Glenn, Stormy - Scales and a Tail [Midnight Matings 2] (Siren Publishing Classic ManLove)

by Stormy Glenn

  He moved slowly at first then with increasing speed as images of Beauregard in the throes of passion filled his head. Beauregard seemed to have no inhibitions. He was willing to try and do anything.

  His mouth certainly had no filter on it. The more aroused Beauregard became, the louder his cries. Sebastian knew he was going to quickly become addicted to making his bunny scream with pleasure. At some point, he knew he needed to examine why he felt so powerful when Beauregard lost his mind.

  Right now, however, the pressure building in his balls was taking his full attention. Sebastian leaned his head back against the shower wall and spread his legs. He stroked his aching cock with one hand and moved the other one down to squeeze his balls.

  In his head, he pictured Beauregard doing it. He could almost see the man on his knees, sucking him off. That was something they hadn’t done yet, but Sebastian planned to have it on today’s itinerary. He was going to feel Beauregard’s lips around his cock if it was the last thing he did.

  He wanted to sink his hands into the man’s white hair while he fucked his mouth. Those gorgeous, plump lips of Beauregard’s were meant to be wrapped around his cock. Sebastian would bet his life on it.

  Sebastian’s breathing became short. His eyes closed. He stroked faster and faster, rubbing his thumb over the small slit in the top of his cock with each pass of his hand. His legs began to tremble as the pressure built to an unimaginable intensity.

  Sebastian suddenly stiffened and thrust his hips forward, tightening his hand as he drove his cock into his firm grip. A low groan was ripped from his lips as he came, shooting ropes of cum all over the shower wall.

  Sebastian stroked himself a few more times as he sagged back against the shower wall. That had been really intense. Sebastian didn’t know if it was the images of Beauregard sucking him off that made it better or what, but it was the most powerful orgasm he could remember having by his own hand.

  Sebastian shook his head and finished washing up. Once he was clean, he turned the water off and climbed out, reaching for a towel to dry himself off. He quickly dried off his body then his hair.

  Sebastian hung the towel over the shower door then turned toward the bathroom counter and the mirror that hung over it. He needed to brush his teeth and shave then start thinking about his day and what needed to be done so he could leave for home.

  Sebastian took one look in the mirror and let out a sound that he hoped he never heard again. It was pure terror. His eyes widened as he leaned closer to the mirror and looked at himself. Surely it was a figment of his imagination. There was just no possible way that his beautiful black hair suddenly had a streak of white in it.

  It just wasn’t possible!

  Sebastian’s hand shook as he reached up and touched the white streak. Damn, it was real. A streak of pure white hair about an inch wide was growing on the side of his head near his temple. The contrast between his own black hair and the new white hair was blaringly apparent.

  “Beauregard!” Sebastian snapped through gritted teeth.

  He pressed his lips together and stormed back into the bedroom. He just knew his little bunny had something to do with this. He spotted Beauregard sleeping, all stretched out on the mattress in total abandon, and his anger started to dwindle away.

  Beauregard really was exceptionally cute, and yes, even sexy. He was stretched out on his back, one leg straight down, one leg bent at the knee. His arms were thrown out as far as they would go on either side of Beauregard. The sheet had slipped down and was even now threatening to expose Beauregard’s morning erection.

  Sebastian groaned. He was well and truly fucked if just the mere sight of his bunny’s naked skin could take him from blistering angry to horny as hell in the space of a few seconds. If Beauregard ever learned of the influence he had, Sebastian knew he would never hear the end of it. What he needed to do was make sure that Beauregard never found out.

  Sebastian heaved a heavy sigh then walked toward his walk-in closet. He needed some time away from Beauregard so that he could consider his options. Locking the man away seemed pretty damn good right about know.

  But knowing Beauregard, even after just a number of hours, Sebastian knew the man would just escape or sweet talk his way out of whatever cage Sebastian locked him in. Sebastian couldn’t wait to see how the people back home dealt with Beauregard. He had no doubt the little bunny would be running the place within a week.

  Sebastian got dressed, pulling on a pair of black slacks and a crisp white dress shirt. He decided to forgo the suit jacket and tie for now. He could always get them later. Right now, he had to figure out what exactly he could do with the streak of white hair on his head to minimize the attention it was sure to gain.

  As he walked into the bathroom, an idea struck him. Sebastian stared at himself in the mirror for several moments then started to chuckle. He might actually be able to pull this off. As carefully as he could, Sebastian separated the white hair from the black and began braiding it. He tied a small rubber band around the bottom and let the braid fall back against his body.

  Sebastian’s hair was in no way as long as Beauregard’s which was nearly down to his waist, but it did hang nicely down to just past his shoulders. The small braid of white hair actually seemed to enhance his features, drawing attention to his square jaw and firm cheekbones. It even made his silver eyes stand out.

  Not bad.

  Satisfied that he didn’t look like a complete freak, Sebastian waked back into the bedroom. He drew the sheet up over Beauregard again then walked out of the bedroom, closing the door softly behind him.

  “Interesting hair you have there, Sebastian.”

  Sebastian rolled his eyes as he looked across the room to Galan, his second-in-command. The man was sitting at a small table by the window, a cup of coffee in one hand, a book in the other.

  “Good morning, Galan.”

  “From the noises I heard earlier, it certainly seemed to be good for one of us.”

  “I take it you haven’t found your mate yet?”

  Galan’s eyes narrowed. “What in the hell do I need a mate for?”

  Sebastian thought about the unbelievable sex he had had the previous night and the sexy little bunny sleeping in his bed then shook his head. If Galan didn’t know, Sebastian wasn’t about to tell him.

  “Don’t wait too long, my friend. The Elders stated that we only had twenty-four hours or we go feral.” Sebastian tapped his wristwatch. “Time is running out.”

  “Whatever,” Galan snorted.

  Sebastian rolled his eyes out and decided to leave Galan to his own devices. The man still had until midnight to find his mate. It was only nine in the morning now.

  “My mate is sleeping.”

  Galan snorted.

  Sebastian raised an eyebrow. “Is there something amusing about what I said?”

  “I’m surprised he’s breathing.” Galan laughed. “With all the noise you two were making last night, I thought for sure he’d be dead by now.”

  Sebastian frowned when he felt his face flush. He didn’t flush. “My mate is very enthusiastic.”

  “Apparently,” Galan snickered.

  “He’s also very flexible. He can bend in ways you’ve never even imagined.” Sebastian smirked. That should get Galan’s attention.

  Sebastian knew he was right when Galan’s grin slid away to be replaced with one that was part intrigue and part envy. “Just how flexible is he?”

  “He can lick my balls while I fuck him.”

  “Damn.”

  Galan swallowed so hard that Sebastian heard it from across the room. He chuckled and crossed the room to pour himself a cup of coffee.

  “I want a guard assigned to my mate. He’s to have one at all times.” Sebastian frowned for am moment. “You’d better make that two guards. Beauregard has trouble written all over him.”

  “I’m not sure what to address first,” Galan said, “the fact that your mate is named Beauregard or the fact that he might n
eed two guards? Is he really that much trouble?”

  Sebastian chuckled. “I suspect that he is.”

  “Trouble for the clan?”

  “No.” Sebastian shook his head. “No, I think he’s just going to be trouble for me.”

  “Does he have a problem with dragons?”

  “Not exactly. In fact, I don’t even think he’s thought about it. Beauregard is—” Sebastian frowned as he tried to figure out the best way to describe his little bunny.

  “Awake, apparently.”

  Sebastian swung around to see his sleepy mate standing in the doorway to the bedroom. He had just a sheet wrapped around his naked body and stood there, wiping his hand across his face. He looked as sexy as hell with his hair in disarray, his face glowing with sleep.

  Sebastian frowned when he noted a streak of black hair on the side of Beauregard’s face. It was in the same place as the streak of white hair on his head. Somehow, he had the deep impression that Beauregard had something to do with both streaks.

  “Good morning, bunny.”

  Beauregard blinked for a moment then frowned. “Are we back to that again? My name is Beauregard, not bunny.”

  Sebastian grinned. “I like bunny.”

  “You would.”

  Galan started laughing hysterically, drawing Sebastian’s attention. He turned to glare at his second-in-command. “Something you’d like to say?”

  “You’re mated to a bunny?”

  Sebastian winced as a low growl sounded from across the room. He could see the coming disaster before it even happened. Sebastian turned and caught Beauregard around the waist and kept him from attacking Galan.

  “No, bunny, no attacking Galan.”

  Galan looked shocked when Beauregard snarled and lunged at him despite the arms Sebastian had wrapped around the man’s waist. Beauregard might have been a bunny, but he was a damn strong bunny. It was all Sebastian could do to hold on to his struggling mate.

  “Beauregard!” Sebastian snapped. “That’s enough.”

  Beauregard stopped struggling almost as fast as he had started and turned to look up at Sebastian. “Now you use my name?”

  Sebastian chuckled and pulled Beauregard tighter against him. “I like bunny.”

  “You already said that, Sebby.”

  Sebastian blinked. “Sebby?”

  Beauregard didn’t look repentant at all as he shrugged. “If you can call me whatever you want, then I can do the same.”

  “And you couldn’t pick something more…manly?”

  “Bass, Bash, Batty, Basty, Sebby, Doodlebutt, Se—”

  “Doodlebutt?” Sebastian snapped.

  Beauregard grinned. “Yeah, makes Sebby seem pretty manly, doesn’t it?”

  “I like this guy, Sebby.”

  Sebastian growled and narrowed his eyes as he looked at his second-in-command. A puff of smoke escaped his nostrils. “Bunny may get away with calling me nicknames. You won’t.”

  Galan swallowed again as his face paled. “Sorry, Sebastian, it won’t happen again.”

  “Wow, that’s really cool,” Beauregard said. “Can you do that whenever you want?”

  Sebastian pulled away and frowned down at his bunny when the man tried to look up his nose. “What are you doing?”

  “Trying to see where the smoke comes from.” Beauregard’s head bobbed and weaved a he tried to get a better look up Sebastian’s nostrils.

  “Beauregard!”

  “Uh-oh, you’re using my name again.” Beauregard leaned back to look up into Sebastian’s face. “What did I do wrong this time?”

  “It is not polite to try and look up someone’s nose.”

  “I was just curious.” Beauregard’s lower lip slid out. “Geez, what is it with you guys and all your rules? Don’t do this. Don’t do that. It’s getting to a point where a guy has to ask permission to take a shit.”

  “Beauregard!”

  “What?”

  Sebastian groaned as Galan’s laughter filled the room. He was never going to hear the end of this. His little mate was totally incorrigible, and Galan was doing nothing to help the situation with all of his amusement.

  “Galan, bunny lost his clothes when he shifted last night. They should be somewhere near the entrance to the grand ballroom. Can you please go get them for him?”

  Galan was still chuckling as he stood to his feet and headed for the door. He paused at the doorway and glanced over his shoulder. “Anything else you need while I’m out?”

  “Food!” Beauregard shouted.

  “Uh, okay.” Galan frowned. “Any specific type of food? What do bunnies eat?”

  “I’m a rabbit, what do you think?”

  “Grass?”

  Beauregard growled and lunged. Sebastian rolled his eyes and tightened his arms around Beauregard’s waist. He could just see what his future was going to be like. He was going to spend all of his time keeping these two from fighting.

  “Galan, go and bring Beauregard back something back to eat, and no grass.”

  “Got you, boss.” Galan chuckled then left the room.

  Sebastian waited until the door shut behind Galan then turned Beauregard in his arms so they were facing each other. “Bunny, you really need to stop trying to attack Galan. He’s my right-hand man. He’s not going anywhere.”

  “Well, neither am I.” Beauregard’s lower lip slid out again.

  Sebastian had to admit he was intrigued with the way that lush lower lip stuck out of Beauregard’s mouth. It was incredibly hot and made him think of his wish from this morning—to have his cock in Beauregard’s mouth.

  Sebastian groaned and tried to rein in his libido. He had other things he needed to be concentrating on, not Beauregard’s luscious mouth. He was doing a pretty good job of controlling his baser needs until he heard Beauregard inhale sharply.

  “What?”

  “I can smell you,” Beauregard whispered as he dropped his hold on the sheet wrapped around him.

  Sebastian sniffed the air but smelled nothing. He frowned as a soft pink flush filled Beauregard’s face. “Bunny?”

  Beauregard tilted his head back, arching his neck and closing his eyes. His hands grabbed Sebastian’s dress shirt like he would crumble to the floor if he didn’t. Sebastian began to grow concerned when Beauregard moaned, his entire body trembling.

  “Beauregard, what’s wrong?”

  Was there some sort of condition that rabbit shifters had he didn’t know about? Was Beauregard going into some sort of seizure? The shaking of Beauregard’s body said that it was a very real possibility.

  Beauregard’s eyes suddenly snapped open and then Sebastian was the one inhaling sharply. The man’s violet eyes had darkened, turning dark purple. What was so eerie about it was that the white’s of Beauregard’s eyes had almost totally bled away, leaving nothing but purple orbs pinned on him.

  “Need!” Beauregard growled.

  Sebastian fell back against the table as Beauregard attacked him. There was a hint of violence in Beauregard’s movements, but Sebastian didn’t think the man intended to hurt him. Beauregard was simply trying to tear his clothes off.

  “Beauregard!” Sebastian shouted as he grabbed the bunny’s wrists and held them away from his body. He had no idea what had suddenly come over Beauregard. He also didn’t know how he felt about this feral side of Beauregard except—aroused?

  “Need!” Beauregard growled again. Instead of attacking Sebastian, he started rubbing against him.

  Sebastian blinked for a moment then pushed his leg between Beauregard’s thighs. The man instantly groaned and started riding him, moving up and down the leg thrust between his. Sebastian could feel a wet streak soak into his pant leg from the hard cock rubbing against his thigh.

  His eyebrows shot up to his hairline when Beauregard bucked against him then screamed before collapsing in his arms. The wet spot on his pant leg widened, and Sebastian knew his little bunny had just come.

  He drew in a shaky breath, trying
to calm his racing pulse. Sebastian couldn’t remember the last time he had ever seen anything so erotic in his life—if ever. He was so aroused right now he could probably come from having a leg between his thighs as well.

  Now, he was the one in need.

  “Beauregard.”

  “Huh?” Beauregard lifted his head from Sebastian’s chest and gazed up at him with dazed eyes.

  Sebastian grabbed a handful of Beauregard’s hair and tugged down until the man got the idea and dropped to his knees. He made quick work of undoing his pants and pulling his hard, aching cock out.

  A small tug on Beauregard’s hair and heaven enveloped Sebastian. He groaned and tightened his grip as Beauregard started sucking. He was right. Beauregard had the perfect lips for sucking cock. The man was a natural.

  “Fuck, Beauregard,” Sebastian groaned, “your mouth is perfect.”

  Beauregard mumbled something unrecognizable then went back to sucking and licking. Sebastian did fine, enjoyed every swipe of Beauregard’s tongue and every suck of his mouth, until Beauregard’s fingers wrapped around his balls.

  Having his balls played with, either licked or squeezed, was a personal pleasure of Sebastian’s. It felt better to him than having his nipples played with or his earlobes nibbled on. He loved it.

  When Beauregard squeezed his ball sac, Sebastian roared and filled the little bunny’s mouth with his release. Waves of unbelievable pleasure washed over him, making his knees shake and threaten to give out on him.

  Sebastian rested back against the tabletop to keep himself from collapsing on the floor as Beauregard licked him clean then carefully tucked him back into his pants, zipping him up afterwards.

  Sebastian loosened his grip on Beauregard’s hair and allowed the man to stand. Beauregard leaned into him, resting his head against Sebastian’s chest. Sebastian wrapped his arms around his bunny and rested his chin on top of Beauregard’s head.

  “So, bunny, what was that all about?” Sebastian asked after a moment of silence. “You went from zero to horny as hell in like five seconds. I’m not complaining, mind you. It was hot as hell. I just kind of wondered what that was all about.”

  “I could smell you,” Beauregard said as he leaned back so he could look up.