Eye on the Prize [Alpha Eye 1] (Siren Publishing Classic ManLove)

by Fel Fern

Tom’s face and cheeks turned bright red, but judging by the erection poking through Tom’s jeans, his mate clearly liked the idea. “Yeah? Both of us?”

  He kissed his mate again, this time slow and tender. “Keep your hands there,” he repeated, then knelt.

  Tom widened his eyes, about to reach out, touch his hair, but must have remembered his command, because he kept his hands above his head.

  “Good mate.”

  Tom scowled at him. Cute mate.

  He put his hands on the waistband of Tom’s jeans, jerked it down in one smooth movement, along with Tom’s boxers. Tom let out a breath, but nonetheless, stepped out of them. Raul tossed them aside, looking up to see Tom’s prick already at half-mast.

  “Look who’s hard for me,” he remarked, reaching out to cup Tom’s balls.

  Tom moaned. Fuck, but he liked how sensitive Tom was to his touch, how responsive. He began tugging, pulling at Tom’s balls, then lowered his mouth to Tom’s prick. Raul lashed out his tongue, swiping the pre-cum that gathered at Tom’s tip. Holding Tom’s most intimate parts captive gave him a certain kind of high.

  Maybe he should do this more often, just to hear those sounds of pleasure coming from Tom’s mouth. He tongued Tom’s slit, explored Tom’s silken length. His own dick pulsed against his bottoms, painfully dug against the zipper of his jeans. His wolf was alive inside of him, ready to rut and remind their mate who he rightfully belonged to.

  Raul knew he’d been overdoing it a little, keeping watch over Tom the past few days, but after the kidnapping he realized what he feared most in the world was losing Tom right after finding him. Never again would he let something like that happen. It was a miracle three days ago that Tom’s voice reached him, because if Tom didn’t, he would have ripped out Bradley’s throat.

  Joshua Morris wouldn’t be so forgiving if that happened. Despite the Alpha claiming he was glad to have Bradley behind bars after finding out Bradley wanted to kill him and take his place—Bradley was still his flesh and blood. Alphas became touchy when it came to family, and for all his flaws, Bradley was still Joshua’s son.

  “God, Raul. Who knew you were this good with your mouth?” Tom uttered above him. The human seemed to have trouble keeping his hands in place. He smiled, almost wanting Raul to disobey him.

  Feeling playful, he scraped the edge of his teeth against the ridge of Tom’s cock. Tom groaned. “Please, baby. Don’t tease me so much.”

  Since his mate asked nicely and he liked hearing Tom beg, he relented. Raul wrapped his lips around Tom’s shaft and took his mate’s prick inch by inch. Once the tip of Tom’s dick hit the back of his throat, he drew back out. Rinse and repeat until Tom begged him for release. Knowing his mate was close, he rose to his feet, amused by Tom’s snarl of frustration.

  “Times like these make me wonder if you were a feline shifter in another lifetime.”

  To his shock, Tom leaned over and bit him on the side of his neck.

  Chapter Thirteen

  “You bit me,” Raul stated with a mixture of surprise and…was that pleasure?

  Tom didn’t know why he did that. Well, thanks to a certain possessive, snarly wolf, he started enjoying a little biting during sex.

  “You going to punish me for that?” The words flowed out of his mouth before he could take it back. Tom bit his lip as Raul’s eyes glinted with mischief. Raul stepped away from him, leaving his erection full.

  Then his gorgeous werewolf mate took off his jeans, boxers, and— gloriously nude—sat on the edge of the bed. Raul patted his lap. Comprehension dawned on him as he placed his hands down.

  “You’re not,” he began, although the image of Raul spanking him blazed in his mind, erotic and hot.

  “Don’t make me tell you twice,” Raul replied with a toothy grin.

  Swallowing, he approached his mate, draped himself over Raul’s lap, suddenly aware of how exposed he was, how intimate this position was. He groaned when Raul parted his legs further using his hand. Then without warning, Raul slapped his left ass cheek. He jumped, surprised how incredibly aroused he was. Raul slipped his hand lower, gave his rock-hard dick a squeeze.

  He moaned. Raul gave him a few more playful swats, never hitting him in the same place. By then, he could feel all the welts and aches covering his bottom. He squirmed, moaned, begged Raul to give him release, although he had a feeling he could take more. Neither of them were kinky, but neither of them minded exploring, changing things up.

  Tom knew he’d never get sick of this.

  “Come for me, baby. I want to hear it, your release.” Raul grabbed his dick, one tug at his cockhead and he exploded. Breathing ragged, he screamed as he spilled his load into Raul’s waiting hand.

  Spent, mind blanketed in haze, Tom expelled a sigh. “I love you.”

  He uttered the words without embarrassment, meaning them. Tom loved his mate with every breath and heartbeat, this amazing shifter who saw right through him, who was willing to risk life and death to rescue him. Raul had been there when he was about to fall apart during the closure of his bookstore. His generous mate also offered him a place to stay without hesitation.

  For a second, Tom worried he said the words too soon, but Raul helped him back on his feet, rose, as well, and locked their lips together. When Raul pulled away, there was a fierce smile on his lips. “I fucking love you, too, baby. So damn much.”

  Those words went right to his heart.

  Recovered from his orgasm, he returned his mate’s smile with his own shy one. “Let me take care of you now.” To make his point, he reached out for Raul’s erection, stroked it. A growl of approval rumbled out of Raul.

  “On all fours,” Raul ordered.

  Happy to comply, he dropped to his hands and knees. This seemed to be Raul’s favorite position during sex and so was his. It offered his mate deep penetration. Raul grabbed the lube from inside the drawer, then maneuvered behind him. Tom spread his legs and wondered how his ass looked. Shades of pink, maybe?

  God, but that spanking was hot. Raul didn’t even hit him hard, but it was enough to quickly send him over the edge. He wiggled his ass suggestively at his mate, moaned when Raul affectionately gave him another whack. Seconds later, he felt Raul’s finger, slick with lube, prodding his ass hole.

  “Patience, baby,” Raul chided when he pushed his buttocks at Raul once more. Made complete sense since he knew from personal experience Raul wasn’t small in that department but he wanted to feel his mate buried deep inside of him now.

  Raul added a second digit, then a third, beginning to widen him for access. Patting his ass, Raul said, “You’re ready.”

  “Ride me hard, baby.”

  Raul gripped his hips and penetrated him. This time, Raul pushed all the way to the hilt without pause or warning, exactly the way he wanted it. It burned, but he knew Raul would send his mind flying soon again. Raul’s balls brushed against his ass, and he was aware of the shifter completely filling him, stretching him wide.

  “Baby,” Tom gasped out loud.

  He couldn’t say anything else after that, because Raul began hammering in and out of him. Each stroke became faster, deeper, leaving them both breathing heavily, panting messes. He loved the collision of flesh, their bodies becoming one. He clawed at the floor, needing something to hold onto.

  At the same time, Raul reached for his thickening dick and began to stroke him again. The dual sensation of Raul pounding in and out of ass, combined with Raul giving him a hand job, proved too much. He knew it wouldn’t be long now before he reached climax again. Raul must have shifted the angle of his thrust, because the next time Raul entered him, Raul hit his prostate.

  He gasped, back arching as Raul kept brushing against his sweet spot.

  “Come together,” Raul ordered.

  The shifter’s next entry tossed him over the edge of oblivion. He came, screaming out Raul’s name. Raul wasn’t far behind, filling his ass with warmth seconds later. Mind floating in a sea of bliss, he was vaguely awa
re of Raul gathering him in his arms and laying him gently in bed. He almost purred at the soft sheets, then a wet cloth on his dick later as Raul cleaned them both up.

  “Snuggle time?” he asked.

  Raul laughed softly, joining him in bed and instantly gathering him close so Tom was tucked again his body.

  “I don’t know which is best, sex or post-sex snuggles,” he admitted.

  Raul nuzzled his neck, breath warm on his ear. “Why don’t we find out?”

  THE END

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