Golren and Caladon rushed into the room, the first in snake form, the second as a human, probably drawn by the noise. Caladon swept his gaze over the group before he headed to his son and the downed Canaan. He offered Collin a hand, who gripped it and rose to his feet.
Once again, Misses Wallice began squirming and writhing in Tristan’s grip. She attempted to bite his hand, but he adjusted her grip as he snarled, “Knock it off, lady. We’re not going to hurt you.”
She whimpered and whined, and Tristan realized she focused on Golren as he shifted. The male’s body contracted and reshaped, his arms and legs sprouting. His muscles popped as his bones cracked, creating his humanoid form. Finally, a fully formed, naked African American stood before them, and she fainted.
Sighing, Tristan lowered her to the chair he’d been leaning against. He checked her pulse, making certain it was steady and strong, then straightened and shook his head. At least that was better than her trying to hurt him, someone else, or hurting herself.
Golren picked up a pair of sweats from the pile they’d placed on the dresser earlier that evening and yanked them on. Tristan looked away from where he dressed and crossed to Collin’s side. He rested his hand on his lover’s shoulder and rubbed.
Collin turned and smiled at him. “Problem solved.”
“Thank you,” Tristan responded, heartfelt. He hadn’t been entirely certain how they were going to pull it off, and having his mate’s help had certainly simplified things. “I’m grateful for your assistance.”
Nodding, Collin smiled, then grimaced. “Now I have a couple more missing persons to explain, but I’ll figure it out.”
Tristan squeezed his hand. “We’ll figure it out. We’ll clear out their rooms, making it look like they checked out this evening.”
“We’ll have Raymond hack into the private investigator’s email and make it look like Misses Wallice received an email from him regarding her husband,” Golren stated, crossing his arms over his chest. “We’ll leave a note addressed to you in their room saying so.”
Caladon nodded his agreement before saying, “We’ll get these guys out of here and take care of clearing out their stuff. You shouldn’t be involved in that.” Then, he glanced around the room and winked at Tristan. “In fact, since the room is paid for, why don’t you two stay here and relax?” He waggled his brows. “I’m sure you have plenty to talk about.”
Tristan opened his mouth to refuse, but Collin wrapped his arms around his torso from behind. His chest pressed to his back, his mate nuzzled his neck. “That sounds like an excellent idea,” he growled. “We have unfinished business.”
Shuddering at the sound of Collin’s husky voice, not to mention upon feeling the dick rubbing against him and firming quickly, Tristan could do little else but nod.
Golren snickered as he picked up Misses Wallice and carried her out to the balcony. Caladon wasn’t nearly as gentle, lifting the unconscious male and tossing him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
By that time, Taolma had shifted and pulled on a pair of sweats. He picked up Canaan’s dropped gun, checked the safety, then tucked it into the back of the elastic band. Smirking, he commented, “Don’t want to leave that lying around.”
“Right,” Collin responded dryly.
“Oh, got one more thing for ya,” Taolma told him. “I had my dad bring it.” He slipped out the sliding door, then returned a couple of seconds later. He held up a tube of lube and tossed it on the bed. “Enjoy.”
“You asked your dad for lube?” Collin gasped out, his shock evident.
Taolma shrugged. “Sure. It’s not like it was for me.” He rolled his eyes and headed back out, closing the door behind him.
Finally alone, Tristan turned in Collin’s arms. He slid his arms over his shoulders and threaded his fingers in his hair. “Now, what shall we talk about?”
Collin’s eyes narrowed. He lowered one hand to Tristan’s ass and gripped it hard, then lifted the other to cup his nape. “I will come out to my family, and I want you to claim me,” he declared. “We’ll work out all the nuances later. How’s that?”
Lust slammed through Tristan. His vision dimmed for an instant as his dick went ramrod straight. Peering up at his lover, he grinned widely. “Fuck, yeah.”
Chapter Twelve
Collin used the hold he had on Tristan’s ass and neck to lift him. Instantly, Tristan twined his legs around Collin’s waist. The move aligned their shafts, putting delicious pressure on his rock-hard erection.
Growling, Collin took the dozen steps needed to reach the massive bed. He tossed his lover on the comforter and gruffly ordered, “Strip.”
As soon as Tristan began to obey, Collin started tugging on his own clothes. He quickly shucked his shoes, toed off his socks, then unbuckled his belt. After shoving his pants down and kicking them off, he lifted them to his button-down shirt.
“Unbutton that, but keep it on,” Tristan ordered.
Collin brought his head up and focused on his lover. He found Tristan sprawled in the middle of the bed, already naked. He had his legs sprawled and rested on one elbow. Using his other hand, he slowly jacked his jutting erection.
Nodding, Collin did as instructed, unbuttoning his shirt as he climbed onto the bed. He knee-walked until he sat on his haunches between his lover’s legs. By the time he got there, Collin had finished unbuttoning his shirt. He leaned over Tristan, bracketing his torso with his hands.
Tristan’s legs came up, wrapping around his waist. He grabbed Collin’s shoulders and twisted his body. Suddenly, he found himself flat on his back with Tristan lying on him. His lover stared down at him smugly.
Smirking, Tristan continued to hold his shoulders as he moved one leg and placed his knee atop his thighs. His silent request was clear. Spread your legs.
Collin took a deep breath, then let it out slowly. Holding Tristan’s gaze steadily, he slowly spread his legs. His lover moved his second leg, then lowered his groin, pressing them together.
Eyelids sliding to half-mast, Collin let out a low groan. He spread his legs a bit wider for leverage, then bent his knees and placed his feet flat on the bed. Lowering his hands, Collin gripped his hips and slowly began to rock his hips.
Tristan hissed out a long, unsteady breath. Lowering his head, he nibbled at Collin’s collarbone, causing goose bumps to spread across his chest. Collin grunted at the dual sensations of his cock rubbing alongside Tristan’s along with his lover’s mouth on his body.
Trailing kisses lower, Tristan worked his mouth down his flesh. He stuck out his tongue and licked a wet swipe across Collin’s nipple, making the bud harden. Swirling his tongue around and around for a few seconds, Collin found himself panting softly, waiting for his lover to do...something.
Finally, Tristan’s lips wrapped around his nipple and sucked firmly. With his other hand, he gripped Collin’s other bud, pinching and rolling it.
Collin’s chest felt as if it were on fire. His back bowed as he pressed into his lover’s ministrations. Groaning loudly, Collin shuddered as the sensations seemed to trail straight to his balls. His testicles pulled tight and when Tristan bit his nub, the spike of pain did him in.
Roaring Tristan’s name, Collin came. His cock pulsed spurt after spurt of seed, coating both of their stomachs and chests. Tristan hummed, continuing to suckle, extending the exquisite sensations that seemed to transfer straight to his dick. Moaning, Collin’s grip tightened and loosened on his lover’s hips as he writhed, unsure if he wanted to pull closer or push away.
Finally, Tristan lifted his head, releasing his nipple with a soft pop. He slid up Collin’s body until they were face to face. Smiling down at him, Tristan pressed a soft butterfly kiss to his lips.
When their lips separated, Tristan stared down at him. “Been a while since you allowed someone to explore, huh?” He gently stroked down his sides, tracing over his ribs, then over the dips of his hips before sliding his fingertips back up again.
Collin grunt
ed at the soft caresses. He met his lover’s gaze and nodded his head. It’d been years since he’d taken time to explore...not since first accepting that he liked dick instead of pussy. Even then, it had still been hurried, the fear of someone finding out part of the buzz.
“We have years to change that,” Tristan assured. He lifted his hips and dipped his hand between them, swirling his fingertips through the cum coating their stomachs. “Right now, though, I’m going to slide into your ass and claim you.”
Collin knew his eyes widened. He tensed as he felt Tristan’s cum-covered fingers dip lower, teasing behind his balls to circle his hole. On instinct, he clenched, attempting to deny entrance.
Tristan hummed. He smiled, his eyes glowing with kindness. “Been a long time for this, too, huh?”
“Did it a couple of times when first exploring, but—” Collin gasped, feeling his lover pop his fingertip into his sphincter. “Ugh, not something I’m willing to do with a trick.”
Tristan growled, his eyes narrowing as he pushed his finger deeper. “Not something I need to hear about, but I’ll take my time,” he promised.
Feeling the mild burn, Collin groaned. God, how had he forgotten how much he loved the feeling of being stretched? He spread his legs wider and shifted his hips, trying to rock into the gentle prodding.
When Tristan pulled his finger free, Collin growled. He reached up and gripped the back of his lover’s head. “Don’t want slow. I want to feel you. I want to know it’s you.”
Tristan’s eyes narrowed. “You want to feel me?”
“Yes.”
After staring into his eyes for several seconds, Tristan nodded once. He must have taken him at his word, for he rocked up onto his knees. Slapping his hip, Tristan ordered, “Roll over.”
Collin only hesitated an instant before obeying. Rolling onto his stomach, he just caught Tristan’s movement as he grabbed the lube that’d been tossed on the bed earlier. He still couldn’t believe the shifter had asked his father for lube. Collin would never dream of doing something like—
All Collin’s thoughts ceased when Tristan gripped his ass cheek in one hand and slid one finger of his other hand deep into his channel.
Tangling his fingers in the comforter, Collin groaned. He spread his legs wider and canted his hips, pushing up into Tristan’s hands. Tristan didn’t disappoint. He forced in a second finger, quickly crooked them, and applied pressure to his gland.
Collin growled. He buried his face in the comforter and didn’t fight his body’s instinctual needs. Rocking up and down then up again, pressing into his lover’s bliss-giving fingers, Collin worked for more. Tristan didn’t stop him, didn’t fight him, just allowed Collin to take the pleasure he wanted.
When Tristan slid another finger inside him, stretching his chute even wider, beads of sweat broke out all over his body. He tensed at the increased pressure as a painful burn enveloped his channel.
After a few seconds just focusing on his breathing, Collin registered the touch of Tristan’s other hand. His lover gently petted up and down his spine. He leaned against his other ass cheek, his long slender prick riding his inner thigh, as he kissed his shoulder.
All the while, Tristan whispered soft words of lust and encouragement. “Gods, Collin,” he crooned. “You’re so beautiful like this. Your channel is so hot and tight. I can’t wait to slide my cock in you, baby.” More kisses and nibbles, followed by, “Just relax, my sweets. Relax and let me make you feel so good. That’s the way.”
As Tristan talked, Collin began to relax. Slowly, his lover started moving his fingers again. The burn disappeared, replaced by a craving for more...an itch Tristan’s fingers just didn’t seem to scratch.
Collin groaned. He pressed back into his lover. “More,” he pleaded. “Please more. I’m ready.”
Tristan nipped at his shoulder, then slowly eased his fingers free of his channel. A second later, Collin felt the press of Tristan’s cockhead against his hole. He let out a slow breath as he pushed out. His lover’s head popped past his ring of muscle.
Groaning, Collin shuddered at the wide stretch.
His hands sliding up Collin’s sides, Tristan settled over his back. “You okay?” he asked, his voice husky with need.
“God, yes,” Collin responded. “More.”
Tristan once more took him at his word and began moving. He rocked forward and back, sinking his prick deeper and deeper. When Collin felt his lover’s balls rub against his ass and his thighs press against Collin’s own, Tristan let out a long, low hiss.
Collin moaned at the feeling of fullness. He’d forgotten how much he enjoyed the stretch, the feeling of being taken. His cock twitched as his channel muscles flexed around the long, slender erection filling him.
Tristan rested one hand on the comforter beside Collin’s shoulder. The other hand he wrapped around his body and palmed Collin’s abs. He rested his forehead on Collin’s neck and groaned. “Fuck, this isn’t going to take long. Been too long,” he admitted.
Collin clenched around his lover and chuckled roughly upon hearing the low growl that escaped his man.
Fuck yeah, my man.
“Fuck me, lover,” Collin demanded. “I told you I wanna feel you.”
“Anything my mate wants,” Tristan snarled.
Tristan pulled out nice and slow, and Collin felt every inch of his lover as he moved inside him. When his lover reversed and began pushing back into him, Collin groaned at the sensations. His lover’s prick felt so hot, so intense, so different than a condom-covered prick.
“So good,” Collin panted. “Yeah, fuck me.”
Tristan hissed and sped up his strokes. The sound was so low Collin thought he could feel the vibrations in his own chest. He moaned at the myriad of sensations.
“Hell, yeah,” Tristan snarled. “Love how you feel. Love having you wrapped around my cock.” He adjusted his angle and sped up his rut. “Wanna fuck you forever.”
Collin gasped and shuddered as Tristan nailed his prostate. Then, Tristan lowered his hand and wrapped his fingers around Collin’s prick.
“Oh, yes!” Collin bucked in his lover’s grip. He clamped down on Tristan’s cock, milking him with each stroke as he felt his own balls tighten against his body. “Yes, oh fuck, yes. So good.”
“That’s it, my mate,” Tristan snarled. “Come on my cock. Show me how much you like my shaft spearing your body.” As he spoke, he tightened his fist, jacking him swiftly in time with his hip’s rhythm.
Collin groaned. “Y-Yeah,” he mumbled. “You, too.” He clamped his chute muscles down on his lover’s erection. “Wanna feel you fill me up,” he whined.
Tristan growled. “Yesss,” he hissed.
The sound of his lover’s pleasure, the feel of him bucking, losing control, and the feel of the hot seed filling his ass, tipped Collin over the edge. Hollering loudly, he gave up the fight. His orgasm ripped through his body. He shuddered and shook, his body caught in the throes of bliss.
Just as his pleasure crested and he felt as if he were coming down off the other side, Collin felt Tristan’s teeth scrape up his neck. He tilted his head, allowing his lover more room, since he seemed to enjoy sucking his tendons so much. Pain slashed through his shoulder.
Collin shouted, then groaned. Just as quickly as the pain began, it stopped. Tingles of heat prickled down his chest, making his nipples ache, then down his treasure trail to his groin. His cock thickened once more as his balls tried to crawl up inside his body.
An orgasm of epic proportions blasted through him. Black spots clouded his vision. He shook and moaned in bliss as he floated on heady endorphins.
Collin grunted. He turned his head and smiled. Through eyes at half-mast, he watched Tristan lean over the tub and check the temperature of the water pouring from the nozzle. Evidently, he didn’t like it, for he twisted the knobs a bit, then checked again.
That must have done it, for Tristan turned and, realizing Collin watched him, he smiled a cat-that-ate-the
-cream smile. As his lover sauntered naked back to the bed, Collin admired the smaller man’s lean lines and strong, slender frame. Possessive pride filled him that this sexy man was his lover.
“I don’t want to share you.”
Collin felt his eyes widened at the words he’d just blurted out. Damn, he’d never been jealous a day in his life, but fuck! The idea of another man touching this man’s smooth pale skin, threading his fingers through his short light-brown hair, had him suddenly seeing red.
Tristan chuckled. “That’s good.” He settled on the side of the bed. “Because as your mate, you’re the only one I can get it up for anyway.”
“Really?” Collin gasped. “Like, at all?”
Nodding, his eyes narrowed, Tristan softly growled, “Know that I won’t share you, either.”
“That sounds perfect,” Collin responded quickly. His gaze tracked over his lover’s face, down his neck to his tight abs, to the half-mast prick still gleaming with just a touch of lube. He felt the cum drying on his own skin, felt how it was starting to cause his skin to itch, and he glanced at the tub. Grinning at his lover, he tilted his head. “That about ready for us?”
“Hell, yeah,” Tristan responded. “Come on.”
Tristan held out his hand.
Collin took it. He laughed in surprise when Tristan effortlessly pulled him to the edge of the mattress, then grabbed his thigh and spun his legs over the side of the bed. Grinning, Tristan released his thigh and tugged his hand again, this time just helping him to his feet.
“Very impressive,” Collin stated, following Tristan to the Jacuzzi. “I never would have guessed you were that strong.”
Tristan climbed into the tub, then sat on the edge as Collin climbed in beside him. “Shifters are stronger, faster, and heal more swiftly. That’s probably why we live for centuries.” His brows furrowed. “Uh, guess I should have mentioned this before, but, your aging is going to slow so you’ll live as long as me. You’ll heal faster and gain some strength, too.”
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