“You’ll scream for me,” James growled as he released his dick and poured lube on his fingers. “You’ll beg to come.” As James stroked himself slowly, he felt between Logan’s cheeks, his fingertips brushing over the toy’s base, jostling it. “There enough lube on this?”
Grunting at the sensation, Logan managed to nod once. “Hurry the fuck up!” he snarled.
James chuckled roughly. “Oh, yes, we will fuck.”
Removing his fingers from Logan’s crack, James used that hand to grip his cheek and push the globe sideways. Logan returned his focus down to the blanket. He closed his eyes, reveling in the sensations coursing through him as James grabbed the plug and pulled it out oh-so-slowly. Logan groaned when he felt his lover release the toy with it only partway out and his body seemed to suck it back into him, pegging his prostate. Sparks shot through his groin as the skin on his thighs goose bumped.
“J-James,” he grunted.
James began to repeatedly move the butt plug in and out of his rectum. Logan attempted to lift his hips, to push into the touches, but his lover used the hold on his cheek to keep him still. He had no hope against the shifter’s strength and his cock flexed and oozed at the display of dominance as well as the exquisite pleasure sparking along his nerve endings as James continually pegged his gland.
While Logan had been dreaming about tapping James’ ass all week, he really wanted, needed even, to feel his lover claim him. His entire body felt strung tighter than a bowstring and he felt as if he ached. He didn’t know if he’d ever needed another the way he did James right at that moment.
Turning his head, Logan rested his cheek on the blanket and peered at his lover out of the corner of his eye. James seemed transfixed on Logan’s ass as he continued to work the plug, watching how his hole stretched around the toy as he moved it. The man straddled Logan’s thighs, seemingly ignoring his own cock, which jutted from his dark thatch of curls, twitching and oozing.
Logan gripped the blanket with his fingers. “Please, stop playing,” he hissed, his body shivering as more pre-cum oozed from him when James’ gaze switched to Logan’s face, a self-satisfied grin curving his lips.
“Are you ready for me to sink my cock into you?”
“That is the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard you ask,” Logan snapped. “What the fuck do you think?”
James had the audacity to laugh. Still, Logan couldn’t complain since at that second, he pulled the plug all the way out and tossed it to the blanket. Logan grunted at the empty feeling in his ass. Fortunately, James guided his cock to his hole.
When the shifter’s cock head pressed against his opening, Logan again tried to lift his hips. Once more, his lover held him down. “Relax and let me in,” James urged, thrusting into him.
Upon feeling his lover’s cock head pop past his guardian muscle, Logan sighed, forcing the tension from his body. That one move seemed to suck James’ dick into him fully. Within seconds, Logan felt stretched to capacity, the skin of his rectum stinging deliciously, as he felt James’ balls nestle against his crack.
Finally, James released his ass. Logan shifted, expecting his lover to allow him up to his hands and knees. Instead, he felt the full weight of the shifter plaster to his back.
“Wh—”
“Hush,” James crooned. “Feel me inside you? Stretching you wide?” James moved his hips slowly in a circle, massaging Logan’s stretched ring. “You’re mine, Logan. My mate. Say it,” he demanded.
“Hell, yeah,” Logan instantly responded, helpless to do anything but give in to the sexy man mounting him. “I’m yours.”
Chapter Twelve
Upon hearing Logan’s breathless words, Jimmy struggled to remain still. He wanted to ream his mate’s ass so badly, fill him with his seed, bite his neck, and bond their lives together. However, he wanted to drive his lover out of his mind even more.
Jimmy sprawled over his mate, his dick buried deep into Logan’s ass while his legs bracketed the outside of his human’s legs. Pressing his chest into Logan’s back, Jimmy moved his arms from where they rested on either side of his lover’s torso. He gripped Logan’s hands, easing his mate’s death-grip on the blanket and twining their fingers together.
Blanketing Logan, Jimmy reveled in the heat gripping his dick coupled with the solid feel of his mate beneath him. He rested his forehead against the nape of Logan’s neck and breathed in his scent for several seconds. Feeling Logan’s hands tighten and relax, he enjoyed how his mate’s body shuddered restlessly beneath him.
“Thank you for giving us this chance,” Jimmy whispered before he began mouthing the skin beneath his lips. He also started rocking his hips, barely moving his shaft within the clenching confines of Logan’s body. He couldn’t ever remember feeling anything as exquisite as this moment in his life. “I will do everything in my power to make this transition as easy as possible for you,” he murmured, meaning every word of his vow.
“This isn’t a chance,” Logan growled, bucking violently. “You’ve already gotten my heart, you fucker. If you think this is just a possible thing between us, get the fuck off of me.”
Shocked by not only the sudden movement of the man under him, but the angry scent oozing from his pores, Jimmy almost toppled sideways. He regained his balance quickly, his wolf’s instincts driving him to establish dominance.
Jimmy tightened his hold on Logan’s hands. He tensed his thighs and pressed harder with his pelvis for several seconds. Then, he rocked his hips backward, pulling his erection part way free of Logan’s channel before reversing direction and slamming back into him. Delicious sparks tingled through his groin, sending pleasure coursing through his body, and it took a moment to get himself under control.
Remembering Logan’s angry words gave Jimmy the strength to cease his mindless rutting. He sank his dick deep into Logan and stilled his hips. “Your heart?” Jimmy rumbled gruffly. “I have your heart?” He really needed to confirm what he’d heard, to verify it wasn’t just his imagination or wishful thinking.
Logan glared over his shoulder at him. “Yeah, James. I fucking love you, but you knew that would happen when you demanded your restitution be me caring for you.” His eyes narrowed, but Jimmy wasn’t certain if it was still in anger or to shield his eyes and shutter his expression. “You knew it’d happen. Admit it.”
“I knew it’d be next to impossible to resist consummating our mating,” Jimmy admitted, unwilling to lie to his mate. “I had hoped you’d come to care for me anyway.” Not wanting to discuss this in the middle of sex, he leaned forward awkwardly and pressed his lips to Logan’s own.
Thrusting his tongue into his mate’s mouth, Jimmy swept his appendage around his lover’s cavity, licking and nipping at his tongue and teeth. Finally, he jerked his head up, ending the kiss. Peering into Logan’s eyes, he whispered, “Logan, I love you, and it ain’t just the fact that I have my dick in your ass. I love your sense of honor and loyalty. I love what you’ve overcome and the man you’ve become. Having you stand at my side would bring me honor.”
Logan stared at him hard for several seconds, his neck craned awkwardly, his mouth slightly parted as he panted heavily. Finally, he jerked a nod. “Fighting is stupid. Fuck me and finish the claiming.” Then, he smirked. “And make me come at least twice more.”
Jimmy barked a laugh. “As you wish, my mate.”
After sliding his cock halfway out, Jimmy reversed direction. He started a slow rhythm of thrusting and retracting, driving into his mate over and over. Keeping the other man pinned to the blanket, he refused to allow his mate any control, his wolf needing some measure of domination over his mate.
“You take my cock so beautifully,” Jimmy crooned, sliding in and out of his mate. “You feel so good massaging my dick, your chute rippling around me.” As he spoke, he adjusted the angle of each thrust until Logan moaned and his channel fluttered around him. “Ah, there it is,” Jimmy stated smugly.
Continuing to
stab that one spot inside his mate with each thrust, Jimmy stimulated his mate’s gland without mercy. He soaked himself in the soft growls and grunts coming from the man beneath him, the twitching and shivers racking the body beneath his own. While he felt his own balls tighten and the base of his spine tingled, he refused to come before his mate.
Jimmy lowered his mouth to the point where Logan’s neck met his shoulder and started sucking up a mark. Scraping his teeth along the pulse point, he watched goose bumps break out over the skin of Logan’s arms.
“Feel good?” Jimmy growled out. “Your balls are so tight, aren’t they?”
“Fuck, yeah. Love your cock driving into my ass,” Logan gasped back.
“Just wait until it’s the other way around,” Jimmy whispered, purposefully blowing his warm breath across the skin he’d been sucking on. “I’ll squeeze your cock so good, wrapping it in the tight heat of my body.” As he talked, he sped up his own thrusts, rutting into his lover, making certain to drill Logan’s prostate with each plunge. “Your balls will pull tight. Your cock will ache. Your spine will tingle. You’ll lose all control. You’ll drive into me over and over as you mindlessly seek your pleasure.”
As Jimmy spoke, he felt his own balls pull tight. He knew he was about to succumb to his own imaginings and his own asshole clenched in anticipation. Soon, he promised himself. He knew from Logan’s dominance that his mate would have no trouble topping…he just felt grateful that his human had turned out to be the occasional switch, too.
Jimmy needed to push his mate over the edge, so he whispered, “I’ll clamp around your dick and your hips will buck wildly as you spill your seed into my ass, breeding me as you’ve never done another.”
While Jimmy didn’t know if that was true, it seemed to be the last straw, throwing his mate over the edge into bliss. Logan’s chute fluttered around Jimmy’s shaft, then clamped down on him. “J-James!” Logan screamed as his fingers held Jimmy’s tightly, nearly to the point of pain.
“Sh-Shit!” Jimmy ground out, feeling his own orgasm yanked from him.
His cock spurted. After the first couple of streams, his body bucking as the fire of bliss roared through his system, feral desires swamped him. Even as he withdrew his cock so he could spill the rest of his seed on his mate’s back, his canines lengthened and he bit deeply into Logan’s neck.
Logan roared. His entire body jolted as if electrocuted, then a pleasure-pain-filled moan filled the clearing.
Jimmy growled around his mouthful of flesh, reveling in the sexy noise echoing around them, drowning out the sounds of the stream. Nothing could beat the sound of the pleasure he gave his mate. As Jimmy swallowed down Logan’s metallic-flavored life-blood, another spurt of seed pulsed from his dick. Rubbing his jerking cock along the valley of Logan’s ass-cheeks, Jimmy rubbed his seed into his mate’s skin.
Satisfaction and pride warred inside Jimmy as he carefully extracted his teeth. He licked the mating mark clean, sealing the wound. Lifting his head, he peered down at Logan, pleased to see a relaxed, satiated expression on his face.
Jimmy winked. “Satisfied?” he teased.
Logan got his elbows under him, then twisted and peered down their bodies. “You weren’t kidding about marking me,” he commented. Smirking, he waggled his brows, softening the comment. “You gonna let me do that to you?”
Grinning, Jimmy flopped onto his back and looked over at his lover. “Yep.”
His brows shooting up, Logan’s eyes widened. “You’re serious.”
Jimmy reached over and cupped Logan’s jaw. He urged the man forward and sealed their mouths together in a slow slide of lips. Alternating between light sucking kisses to Logan’s bottom lip and dipping his tongue into his mate’s mouth, Jimmy took his time claiming his man’s mouth.
Once breathing became paramount, Jimmy drew back and smiled at Logan. He shifted his grip a bit so he could slide his thumb over the scars on his cheek. When Jimmy had first done that, he’d figured out pretty quickly that his touching the mark had caused Logan discomfort, so for his human to nuzzle into his touch instead, warmed him from the inside out.
“I do love you, Logan,” Jimmy murmured softly. “You’ve given me the greatest honor in choosing to stay with me.” He’d feared he’d be forced to leave his pack, and while technically this wasn’t his birth pack, he’d been welcomed by Alpha Diego, Alpha Abbott’s father, and he was making a home here.
“Yeah, I do need to talk to you about that,” Logan mumbled, turning his head and kissing Jimmy’s fingers.
Jimmy couldn’t hide the stiffening of his body or the way his arms tensed. Logan shook his head, then levered over him, resting one hand on Jimmy’s chest and idly rubbing his nipple. “It’s not what you think. I’m gonna need some time to move my mom out here, and I need to know how to get permission to have my friends and their gargoyle mates visit,” he explained. “They’ve offered to bring my tools.”
With his mate’s hand on him, rubbing lightly over his beading nub, Jimmy struggled to concentrate. This wasn’t the first time Logan had mentioned his mother, but with how he’d commented about being supported by his friends, he’d made the assumption that she’d passed…especially with how he’d changed the subject so quickly. Why hadn’t Jimmy thought to press the issue?
Then, Logan’s words actually clicked to Jimmy, and he asked, “You think she’ll be willing to move?”
Logan nodded once. “During her fight with ovarian cancer last year, she lost a lot of muscle mass. She’s in an Assisted Living community, now, still going through rehabilitation. If we can find a good place around here, I can convince her to transfer.”
“She’d do that?” Jimmy couldn’t hide his surprise.
Giving him an odd look, Logan nodded again. “Sure. I’m not gonna tell her about paranormals or anything.” He rolled a shoulder and while smirking, added, “Not unless she finds a mate.” He winked, then continued. “But she’s always encouraged me to find someone to love and who’ll love me, too.” He rolled over and settled onto his back, staring up at the night sky. He pillowed his hands behind his head and commented, “I’d always blown her off, ya know?”
Jimmy nodded absently. He did know. While his parents had understood why he’d never had a serious relationship, his human friends in the military hadn’t understood. After the first tour, when he’d arranged his missing in action status, he’d learned not to make much in the way of friends the second time around. Having to cut all ties grew painful.
“So, your mother survived ovarian cancer,” Jimmy murmured. “That’s amazing.”
“She’s in remission, yeah,” Logan stated carefully.
Understanding, Jimmy rolled to face his lover and wrapped his arm over the other man’s torso, offering silent comfort. Logan smiled up at him and placed one hand on Jimmy’s own where it’d landed on Logan’s tattooed pectoral.
Tracing the lines under his fingertips, Jimmy asked, “Does this have anything to do with it?”
Logan snorted. “Nah.” Grinning, he told him, “I just happen to like tats.” Suddenly, he sobered and cocked his head. “You’re a pretty wolf. Can I get your picture on me somewhere? Maybe my shoulder or my back?”
Jimmy’s jaw sagged open, shocked at the offer. He struggled with words, not certain how to explain how honored he felt by Logan’s request.
Evidently, Logan misinterpreted his hesitation, for he hurried to say, “I don’t have to or anything. I just thought it’d be cool.” He rolled a shoulder in a half shrug. “There are others I want.”
“I’d be honored…flattered…I—damn!” Jimmy ran out of words.
“Okay,” Logan’s grin dominated his face, the corner of his eye crinkling oddly with the scar tissue around it.
Jimmy thought that only gave him a roguish look that he appreciated all the more. No one could hold a candle to his mate in sexiness. “So, you mentioned tools,” he said, eager to discuss his mate moving up there.
Logan nodded. “Yeah, I hope you don’t mind, but I was looking at your property and found a great location for a shop. I’ve uh—” He cleared his throat and his gaze slid sideways, peering over Jimmy’s shoulder. “I’ve always been good with tools and thought maybe, while the guys were here…” His voice trailed off, stalling, obviously uncertain.
“Hey,” Jimmy crooned, rubbing his chest. “You can tell me anything,” he assured, hoping his mate would open up and express his wishes. “Ask anything.”
“I’m a partner in a construction company,” Logan admitted. “Marty and Matthew have already agreed to buy out my share, but, well, I’m hoping while they’re here, you wouldn’t mind me building a shop on your land.” He spoke quickly, obviously trying to get the words out. “I could start a furniture business or something…maybe remodeling.” He shrugged. “I just started looking into it, so I’m not real sure, yet.”
Jimmy wouldn’t have been able to contain his grin, even if he’d tried…so he didn’t. “Fuck, man, all you have to do is ask!” His excitement and anticipation coursed through him. “As you know, I’ve been given a clean bill of health.” He winked. “I can swing a hammer with the best of them. I’d be happy to help you build whatever you decide.”
Logan squeezed the hand he held, cradling it to his chest. “I’m sure you can,” he murmured. “Just the idea that you’re willing is enough.”
Brows lifting, Jimmy smirked. “You don’t think I can swing a hammer?”
Chuckling, Logan squeezed his hand again before reaching out and threading his fingers through Jimmy’s hair. Then, he settled his hand on his nape and massaged gently. “My lover, you’ll be too busy with your pack shit, but if you ever have a spare moment, then, yes. I’d be happy to give you a hammer.”
Jimmy chuckled, relief filling him that his mate didn’t think him incompetent. “Very well then. I can live with that.” Hell, now that he’d been given a clean bill of health, he knew he’d have plenty of reports to catch up on. Being the beta of a pack wasn’t all running around howling at the moon and telling the other shifters what the alpha wanted. No, it was keeping tabs on everything that went on in the area…something that they’d been sorely lacking, evidently.
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