“Get on the bed, tiger. We’ll play with this another day, but right now I really want to feel you inside me.”
Soren turned around and grabbed Andrew’s hips, pulling him close as he captured his mate’s mouth. Andrew indulged him and kissed back for a while, but he soon stopped Soren with a swat on his ass. The warmth spread along Soren’s skin and seeped deep inside, and didn’t the feeling, both pleasant and a little painful, open a whole range of possibilities?
“On the bed.”
Soren slid on the comforter until he could lean his head on the pillows. Then he just looked at his mate, noticing the black rope Andrew had in his hands and the fact that he was still completely dressed. Andrew walked to one side of the bed and took Soren’s wrist in his hand, bringing it next to the wrought-iron headboard and quickly sliding the rope around it. “I’m not going to really tie you today. I’m just going to pass the rope around your wrists and the headboard, so if you need to untie it you can do it without too many problems. I do want you to stay in this position until we finish, though, or at least until we reach the biting part. I’m fairly sure I’ll need your help for that part.”
Soren smiled at Andrew as he walked around the bed and tied Soren’s other wrist before standing at the foot of the bed and taking in Soren’s displayed body. Even with Andrew fully clothed, Soren could see his erection straining under his sweats and the hot look in his eyes, and while he was tied down, he had never felt so...powerful. He was the one putting that heated and lusty expression on his mate’s face, and he couldn’t help but feeling a little proud about it. Okay, very proud. “You’re overdressed for this.”
“Hush. I’m admiring the view.”
Soren grinned and flexed his biceps, showing off just a bit and making Andrew laugh. This was what he wanted with his mate. Serious and hot, funny and seductive. With Andrew, he was getting what he had always wanted.
Soren pulled a bit on the ropes, testing them. It reassured him that he would really only have to move his wrists around a bit before he could get out of them.
When he turned back to Andrew, Soren just about swallowed his tongue at the sight in front of him. Andrew had taken advantage of Soren checking the ropes to undress, and he was standing gloriously naked right where he had been standing before, his hands on his hips and his cock erect. He had a fair amount of body hair, mainly concentrated on his chest. The hair thinned on his stomach, leaving only a small, dark trail from Andrew’s bellybutton to his cock before it thickened again right there.
Andrew’s skin was that beautiful milk chocolate color everywhere, except for his nipples and the head of his cock. The mushroom shaped tip was a darker brown, and Soren licked his lips when his eyes fastened on his mate’s thick shaft, especially when Andrew started moving, slowly crawling onto the bed, and the length bobbed as he moved.
Andrew moved until he was hovering over Soren, close but not enough to touch him. The man was teasing, and Soren was already tugging on the ropes. He desperately wanted to touch Andrew, and the fact that he couldn’t was both frustrating and exhilarating. He was in Andrew’s hands—literally.
Andrew ducked to the side and reached for his nightstand, coming back with a bottle of lube in his hand. “Now, tiger, I know this is our first time and our mating, but I’m, not sure I can go slow, so if you want it like that you’re going to have to tell me.”
“Who said I wanted slow?” Soren asked with a grin. “I want hard and fast. I want you to feel me tomorrow, to remember what happened, why you’ll ache. I want to burry myself in you. We can do slow for the rest of our lives if we want to.”
Andrew shuddered and laid his hand on Soren’s chest, sliding it down and making him gasp when he grabbed Soren’s throbbing prick and moved his hand up and down the length. His hand was so hot against Soren’s sensitive flesh that he felt he would go down in flames. It was just a matter of time.
Then things became even worse when Andrew slithered down Soren’s chest, carefully taking the time to trace every inch of it with his tongue and lips. He teased Soren’s nipples, biting them lightly and making Soren squirm. He didn’t know if he wanted to pull away or push into Andrew’s mouth, because pain and pleasure were so carefully balanced that he was afraid to tip that balance. In the end, he just decided to let go and let Andrew set the pace. Soren surrendered.
* * * *
Andrew felt the moment in which Soren surrendered to him. His body went from a little tense to slack even as he writhed and panted. The sounds his tiger made were music to Andrew’s ears, erotic music, and he smiled in satisfaction before letting go of the nipple he was still sucking on. Oh, they looked so good like this, swollen and reddened, the contrast with Soren’s skin stunning.
He followed the blond trail down Soren’s stomach, laving the hard ridges of his mate’s six-pack and his bellybutton before moving to his hipbone, then down one leg. Soren was squirming as he tried to get Andrew to touch his cock, but Andrew was the one in control and he wasn’t ready for that just yet. There was too much to enjoy, too many yards of pale flesh to explore to go right to the point. Soren had to learn patience, and Andrew was going to be the one to teach him. Just like that, he decided that he was going to take his sweet time.
Andrew kissed his way down one leg, stopping behind Soren’s knee to suck at the soft skin there, then nipping down his calf and licking around his ankle before going back up on the other leg and giving it the same treatment. Before he reached Soren’s erection again, he straightened and took in the decadent picture his mate was making.
Soren’s eyes were dazed and unfocused, his pupils huge against the dark blue ring. His face was flushed, the delicate pink color extending to his neck and chest was so good looking on him. Soren’s arms were up, the black ropes obvious and erotic against his pale skin, and so arousing. His chest was sculpted by the position the ropes held him in, his stomach was tense and his cock...the glistening moisture on the tip made Andrew want to swallow it down, and he was going to do just that, but before he did...
He smiled a wicked smile at his mate and grabbed the lube from where he had abandoned it next to Soren’s waist. He snapped it open and greased his fingers before winking at his mate and turning around.
With his back to Soren’s face, Andrew straddled his mate’s chest and leaned down, letting his hot breath bathe the hard cock in front of him. He kept his ass far enough from Soren’s face that the man couldn’t reach him with his tongue or his lips, and that the only way he could touch Andrew would be to untie himself.
The whimper that came from Soren when Andrew reached behind his back to touch his own entrance made him smile, but then his mouth was busy doing something else. He lightly sucked on the head of Soren’s swollen length while circling one finger around his hole, sucking harder when he finally dipped his finger in.
Andrew found it hard to concentrate on both his tasks, but he was determined to do it. Soren bent his legs and used the new position to jack his hips up, fucking Andrew’s mouth in earnest. Andrew sucked harder before teasing the entire length with his tongue, concentrating on the head and on the tiny slit that was there. He had to use his free hand to still Soren’s hips when his mate became a little too enthusiastic, and he left it there, controlling how much Soren’s could raise his hips and at the same time fucking himself on the now three fingers buried deep in his channel.
It had been a while since he had last bottomed, but the burn and stretch in his ass was so pleasurable that it took everything he had to keep from climaxing right then and there. The fact that his cock was sliding against Soren’s hard body made it even more difficult, and the sensations were almost too much, too many altogether to keep doing this for long.
They were both on edge and ready to fall at any moment, and Andrew knew it was time. Time for him to stop teasing and just give in to the need, time for him to claim his mate and to be claimed. It was weird how he needed to claim Soren even though he was human, but then being poss
essive wasn’t a shifter’s prerogative. He had always been this way, and it made sense that he was even more so with something as important as a mate.
Andrew let the hard cock in his mouth go, giving it one last kiss before slipping his fingers from himself and turning around to face Soren. Oh, the man was so sexy right now! Andrew could see there was nothing Soren wanted more than to free himself, grab Andrew and fuck him into the mattress, but he wasn’t moving, giving all the control to Andrew.
“Such a pretty sight, tiger.”
“Are you going to fuck yourself on my cock or are we just going to talk?” Soren growled, the sound reverberating deep in Andrew’s balls. He was ready to shoot, but there was no way he was doing that until he had his mate deep inside him.
“Tsk, tsk. Impatient much? You really have to learn to savor the wait, tiger.”
Soren’s growled a bit louder and bucked against his restrains. “I’ll learn another day. Now come here and ride me!”
Andrew smiled and leaned down, capturing Soren’s lips and devouring him. He used the distraction to straddle Soren’s hips, rubbing his ass against the hard length until Soren mewled in his mouth, sounding very much like the feline that shared his mind and body. It was incredible that Andrew could bring out the cat that way. It was an intoxicating feeling, and it made him feel powerful.
He couldn’t resist anymore, though, so he slipped his hand under him and straightened Soren’s cock before sinking oh so slowly on it. Andrew could have sworn he could feel every ridge on it, every pulsing vein, and it had never felt so good. He felt as if he was becoming one with Soren, and maybe he was.
Andrew started slow, but he couldn’t keep that rhythm for long. Both their needs were out of control, and he let Soren set the pace as the tiger thrust up and slammed into him time and time again. Andrew couldn’t do anything but push down to meet Soren’s thrusts, and he didn’t want to. He didn’t mind giving his mate this bit of control right now, because he was way past the point of caring about who was in control and who did what. Right now the important thing was coming together, being one, and that was exactly what was happening.
Even as he felt Soren’s cock sliding against his prostate again and again, Andrew tried to keep his orgasm at bay until the moment came for Soren to claim him. Soren didn’t seem to have the same worry, though, and with one last hard thrust, he buried himself in Andrew as deep as he could go, his back arching and nearly unseating Andrew even as he felt Soren’s shaft pulse in release inside him.
Suddenly Soren’s hands were free and he was flipping Andrew off him and on his back before entering him again and pumping his hips as if he hadn’t just had an orgasm. Andrew listened to the instinct that was telling him to tilt his head and give Soren access to his throat. The tiger didn’t lose time and struck fast, his teeth sinking deep into Andrew’s flesh, as deep as his cock was into Andrew’s ass.
Now it was Andrew’s time to arch up, his legs locked around his mate’s hips as Soren pounded into him. White light exploded behind his closed lids, his orgasm the most potent and significant in his whole life. Soren hadn’t even touched his cock, yet stream after stream of sticky hot cum shot from him as he tried to hold on his sanity, using Soren as his rock.
Andrew didn’t know what got into him, but suddenly his lips were on Soren’s neck, right where it met his throat, and Andrew was biting hard, so hard that he tasted blood. He jolted, realizing that he had hurt his mate, but Soren’s hand locked his face into place as the man moaned. “Bite harder, love.”
Andrew hesitated, but in the end, he did as his mate had asked. He sucked hard, trying to get as much blood as he could into his mouth. He needed to drink it anyway, and he craved to finally feel the soul deep connection between them. When the blood was not enough, he bit again, although not as hard as before, then sucked. This time it was enough.
Andrew felt something shifting inside him, his soul making place to accommodate the most important person in his life, and then Soren was there, and Andrew felt his heart soar with the feelings he felt pouring from his mate. It was incredible, it was perfection. It was them, just them, yet everything.
Soren slammed one last time into Andrew before stilling and coming again, flooding Andrew’s channel, and even though Andrew’s ass was sore, he relished in the way his mate had used him so thoroughly. It might be a contradiction how he both wanted control and to be owned, but Soren was giving him everything he needed, without questions. He really was the perfect man for Andrew.
“How are you feeling?” The question was whispered softly, as if Soren was afraid to break the moment.
“I’m just fine. What about you? Did I hurt you? I didn’t mean to bite you that hard.”
Soren chuckled and moved away, slipping from Andrew’s channel but not going far. He settled on his back and cradled Andrew against his chest. “I can’t say I wasn’t surprised, but that was hot, babe. I didn’t expect you to bite me like that, but I like that I have your bite on me. You’re going to have to do it again and again as it heals, though.”
“I don’t think that’s going to be a problem.”
* * * *
Soren had been stunned when he had felt Andrew’s blunt human teeth break the skin on his neck, but he had never been so turned on. He hadn’t thought that humans had it in them to be so aggressive and in tune with their most basic instincts, but obviously he’d been wrong, and he was damned pleased he had been. It was even more surprising that seemingly proper Andrew would do something like that, but then he was exactly that—seemingly proper. He was anything but, though. Andrew was strong and controlling, but also willing to give up that control when he felt the need to do so.
They were still in bed, Andrew sleeping next to Soren, or more precisely on top of him. They were woven around each other so tight that it would have be impossible for anyone to tell which limb belonged to who if not for the difference their skin color. Soren didn’t know if Andrew was unconsciously afraid he would leave him or if he was just a cuddler, but he didn’t really care either way if it brought him cuddles, except for the fact that he wanted to reassure the man that he wasn’t going anywhere. He had tried to get up just to clean up a bit, but Andrew hadn’t let him go. He had just tightened his hold on Soren, and Soren had stayed willingly.
They would have to get up soon, though, because the company that was going to install the alarm in the house was due to arrive soon, and Soren had to go to the mansion for a bit. He had to talk to Dominic about moving in with Andrew, and he wasn’t sure how that conversation was going to go. The only thing he was sure of was that he wasn’t going to stay away from Andrew, and since the man didn’t want to live in the mansion... They still had to talk about that, though, so Soren smoothed his hand down Andrew’s back and kissed his hair.
“Babe? Time to wake up.”
“Already?” Andrew groaned as he tried to bury deeper into Soren’s chest.
“Yup, already. I have to go see Dominic and you have to be up when the alarm system is being installed.” Andrew would be without bodyguards, but it was broad daylight and he wouldn’t be alone anyway, since the guys installing the alarm would be there. Not that Soren trusted them, but no one else had been available to stay there, and Andrew had refused to go with Soren, saying that he wasn’t a kid and that he could be left alone for a while. Still, Soren had called Finn and Nysys and had asked them to be there just in case. If anything happened, they would shimmer Andrew to the mansion.
Andrew got up and bitched that he had had to cancel his appointments for the day because of that damn fucking stalker who had nothing better to do than to ruin other people’s lives. His words, not Soren’s, although he did share the feeling.
They quickly took a shower—Soren in the guest room’s bathroom, because a shared shower would have led to other more interesting things, and they didn’t have time for that—and Soren got ready to leave. They sat down at the kitchen counter to have coffee and Soren just had t
o ask.
“So, I know we mentioned this last night, but...do you want me to move here?”
Andrew looked at him from above his mug, his dark eyes gleaming. “I said that, huh?”
Soren waited. He wasn’t worried—much—even after what Andrew had said, because he could see the teasing spark in his mate’s eyes. “Yeah, you did. Or maybe you’d like to move in with me at the mansion? It’s not a bad place to live in, although you will have to get used to Nysys making stuff explode when he cooks and to Adam bringing you small dead animals as gifts.”
The look of horror that dawned on Andrew’s face was very, very funny. “Dead animals?”
“Yup.” It had happened only once, and it had been in the very first days after the pup had learned how to shift, but it was funny to tease Andrew with it.
“You can live here. I’d be more than happy to have you with me.”
“You’re saying that only because you don’t want dead squirrel for breakfast.”
“Or to see stuff explode when Nysys tries to cook.”
Soren felt his heart was a little lighter and he reached for his mate, eager to devour his mouth. It led to a snuggle session they had to abort way ahead of time, but Finn’s voice disturbed them, coming from the upstairs office, and Andrew called the Nix down. They had a little chat, but then it was time for Soren to go, even if he didn’t want to. Since when did he depend so much on one particular person?
Andrew walked him to his car, and Soren just couldn’t stop himself.
“If anything happens, call me. Better yet, ask Finn to shimmer you to me.” Finn and Nysys were in the living room watching some obscure show on fashion and runways because Nysys had said that he needed inspiration for his outfits. Soren didn’t even want to know what the man would end up wearing, but it couldn’t be worse than the bright red pants and sunflower yellow t-shirt he was wearing today. Combined with the pink hair, he was an eyesore.
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