by Olivia Black
He was relieved that Grant and the baby were safe, but the fear of losing his friend still lingered in the back of his mind. And he couldn’t get the picture of Grant covered in blood out of his head. But more than that, Bryson couldn’t stop thinking about Ael. It was obvious that the male really loved Grant.
Bryson lifted his head as Talr strolled into his room. The male sat on the edge of the bed. Talr reached out and placed his hand on Bryson’s knee. “Are you okay?”
Bryson nodded.
“What’s on your mind?”
“Do you think that I’ll find a mate?”
Bryson wanted someone to love him as much as Ael loved Grant and Takar loved Brian. It was obvious the men were meant to be together. Bryson was envious of their relationships. He was floating around Sweshan, unable to set down roots. He wanted a home.
“Yes.”
“How can you be so sure?” he questioned.
“Because you’re my mate,” Talr said, surprising Bryson. The male reached out and cradled Bryson’s face in his hands. “I don’t know how it’s possible. I don’t know how I know, but I do. We belong together. I love you, Bryson.”
Talr’s tone was so confident that Bryson was tempted to believe him. It would be so easy to just accept that Talr was his mate, but at the end of the week, it didn’t matter if they were in love. Bryson would have to be pregnant in order to be Talr’s true mate. Before Bryson could respond, Talr leaned forward and claimed his mouth in a searing kiss.
Chapter Eleven
When the male pulled back, he left Bryson panting. It took a moment for Bryson to remember his question. When he did, Bryson asked, “Do you really think we’re mates?”
“Let me prove it to you.”
Bryson wanted to believe Talr. He trusted the male, but he still wasn’t sure. “What if you’re wrong?”
“I’m not wrong,” Talr said, his voice dripping with confidence. “Let me make love to you.”
Bryson’s heart pounded rapidly as he stared into Talr’s brilliant yellow eyes. He wanted the male’s words to be true. He hated the doubt that he felt. But it was hard to blindly trust that they were meant to be together. Bryson took a deep breath, slowly inhaling and then exhaling. Talr didn’t budge. The male stared intently at Bryson, waiting for him to say something.
He searched his heart for his true feelings. He’d been attracted to Talr since the first moment they’d met. And at the end of each week, Bryson looked forward to seeing the male. Talr was always there, waiting at the medical building for Bryson’s arrival. There was a real connection between them.
“I love you.” Those three little words slipped out. Saying it out loud felt right.
Talr brought their mouths together once again, placing a series of soft kisses on Bryson’s lips. Talr’s lips were cool and moist against his own. Bryson moaned. One touch, one kiss, and he melted. Bryson reached out and touched Talr’s chest, caressing the male.
Talr licked the seam of Bryson’s lips, and he opened his mouth. Their tongues rolled together in a sensual rhythm.
“I need to be inside you,” Talr murmured.
“Yes,” Bryson hissed.
Talr wrapped his arms around Bryson and picked him up, lifting him off the bed. Talr carried Bryson out of the guest room. He strode across the hallway and placed Bryson on his bed. The male lay down on top of him. Talr’s weight made Bryson groan. He pushed his fingers through the male’s hair, holding the strands in a tight grip. Bryson moved his body, rubbing his erection against Talr.
Talr leaned back just enough to plant a trail of kisses along Bryson’s throat. He nibbled Bryson’s neck and shoulder, gently biting down but not breaking the skin with his fangs. Talr continued to move down Bryson’s body. His mouth attached to one of Bryson’s nipples. He licked and gnawed on the flesh until Bryson was writhing in need, and then he moved to the other nipple and gave it the same treatment.
“Talr,” he moaned.
Bryson wasn’t sure how much more he could take. He groaned when Talr moved lower. The male kissed his chest and abdomen, gently nibbling the skin.
“I need you,” Bryson said as he arched his back.
Talr glanced up at him, and their eyes met. The male stared at Bryson with such intensity that he could barely breathe, let alone think clearly. Talr moved back onto his knees. He grabbed the waistband of Bryson’s pants and pulled the soft material from his body. Naked and exposed, Bryson spread his legs.
Talr grinned. The male flipped him over onto his hands and knees, easily manipulating Bryson’s body. Bryson laid his head down on the pillow and pushed his ass up in the air. Talr moved in behind him, his cool scales rubbing against Bryson’s overly heated skin.
Talr grabbed Bryson’s ass with his hands, massaging the meaty flesh. Talr spread the cheeks of Bryson’s ass and leaned down, pressing his face into the crease. He licked Bryson’s hole, lashing it his tongue. Bryson’s muscles flexed, and his asshole fluttered.
Bryson swiveled his hips, desperate for more. He wanted Talr’s cock. Talr tightened his grip, holding Bryson in place. The male refused to allow Bryson to move.
With his tongue, Talr circled Bryson’s asshole, drawing shapes. He alternated speeds, adding more stimulation to drive Bryson wild. Bryson felt a splash of warm oil coat his hole, and he sucked in a sharp breath. Using two fingers, Talr circled Bryson’s hole, massaging the tight, puckered skin. He added some pressure, slowly sinking his digits into Bryson’s ass.
Bryson groaned. “Fuck me.”
“You need to be stretched first. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Bryson whined in disappointment. He didn’t want to wait, but it seemed that Talr was intent on torturing him. Talr worked his fingers into Bryson’s ass. He pushed in, deeper and deeper, and then pulled out. The male drizzled more oil down his crease. Talr moved his fingers, preparing Bryson for his cock. Bryson’s shaft jerked, pre-cum oozing from the tip.
“I need you,” Bryson told him.
Those seemed to be the three words Talr needed to hear. The male removed his fingers and flipped Bryson over so that he was on his back once more. Placing a hand on each side of Bryson’s head, Talr leaned down and kissed him. Bryson parted his lips, eagerly welcoming Talr’s tongue.
Talr hooked his right arm beneath Bryson’s left knee. He pushed Bryson’s leg up, spreading him open. With his left hand, Talr wrapped his palm around the base of his shaft and lined up the wide head with Bryson’s hole. Talr slowly eased his way past the tight ring of muscle. He took his time, thrusting forward until he was buried deep within Bryson’s body. When Bryson gasped, they both froze, their bodies locked together.
Talr kissed the curve of Bryson’s neck, running his lips across Bryson’s shoulder. The sharp points of Talr’s teeth grazed Bryson’s flesh, and he shivered in anticipation. Talr slowly sank his fangs into Bryson’s flesh. Pain quickly morphed into overwhelming pleasure as Talr’s venom rushed through him. Warmth spread from the bite, flooding his system.
Talr rotated his hips. The male pulled back and then thrust forward, burying his length inside of Bryson once more. Bryson’s breath came out in short gasps as Talr fucked him.
“Bryson,” he groaned.
Talr dropped Bryson’s legs. He leaned forward and pressed his chest against Bryson’s. The male held him close while he slowly rotated his hips.
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“You’re mine,” he growled.
Bryson moaned, but he didn’t respond. That wasn’t going to work for Talr. He needed Bryson to believe that they were mates. Talr leaned back. He stopped moving and stared down at Bryson until the human opened his eyes and looked up at him.
“Don’t stop,” he whined.
“You’re my mate. Tell me that you believe it.”
Bryson pressed his lips together, but he did nod. It wasn’t exactly what Talr wanted, but it was good enough for now.
Talr looked down at where their bodies were connected. He pulled his hips backward, watching h
is cock pull free before slowly pushing forward, burying his length inside of Bryson once more. Talr started a slow rhythm, building up speed. Each thrust was deeper, harder. He moved faster, fucking Bryson with long, deep strokes.
Bryson cried out, “Talr!”
He ran his hands up Bryson’s chest and tweaked his nipples. Talr continued to thrust, deeper and deeper, driving his shaft in and out of Bryson’s ass. Swiveling his hips, Talr drove Bryson toward orgasm.
“I’m gonna…” Bryson panted.
“Come for me, mate.”
Bryson shouted, crying out Talr’s name. His muscles spasmed and his cock jerked as he came, shooting ribbons of spunk across his chest and belly. Bryson’s release triggered his own. Talr buried his length as deep as he could before filling Bryson with his seed.
Talr’s head fell forward. He pressed his chin against his chest, trying to catch his breath. After a few moments, Talr pulled his hips back, removing his shaft from Bryson’s ass. He dropped down beside Bryson and wrapped his arms around the human’s waist, holding him close. His heart was full, and the connection he felt toward the human was more intense than ever.
When Bryson’s breathing changed, Talr laughed silently. He couldn’t help it. Orgasms seemed to put the human to sleep.
“I really do love you,” he whispered.
Talr held Bryson in his arms, listening to each breath. After a few minutes, Talr carefully eased out of bed, trying not to wake Bryson. Talr walked to the bathroom and grabbed a soft cloth. Strolling back into the room, Talr removed the lubricating oil and spunk from Bryson’s crease, chest, and abdomen. When he was finished, Talr went back into the bathroom.
He dumped the cloth into the soiled clothing basket. Talr turned the shower on, adjusting the controls. As soon as the water was set to his ideal temperature, Talr stepped under the spray. He went through the motions, taking a shower. When a cool breeze touched Talr’s backside, he glanced over his shoulder and watched as Bryson stepped into the stall.
“I thought you were asleep.”
Talr couldn’t take his eyes off Bryson. The human was beautiful. He wanted the week to end so that he could prove to Bryson that they really were mates.
Bryson yawned. “I was, but I woke up, and you were gone.”
“I was just taking a quick shower,” Talr told him. “But I’m glad you decided to join me.”
Talr picked up the glass bottle of soap. He filled his palm with liquid before he placed the bottle back on the shelf.
Talr tilted his head. “Come here.”
Bryson took a couple of steps, coming to a stop in front of Talr, and he grinned. Talr rubbed his hands together, lathering up the soap. He reached out and ran his hands over Bryson’s body. The human closed his eyes, tilted his head back, and moaned.
He sighed. “That feels so good.”
Talr smiled. He really enjoyed taking care of Bryson. He took his time, sliding his hands over every square inch of skin. When he was finished, Talr pulled Bryson beneath the water, and the soapsuds swirled down the drain.
“Is it my turn now?”
Talr loved having Bryson’s hands on him. “Absolutely.”
He grabbed the glass bottle, uncorked it, and poured a generous amount into Bryson’s hand. The first touch of Bryson’s hands on his body sent a tingle of awareness through Talr’s system, and his cock stiffened. Bryson slid his hand down Talr’s abdomen and wrapped his palm around Talr’s dick, pumping his hand up and down. Talr stood frozen, waiting to see what Bryson would do.
The human surprised Talr by lowering himself to the ground in front of Talr. Bryson placed his hands on Talr’s thighs and leaned forward. When his hot breath whispered across Talr’s cock, he moaned in anticipation. Bryson wrapped his lips around the head of Talr’s shaft. The moist heat from Bryson’s mouth instantly surrounded Talr’s dick, and his eyes rolled back in his head.
Bryson’s talented tongue stroked Talr’s cock, twisting around the crown of his shaft. Bryson removed his right hand from Talr’s thigh and wrapped it around the base of Talr’s shaft. Bryson bobbed his head up and down, sucking Talr’s length, while he jacked Talr’s shaft.
He took Talr’s cock down his throat, pulled back, licked at the head, and then swallowed him again. The human repeated the motion, over and over again.
“Gods above,” Talr groaned. He combed his fingers through Bryson’s hair, removing the strands from his forehead so that he could see Bryson’s mouth suck his dick. “Mmm…” he moaned.
Bryson formed a tight seal around the head of Talr’s cock. His movements were quick and enthusiastic, driving Talr toward his release. Talr’s muscles flexed, and his back arched.
“Bryson!” Talr threw back his head as he shouted the human’s name. The sound bounced off the stone walls, echoing through the room. Talr came, shooting spunk down Bryson’s throat.
Bryson swallowed, not missing a single drop. He pulled his mouth off Talr’s dick. Bryson kissed the head of his shaft. The human stared up at Talr, his eyes shining bright, and he winked.
Talr held out his hand in offering, and Bryson took it. He pulled the human up to his feet. Talr wrapped his arms around Bryson’s waist, pulling him in for a hug. They stood there, holding each other beneath the heavy spray of water. After several minutes, Talr reluctantly dropped his arms. He kissed Bryson’s swollen lips before shutting the water off.
“Are you ready for bed?”
At the mention of sleep, Bryson yawned.
Talr leaned out of the shower stall and grabbed two towels from a nearby shelf. He handed one to Bryson, and the human took it, drying off. Talr moved the soft material over his scales and removed the excess moisture from his hair. When Bryson was done, he handed his damp towel to Talr and strolled out of the bathroom. Talr watched him go, staring at the human’s perfectly formed, meaty ass.
Talr dropped both of the towels into the soiled clothing basket before following after Bryson. He climbed into bed, lying down beside Bryson. Talr pulled the blankets up, covering them both. He inched his way close to Bryson, pressing his chest against the human’s back. Bryson’s heated skin sank into Talr, giving him warmth. He wrapped his arms around the human and held him close. Talr couldn’t believe that Bryson was finally in his arms.
Closing his eyes, Talr breathed Bryson in as he fell asleep.
Chapter Twelve
Bryson woke up with Talr’s body wrapped around him. He smiled as he glanced down at the Talr’s arms. The male held Bryson in a tight embrace. Bryson reached down. Using his fingertips, he ran his hand up and down the male’s arm. The texture of Talr’s scales felt so different than his own skin. Rough when he ran his hand up Talr’s arm but turned slick when he ran his hand back down.
“Good morning,” Talr said.
He pressed his lips against Bryson’s shoulder. Bryson turned his head to the side, and Talr kissed his cheek.
“How are you feeling?”
“I’m fine,” Bryson told him. He rolled over and added, “Better than fine, actually.”
“Did you sleep well?”
He nodded. Bryson hadn’t slept well since arriving on Sweshan. Last night, he’d slept soundly, wrapped in Talr’s arms, because Bryson knew he was safe with the male. It was something he’d never felt with anyone else. Bryson had been adrift, but now, Talr was his anchor. Looking into the male’s eyes, Bryson let himself believe.
He trusted Talr, and if the male said they were mates, then it must be true. There was no reason for Talr to lie to him. Truth be told, Bryson wanted to belong to Talr. He wanted the male to be his mate.
Bryson reached out and cupped Talr’s face. He ran his thumb up and down Talr’s cheek before leaning forward. Talr met him in the middle, and their lips connected in a slow, sensual kiss. Bryson flicked out his tongue, and Talr opened his mouth. Their tongues met, swirling together.
Bryson heard a series of annoying beeps. His brows furrowed, and he pulled back, gasping. Bryson glanced around in confusion, tr
ying to find the source of the noise. Talr groaned, clearly disappointed. He tossed back the blanket and climbed out of bed.
“Sorry,” he said. “It’s my handheld device.”
Talr marched to his wall unit. He grabbed the device off the shelf and put it to his ear.
“Doctor Talr.” There was a brief pause before he said, “I’ll be there as soon as I can.” He put the device down and turned to look at Bryson. “I wish we could stay in bed all day, but there’s an emergency. I’m needed at the medical building.”
Bryson’s heart fluttered. “Is it Grant?”
Talr shook his head. “No, it’s not Grant.”
Bryson exhaled, relief washing through him so fast that he felt lightheaded. He had to admit that he was disappointed. If it was possible to stay in bed all day with Talr, he would. Bryson sat up. He climbed out of bed and lifted his arms over his head, stretching out his back.
“I’ll be ready to go in a couple minutes.”
Bryson strode to the guest room. He went straight to the bathroom and started getting ready, going through his morning routine before getting dressed. As soon as he was finished, Bryson walked out of the room. He met Talr in the main living area, and together, they went to the medical building. Talr grabbed him for a quick kiss before rushing off. Bryson lifted his hand and touched his mouth. He smiled.
Shaking his head, Bryson dropped his hand. He went to Grant’s room. Bryson wanted to check on his friend before starting his shift with Rune. Bryson stepped over the threshold of Grant’s private suite. He paused when he spotted his friend. Grant was awake, sitting up in bed, and Ael was by his side. The two were holding hands and talking.
“Good morning,” Bryson said, announcing his presence.
Grant glanced up at him, a smile curving his lips upward. “Bryson, how are you doing?”
“I was going to ask the same question.” Bryson walked closer.
