He nodded and leaned forward again, kissing Jensen, who opened easily to his touch. So welcoming, so eager to give, and it was just what Brayden needed to ground him in that moment. It all felt too much, it was like he was staggering under the weight of his emotions and desires.
Their tongues touched, once more dancing together, Brayden learning how Jensen liked to kiss. He closed his eyes to savor the moment, the kiss, the touch of his mate.
“I want more, but only if you do,” he whispered between kisses.
Jensen leaned back, his eyes flickering between Brayden’s. “Promise me you won’t betray me. Promise me you’ll always be here with me.”
He held Jensen’s face in the palm of his hands and nodded. “I promise. You’re not what I expected, Jensen, but you’re who I want. I won’t ever leave you.”
He knew the second the words left his lips that they were true. He would never betray his mate. He would die to protect him and everyone he cared about. His mate was his world.
Jensen sighed in relief and Brayden felt the tension leave his body. He leaned forward again and kissed him, and Jensen pushed against him immediately, deepening it. “My bedroom’s close,” he murmured between kisses.
“Let’s go then.”
Brayden stood and held his hand out for Jensen and he let him lead him through the apartment into what was clearly a masculine room. A large bed dominated the room, along with the dark wood furniture. The curtains were closed, but some light still streamed through the gap in between them.
Jensen led him to the bed and released his hand before turning to face him. His hands slid down his chest until they reached his belt and he slowly unbuckled it. He pushed the button through, then pulled the zipper down. The sound echoed around the room and Brayden swallowed, suddenly nervous.
This was his mate and he was going to make love to him, bond with him. He couldn’t fuck this up.
In two steps, he was next to Jensen, and he pushed his hands into the sides of his open jeans, sliding them over his plump ass and gripping the firm globes. Jensen dropped his head onto his shoulder as Brayden pushed his jeans over his ass.
When he realized Jensen had gone commando, he groaned. “Jensen.”
“I don’t like to feel constrained.”
“I like it.”
Jensen smiled. “I’m glad. Let’s get undressed, Brayden. I want to see you naked.”
Brayden groaned again and quickly stripped, and a few seconds later, they both stood naked. Brayden’s eyes wandered over Jensen’s body. He was in great shape, with chiseled muscles gracing his body. He stroked his hands over Jensen’s abs, watching them twitch under his fingertips.
“Brayden,” Jensen whispered.
Brayden’s fingers moved further down until he let one trail over the precome dripping down Jensen’s dick. He caught some on his finger and lifted it to his mouth, and with his eyes locked on Jensen’s, he licked it clean.
Jensen gasped, his dick jerking, and more precome oozed from the slit. Brayden dropped to his knees and licked up his hard shaft, twirling his tongue around the crown and sucking it in, swallowing the precome and moaning as Jensen’s taste flooded his mouth.
His hands gripped Jensen’s hips, holding him still as his tongue tasted every tiny bit of his dick. He licked down his shaft then back up again, mouthing the head then sucking it in. His tongue dipped into Jensen’s slit, his mouth filling with the copious amount of precome streaming from it.
Jensen shivered under his touch and Brayden took as much as he could, swallowing around the head, bobbing up and down. He loved the taste of Jensen, the intense smell of his mate.
Jensen’s hands smoothed over his head, the fingers digging in and his moans filling the air. He tongued his slit and trailed it down his shaft, then nuzzled his face into Jensen’s low hanging balls.
“Bed, please.”
Brayden kissed each of his balls then stood and reached out, taking Jensen’s hand in his. He walked them over the bed and crawled over it. Jensen followed and lay on his back, as Brayden lay between his legs and stared down at his mate.
“Jensen,” he whispered, then kissed him.
Chapter Eleven
Seeing Brayden’s eyes glowing an intense red ratcheted up Jensen’s arousal. Brayden’s nostrils flared catching the scent, and Jensen gasped as Brayden kissed him deeply.
Their tongues tangled together, each learning the other. He could feel the sticky trail his dick was leaving and felt Brayden’s too.
He’d caught a glimpse of it when he’d stripped, and he was desperate to feel it sink deep inside him. He was bisexual, but when he was with a man, he had a natural inclination to bottom. It felt amazing when a man knew what he was doing as they fucked.
Brayden ground their groins together and Jensen whimpered at the pleasure it caused. He arched up into Brayden’s touch, needing to feel more of him. This need to touch and be touched was so intense and almost overwhelming.
He raised his legs and wrapped them around Brayden’s waist, moaning deeply when it brought them into closer contact. Brayden’s dick wasn’t as long as his, but it was wider, and Jensen knew it would feel so good when he finally sank down on it.
Jensen didn’t know how long they kissed for except it wasn’t long enough. He didn’t think he would ever get enough of Brayden. Everything about him sent his pulse soaring. The way he looked, moved, smelled. Jensen knew he would always want him this way; that was the way it was for mates.
Brayden moved down, kissing along his jaw and licking a path down his neck. He paused over Jensen’s throbbing artery, nuzzling him there, then moved further down, gently biting his collar bone.
Further down he went until he reached Jensen’s nipples and he licked across one before blowing on it. The contrast of hot and cold had Jensen jerking in surprise and he moaned as Brayden sucked it into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue.
“Brayden,” he moaned, his dick jerking with every swipe of Brayden’s tongue.
Brayden moved over to his other nipple, flicking it with his tongue until it was hard. He moved between the two, sucking them into his mouth or flicking them with his tongue. Jensen gripped the sheet in his hands and watched Brayden.
When Brayden looked up at him with exposed fangs, Jensen nodded. He wanted to feel them pierce his flesh. Brayden moved up to just above his left nipple and licked across the area before his fangs sank in. There was a brief flash of pain and then Jensen arched back as intense euphoria swept over him.
He came, come spurting from his dick to coat them both, and he shuddered through the most amazing orgasm he’d ever had. When he was able to speak again, he muttered, “Wow.”
“Yeah.” Brayden kissed his chest on the place he’d bitten. “Always like that with us.”
He continued to move down, and Jensen lay back enjoying his touch on his body. When he felt Brayden’s tongue wipe across his abs, he raised his head and watched him lick him clean. His dick jerked and hardened in response and Brayden chuckled.
“I’ve not recovered this quickly in years.”
“Mates do that to each other. Fast recovery, more sex.”
“I’m really not complaining about that.”
“Me either.” Brayden now lay between his legs and nuzzled his balls. “I love your smell. It’s so much stronger here.” He sucked one of his balls into his mouth then let it go. “You taste fantastic. Can’t wait to taste you all over.”
Jensen groaned. “Don’t say things like that.”
Brayden chuckled again then sucked Jensen’s other nut into his mouth, lavishing it with attention. At the same time, Brayden pushed Jensen’s legs up and then trailed his tongue down over his crack. Jensen cried out and grabbed the back of his thighs, spreading his legs wide.
Brayden didn’t go slow. He focused on Jensen’s hole, his tongue swirling around the wrinkled flesh, teasing and tormenting Jensen. Jensen’s grip tightened on his thighs and he knew he’d have bruises later, but he didn’t
care. Brayden’s tongue was doing wicked, wicked things to his ass, and he was loving every second of it.
Every flick, every swipe, every lick had Jensen drowning in ecstasy and he didn’t want it to stop. He threw his head back into the pillow when Brayden pushed the tip of his tongue in. He clenched automatically, not because he didn’t want it in, but because he didn’t want it to leave.
Brayden fucked him slowly using just the tip, leaving Jensen wanting more. He needed to feel it plunge in deep, get him all nice and wet, stretch him enough to take Brayden’s dick. He desperately wanted to feel his dick stretch him wide. It had been a while since he’d been with anyone, and now it was his mate, he was frantic to feel him slide in deep.
“Please,” he begged.
Brayden pulled back, muttering, “I will, but I want to taste you first.”
Jensen groaned and jerked when Brayden’s tongue swiped over his hole. The tip slid in again, but this time Brayden pushed more in and wiggled it. Jensen cried out, his hips punching up. Brayden pushed them back down onto the bed and held him there as he fucked him with his tongue. He did things with it that Jensen had never felt before and his body was on fire.
He could feel droplets of sweat running over his body, his heart was pounding in his chest, and when Brayden finally pushed a finger in, Jensen almost exploded. His body jerked, and he moaned loudly, the sound echoing around the room.
One finger quickly became two, and then Brayden twisted them, and Jensen cried out. “Just there!” he screamed.
Brayden rubbed over his hot spot and sucked his dick into his mouth. Jensen’s head thrashed from side to side at the dual sensations running rampant through him. He was so close, but he didn’t want to come until he felt Brayden’s dick stretching him.
“I’m close,” he gasped out. “Please...”
Brayden lifted his eyes and Jensen gasped again. His eyes glowed so brightly, he could barely make out their color.
Brayden pulled his fingers free and grabbed the lube that Jensen wasn’t even aware was on the bed. He coated his dick and Jensen’s ass, then rubbed the spongy head over his hole, teasing him.
“Brayden...” he whispered, words almost beyond him as need and want took over.
“Yes,” Brayden muttered, then pushed.
❊❊❊
The head of his dick pushed in and was immediately encased in wet heat. He threw his head back, growling deep in his throat, and held himself still waiting for Jensen. He wasn’t long, but he was thick and the last thing he wanted to do was cause his mate unnecessary pain. It was all about the pleasure.
Jensen was squeezing tight, clenching the head in a vise-like grip. When it eased, he opened his eyes and saw Jensen nod and pushed in more. He kept all his senses locked on his mate and when his balls touched Jensen’s ass, he let out a harsh breath, unaware he’d been holding it.
He lay on top of Jensen and stared into his hooded pale green eyes. The color was almost swallowed by his blown pupils. His cheeks flushed with heat and his hair was damp with sweat. Brayden had never seen anyone look so gorgeous before. It wasn’t a word he would normally use, but then, in that moment, Jensen held him captive.
“Jensen,” Brayden murmured as his lips slid across Jensen’s.
He felt Jensen’s gasp as their tongues touched, and Brayden sank into the kiss like no other. He moved his hips, pulling out slowly before sinking back in. The heat, the tightness caused him to shudder and Jensen’s arms wrapped around his shoulders and he sank into his embrace.
It was almost too much, the connection developing between them, but it was one Brayden would never walk away from. He had his mate in his arms and he was never letting him go.
He moved in Jensen’s body until Jensen arched. “There,” he shouted.
Brayden groaned into the kiss and fucked Jensen slowly, savoring every slide in and out of his body. Their tongues danced together until the need to take what was his became too much to ignore and Brayden moved faster.
“Yes,” Jensen muttered into their kiss.
Too soon, Brayden was pounding into him, hard and deep, and Jensen cried out with every thrust into his body. Brayden loved the fact that Jensen was so vocal, loved hearing his cries of pleasure, and he promised to himself that he would make Jensen feel this way for the rest of their lives together.
Jensen broke the kiss, tilted his head, and whimpered, “Bite me.”
Brayden growled and licked Jensen’s neck over his rapid pulse, fighting the desire to bite for just a few seconds more. He scraped his fangs up and down but didn’t bite. He was so close to coming and he could feel Jensen tightening around his dick, knew he was close too.
When Jensen shouted his name, he struck, sinking his fangs deep. Jensen’s taste exploded over his tongue and he felt Jensen jerk beneath him and cry out. His dick plunged into Jensen as the grip almost became too tight to move and he could feel a warm wetness between them. At that point, he let go and came too.
He slammed in once, grinding his hips against Jensen, then pulled out an inch before slamming back in again. His body shuddered with every pulse of come that left it and he closed his eyes as emotions that weren’t his flooded him.
His mate. He was finally bonded to his mate.
He pulled his fangs free and licked over the spot time and time again. He nuzzled Jensen’s neck, hearing the rapid beat of his heart and the harsh breaths he took. He was in no better shape. The orgasm had rocked him to his soul and the connection between them was indescribable.
He lifted his head and stared into Jensen’s flushed face, and when Jensen palmed his cheek, he turned his head and nuzzled his hand. He didn’t want to leave, didn’t want this moment to end.
Hey.
He smiled when he heard Jensen in his head. Hi.
Jensen frowned and muttered, “I heard it could be painful.”
“Practice and the pain will disappear.”
“I can feel you,” he whispered, awe clouding his words.
Brayden nodded and kissed him gently. “I know. It’s a little...” He furrowed his brow trying to find the words.
“Overwhelming, amazing.” Jensen’s eyes shone when he added, “We’ll never be truly alone now.”
Brayden’s breath caught, and he kissed Jensen again, putting as much emotion into it as he could. He didn’t love Jensen, not yet, it was too soon, but he would die to keep him safe.
“I feel the same.”
He nodded, knowing his mate would feel his emotions and would be able to pick up what Brayden couldn’t say. Sometimes it was easier that way. Emotions could explain so much quicker than talking and you couldn’t hide your emotions when the connection was as strong as theirs seemed to be.
He felt himself slide out and Jensen hissed. “Sorry,” he mumbled as he scooted off the bed.
He went into the bathroom and quickly found a wash cloth, wet it and walked back into the bedroom. Jensen hadn’t moved from where Brayden had left him, and he paused, staring at his mate.
Perfect. His mate was perfect.
Jensen rolled his head over the pillow and gave him a small smile. “Yes, I am.”
Brayden chuckled and shook his head, walking over to Jensen and cleaning him up. Once he finished cleaning his own body, he threw the wash cloth towards the bathroom and crawled back onto the pillow, pulling Jensen into his side.
Jensen rolled over and lay his head on Brayden’s chest, his arm resting on Brayden’s waist. Brayden felt calm, he felt at peace, and he knew it was because he’d found the one person meant for him.
Jensen was right. He would never be alone again.
Chapter Twelve
Jensen felt someone shake him gently and blinked his eyes a few times before finally being able to see. It felt like he’d been asleep seconds and his body dragged. He yawned and stretched, grumbling when his body protested.
“Come on, The shower’s on. We have a meeting in thirty.”
He focused on Brayden and furrowed his brow. “
Thirty?” He really didn’t understand what his mate was saying.
“Ale called. Everyone’s getting together to plan the rescue.”
“Shit.” Jensen threw the covers back and stood up, stretching again and wincing at the pain in his ass. “Shower?” Brayden had mentioned a shower, right?
“It’s on.” Brayden chuckled. “I have coffee brewing.”
“God, I love you.” He kissed Brayden hard on the lips and staggered towards the bathroom.
The shower was indeed on and he got in and moaned when the hot water sprayed down on him. He closed his eyes and lifted his face into the spray and sighed.
“Five minutes, Jen.”
“Yeah, yeah,” he muttered, but didn’t move. He wanted to stay there forever, it felt so good.
“I mean it, Jen.”
Grumbling, he quickly washed then turned off the shower, got out, and grabbed a towel Brayden had left. In his bedroom, he dressed and, yawning again, left the room and headed towards the kitchen. He could smell the coffee in the air and moaned when he saw Brayden holding a cup out for him.
“Sweet coffee,” he whispered after he had taken a mouthful. “How did you know?”
“The high-end coffee machine was my second clue.”
“What was the first?” Jensen furrowed his brow. Second clue?
“You talk about coffee in your sleep.” Brayden chuckled.
“What? No, I don’t.”
“Some Jamaican blend. That’s your favorite, and sure enough, when I opened the cupboard, there it was.”
Jensen felt heat flood his face. “Fucker,” he muttered with a grin. “So, I like coffee.”
“Like is an understatement. How much was this?” Brayden pointed at the coffee maker.
Shrugging, he continued to sip his coffee and leaned back on the counter smirking at Brayden. “I like to have a nice cup in the morning.”
“Maybe I should dress up and serve you.”
Jensen straightened and blinked. “Would you?”
Brayden shook his head. “Really? You want me to be a Barista boy for you?”
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