by Aja Foxx
Fagan winced. "Oh."
The muscles beneath Fagan's face tensed. "Do you not like motorcycles, little one?"
"No, it's not that. I just...it was cold and then I burned my leg on the muffler and we crashed and—"
Beck shifted from one second to the next then wrapped Fagan up in his arms. "I could have lost you before I even had you."
Fagan grew confused when he felt Beck shaking with fear. He didn't understand this attachment the man seemed to have for him. They might have met when he was an infant, but Fagan certainly didn't remember it.
That didn't mean he didn't like being held pressed against Beck's naked body, because he did. Maybe a little too much. He tried to squirm away when his cock hardened in his pants. They were made a of a thin white cotton. There was no way for him to hide how Beck was making him feel.
He knew his face was heating up when Beck grabbed his chin and lifted his face. He could feel the warmth blooming across his cheeks. He gasped when Beck reached down and pressed a hand against his aching cock.
"This is a good thing, little one."
How could it be? He was embarrassing himself, putting his needs before his master's. It was strictly forbidden. That had been drummed into Fagan's head. His body belonged to his master. It was up to his master to decide what was done with it.
Fagan pulled away. He was surprised that Beck easily let him go. He scooted back until he felt the wall at his back. "You have my deepest apologies."
"Apologies?" Beck echoed.
Fagan pressed his hands flat against his thighs and stared straight ahead. "I'm afraid my training is failing me. I am unable to quiet my body's response to your presence. I will endeavor to behave with more decorum in the future."
"Didn't you hear me, Fagan? This is a good thing. Mates are supposed to be attracted to each other." Beck inhaled so deeply, Fagan could hear it. "I can smell your arousal."
Oh god.
Chapter Five
Fagan's arousal was thick and hot and it made Beck's entire body ache. He grabbed Fagan's hand and drew the man back into his arms. He tucked Fagan's head under his chin then started rubbing his hands up and down the man's luscious body.
"Mate means partner, Fagan," he whispered into the hair on the top of Fagan's head. "It means partner and mate and spouse and lover and—"
"Lover?"
Beck grinned at the interest in Fagan's voice. "Oh yes, lover."
Definitely lover.
He reached down and grabbed Fagan's cock through his pants again. "I said this was a good thing, and it is. It means you find your mate attractive, and since I think you're the sexiest thing I've ever seen in my life, that bodes well for both of us."
Fagan's long lashes fluttered for a moment. "You think I'm sexy?"
"I know you're sexy." Anyone looking at Fagan could tell he was sexy. It seeped out of the man's pores. Beck drew in a deep breath and tried to stop the shaking in his hand as he brought it up to Fagan's face. "I want to claim you, Fagan."
Fagan's eyebrows flickered. "I thought you already had."
Beck almost groaned. "I want to claim you physically. I want to make love to you."
"Oh." The flush that filled Fagan's cheeks gave them a rosy hue. "I was taught about sex, but I have no practical experience. I don't know what you like, so..."
Beck clenched his jaw. He was overjoyed that Fagan was untouched, but angered that someone else had made him treat sex between mates so clinically. Sex between mates was passionate, messy. There were no rules, just the pleasure they could bring each other.
"Let's get you out of these clothes," Beck said. "That would be a good place to start."
Helping Fagan out of his clothes was like unwrapping every Christmas present he'd ever received. Each patch of silky skin revealed to his hungry gaze made him want more. He wasn't happy about some of the scrapes and scratches marring Fagan's skin, but they seemed to be fading so he let it go.
Beck tossed aside Fagan's jacket, shirt, and pants then leaned up on his arm to stare down at the beautiful man. He exhaled a shaky breath as he drew his hand down Fagan's svelte chest. There was no hair on it, but the man had some nice muscle definition.
He leaned down and licked his way across Fagan's chest from one nipple to the other, over and over again. He couldn't seem to get enough. He was in heaven and he never wanted to leave, except he wanted to explore more.
Beck moved farther down Fagan's chest, licking every dip, every curve, every inch of soft skin he could find. Beck groaned as he swiped his tongue across the top of Fagan's cock. The small droplets of cum that had gathered there exploded on his tongue in a sensation of flavor that was all Fagan.
"Fuck, Fagan," Beck whispered hoarsely. He'd given blow jobs before, but this was something on a whole other level.
He stretched out his tongue again, positive that it had been a fluke. No one could taste that damn good. Beck groaned when the same sweet, tangy taste exploded in his mouth. He wanted more. He leaned up on his elbows and swallowed Fagan's cock until his nose hit curls. Fagan screamed and bucked up into the air.
"Please," Fagan cried out. "Don't stop."
Beck couldn't help grinning around the cock in his mouth, well, as much as he could considering that Fagan was wide enough to make his lips stretch. Beck started moving his head, sucking him with his cheeks when he pulled back then using his tongue to pave the way when he moved back onto Fagan's cock.
At the same time, he grabbed the lube from under his pillow, popped the top, and squirted a liberal amount out onto his fingers. Not wanting Fagan to be distracted from what he was doing, Beck rubbed the lube between his fingers until it warmed then stroked his fingers between Fagan's butt cheeks. Beck pushed one slicked up finger into Fagan's tight hole.
"Beck!"
That was the sound he wanted, the breathless sound of need and want. Beck moved his finger around, and in and out, loosening Fagan until he could slide in another finger. He knew Fagan was enjoying what he was doing when the man's body opened up to him, Fagan's legs falling wide open.
Beck just about jumped out of his skin when Fagan's hand dug into his hair and the man shouted, arching up into the air. When Fagan's cock emptied into his mouth, Beck quickly slid a third finger into Fagan's ass.
Lifting his head, Beck watched Fagan slowly come down from his orgasm. When the beautiful man's eyes started to open, Beck knew reason was starting to return to Fagan.
He didn't want that.
Beck continued to thrust his fingers deep into Fagan's ass, but at the last second, he curled them inward, searching for Fagan's sweet spot. When his fingers grazed the walnut sized gland, Fagan's eyes widened so much that they dominated his face.
"Oh my go—" Fagan's teeth slammed together and his head arched back. "Beck!"
Beck continued what he was doing with his fingers making sure he caressed Fagan's prostate with every thrust of his fingers. He slowly climbed to his knees between Fagan's legs as much as he could without withdrawing his fingers.
Beck withdrew his fingers from Fagan's ass and grabbed him by his legs once he was in place. Before Fagan could protest or realize what he was doing, Beck lined up his cock with Fagan's little puckered hole then pushed into his tight ass.
Fagan cried out, his head falling back as he pushed his ass up against Beck. A deep growl started to burn in Beck's throat as he started moving. Fagan was glorious in his passion, totally uninhibited. And he wasn't quiet about what he liked.
Beck knew everything Fagan wanted by the cries falling from his lips—and so did everyone else. That’s what made Beck growl. He didn't want anyone hearing Fagan in the throews of passion except him.
Beck leaned down and whispered into Fagan's ear. "Do you want to be my mate, Fagan?"
He had to ask even though they were already bonded. He had to give Fagan the choice. He was starting to think that Fagan hadn't had a lot of choices in his life and he didn't want this to be one of the things forced on him. He wanted Fagan to choose him.
Beck wrapped his arms around Fagan and pulled him up until they were pressed chest to chest. He flicked out a claw and drew a line across his throat, then pressed Fagan's face against his neck. "Drink, little one."
When Beck felt Fagan's tongue swipe across the cut over his chest, Beck sank his fangs into Fagan's neck, right over the spot where he'd bitten him before. The sweet taste of Fagan's blood hit him like a freight train. Beck expected that. He didn't expect to suddenly feel like he was on fire as Fagan's blood infused his system.
Something moved inside of Beck, blinding him to anything but the feel of Fagan in his arms and the blood flowing into his mouth. Beck groaned when his cock erupted inside of Fagan. He hadn't even moved. He had just been pulled over into ecstasy. He heard Fagan cry out at the same time and felt the man's release fill the space between them.
Something deep inside of Beck shattered then fitted back together with Fagan in the center. No longer would he be alone. No longer would he wonder what love felt like. No longer would he have no one to call his own. All he had to do was look at Fagan or feel him and he would know exactly why he was created.
"My mate," he whispered, both awed and surprised. Even though he'd known Fagan was his for years, it felt as if this moment would never come. "Thank you, Fagan."
His mate had given him the world.
Beck smiled as he brushed the hair back from Fagan's sweaty face. "Are you okay, little one?"
Fagan smiled then opened his eyes. Milky white orbs stared up at Beck. "They never told us that it could be like that."
Beck chuckled. "While sex can be pretty intense at times, I don't think it's that good unless you're with your mate."
Fagan's eyes narrowed. "I'd appreciate it if you didn't discuss your conquests while your dick is still in my ass."
Beck almost laughed, but he could see the tinge of hurt on Fagan's face. "No matter who I might have been with in the past, they are just that. The past. I will never have sex with anyone except you for as long as I live. That's part of the bond between us."
"They really screwed up on my education, didn't they? I mean, I can speak seven languages, but I know nothing about mates. If I was supposed to be mated to you, why didn't they teach me about being a mate?"
"I don't have an answer for that, little one, but I'll get one." He didn't care who he had to kill to get it Either. "I'll start making some phone calls first thing in the morning."
Not only did he want to find out what was going on for Fagan's peace of mind, but this was threatening to damage the harmony the shifters, humans, and Sidhe had established a thousand years ago with their peace treaty.
"How about a shower and then we can go figure out what happened to our food?"
"Yeah." Fagan grimaced. "I have stuff leaking out of my ass."
Beck chuckled as he pulled free from Fagan's body then rolled to the side of the bed. He reached back and grabbed Fagan's hand. "I was unaware the omegas are born blind. What do I need to know to make life easier for you?"
"Don't treat me like an invalid. That's the most important part."
"I can understand that, but you need to understand that it's a shifter's nature to care for their mate. It wouldn't matter if you were blind or not, so don't get upset with me if I try to make life easier for you. It has nothing to do with you being blind."
Fagan sat up. "Just your shifter nature?"
"Yes."
Fagan sighed as he rolled his head. "Okay, I guess I can understand that."
"Do you need to know the layout of the room or something?" He'd seen that in a movie once.
"The elders taught us to be self sufficient. It's actually easier if I feel my way around and figure out where everything is, although it would be helpful if you didn't rearrange the furniture without telling me first. I hate tripping over stuff."
"I guess I just got a lot more organized." He was kind of a slob. He didn't exactly leave his dishes lying around everywhere, but he had a tendency to drop his clothes on the floor. He could just imagine Fagan climbing out of bed, stepping on his discarded shirt, and slipping, falling to the floor.
Yeah, that couldn't be allowed to happen.
Fagan winced. "Sorry."
"Don't be." Beck stood then pulled Fagan to his feet. "I...we...have our own private bathroom. It has a soaking tub and a large two person glassed in shower with a rainfall showerhead."
"Oh, sounds nice."
Beck drew Fagan into the bathroom. "There aren't a lot of luxuries here, but this was one I insisted on. I put in a lot of long hours. I get dirty and sweaty and like nothing more than to come back to my room after a long day and soak in the tub."
Fagan smiled. "We were required to shower every day, but it was a communal shower. I've never soaked in a tub. I've never even been in a tub."
"It's your bathroom now, too, Fagan. You can shower or soak in the tub whenever you want." Beck wouldn't mind soaking in the tub with Fagan. In fact, he could think of very few things he'd like more, but that would have to wait for another day. They had other things they needed to take care of today.
Beck reached in and turned on the shower. Once the water was hot enough, he guided Fagan in then stepped in behind him. He smiled as he watched Fagan tilt his head back and turn his face up into the water falling from the rain forest shower head.
"Nice, isn't it?"
Fagan groaned. "This is heaven."
Yeah, it pretty much was.
Beck grabbed the shampoo, poured some out in his hand, then began washing Fagan's long white hair. "I don't know if I told you how much I like your hair. I'd like to brush it out if you allow me."
"I belong to you," Fagan said. "You can do whatever you want with me."
Beck pressed his lips together to keep from snapping as rage funneled through every inch of his body. This was just one more thing he needed to talk to the council about. This whole subservient thing was wrong on so many levels.
Fagan might be an omega, but he was not a slave. He didn't belong to anyone except himself. When Beck figured out who was teaching the omegas this stuff, he was going to rip their heads off.
"We're mates, Fagan," he said when he could finally control himself. "That means we belong to each other. It also means that we are equal in all things. You are not my servant. You are my mate. As much as I would like to brush out your hair, I won't do it without your permission."
"I want to touch your face."
Beck lowered his face. "Go ahead."
He stared down into Fagan's face as the man pressed his hands against Beck's cheeks. He knew Fagan had some way of telling if he was lying or not. He didn't understand it, and he didn't think it was a blind thing. It was all Fagan.
"I am your mate," Beck said carefully. "I am not your master. I do not own you. You own you. No one has the right to tell you what to do except you."
Fagan drew in a stuttering breathe. "You really mean that."
"I do, little one."
Chapter Six
Fagan felt a bit shaky. The whole foundation of his world had changed in a matter of hours and he wasn't quite sure how to cope with it. The only thing that seemed solid in the whole damn thing was his golden warrior.
His mate.
Wow.
He had a mate.
Fagan was still reeling from that discoverying and all that it meant. Life hadn't been hard at the monastery, but it hadn't been fabulous either. Until now, he hadn't realized he could live another path, a path with Beck.
There was a part of him that was confused by all that had happened. He didn't understand why the elders hadn't taught him about mates if he was meant for Beck. He hadn't even been taught about shifters.
That seemed so wrong.
There was another part of him that seethed with anger. He wanted to go before the headmaster and demand to know why he'd never been taught about mates or shifters or even the peace treaty between shifters, humans, and the Sidhe.
> He hadn't even known he was Sidhe.
That was more than wrong. It bordered on betrayal. It made Fagan wonder about the other omegas who had gone before him. Had they ended up confused and angered when presented to their mates? Had they even been presented to their mates?
Fagan knew from things he'd overheard when the guards were talking that a few of the omegas had died, never going wherever it was they were meant to go. He just had no idea how they had died. He was beginning to suspect they had resisted whatever plans the headmaster had for them and they paid for that resistance with their lives.
"Beck, when you talk to the high council, is there a way to find out what happened to the other omegas? If I haven't been taught about mates and shifters, I suspect they haven't been taught anything either. I worry about what might have happened to them."
"I can ask, Fagan, but I can't promise the high council will answer. They tend to only let out the information they want to let out. They are a very secretive bunch."
"Don't they work for the people?" Fagan was pretty sure that was how things were supposed to work.
Beck snorted. "You'd think that, wouldn't you?"
"I'm assuming from your tone that they don't."
It had been kind of sarcastic sounding.
"The high council might have started out as a council for the people, but there are a lot of people who believe they started working for their own purposes a long time ago."
Fagan cocked his head, turning it toward Beck. "And what do you believe?"
"Have you ever heard the phrase 'absolute power corrupts absolutely'?"
"Yes, but the full phrase is 'Power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely'. It was first written by John Emerich Edward Dalberg-Acton in 1887."
"Well, it's true. I think that when someone has the power of life or death over others, it creates too much temptation. The power goes to their heads and they start making decisions based on what they want versus what is best for others."
"You're a shifter king. You're in charge of the lives of others. Does that mean the power has gone to your head?" Fagan kind of wanted to know what he had gotten into here. Had he tied himself to a crazy man hungry for power?
