Falling for Tripp [Milson Valley 7] (Siren Publishing Classic ManLove)
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“Lube!” Eddie squeaked.
“Fuck.” Tripp grunted.
“Yeah, but not without lube.”
“Don’t move,” Tripp ordered, and when Eddie opened his mouth, scowling, Tripp growled a warning. He got the stink eye but knew he’d gotten his point across.
Tripp made quick work of collecting the lube in the drawer beside the bookshelf and returned to his mate. He chuffed in appreciation at the sight of Eddie’s naked torso, his jeans pushed half way down his thighs, and hands clutching the top of the sofa. Leaning over his mate, Tripp licked the spot he planned to sink his teeth into and mark as he flicked the cap open on the bottle of lube. He poured out a generous amount and urged Eddie to press his chest against the top of the sofa and push his ass out toward Tripp. It was a beautiful sight, even better when he spread Eddie’s ass cheeks and exposed the little star he planned to plunder very soon.
He got to work on loosening his mate’s hole, making sure to hit that bundle of nerves and keep rubbing it as he stretched Eddie quickly. Tripp couldn’t hold on much longer and knew he was rushing, not providing enough time, but he needed in his mate and to claim, the clawing need of his kind was in control now and he was growling, snarling as he removed four fingers and positioning himself behind his human, lined his cock up to Eddie’s stretched hole and pushed in, thrusting deep in one swift, hard move.
Eddie cried out breathlessly. Tripp wrapped a thick arm around Eddie’s chest and pulled the man up against him, holding Eddie there as Tripp slid in and out of that tight, hot silky channel that squeezed and sucked his cock to strangulation point. Tripp only just had the presence of mind to scent the air. Eddie was giving off waves of excitement and lust, no pain, possibly a little discomfort. He adjusted his next thrust and nailed the bundle of nerves, Eddie moaning loudly.
Leaning down he placed his mouth at the junction he’d licked and sunk his teeth in deep. He groaned as Eddie screamed and cum shot from his cock over the back of the sofa. Tripp didn’t let go of his mouthful of flesh. He licked and sucked down blood, binding them together, claiming, while his thrusts became harder, deeper, driving forcefully into Eddie, all control gone. He held his mate still and took his ass fast and hard, over and over, and when his cock swelled, pushed Eddie over the back of the sofa and picked up speed, pounding that perfect ass as he came, roaring to the skies.
Their bond sunk into them, loops of lights flickered momentarily, just visible to the human eye, and then were gone. Tripp felt their connection funnel deep inside him for always. His heart swelled, his head spun, and he collapsed against Eddie’s back breathing heavily, joy filling his every cell and deep into his soul.
He had his mate, forever joined, forever connected.
* * * *
Eddie, Tripp found, was an early riser. While he liked to sleep in when possible, and would have loved to snuggle with his mate, Eddie was up and in the kitchen making breakfast and gulping down coffee as though it would run out. Tredd ambled into the room scratching his naked hairy chest and glaring with bleary eyes.
“What the fuck? It’s only six o’clock.”
“Here. Take that up to Trekk.”
Tredd automatically took the tray Eddie thrust into his hands. “Huh? Trekk won’t wake up most of the day—”
“He needs to eat. The healer said she would be here at six thirty to check on him and that he’d need food and fluids.” Eddie waved at Tredd. “Go on, make sure he eats.”
Tripp winced when his brother frowned at the food on the tray. Yeah, none of them were porridge fans. Tredd shot a glare at Tripp then with hunched shoulders, stomped from the room. They both knew that Eddie had a shock last night and was probably trying to keep the thoughts at bay and regain a little control. If it helped to boss Tripp and Tredd around and fuss over Trekk, they’d happily comply. Tripp could understand, but Eddie looked tired and strained and was wound so tight Tripp was afraid if he touched his mate, Eddie would uncoil and snap. So he waited while Eddie drunk the coffee like a lifeline, made breakfast no one liked, then as soon as Eddie put the mug down, he scooped his mate up and carried the protesting human back upstairs to Tripp’s bedroom.
“Tripp! What are you doing? The healer will be here soon and you haven’t eaten—”
Tripp covered Eddie’s mouth with his own and laid them on the extra-large king size bed he’d crafted and made himself. His mate tasted of coffee, good coffee, and blueberries. He growled as need slammed into him. He couldn’t get enough of this man, his beautiful, slightly bad tempered, caring mate.
Jerking back, Tripp sucked in a shaky breath and pushed hair from his face. “Mate, sorry, I need you.”
“Yes.” Eddie stared up at Tripp with lust filled eyes.
“Cutie, I was too rough last night—”
“Hell no!” He snorted in disagreement. “You’re actually a gentleman, even when hot and edgy. Plus, I’m a big boy, I know what I want and like and that’s you.” He smiled. “I like intense at times, loving and passionate, and I trust you. Always.”
Tripp chuffed and nuzzled Eddie’s cheek. “You’re one of a kind, Eddie, special. I see nothing but light surrounding you. You take what’s broken and mend it. You give life to what was once discarded and dismissed. I know you feed the homeless in your area every night, which annoys me because there shouldn’t be any homeless in Milson City.”
“Well get your alpha onto it!” Eddie exclaimed. “And go back to telling me I’m special.”
Chuckling, Tripp dragged Eddie onto his lap. “Mine. All mine. I love you, cutie.”
Eddie’s beautiful mismatched eyes studied Tripp seriously a few moments before a crooked smile curved the man’s mouth.
“Right back at ya.”
Tripp began tickling. “Say it.”
“Uncle! Uncle!”
“Say it.” He growled, tearing off Eddie’s sleep pants.
“Hey! They were my good ones! You owe me five bucks.”
“Five bucks for good sleep pants?” Tripp held up the torn sleep pants.
“Yeah, they’re some designer label made from one hundred percent recycled cotton. The second hand clothing store got them and a few other pairs when the manufactured were throwing them out as seconds.”
Tripp tossed the sleep pants away, growling. “Why are we talking about sleep pants when I should be fucking you?” He spun Eddie over onto his stomach and jerked off his own sleep pants. Leaning over, he nipped Eddie’s shoulder.
Eddie chuckled. “I love a strong man.”
“You ready for me, mate?”
Eddie jerkily nodded. Tripp breathed in deeply, smelling lust, love, excitement and need. Good. Tripp took his time exploring Eddie from the top of his silky chestnut hair to the two little dimples above his rounded ass. He loved the moans and sighs he elicited, the smell of sex and lust that saturated them both, and the way Eddie responded and encouraged, showing Tripp what he liked with words and actions.
He wasn’t surprised when Eddie changed their positions. His mate would never be a quiet submissive person and Tripp was grateful for that. He liked being challenged, he liked fiery and loving, and he wanted an equal partner, and he loved what Eddie was doing with his tongue and Tripp’s hairy balls.
Moaning, Tripp held the base of his cock and applied pressure to stop from shooting off with the next suck on his balls, and the way Eddie rolled it around in his mouth and tongue lapped it up. He panted and thrust up when his cock was licked like a lollipop and begged his mate not to stop, then cried out when Eddie did just that.
Fortunately, he didn’t leave Tripp frustrated for long. Climbing onto Tripp’s lap, Eddie held Tripp’s cock up and sunk down smoothly. Tripp clutched his mate’s hips, careful to keep his claws in and away from that beautiful flesh. Eddie’s ass swallowed Tripp’s cock, his channel squeezing and sucking. Together they set a leisurely pace, enjoying the feel, the passion between them. They kissed and met each thrust and move, loving on one another. He gloried at the beauty of his m
ate, lost in the passion between them, the light sheen of sweat over satin skin and toned muscles rippling, and noticed a glow in his mate’s unusual, mismatched eyes.
Tripp wrapped his arms around Eddie and rolled so he was on top. They tangled together and when they came Tripp honestly felt he would burst apart into star dust with the love and passion he felt for his mate. He vowed to always, always, remember the gift he was given when Eddie gave Tripp his trust and love, and let Tripp into his heart. He would forever protect Eddie’s happiness from harm, not just the man’s body.
As they lay drifting off to sleep wrapped in each other’s arms, he felt Eddie smile.
“Love you, Tripp.”
Grinning, Tripp pressed a kiss to Eddie’s mouth. “Right back at ya, mate.”
THE END
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