, instead they fucking call you a needy little skank and just leave! Roman left him because he was a fucking stupid man—

Levi paused, his ears twitching. Roman left him. That can’t be right? Levi never got dumped! If they actually broke up just then, then he wasn’t the one doing the dumping, he was the dumpee!

“What the fuck! I did not just get dumped because Roman doesn’t know how to treat a man in heat, right? No way!” Levi fumed. He didn’t even do anything wrong. Roman was just being overly sensitive and lashing out because he couldn’t curl the snow leopard’s toes like the other men in their lives could. That’s not Levi’s fault, that’s Roman’s for not adapting and changing with his needs. It’s not like he was asking him to always be a specific way, just when he was in heat and needed the extra edge to go off on. He still wanted the Roman that worked his snatch so good, and mixed him drinks, and messaged his back, and took him to parties and—

“Fuck!” Levi hissed as he bat his tears away. He used his arm to swipe away the moisture from his eyes as he shook the idea of their break up away. They weren’t over, and if they were it’s because HE ended it, not Roman. Yeah, he ended it. He said that if Roman left, he better not come back, because he wasn’t being fair. Roman was treating him unfairly because he didn’t get how heat fucked with people.

Levi sank down on the bed, his fingers going to his clit as he looked at the ceiling, his mind rolling from one angry thought to the next, and yet he somehow found a way to keep his face fixed in a mild annoyance. He was chewing his cheek, muttering about how much of an asshole Roman was when he heard the door open, followed by the clopping of hooves.

Levi sat up, his mind melting away at the thought of Caleb’s massive bitch destroyer fucking all the frustration out of him. Levi took a few deep breaths before opening his eyes and putting on a sly smirk. He stood up and went out to greet the boys.

“—I’m just saying that we don’t know what we’re coming into here. Levi might be in a bad way—”

“Hey boys,” Levi cut Caleb off as he leaned in the archway to the hall leading to his bedroom. He was in the full nude, his pussy dripping down his thigh, his one hand still matted with his juices and his hair a bit out of place. He raked his claws through it with his clean hand to pull his disheveled hair back into place. “Want to go a round with my heat? Roman kind of left me high and dry and I could use a pick me up.”

“I…” Caleb hesitated, his jean jacket still on and making no attempt to pull it off. The Clydesdale’s mane was pulled back to reveal both his nervous eyes.

“What?” Levi pressed.

“Levi, you doin’ okay?” Kam asked, the zebra in his leather was holding an empty duffle that Levi recognized. Roman had filled it just before leaving him in the apartment.

“You saw him?” Levi rolled his eyes. “Typical. Is he saying that I can’t fuck you guys either?”

“I…um…” Caleb seemed confused. “He didn’t tell us much besides that he needed space.”

“He said you two were on a break?” Kam threw the duffle on the floor and crossed his arms. “Is that true?”

“Kam! Remember how I said we needed to approach this with more thought? Not like a bull charging down a china shop,” Caleb smacked his man’s shoulder.

“My god,” Levi chuckled into his hand. “Is that what he said? I told him that if he left to not come back and now he’s being all dramatic and taking it seriously? Doesn’t he know how heat makes us? Right Kam?”

“I don’t take those kinds of things lightly, my guy,” Kam put his hands up. “Even in heat I don’t say shit I don’t mean. If anything, I’m more open and honest in my heat.”

“What are you saying? That I bullied Roman out of the apartment?” Levi rolled his eyes. “You’re all too sensitive.”

“Levi, we ain’t saying that,” Caleb came forward and put a hand on Levi’s shoulder. “We’re saying that there ain’t much we know.”

“Roman’s throwing a little tizzy fit because I fucked someone other than him,” Levi huffed before sliding a hand up Caleb’s strong arm. “But if he’s got his nickers in a twist about me fucking around, why don’t we make him even madder and have some fun while he’s away.”

“Levi, I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Caleb shook his head. “Roman seems…well, he seems in a bad way.”

“Yeah,” Kam chimed in. “He seems really messed up. We hardly spoke during our workout tonight.”

“Oh come off it,” Levi dismissed. “He’s just blowing off some steam because he left without getting to fuck out the boner my bitch stink gave him. And since when do you pass up a heat fueled fuck session Kam? I expected the mushy sappy shit from lover boy over here,” Levi emphasized his point by brushing Caleb’s hand off his shoulder. “But I know you know what it’s like to be hot to trot. Can’t get enough dick and always down to get dirty with a stranger.”

“A stranger?” Kam cocked his brow. “Wait, did you fuck someone else?”

Levi paused before scoffing, “Of course I did. I’m in heat and no one wanted to get up to bat, so I found someone.”

There was a pause as the two stallions looked at one another, a pitiable look passing between them.

“What?” Levi urged them. “You got something to say?”

“Well, did you discuss with Roman about this guy beforehand—”

“Oh my GOD!” Levi threw his hands up as he spoke over Caleb. “You sound just like Roman right now! The little piss baby went to go blow off some steam, and I don’t care if he were to fuck every guy in that gym too! He can fuck whoever he wants and I can too! That’s what our agreement was, that we fuck who we want, when we want. Why all of a sudden does that make me the bad guy just because I fucked some black panther?”

“We’re not saying you did anything wrong,” Kam put his hands up. “We just want to understand what’s going on?”

“Why do we need to understand anything,” Levi slunk over to Kam, trying to wrap his arm around the zebra’s massive bicep. “I’m in heat, I need to fuck, that’s all we need to know. Now, why don’t we go do that roleplay you two like so much. I’ll be the stallion in the wild you two cowboys want to break in. I’ll even wear the saddle.”

“Levi, I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Kam pulled himself away before Levi could get a good grip on him. “I think you and Roman need to talk—”

“Fucking hell Kam, now you sound like the prudes across the hall! Terry was talking about that before too. Why does everyone suddenly feel like giving me advice when I’m telling you exactly what I need. I want to fuck! I NEED to fuck! My heat has me crazy! Do you think I can talk to anyone about anything when I’m all hot and bothered like this?!”

“You could at least try to—”

“Fuck you guys!” Levi huffed and turned back to his room. “I expected this bullshit from Caleb, but Kam? What the fuck! You know what it’s like to be in heat.”

“Yeah I do,” Kam snorted out his nostrils. “That means I know how hot headed and crazy I can get.”

“Oh? I’m crazy now?” Levi shouted form his bedroom as he yanked some sweatpants on and grabbed his wallet and keys. “‘Bitches be crazy,’ is that what we’re going with?”

“Of course not!” Kam shot out. “I’m saying you’re being crazy! I get needing to douse the heat, but you’re sounding like Roman just blew up in your face when he caught you cheating.”

“Cheating? Is that what he told you I was doing?” Levi gave a loud, mirthless laugh. “Cheating would imply that I went behind his back! He knew Longins, and that I have a needy heat. Do you think I’m just going to fuck anyone? You think I have no standards?”

“We aren’t saying that at all!” Kam snorted. “You’re putting words in our mouths Levi! You need to cool off and talk this out.”

“Not everyone can kiss and make up like you two,” Levi spat, stomping out and grabbing his coat. “You two don’t even get it. You’re not felines, you don’t understand shit! If you think I ain’t got standards, then I’ll show you I ain’t got none! How about that! I’ll go fucking crazy and fuck everyone I see! That crazy enough for you Caleb! That slutty enough for you Kam!”

“You’re not making any sense. Are you even hearing us right now?” Kam was about to put a hand on Levi to keep him from leaving, but Caleb stopped him.

“Just let him go,” Caleb warned, his brow tense. He could take a lot of Levi shouting at him, but when he started yelling at Kam, the Clydesdale was finding it hard to hold himself together.

“Yeah, fuck you too!” Levi slipped his boots on and stomped out, slamming the door behind him as he made his way out to the street. “They think I’m some crazy slut, I’ll show them a fucking crazy slut. The biggest, craziest, fucking slut.”

***

It had been a long time since Levi had gone to this part of the city. It was the next neighborhood over from where Roman worked, but there wasn’t any chance the jaguar would be caught in this place. Why did Levi even care if Roman saw him anyway. Apparently he was telling people they were on a break. Fuck that guy!

Levi clomped his boots down the sidewalk, his sweatpants fluttering wetly around them as he made his way forward. The cold never bothered Levi. His heat usually left him wanted to shed his coat if it reached above the twenties, so the fact he was contemplating it when it was nearly ten below showed how deep his heat had gotten.

Levi kicked a clump of snow off the sidewalk, snarling as he pulled his hood down over his face further. He gave a couple across the street the stank-eye before dipping down an alleyway. It was a shortcut to the other side of the block where he wanted to be anyway. The older brick of the buildings gave way to painted murals and some seriously sweet tagging, but Levi wasn’t there for the artwork. He passed a couple making out behind a dumpster and headed his way out to the main street. He turned and there it was. His old stomping grounds.

Levi came up to the building, the marquee and ticket booth built onto the outside advertising some shows going on inside. There wasn’t anyone waiting and the sheepdog at the counter was looking at a nudie mag as he approached.

“ID and entry fee,” the sheepdog huffed.

“Marv, it’s me,” Levi threw his hood back and crossed his arms. “You guys still got the same deal going on?”

“Huh?” The sheepdog raised a brow, the thick fluff covering his eyes rose and he pulled away from his magazine, his thumb half way thumbing a center fold. “Who’s ‘at?”

“It’s me, Levi,” the snow leopard tapped his boot against the ticket booth. “You still giving free admission to sluts who are hot to trot?”

“As I live and breathe,” Marv chuckled. “Snowball? ‘at you?”

“Yeah, it’s me,” Levi rolled his eyes.

“Thought you gave up the scene when you got dicked down by that big guy or whatever,” Marv smirked, slapping his magazine down and giving Levi his full attention. “What you doin’ round here?”

“I’m here on my own,” Levi rolled his eyes. “Do I get in for free with my heat or nah?”

“Well shit, you ain’t kiddin’ about wanting old deals,” Marv chuckled. “We stopped giving out free rides to sluts hot to trot a while ago.”

“Oh come on Marv,” Levi leaned forward, unzipping his jacket and showing his toned chest. “How about for old time’s sake?”

“We need proof of heat now buddy, not just cuz you say so,” Marv shrugged. “These is tough times. Can’t just be giving a free ride to whoever says they’re hot and bothered—”

SMACK!

Levi had reached into his sweats and slapped his sopping heat pad down on the ticket booth entrance.

“How’s that?” Levi cocked a brow.

“Well shit,” Marv eyed the pad with a healthy amount of scrutiny. “You know, I…um got to test the product before we let you through.”

Levi curled his toes in his boots. He knew in this situation his body was the product. Number one rule of places letting you in for free is that YOU are the product they are selling to everyone else. The thought made Levi’s pussy drool.

“I’d expect nothing less from you perv,” Levi said it almost like he was speaking sweet nothings to a lover. “Come on, give it a good whiff. I don’t even care if you lick it.”

“Someone’s playing the part of a heated whore,” Marv chuckled before gripping the pad between a thumb and forefinger and pulling it close. Levi didn’t even need to see him take his first hit before the throbbing boner in his jeans was apparent. He took a hit, the pad dripping and filling the little booth with the stink of bitch in heat. “Grrrruf! Oh fuck, that’s some sweet heat.”

“Am I allowed in then?” Levi swayed his hips.

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