by Maggie Walsh
“Now that’s what I call one hell of a blow job.” Lucifer snickered, and Taylor laughed.
“Yeah, but I don’t know if I would want my man to blow me so hard my cock went inside out, and then poked out my own asshole.”
“True. Kind of puts a whole new spin on the phrase fucking yourself, doesn’t it?” Lucifer laughed.
Taylor burst out laughing and sat up, as tears began to roll down his cheeks. “Wait, it looks like Crew thinks he can get one over on his mate.”
They both looked to Crew and he was watching Haven intently from a hundred yards away. A smirk crossed his lips and then he vanished. A second later he appeared right behind Haven and threw his arms around him, trapping his arms. Haven jerked and turned his head, then gave Crew a sweet smile. He puckered his lips and blew. Ice crystals formed on Crew’s face and he released Haven, taking a step back. Haven drew in a deep breath and blew again. Crew became encased in an ice coffin from his neck down to his toes.
“Yeah, frozen blow jobs aren’t my thing either.” Lucifer laughed.
“Hey, this looks promising,” Taylor said as he turned toward where Dare was.
“He’s a fucking dragon. I thought that was his power?”
Dare stood in the center of the yard. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then slowly released it. A shimmer wrapped around his body and spread out. Flames licked at the ground as they rose and engulfed Dare. He flung out his arms wide and fire shot in every direction. His body began to grow and the flames got bigger. Once he stopped, a large dragon made of fire stood in the yard. He looked up toward the sky and opened his mouth. Fire shot from him like a flame thrower, high into the air. He closed his mouth and in an instant the flames and dragon were gone and Dare stood there once again as he looked before. Not a singe mark on him.
“Now that can come in handy if the Phlegethon ever goes out,” Lucifer replied.
“Great, he always thought he was hot, now he can prove it,” Taylor huffed and rolled his eyes.
“Or he’s the true definition of a flaming fairy.” Lucifer laughed hard and slapped his knee.
“Now that was a lame one. Good, but lame,” Taylor teased.
“Uh, you’re just jealous because I thought of it first,” Lucifer mumbled and crossed his arms over his chest.
“Lucifer!” Demi called.
Lucifer looked over to find his beautiful mate holding his hand out to him as he smiled brightly. “Well, this was fun, but I gotta go,” he said and jumped to his feet.
“Cock whipped,” Taylor mumbled with a smirk.
Lucifer gave him a naughty smile. “Not yet, but that sounds like it could be interesting. Although it may hurt. I’ll try it on one of my charges first and let you know.” Lucifer gave him a wink and ran to Demi. Taylor watched as Lucifer swooped his mate off his feet and spun him around. Mitchell in his lycan form approached, and Lucifer tenderly cupped his cheek as his eyes filled with love. Taylor smiled as he watched the trio. Mitchell shifted back to his human form and Lucifer’s eyes filled with passion. He grabbed Mitchell around the waist and the three of them disappeared.
“Aw, that was sweet,” Jesse said and sat next to Taylor.
“Yeah. It’s nice to see Lucy like that,” Taylor agreed.
“So why are you just sitting here by yourself watching instead of joining in? This is your thing. You can go outdo them all,” Jesse snickered and bumped Taylor’s shoulder with his.
“Which is why I am just sitting here. They each have found their powers and it’s their time to shine.”
“Very true. Oh no, Xavier alert,” Jesse mumbled.
“So when do you think he’s ever going to talk to his mate?”
“I don’t know,” Jesse said and shook his head. “Micah tried to talk to him but he told him to butt out.”
“What about Xander? He’s his best friend.”
“Xander and Shelby have tried multiple times, but he just tells them the same thing and walks away.”
“Maybe you should do the infamous locking them in the room I’ve heard so much about,” Sage said as he joined them and sat on the other side of Taylor.
“That might work,” Taylor agreed.
“I don’t know with those two. It might actually backfire,” Jesse added.
“We’ll have to think of a good one for them,” Taylor said.
“What’s Xavier’s problem anyway?” Sage asked.
“Liam was once a demon Nephilim and I think Xavier is having a really hard time with that,” Taylor answered.
“No. I think it’s something else. Look at the way he keeps looking at Liam. There’s a lot of fire and lust in those eyes,” Sage replied.
“He’s right, Tay. Look at him. It’s clear he wants the man. And look at Liam. He definitely wants Xavier,” Jesse said.
“Then we need to come up with a plan to get those two together,” Taylor said mischievously.
“Ooh, can I be in on it, too?” Sage begged.
“Sure, sweetie. If you’ve got time after training with the enforcers and warriors. And witch training with Demi. And getting ready to move, and pleasing that hot man of yours.” Taylor chuckled.
Sage looked to Slade, who was standing off to the side with Zane. The two were keeping an eye on all the activities as they talked. “They really hit if off when we were on the road. I like seeing my man making a friend.”
“Yeah, they seem tight since then. What happened?” Jesse asked.
Sage burst out laughing as he bent forward and held his stomach. Slade was over in a flash. “Sweetness, are you okay?”
“Yes.” Sage laughed. “Jess and Taylor want to know how you and Zane became friends and I thought about―”
Slade covered Sage’s mouth with his hand and picked him up with the other. “No, they don’t want to hear about that. Sorry, guys, but we have somewhere to be,” Slade rushed out the words.
“Oh we know where you gotta go. Use lots of lube and take pictures!” Taylor yelled after them.
* * * *
Sage giggled happily as Slade led him somewhere. He had no idea where they were going because his mate had dragged him out of the party at the pack house and blindfolded him. Then Slade helped him get into his car and drove away. They had been driving for over a half hour before they stopped and Slade led him from the car. Now Slade had his hands on Sage’s shoulders as he walked behind him and directed him where to walk.
They stopped for a minute and Sage heard keys rattling. Then a door opened. Hmmm, maybe his mate had gotten the keys to their new home and was planning a surprise? But was that really it? The place was under construction and it wasn’t safe for them to be there. So where were they?
The door closed behind them and Sage heard the lock engage. Then Slade was directing him where to go again. There was a familiar scent in the air, but he couldn’t figure out what it was. “Step up,” Slade whispered in his ear and Sage shuffled his foot forward until the tip of his shoe hit something. He lifted it and found a step. “Four more, sweetness.”
Sage climbed the steps with Slade’s help and his sneakers made a squeaking noise on the floor. They walked another twenty feet or so and Slade stopped him. Then he turned Sage to the right. “Now, no peeking or you’ll ruin the surprise. Just stand here and don’t move until I tell you to, okay?”
“Yes, mate. I promise.”
“Good, now no peeking,” Slade said again with a growl and Sage chuckled.
Slade released him and stepped away. He could hear the heels of Slade’s boots as they clomped across a wooden floor, the sound getting softer as Slade moved away from him. Sage stood there nice and still and fought the urge to rip off the blindfold and see what his mate had planned. But he wouldn’t do that. Slade obviously had something up his sleeve and he wouldn’t disappoint him.
After a few minutes, the sound of Slade’s boots returned and he heard them go down the steps. Then a chair scraped across the floor and there was a rustling. “Okay, sweetness. Take off t
he blindfold,” Slade instructed.
Sage reached up and pulled the blindfold over his head and opened his eyes. He squinted when the bright light hit him. Blinking a few times, his vision cleared and a huge smile crossed his lips. “Oh, Slade,” he said with a chuckle. He was standing in the center of the stage of The Angel Club. The room was dark except for the soft spotlight that shone on him, and Slade sat alone. The club was empty―it was just them.
“Dance for me, sweetness.” Slade raised his arm and Sage could see the remote in his hand. He pressed the button and “For Your Entertainment” by Adam Lambert came on.
Sage threw his head back and laughed. He looked at Slade with a smirk on his face and started to strut across the stage sensually. “Stop the music for a minute, love,” Sage called out and Slade turned the music off.
“Is this not a good song? Taylor told me it would be perfect,” Slade said in a worried voice.
“Oh no, this song is perfect. I just need to do something first.” Sage grabbed the hem of his shirt and ripped it off over his head, then kicked his shoes off. He gave Slade a heated look, then popped the button on his jeans and slowly lowered the zipper. Sliding his hands under the waistband he caressed his hips and thighs as he drew his pants down. Sage grabbed the bottoms and pulled them from his legs and tossed the garment aside. He straightened and faced Slade in nothing but a pair of black boy shorts. “Now hit it.”
Slade started the music again and Sage grabbed the stripper pole with both hands, spread his feet, and bent over slowly, arching his back. Then he pushed his head up and rolled his torso forward against the pole and up. He raised his right hand up higher on the pole, held on tight, and flung his body up off the floor and spun around the pole, his body standing straight out, rigid, from hands to feet, as he spun around the pole in a horizontal position.
He dropped back down to his feet and did a worm move up the pole with his body, then grabbed it with one hand and danced around the pole seductively. He faced Slade, meeting his gaze and without releasing the pole, Sage bent his knees and dropped down low and thrust his hip forward. He sprang back up and took hold with both hands again and lifted himself up the pole about six feet, then wrapped his legs around the pole Indian style and leaned back. He raised his arms over his head and dropped backward until he pressed flat against the pole upside down.
He pulled back up using his abdominal muscles and grabbed the pole again as he straightened his legs, but kept his ankle wrapped around the pole. Twisting his body around the front with one hand holding on over his head, Sage spun around the pole for a few revolutions. He held on again and lifted his legs over his head, now completely upside down, about four feet off the floor. Sage opened his legs and did a split as he made a few more circles around the pole.
Slowly he brought his legs down and slid to the floor. He continued to dance around the pole sensually as he locked gazes with Slade. He held the pole tight with both hands and dropped his head back, arching his back and froze, as the song ended.
Panting heavily, Sage straightened and looked back out into the room for Slade, but he wasn’t there. From the corner of his eye he saw Slade making his way up the stairs. Sage turned to face him as Slade walked toward him, fire in his eyes, and Sage felt like he was prey being stalked.
He took a step back and was stopped when he hit the pole. He reached back and grabbed it, steadying himself as Slade stopped inches from him. “That was the sexiest thing I have ever seen,” Slade growled, then attacked Sage’s lips. Sage whimpered and opened for his mate, allowing Slade to plunder his mouth. His head spun and he got dizzy as he melted against his man.
Slade pulled back from the kiss and his breath feathered across Sage’s cheek as Slade panted. “Put your hands over your head and hold on tight, sweetness,” Slade ordered.
Sage did as he was told and watched as Slade grabbed the waistband of his boy shorts, yanked them down his legs, and pulled them off. Slade slowly caressed his hands up Sage’s legs to his hips, then pushed them for Sage to turn around. Without releasing the pole, Sage turned, placing his ass right in Slade’s face. Sage cried out in pleasure as Slade buried his face in Sage’s ass and began to eat his hole.
His grip on the pole tightened as he tried to stay standing. The ecstasy that ran through his body was like no other. Slade knew how to play his body like an instrument. A wet finger was pressed into his hole, causing Sage to groan. Slade kept up his attentions until Sage could feel three fingers and a tongue inside him. Then they were gone.
Sage whimpered from the loss as he panted. Then he felt the press of muscled bare skin against his back and Sage sighed. How the hell did he get undressed without me knowing? Sage thought, but all ability to think ran from his head as Slade slid his big cock into his hole, burying himself in one motion.
“Oh fuck, sweetness. That was the hottest thing ever and you are the sexiest man in the world and all mine,” Slade said in a husky voice as he began to slowly glide in and out of Sage’s body. “I want a stripper pole in our bedroom so that you can give me private shows all the time and practice all those amazing moves.”
“Yes. Gods yes. I’ll order one tomorrow.”
“Good. I can’t wait to move in and start our life together.”
“Are you sure this is what you really want? To settle down in one place?” Sage asked and moaned loudly as Slade hit his sweet spot.
Slade pulled Sage’s hips back so that he was now bent over as he still held on to the pole, then began to fuck him hard. “Hell yes!” Slade said through gritted teeth. “I love you so much, sweetness, and I want to be wherever you are, and this is your home. So now it is mine, too.”
“Gods, I love you, Slade. Please don’t stop. You feel so good.”
“I’ll always try to make you feel good, love. Thank you for coming into my life. I finally feel like I’m complete. Being with you is everything I have ever wanted and I feel loved and protected, and like I found my place in the world. Right here with you, I’m home.”
Sage’s heart overflowed with love from Slade’s words and tears of joy built in his eyes. They were home. Their life together was just beginning and it looked like a bright future. Even though they would be hunting down all of Francis’s followers, rescuing other paranormals, and destroying that drug, they would be doing it together, and that made Sage happier than he had ever been before. He had a real family now. A very large one that loved him. He had his grandma back in his life, and a twin brother to get to know. But most importantly, he had the man he loved by his side.
“Welcome to Sanctuary, mate.”
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Maggie has been married for nineteen years and has four children. She is a Long Island girl who now lives in the Pocono Mountains of Pennsylvania.
Maggie has always loved anything that has to do with the arts. Music is one of her biggest passions. She was a photographer in her earlier days and spends hours sketching anything that catches her eye. Maggie loves to write about big, strong, tough men who have a softer side.
Most of the time you can find Maggie running around with her kids, sketching, or sitting with her laptop creating new characters, as music always plays in the background.
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