Sowing The Seeds Of Love (Eternal Flames Maddox Book 5)

by Cree Storm

  As his lips moved over his sweet peas, tasting of sage and jasmine, Zen’s lust increased and his cock hardened. He needed to be inside his mate. Feeling his man take him fully and engulf him in his warmth. To bite and claim Pascal inside and out. To become one with his soul again.

  Zen broke the kiss, slowly moving his lips down Pascal’s chin and throat, causing a small breathless moan to escape his mate’s lips. The sound erotic to his ears, amplifying his need, but he wouldn’t rush. Even though his animal was pounding and trumpeting inside him with the need to claim what was theirs, Zen would not cause his sweet mate a moment of pain. He refused to be bullied by his animal’s needs. He would let the human side of him take the lead and push the pachyderm aside. Pascal’s comfort and pleasure would always come first.

  He pressed those thoughts to his animal spirit and was pleased when the beast agreed and stopped fighting him, trusting him to make sure their mate was cared for. His kissed his mate again, slipping his tongue inside Pascal’s warmth, loving the intimacy. He had kissed before but none filled his senses like his little mate. Sharing spit and breath with their lips meshed together was so much more than he had ever experienced before.

  Pascal submitted beneath him, his tight little body melding against his larger frame, and even with their difference in height and build, Pascal molded to him perfectly. Zen slowly drew back from the kiss, needing more, needing skin on skin. He ran his hands down Pascal’s slim back, loving the softness of his flesh and the way his mate’s muscles quivered and rippled under his attention.

  Zen kissed and nibbled his way down Pascal’s jaw and throat, across his collarbone, then he dropped to his knees before his love. Pulling Pascal closer, Zen rubbed his cheek against Pascal’s hard stomach as Pascal’s animal had done to him earlier.

  Small hands rested on his shoulders and a low moan sang out from above him. Zen turned his face into his mate, licking, kissing, and sucking his way across every ridge of Pascal’s small six pack, then running his tongue along every dip.

  Sliding his tongue up his sweet pea’s right side from hip to armpit, Zen breathed in Pascal’s delicious scent, letting it fill him and calm his beast. He licked a path across Pascal’s chest, loving the feral moan that came from his little man’s lips as he drew in one of Pascal’s hard nipples and lightly sucked on it.

  As Zen drove Pascal mad with lust using his mouth and teeth, he slid his hands onto slim hips and lowered Pascal’s pants. Once they hit the ground, small hands gripped his shoulders tighter as Pascal shifted his weight, stepping out of the garment, and pushed them away.

  Pascal’s hard cock slapped against his chest, leaving a bead of moisture behind. He had gotten a few quick glimpses of his mate’s delectable body earlier when Pascal shifted, but it wasn’t enough, Zen needed to see more. He needed to taste his mate.

  He pulled back and looked up at his mate’s face, finding it all flushed. Pascal’s skin was glowing under the sun’s rays, but the light pinkish hue came from within. Their gazes met and Zen was filled again with wonder from his mate’s glazed eyes and the look of primal heat in those dark pools. The knowledge that his little mate was just as affected by him as he was by Pascal thrilled him and filled him with pride.

  Hesitantly, Zen broke their connection and looked down, seeing Pascal’s manhood so close, red, leaking, and needing attention, brought out the predator in him. Zen placed his hands on Pascal’s hips and gently pushed him away a few feet so that he could let his gaze roam over his mate’s body from head to toe, appreciating every delectable inch. Pascal stood there silently, allowing him to look his fill.

  Zen’s need grew. He needed to be inside his mate, the man he loved, and who loved him in return. Zen suddenly stood and picked Pascal up around the waist and brought him to the luxurious bed his mate provided for them. Pulling the sheets back, he carefully placed Pascal in the center, then stepped back, quickly pulling his own clothes off.

  A gasp drew his attention back to his mate and he saw that Pascal’s gaze was fixed on his groin. Pascal licked his lips, then whispered, “So big, so…wow.”

  Zen didn’t hear or feel any fear coming from his mate, which helped to ease some of his nerves. Pascal was so much smaller than him and he knew he was larger than most, all over, and that had worried him when thinking about Pascal seeing him for the first time. But the fact that his mate showed no fear or distress, only need and love, calmed his nerves. Then his sweet Pascal’s next words, always thinking and caring about others, shattered any fear he still had.

  “You’re so beautiful, mate. And don’t worry, you’ll fit. We were made for each other, remember?”

  Zen bent down and retrieved the lube he had dropped earlier and straightened, but as his gaze landed on his mate again, he froze. His breath caught in his throat from the vision before him. A sense of déjà vu gripping him. There before him was the dream he had all his life whenever he thought about claiming his mate. He didn’t know who that mate would be, of course, but this was what he envisioned.

  The large white bed with sheer curtains gently billowing in the warm breeze, surrounded by a million colors of different wildflowers. Their many different scents mingling together harmoniously. The smell of jasmine and sage the strongest. The sound of a nearby stream and the bristling of leaves in the distance, the feel of the warm sun on his back, all giving him a sense of peace and tranquility. And in the center of it all…his Pascal.

  Lying on the bed in all his naked glory, surrounded by it all, looking like a banquet laid out for him alone to feast on. His two-toned hair laying on the pillows around his head, shining in the sunlight along with his flawless, golden skin, eyes bright and full of love, lips plump from their kiss, and his pretty, hard cock, surprisingly big for his size, dripping and begging for his attention.

  Zen’s body moved on its own, going to the bed, needing to be a part of the vision. He climbed on the soft mattress and didn’t stop until he lay between his mate’s spread thighs, hovering above him, looking down on his mate’s beautiful face, feeling Pascal’s panted breath on his face like a caress.

  He kissed his little mate, holding his weight off the smaller man, afraid he would squish Pas. He let his lips travel back down Pascal’s body, exploring every inch, worshiping his mate like he deserved to be worshiped.

  When he felt a drop of Pascal’s honey touch his chin, Zen growled with his need. His beast was overtaken by all their senses being drowned by Pascal, that he voiced his own need with the growl that escaped. Zen pushed his animal back, refusing to go quick and possibly harming his mate. He needed to appease them all in some way, so Zen slid down Pascal’s body further and engulfed the tip of Pascal’s leaking cock, sucking and laving his tongue over the head.

  His eyes closed from the explosion of sage and jasmine, mixed with a little saltiness, that flowed over his tongue. Damn, his mate tasted better than ambrosia. Pascal was truly the fruit of the gods.

  “You taste so good, mate. I need more of you,” Zen rasped, pulling off momentarily, then taking Pascal in his mouth again, engulfing him fully until the tip pressed against the back of his throat, then he swallowed around the head and small fingers gripped his head, pulling on his hair. Pascal’s hips thrust up and he cried out his pleasure.

  Zen loved everything about the moment and wanted to make it last forever, but his need to be inside his mate was growing deeper. He opened the top of the lube and poured some on his fingers, then placed the tube beside him. He continued to lick, suck, and swallow his mate, enjoying his taste and scent, as well as Pascal’s touch.

  Zen placed one slick finger against Pascal’s small hole and pressed gently into his mate. Pascal thrust up again and cried out. Loud moans and gasps filled his ears, and Zen loved that his man was losing control.

  He gently cupped Pascal’s balls with the other hand as he continued to slick and stretch his mate’s silken cavern. The smooth, hairless sac in his hand felt hot and pulled up tight against Pascal’s body. He knew his ma
te was close and he wanted Pascal to come while he was inside him, but he needed to feel his mate come down his throat and taste him fully.

  Zen slid a second finger in beside the first and twisted his wrist. Pascal screamed out again, but it was a pleasure filled sound. Then his mate began to writhe and wiggle against the bed, twisting his body and thrusting his hips as he screamed out Zen’s name and arched off the bed.

  His chest expanded with pride as his mouth filled with his mate’s yummy cream. He took advantage of Pascal’s distraction from his orgasm, and slid a third finger inside his mate as he swallowed again and again, drawing out every drop he could get. Pascal’s body dropped down against the sheets again and Zen licked Pascal’s softening cock, cleaning it as he slid a forth finger inside his mate.

  Pascal hissed and Zen froze his fingers as he pulled off his mate and looked up at his face. The image before him had his own cock throbbing painfully and leaking copious amounts of pre-cum. Pascal looked like a debauched angel. He hair was now mussed and damp, sticking to his face, a fine sheen of sweat covering his body, he was breathing heavy, gaze unfocused and glazed, and he was completely relaxed.

  Zen moved up onto his knees and grabbed the lube again, squirting more onto his hand then tossing the tube aside as he wrapped his hand around his large shaft. He had never been this hard or in need of relief in his life, and now understood the phrase, ‘Hard enough to pound nails’. He was so engorged it was to the point of pain.

  Pascal gripped the backs of his knees and pulled his legs back to his chest, opening himself without hesitation for Zen to join them and make them one. He tore his gaze from Pascal’s face and looked down. A deep groan rumbling through his chest from the sight of his mates tiny, glistening hole, fluttering as if calling to him.

  Zen gripped the base of his now slick shaft and moved forward, lining himself up with Pascal’s pretty star.

  “Please, mate. I can’t wait anymore,” Pascal begged breathlessly.

  His sweet pea would never have to beg for anything. He would freely give his mate everything in his power. Even though he was still a little nervous that his size would hurt his mate, Zen pressed forward, amazed as he watched Pascal’s outer ring of muscle stretch around him, gripping him as if pulling him inside.

  Pas let out a small hiss and Zen froze again. Shaking with his control to hold still and not cause his mate any pain. When he went to move out, Pascal grabbed his hand that lay on Pascal’s hip and pleaded, “No, don’t leave me. I’m okay. You’re so big and I’m so full. Never had anything this big before, but I’m okay. Please, don’t stop.”

  “I won’t hurt you, my love. Push out as I push in,” Zen said through clenched teeth.

  CHAPTER 12

  Pascal could see the stress and worry in Zen’s eyes. He knew his man was fighting with his own need to thrust, but also to pull away from fear of harming him, and the thought filled Pas with a new rush of love for this man. Zen knelt between his legs, the tip of his cock inside him, but strained not to make even the tiniest of movements. Zen’s jaw was clenched, neck muscles bulging and straining, back stiff, as he shook and sweat rolled down his golden skin.

  Pascal was not afraid of their joining. Even though Zen was so much bigger than him he knew, without a doubt, that this big, sweet, beautiful man was made just for him by the gods, and they would fit perfectly. It was Zen’s own fears of hurting him that made him tense, Gods bless his big heart, but Pascal would not have his mate afraid of their claiming. He would not allow his man to lose his confidence.

  Pascal gripped the sheet below him tight, held Zen’s gaze, his own full of all the love he had for the big man. He relaxed his inner muscles and pushed out as Zen had said, then pressed himself down, taking Zen completely into his body. He saw the glint of realization of what he was about to do enter Zen’s eye, the second before he did it, and saw that Zen was about to pull away, but if his big mate thought he was going to allow him to do that, he had another thing coming.

  Pascal arched up off the bed, pressing his head into the pillows as his one neck muscles bulged, and he cried out from the sheer pleasure that racked through his body. Zen was filling him, and as much as there was some pain and burn, he loved it. “Move, Zen. Please, mate,” Pascal panted.

  “I don’t want to hurt you,” Zen said through clenched teeth.

  “Not hurting me. So damn good, mate. So full, so delicious.”

  And it was. Even with the slight burn, Pascal was in heaven. He had never felt such pleasure before and now he understood why all the other mates had a hard time keeping their hands off each other. He had walked in on more than a few of the couples as they joined their bodies in some of the most creative places around both Crystal and Maddox. Now he knew why. As Zen began to move, Pas was overtaken by his lust and cried out his pleasure. He knew what his new favorite thing was. He and Zen would be doing this again, and as often as possible.

  Zen pulled all the way back, just leaving the large head of his cock inside him, then slowly slid back in. He kept a steady pace, in and out, slowly dragging that long, thick, heavy cock, against his insides, causing his body to shiver and tremble.

  Pas reached up and gripped Zen’s forearms that held his hips as Zen continued his slow, methodical onslaught. As much as he loved it, Pas needed more. He wanted…he wanted…Shit, he had no idea what he wanted. He loved this, but it wasn’t…it was, but it wasn’t. Shit, his mind was all screwed up, but in a good way. If this is what sex did to your brain, then he was all for being a bumbling idiot from now on. No wonder Jett was so crazy. If Zev fucked anything like Zen it explained so much. He was out of his mind with need and didn’t know for what.

  “Please, mate, please, I…shit, Zen,” Pascal begged as he thrust down, meeting Zen, and writhed against the bed. He tried to pull Zen down over him, wanting a kiss, but the big lug wouldn’t come to him.

  “I don’t want to squish you, sweet pea,” Zen said as if hearing his thoughts.

  “More, Zen. I need…I…please.”

  Zen slid his hands under his back and lifted as he sat back on his heels, pulling Pascal up off the mattress and settling him on Zen’s thighs. In this new position, Zen slid in further and hit a spot inside Pascal that had him throwing his head back and yelling to the heaven’s. The pleasure just too much.

  He grabbed Zen’s shoulders and pulled himself closer as Zen wrapped his arms around him, holding him tight. Their sweaty bodies pressed together. Zen’s chest was so big, hard, and warm, and Pascal just wanted to stay right here forever. Strong lips covered his and Pascal opened to his mate. As Zen’s tongue thrust inside, Pascal felt whole. Complete. This is what he wanted, what he needed. Zen was filling him, his thrusts coming faster, as he held Pascal against him and plundered his mouth with his tongue, until Pascal felt like they were one.

  He held onto Zen’s shoulders tighter, as he kissed Zen back with the same intense need and passion as Zen was kissing him. A fire burned in his belly and he felt his balls pull up tight like they did when Zen had sucked him. He knew what was coming, but he didn’t want it to be over yet.

  Zen thrust up into him harder and Pascal bounced, coming back down hard and that spot filled him with unimaginable pleasure again. He wrenched his lips from the kiss as he threw his head back and screamed Zen’s name. Lightning shot through him, exploding through every vein and nerve, and Pascal saw stars. His sharp teeth ripped through his gums and Pascal finally knew exactly what he needed. He needed to reclaim what was his.

  He kissed the sensitive spot on Zen’s shoulder and bit, drawing in Zen’s blood and filling his mouth with his mate’s essence. At the same time, his claws extended and he scratched Zen’s side. He didn’t need to take much from his mate because he had already claimed him, but he needed to strengthen the bond. He pulled back and licked the two tiny holes clean, sealing them.

  A sharp bite of pain gripped his shoulder where it met his neck, but was soon replaced by the most euphoric feeling. His cock pulsed betwe
en them. The friction of Zen’s abs against the underside of his sensitive cock felt almost as good as the bite in his shoulder, then his whole being exploded.

  He felt like his body and mind shattered, but was filled with peace and love. Suddenly, he felt another presence inside him. Something big and strong, yet soft and gentle, and knew it was Zen. His mate had claimed him, and now they belonged to one another. No one could ever tear them apart. He could feel his mate’s thoughts and emotions and Pascal was overwhelmed with the depth of the love he felt coming from his mate through their bond. He knew his love for Zen ran this deep, this strong, but to now know that Zen felt the same for him was life altering. He would love this man for all eternity, not just until death, but forever after.

  Zen released his flesh and licked across his shoulder, causing a fresh wave of tremors to race through him. Zen’s hold on him tightened and Pascal was suddenly filled with a hot wetness, and knew his man had come, filling him with his seed and claiming him on the inside. Pascal moved his hands lower, holding onto Zen and loving on him as Zen finished his orgasm. Pascal kissed and nibbled Zen’s neck and cheek, as he softly caressed his back.

  They remained like that, both panting heavily, holding onto one another like a lifeline, that if they released would float away.

  As they both got their breathing under control and their hearts calmed, they both remained, just holding one another. After a few moments, Zen moved Pascal back and gently laid him on the bed as he slowly pulled from his body. Pascal felt a slight pull of pain, but kept it to himself. He didn’t want his mate to think he had hurt him because he hadn’t. The pain was from Zen leaving his body. He wanted his mate there always, and now felt the loss and a bit empty.

  Zen dropped down on his stomach beside him and Pascal didn’t like it. He wanted to cuddle up in his mate’s arms. He was feeling so vulnerable suddenly and didn’t know why. Was this because they had finally had sex and he felt shy about it? But he didn’t feel shy at all. Was this the after regret he had heard of some people saying? But he felt no regret.