“But what if I don’t regret them?” Micah asked in a soft voice.
“Are you going to take that risk? You already know my answer to whether I want to mate with you or not.”
Micah was fucking confused, but there was one thing he was sure of. Trevor wouldn’t leave him. He hadn’t yet, and he’d known about Micah for years. Why would he now that he finally had Micah? Some people would probably have been creeped out by what Trevor had done, but Micah found it reassuring. It was the reason he knew Trevor would stay after all, and now that he knew more about shifters, he understood why Trevor hadn’t been able to let go. The idea of it wasn’t as weird as it would have been had Trevor been human.
“I think I am,” Micah finally said.
“You think?”
“I can see myself growing old with you.”
Trevor chuckled. “It’ll take a while if we mate.”
“Right. A hundred years?”
“Something like that.”
“How old are you?” Micah had been curious ever since he’d met Trevor. Erik had told him about shifters living longer, even though he’d never mentioned Micah would live as long as he would, had they really been mates. Micah was relieved he hadn’t, because the idea of spending so many years with the asshole was enough to make him want to run away again.
Trevor pushed away from Micah and sat on the carpet. “Sixty-two.”
Micah’s eyes widened. “Well, you don’t look like that old.”
Trevor laughed. “And you won’t look that old when you reach that age either.”
Micah slid down the bed and settled next to Trevor. He leaned his head against Trevor’s shoulder and took one of Trevor’s hands in his. He played with Trevor’s fingers, running one of his along them, and smiled when Trevor shivered. “It’s kind of weird to think about that.”
“Then don’t. You’ll have years to get used to the idea.”
“How does it work when people start noticing you’re not aging?”
“We disappear from sight for a few years. Some shifters simply move away and start a new life, but some want to stay where they are, especially if they have a house and a family.”
“When will you need to disappear?”
“I won’t need to, not really. I work from home, so my clients have never seen me. You’ll be the one who’ll need to stop working.”
“I guess it’ll be an occasion for changes.”
“You can think of it like that, yes.”
“Do you have to bite my neck?” That was the part that scared Micah. He hadn’t let anyone touch his neck since Erik, and he wasn’t sure he’d be able to stand there and let Trevor bite it without jerking away and making Trevor feel like he didn’t want it. It was the last thing Micah wanted. He knew Trevor would be hurt if something like that happened, even though he wouldn’t say anything about it.
“No. I can bite whatever part of your body you feel comfortable with.”
Micah snickered. “So you could bite my ass or something?”
“I could. Do you want my mating bite on your ass?”
Micah shivered at the idea. “No, but you can bite me there anytime you want to.” He looked at Trevor and smiled when he saw him licking his lips. “Like that idea, huh?”
“I can’t say I don’t.”
“But for the bite, well, how about the arm? I bet you’ll want everyone to see it.”
Trevor blushed and looked down. “Maybe.”
“It’s like a wedding ring.”
“It’s more permanent, though.”
Micah looked at his arm. He pulled the sleeve up and looked at his forearm. “Would the wrist be okay?”
He heard Trevor swallow before he answered, “Yes.”
“Will it hurt?”
“I’ve never mated with anyone, so I’m not sure, but since I’ll be biting you, my guess is that it will, at least a bit. It shouldn’t last long, though.”
Micah looked at his wrist nodded, and moved. He stuck his arm under Trevor’s nose.
Trevor looked at him, eyes wide. “You want to do it now?”
“Why wait? You want it, I want it.”
“You didn’t want it a week ago.”
Micah sighed. He let his arm fall. “I believed the bullshit Erik fed me a week ago. I don’t anymore.”
“And you’re ready to commit the rest of your life to me?”
Micah rolled his eyes and lunged forward. Trevor squeaked, but he didn’t try to push him away, and Micah pressed his face against Trevor’s neck as they toppled down. He sprawled on top of Trevor and bit into the skin of his neck, and Trevor tensed.
“What are you doing?” he asked in a strangled voice.
Micah let go of the skin he was biting. “Showing you I’m ready to commit.”
“A simple yes would have been enough.”
“You would have found other reasons why we need to wait.”
“You’re not going to be able to break the skin with your human teeth.”
Micah sat up, aware of the fact that Trevor’s dick was hardening beneath him. Trevor was blushing, and he was fucking adorable. “How do I do it, then?”
Trevor swallowed and reached up with a hand. Micah’s eyes widened when Trevor’s finger became slightly hairy and the nail lengthened, but he didn’t have time to say anything about it, because Trevor slashed his nail against his neck and blood appeared.
“You cut yourself.”
Trevor rolled his eyes and let his hand fall. “You said you wanted to mate. You just need to drink the blood coming out of the wound.”
Micah wanted to ask if it hurt, but the blood was starting to slide down Trevor’s skin toward the collar of the sweater he was wearing, so he leaned down and licked it instead. Trevor moaned, and Micah took a few seconds to taste. It was... blood. It smelled like it, and it tasted like it too. Micah could do this.
He leaned closer again and pressed his lips on the wound, sucking hard. Trevor’s hips shot up, and Micah ground down against them. His own cock was already hard, and he thought that maybe they should have done this naked. He wasn’t about to stop what he was doing to take his clothes off, though, so he limited himself to rubbing his cock against Trevor’s as he sucked.
He felt Trevor gently take his hand and pull it up, and he didn’t resist, not even when Trevor licked the skin on the inside of his wrist. He wasn’t afraid. It was weird, because he knew he should be, or that he at least should be weirded out. A man was about to bite him, and he knew it would leave a scar, and he didn’t care.
Pain in his wrist made him groan and he let go of Trevor’s neck. It did hurt, but the pain was already dissipating, morphing into pleasure. Micah moved his hips harder and Trevor bucked up.
Something shifted in Micah’s mind, startling him, but then he felt Trevor inside of him. He came suddenly and bit on Trevor’s neck, muffling his scream of pleasure. Trevor put his hands on Micah’s ass and pressed him down harder. He tensed, and Micah felt him come, almost as if he were the one coming.
Trevor slumped, but he didn’t let go of Micah. Micah hummed and focused on Trevor’s presence in his mind. “So that’s the bond?”
“Yes.”
“It’s weird. Cool, but weird. This is the only time we’ll need to do this, right?”
“Yes.”
“So no more coming in our jeans?”
Trevor chuckled and pulled Micah closer. “I’m sure we can find a good alternative.”
Chapter Seven
Trevor squeezed Micah’s hand, giving him his silent support.
“Mr. Riggs gave us names and places,” Dominic told the council. “We managed to eliminate three clusters of hunters thanks to him.”
“Doesn’t mean he shouldn’t pay for what he did,” Quinn said.
Micah tightened his hold on Trevor and Trevor shushed him gently.
“I never said he shouldn’t pay,” Dominic answered. “He has to, in f
act. He caused a lot of pain, and death.”
“But you’re trying to convince us to be lenient.”
“I am. Mr. Riggs is injured. He can’t walk anymore, not without a cane. He’s the only family his son has left.”
“So what? We should be nice to him so that his son won’t be lonely?”
Micah tensed next to Trevor, and Trevor wanted to rip Quinn’s throat out. Not that he’d be able to do that even if he tried. Quinn might be a bastard, but he was a deadly bastard. He was the alpha of his flock, and leader of the avian shifters. From what Trevor had heard from him, he led with an iron fist. It didn’t endear him to anyone, nor did his brusque ways.
“Quincy, stop trying to put words into my mouth,” Dominic said.
“And stop calling me Quincy.”
Dominic grinned slightly. “Fine. Let’s both stop, shall we?”
“Why shouldn’t I kill the man?” Quinn asked, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms on his chest.
“Because we don’t kill.”
“Not for lack of trying on my part.”
“We’re not like them, Quinn. We don’t kill, not even when it’s warranted. We’re not the animals the hunters think we are, and I’m not about to lower myself to their level.”
Quinn tapped his finger on the table the council was gathered around. “I’m not going to win this, am I?”
“Just like you didn’t win when you wanted Glass killed. We didn’t kill him, and what he did was a lot worse that what Riggs did. Besides, Riggs can’t hurt anyone anymore, and he’s repentant. I can’t say the same thing about Glass.”
Quinn rolled his eyes. “Fine. What do you suggest?”
Dominic looked around the room, and Trevor did the same thing. He knew Quinn was the one they had to win against if they wanted to save Micah’s father. Morin and Nysys had assured Micah they wouldn’t push for a death sentence, as had Chogan.
Trevor didn’t know any of the other council members well, but from what he could see at the moment, none of them wanted to punish Micah’s father as harshly as Quinn did. A few were even rolling their eyes, obviously considering Quinn’s suggestion ridiculous.
“There’s a jail on pride territory.”
“The comfy cabin? That’s where you want to put him?”
“Yes. Like I said, he’s injured, and he needs to see a doctor often. Jared will take care of him, and he won’t have to go to the council jail every time. Riggs will be more comfortable and will hurt less than if he had to be in the council cells. It will help his health.” Quinn opened his mouth, but Dominic shook his head. “I do want him to be punished, but it has to be humanely.”
Quinn huffed. “Fine. Stick him in your cabin jail. We have better things to do than to worry about a hurt hunter.”
“I’m glad you’re agreeing to this so easily, Quinn,” Dominic drawled.
Micah relaxed, and Trevor patted his knee. He leaned sideway toward his mate. “See? Everything will be fine. I told you.”
“Yeah, well, sorry for not believing you just because you said so.”
“Don’t be an asshole.”
Micah rolled his eyes and kissed Trevor. Trevor blushed, because the entire council was still there, and he heard Nysys snicker. He couldn’t see him, but he knew Nysys was laughing at them. It wasn’t malicious, but it was still embarrassing.
“I think we’re done here,” Dominic said, and Micah stopped kissing Trevor. He kissed the tip of Trevor’s nose, then jumped up from his chair and hurried toward Dominic. Trevor followed him.
“Thank you,” Micah told Dominic.
“It’s the least we could do,” Dominic answered.
“It’s not, and you know it. It could have gone so much worse.”
Dominic patted Micah’s shoulder. “But everything went fine. You’ll be able to go see him tomorrow, okay?”
Micah nodded enthusiastically. “Thank you.”
“Now go and do whatever it is you and Trevor do to celebrate.”
Nysys snickered again. “Hot sex time!” he yelled, and Trevor wanted to die.
He took Micah’s hand and dragged him away. He needed to put as much space between himself and Nysys as he could before Nysys could embarrass him further.
Micah laughed and followed. Trevor was glad to hear him this happy. The last month had been a hard one for Micah. He’d had to get used to living in the mansion, and just doing that had taken work. Nysys had popped into their room a lot more often than either Micah or Trevor had been comfortable with, and Keenan had hounded Micah so much that Micah had started to hide when he saw him. The terrible two had gentled things down when they’d realized it, and now they were good friends with Micah, but sometimes Micah still hid in his and Trevor’s room, when they became too much.
Everything else had gone smoothly, and Micah had inserted himself into the mansion’s everyday life easily. There still had been a dark cloud over his head until today, because he hadn’t known what would happen to his father. Now that cloud was gone, and Micah looked happy.
Trevor let him drag him to their room and push him onto the bed without resisting.
“The things I want to do to you,” Micah murmured, looking down at him.
“What are you waiting for?”
Micah grinned. “I love how you’re becoming less shy with me already.”
Trevor felt his cheeks flush and shrugged.
“Want to know what I’d like to do you, then?” Micah asked, his voice rough.
Trevor shivered and nodded. Micah climbed on the bed, prowling toward him, and stopped only once they were face to face. Micah hovered above him, looking at him like he wanted to eat him.
They hadn’t gone far yet, physically. There was always something else to do, or tiredness that couldn’t be ignored. They had gotten naked with each other, but they hadn’t really had to time to explore yet, and Trevor thought it might be time to do that, at least in part. He didn’t think he’d be able to explore much of Micah before he came, not with the way Micah was talking and looking at him.
“Mmm, I could tie you up. Turn you on your stomach once you’re completely naked, tie your arms above your head, and spread your legs with your ass on display.”
Trevor blushed and looked everywhere but at Micah. Micah didn’t seem to mind, luckily, and he didn’t take offense.
“I could rim you. What do you think of that?”
Micah leaned down and sucked on Trevor’s earlobe. Trevor squeezed his eyes shut and tried to get his dick under control. He opened his mouth—to say what, he didn’t know—but it certainly wasn’t what he did say. “I want you to. I want to feel your tongue in me. You’d bring me so close to coming, but it wouldn’t be enough. I know it wouldn’t.”
Micah’s breath hitched. “Would you beg me to do it? Would you beg me to open you up for me, or would you demand it?”
Trevor’s face was hot as fuck, but keeping his eyes closed helped him not feel too self-conscious about what he was doing. “Depends.”
“Yeah? How many fingers would you want inside you before I put my cock in? Two? Three?”
Trevor whimpered and Micah pressed their bodies together, finally. He gently pushed against Trevor’s cock, his breath hot against Trevor’s neck.
“Would you want me to fuck you slowly and sensuously? Or would you want me to take you hard and fast?”
“Fuck, Micah.”
Micah moved faster than Trevor had thought he could, and he had Trevor’s jeans open and his underwear down in seconds. He swallowed Trevor’s dick and Trevor shouted, suddenly not caring about who could hear him.
Micah sucked, and Trevor came. He knew he probably should have been ashamed of coming so fast, but Micah didn’t seem to mind. He hummed as he sucked Trevor dry, and when Trevor whimpered, Micah moved upward and kissed him.
Trevor laughed shakily. “You didn’t come yet.”
Micah grinned slowly. “You’re free to make
me.”
And damn if Trevor wasn’t going to do just that.
About the Author
Catherine lives in Italy, country of good food and hot men. She used to write fantasy as a child, but it was reading her first gay erotic romance novel that made her realize that that was what she really wanted to write.
After graduating from college in English language and translation, she divides her day between writing, reading, taking care of her son and reading some more.
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