Faolan met Shayonn’s mouth and the slick tip of his tongue darted out, slipped between Shayonn’s lips and parted them. Shayonn moaned as their tongues collided, touched and caressed, tentative at first then in an increasingly passionate dance of lust. Pleasure sparked in his loins and he moaned helplessly.
Faolan’s hands were on his hips now, holding Shayonn in place as he pressed their groins together. They were both hard and their cocks rubbed against one another, grinding and stroking. Faolan felt so good against him. His strong, solid-muscled body was different to any partner Shayonn had ever been with and the way he took control and showed Shayonn exactly how he wanted him made Shayonn’s head spin with desire. He thrust against Faolan’s compact strength, suckled and licked his tongue as they kissed until he thought he could come from nothing more than this but Faolan surprised him by slowing down and leaning back. He undid Shayonn’s fly, pushed down his trousers and slapped his thigh to make him step out of them, then quickly took off his own clothes.
Faolan’s cock was magnificent. More than average in length and width, it stood straight and proud. Shayonn licked his lips. He longed to taste Faolan, to lap up the small bead of clear liquid that glistened on the head of this handsome erection and it seemed Faolan could read his thoughts. He chuckled.
“Wanna suck my dick?”
“Yes.” Shayonn’s answer was a mix of a purr and a growl. He was so horny for this man, so full of need. Faolan placed a big hand on Shayonn’s head and pushed him down, right onto his huge erection. Shayonn opened his mouth willingly. The fat head slid over his lips and tongue, pushed against the roof of his mouth and hit the back of his throat. Shayonn nearly choked but Faolan’s hand remained locked around his head, holding him in place as Faolan began to thrust into his mouth.
Shayonn fought his gag reflex. Fuck, he’d given head before and some of the guys had been big, but Faolan beat them all. He struggled to adapt to the intrusion and match the rhythm of Faolan’s in and out strokes. The man moved slowly, long, deep thrusts that had Shayonn alternately whimper for more or hum in alert when the massive cock blocked his airway.
Faolan didn’t give him space to move. Fingers twisted in Shayonn’s hair, he held his head in place and did as he pleased. Shayonn loved every bit of it. He’d given over power and it was exciting. Far better than what he’d done with the boys his age. They had never been this dominant with him. Quite the opposite, most of them had known who he was and been so eager to please they’d ended up motionless lumps instead of curious explorers. Not Faolan. He fucked Shayonn’s mouth for several long minutes, then pulled back, still holding Shayonn by his hair.
“That was nice. Now be a good puppy. Turn over and show me your arse. You’ll get your treat when I’m done with you.”
Despite a sense of impropriety, Shayonn did as he was told. He pushed to his feet and turned his back to Faolan. The fierce tiger in him shouted his protest at this surrender without a struggle, but Shayonn was intrigued. This wasn’t the kind of behaviour he was used to from his servants, but Faolan’s dominance made it so easy to hand over control. Shayonn jumped when Faolan’s hand landed on his back, following the curves of his shoulders and then down his spine to his waist. “Go to that tree over there,” Faolan ordered in a tight voice and Shayonn hurried to obey. Faolan was right behind him. He’d picked up his shirt and wrapped it around the trunk, then used the sleeves to tie Shayonn to the massive tree.
“What—Ouch!” A firm smack to his left arse cheek had startled Shayonn. He’d yelled more in surprise than in pain, although the slap had been hard enough to leave his skin tingling.
“Shut up or I’ll gag you,” Faolan snapped. “And I mean it. Keep your eyes ahead.”
Shayonn was light-headed with lust. He never would have expected it, but he loved the way Faolan ordered him around. Faolan’s strong fingers were on his hips now, following the lines of his bones to the front. Shayonn shivered. It wasn’t exactly cold, but the light breeze from the sea that caressed his bare arse made him aware of just how exposed he was. He must have been insane to let himself be tied to a tree, about to be spanked and fucked. And yet, the notion was so very alluring. He spread his legs a little, part invitation, part anticipation. It had been a while since anyone had had him that way and he was more than just a little nervous.
Faolan’s breath caressed his neck and he froze. “Begging for it, are you?” Faolan growled next to Shayonn’s ear. “Can’t wait for me to claim you now, can you, little slut?”
Pleasure zinged through Shayonn’s groin. He let his head sink forward and rested it on the tree trunk in front of him, grateful for the support.
The first blow connected and Shayonn yelped. “Fuck, that hurt!” he protested and tried to look around, but Faolan was faster. “Eyes ahead!” he reminded sternly and supported his words with another slap to Shayonn’s bare buttock.
Shayonn stared at the tree. The next hit was another hard one, but on the other cheek and Faolan followed it up with several lighter strokes. They didn’t hurt like the first ones had, but Shayonn could feel his skin heat up until his arse seemed to be on fire. It was a strange pleasure-pain and he bit his lip, determined to remain silent.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Faolan enquired in a soft tone. “Imagine what it will feel like when I fuck you. Just a little longer now. I want to make sure you’re right where I want you and for that, I’ll have to increase the stimulation a bit.”
Shayonn heard the metallic sound of his belt buckle a fraction of a second before the leather bit into his skin in a long lick across both buttocks. He screamed.
“Mmm, nice,” Faolan purred and ran his hand over the stinging stripe he’d just created. “Think I can make another just like it?” The belt came down a second time and Shayonn pulled at his restraints. This hurt a lot more than he’d expected and it was about all he was willing to take. Just as he debated whether or not to tell Faolan to stop, Faolan surprised him by hugging him from behind. The unexpected gentleness of the motion confused Shayonn.
“Shh, we’re almost there,” Faolan whispered. “Trust me, Shayonn. One, or maybe two more. It will hurt so good.”
Shayonn was undecided. The spanking had felt good in a peculiar way, as did the intense burn on his arse, but he wasn’t sure if he could take more of the sharp pain that came with the belt.
“Trust me,” Faolan repeated and Shayonn gave a nod. He was a little worried now. His skin was over-sensitised already and he knew the next blow would hurt, but Faolan didn’t hit him again. Instead, he ran his hands over Shayonn’s buttocks again and again, resting his palms on the warmed flesh until Shayonn thought he’d combust from the heat.
Faolan didn’t warn him. He moved so fast, Shayonn didn’t realise he’d picked up the belt again until the by now familiar sharp pain licked over him again. He yelled and bucked but couldn’t escape the next lash. It broke something inside him, a barrier he hadn’t even realised had been there, and heat seeped through every fibre of his being. Faolan was behind him again, pressing his big, strong hands to Shayonn’s stinging arse. He hadn’t promised too much. It did hurt, but it felt good and Shayonn pushed back, welcoming the warmth of the touch that increased the burn.
“Want me to fuck you now?” Faolan asked.
“Yes, oh fuck, yes please,” Shayonn stammered and spread his legs as far as the pair of jeans around his ankles would let him.
“Okay. You’ll only get spit, so better relax those muscles,” Faolan warned then his fingers were between Shayonn’s abused arse cheeks, seeking out that little spot. Shayonn groaned as Faolan brushed a fingertip across his hole. It had been so long, and was bound to be uncomfortable, but all those sensations overwhelmed him. Amidst all this fire there was something different, a blunt pressure that grew sharper, then eased off. Faolan was inside him, moving his finger and exploring the first few inches of the narrow channel. Shayonn grunted as much too soon, a second finger was shoved into him and Faolan began to open him up. The i
ntrusion stung and all the time, Faolan kept stroking and kneading Shayonn’s buttocks with his free hand.
Faolan removed his fingers. “Now don’t clench up,” he warned. Shayonn heard him spit into his palm, then already the head of Faolan’s dick was pushing at his hole. He tried not to think about the impressive size of Faolan’s cock but he was close to howling when it breached him and sank into his body. His nerve endings seemed to explode one by one, reporting impossible sensations form the inside and the outside of Shayonn’s arse. His skin was on fire where Faolan’s groin touched him on the outside while inside, the burn was brighter, sharper where he was stretched and filled so completely. He yelled when Faolan went for the first long, deep stroke.
“Like it?” Faolan murmured.
“Fuck, yes,” Shayonn groaned and widened his stance. He felt about to just combust with need and emotional overload but Faolan didn’t give him time to think. He set a fast-paced rhythm, seemingly intend on fucking Shayonn’s reluctant muscles into submission.
Once again Shayonn was grateful for the tree in front of him. He clung on to it, trying to steady himself against the storm Faolan created in and around him. Shayonn groaned, his own voice nearly drowned out by Faolan’s harsh, ragged breaths.
“Good boy,” Faolan panted in between thrusts. “Come for me.”
Shayonn squirmed. “Like this?”
“Yes. Just like this,” Faolan confirmed. “Can you?”
“Not sure I—oh!”
Strong fingers twisted in Shayonn’s hair and his head was yanked back. “Maybe you should try a bit harder,” Faolan growled and bit the side of Shayonn’s neck. He had lost his rhythm and was slamming in with a rapid fire of uncontrolled, almost brutal thrusts. In his entire life, Shayonn had never felt as out of control and yet as safe as he did then and when Faolan went still behind him in that unique way, he was ready. They came nearly simultaneously. Faolan’s cock pulsed inside him and blocked the contractions of Shayonn’s inner muscles, giving Shayonn a few more moments of pleasurable fullness.
“Well, I’d say that was a nice ride, huh?” Faolan chuckled behind him as he pulled out. Shayonn winced. Now that the fire of passion was gone, he realised how sore he was. Sore and very, very tired. His arse stung from the spanking, his hole burned from the rough fuck and his shoulders and arms throbbed from being tied, and yet he felt better than he had in months.
“Next time I’m going to fuck you when you’re in tiger shape,” Faolan said and undid the knots in their shirts.
“Next time?” Shayonn asked feebly.
“Yes. Or don’t you want me to fuck you again?”
Freed from his ties at last, Shayonn straightened up and rubbed his aching wrists. Warm liquid dribbled down his thigh.
“I… Yes. Yes, I do,” Shayonn replied. Faolan’s spunk seeping out of him was like a mark. It made him feel strange, claimed somehow. “Faolan?”
“Yes?”
“Can I ask you something?”
“Sure.”
“You’re a wolf shifter and… Well, I’m aware that different species have slightly different mating rituals and… Uh…” He broke off and raked back his hair in embarrassment.
Faolan stared back at him calmly. “Are you asking if I’ve claimed you as my mate?”
A nervous chuckle escaped Shayonn’s throat. “I guess I am.” He couldn’t look into those unsettling eyes any longer and dropped his gaze. Just why couldn’t he fight Faolan? He was the one supposed to lead, in every way. He was much stronger physically in his animal form, and in human shape, his social rank put him way above Faolan.
Faolan sighed. Shifted his weight, then sighed again. “Shayonn, look… I couldn’t help it. I hadn’t realised it worked this way. I wasn’t aware that… You’re a different species, and you’re a guy, there’s no biological reason why you should be my mate, but…” He swallowed and bit his lip. “You’re right. You are my mate and I just claimed you. You’re mine now, for as long as we both live.”
Once again Shayonn was grateful for the tree when his knees went weak and he had to clasp at the rough trunk for support. “But… How could you? You know I have to… Fuck!” Shayonn groaned. “My mother is going to kill me.”
Faolan smirked. “No she’s not. She’ll be shocked, yes, and then she will understand that it’s the best that could’ve happened to you. She wanted me as your guard, to protect you, and as my mate, it’s my top priority to keep you happy and safe from harm.”
“I know, but… Sod it, you’re a wolf! And a guy! And…and I just told you I’m not ready for anything stable yet.” Shayonn let out a heartfelt groan. “So now I not only have to find the mother of my babies and rule a fucking kingdom, I also have a wolf at my hands. Great. So not.”
“Oi, stop it!” Faolan snapped. “I’m hardly a burden for you, little prince! I’m well capable of taking care of myself and probably better at looking after you, too. Being my mate doesn’t change what you have to do, but it has its advantages if you want them.”
“Like what?”
Faolan lowered his head and took a step closer. A soft smile played on his lips. “I just told you—my priorities are to keep you safe and…happy.”
His intonation on the last word made Shayonn’s groin tingle. “You mean…?”
Faolan put his hands on Shayonn’s hips, stroked up his sides and then pulled him close for a kiss. “This,” he jerked his head at the tree, “was hot but it was just the beginning. I can fuck you in ways that will blow your mind. You might be a spoilt brat who’s destined to be king and doesn’t want to be tied down, but when I do the tying and spank your arse the way you deserve it, it rocks your boat like nothing else—and don’t tell me that’s not true!”
Shayonn moaned. He couldn’t help it. He was turned on again and yes, Faolan was right. He nodded and lowered his head. “Take me back inside,” he whispered.
Faolan smiled. “I will. In a bit. And only in your real shape.” He shifted, transitioning smoothly from man to wolf and Shayonn was stunned by the feral beauty in front of him, but only for a moment, then he, too, embraced his animal self and became the tiger he was inside.
Chapter 7
Another month later, Shayonn felt good in his tiger skin. He had spent some time with Faolan in shifted form, running around and exploring the area along with reacquainting himself with his own body. It didn’t feel weird anymore. He’d begun to appreciate the sheer power of his enormous muscles. They no longer felt like unnecessary bulk but had become thick steel ropes that were his to control. And his reactions had improved.
Together, he and Faolan had taken long strolls in the vast palace gardens, indulging their animal selves and running side by side. Shayonn wasn’t much of a runner. His body was built to wait and pounce, but he’d be damned if he admitted to that. Faolan on the other hand seemed to have no problem at all to run for hours, other perhaps than to allow Shayonn to keep up with him. They had also been hunting, chasing after rabbits and small deer. Shayonn couldn’t remember ever having been so excited about something but what he was facing now made his heart pound so hard he thought it might just explode.
He entered the room. His paws made no sound but a faint shuffle on the ground, barely audible even to his own ears, but the females instantly knew he was there. They turned and stared at him. He took his time.
There were at least ten of them. Ten pairs of golden eyes that watched his every move. He could tell they were excited about his presence. Their smell wafted to him, making him dizzy with its heady flavours of arousal. And it turned him on in a strange yet fascinating way. This was new for him, something he had yet to learn how to do with this amazing strange body of his.
He approached them slowly. His movement sent a ripple through the small group.
They wanted him. Every single one of them but there would be only one who would have him. If his mate was even among them. But what were the chances for that, really? There was just one female in the world who shared the gene t
hat made him special and he was the only one who could single her out. And if whatever strange quirk of nature caused the match-ups had made a mistake, his mate might not have been born yet. Or she could be eighty years old and senile. Wherever his mate was, she hadn’t been in any of the groups of females he had met so far. And from the looks of the ten women in the room, today would be no different.
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Tarina shivered in anticipation as she watched the huge white male approach her. He was glorious with his snow white, glossy fur and the sheer size of him intimidated and aroused her at the same time. She’d never been one to duck, and she’d had her share of experience with men in human shape, but this was different. She didn’t know what it was like to be with a male in shifted form and had often wondered if she’d ever make the experience. Was the big white male her mate? It was unlikely, and yet she wondered what it would be like to be taken by him. Would he take her in this form or prefer their human shapes? Was he a gentle lover or would he just jump her and bite her neck for something to hold on to as he thrust into her? The thought made her legs weak. He was so big, at least half a foot taller than any of the brown males she’d seen in the colony and she couldn’t help but wonder if every part of him was so generously sized.
She might not have known what it was like to be with a man in shifted form, but her body seemed to know exactly what to do. Her inner muscles twitched in anticipation and warmth spread between her hind legs. The gorgeous white came closer on his way along the line of females. Her chances to be chosen by him were poor. Like the females, the white males were capable of detecting the ideal mate for themselves, the one among hundreds of others that allowed them to produce the much-needed offspring to save their rare breed from extinction.
He passed the first two of the golden tigresses, then stopped in front of the third. He sniffed the air around her, distrustful at first, then with obvious interest. A low rumble started in his chest as he walked a slow circle around her. She barely turned her head but watched him from the corners of her eyes. When he had completed the circle, he stopped in front of her. He sat on his haunches and still the gaze of his striking green eyes rested on her. The tigress held her breath. She lowered her head, offering him her submission but instead of accepting and resting his chin on her the way everyone in the room must have been expecting him to do, he stood and walked away. The tigress watched him go with narrowed eyes and a curled lip.
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