Lifting his hand toward Enforcer Charon, Maelgwn indicated that the shifter should head the way Tristan had just disappeared. Everyone began filing out of the clearing, even Grigoris leading Aaden and Roman with Tian. Sumak and Andre relaxed against a tree, talking quietly together.
Galen slowly crossed to Jerome, his smile tentative. “Hey, little brother,” he murmured. His gaze flicked to Aziel and the mark on the huge man’s neck. “Congratulations.”
Jerome grinned up at Galen, then flinched as Perseus slid a needle and thread through his skin. “Thanks,” he responded gamely. Doing his best to ignore Perseus, who murmured that he was nearly finished, Jerome added, “Galen, this is Aziel Boltson. My mate.”
Galen lowered to his knees near Jerome’s head, Sabra at his side. Holding out his hand, he grinned at Aziel. “It’s good to meet you.”
Chapter Twelve
“Finished showing your brother around the estate?”
Aziel glanced up from where he worked at the writing desk in the suite. He’d been finishing the write-ups for the last couple of samples. After jotting down the last few words to his project, Aziel dotted the final sentence and put down his pen.
“Yeah, Sabra loved the garden, just like you thought she would,” Jerome told him, crossing to his side. “Thought the climbing Gloriosa lilies were absolutely stunning.”
Smiling at his lover, Aziel grabbed his waist and pulled Jerome onto his lap. “Good,” he replied, nuzzling his face against his neck. “I saw the way she stared at the lilies in the urns on the back deck. Figured she’d love the climbing Gloriosas.”
“You’re so very observant,” Jerome murmured, tipping his head to give Aziel more room. “It’s one of the things I love about you.”
With his preoccupation with Jerome’s neck, Aziel didn’t process his man’s comment right away. Aziel found himself more and more tempted to bite his lover, to mark him, with each moment that passed. Nipping and licking along the tendon, he enjoyed the slightly salty taste of Jerome’s skin as he wondered what his blood would taste like.
Jerome tasted my blood and loved it. I loved his bite, too. What would it be like to—wait, what?
Aziel snapped his head up. “Did you just say you love me?”
Jerome grinned back at him. “Caught that finally, huh?”
“Did you?” Aziel pressed.
He rubbed his right hand up and down Jerome’s spine, taking a second to slip his hand under his lover’s shirt. Skimming his fingers over his lover’s smooth skin, he relished the ability to touch. His shifter had finally fully healed after the fight with the enforcers a few days before, allowing him full access to touch once more.
“Do I need to say it first?” Aziel rumbled huskily. “I will, you know. Because I do love you, Jerome Laguna.”
Aziel’s heart sped up in his chest as he thought of the conversation he’d had with Aaron. While his brother had been concerned by the fact that he was suddenly professing to have fallen for a man, he hadn’t been derogatory or anything. He’d done his best to answer Aziel’s questions about love, too.
Talk about something that was nigh on impossible to describe.
Instead, Aaron had been reasonably understanding and had even seemed happy that he’d found someone to share his life with. Evidently, Aaron had grown concerned that he’d never had a significant other. His brother even planned to bring his wife down and visit him in a few months.
Jerome leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to Aziel’s lips. “Yeah,” he whispered. “I love you, too.”
Warmth beyond measure flooded Aziel’s body. His heart thudded in his chest. For some reason, even the hairs on his arms stood on end.
Weird.
Dismissing the odd reaction, Aziel gripped the hem of Jerome’s shirt and tugged it over his head. He rested one hand on his lover’s hip to hold him steady as he skimmed his fingertips along the warm flesh covering his ribcage. Lowering his head, he nipped at Jerome’s bottom lip.
“I got the all clear on my leg today,” Aziel revealed, nibbling his way along Jerome’s jawline. “Stitches out and everything.”
“Oh, yeah?” Jerome responded huskily. His eyelids lowered to half-mast as he rubbed his palms over Aziel’s torso. “Got some way you want to celebrate?” As he spoke, he flicked his thumbs over Aziel’s beaded nipples through his t-shirt.
Sucking in a harsh breath as sparks of pleasure burst across Aziel’s chest. He growled softly and grinned, figuring it looked a little feral judging by the way Jerome’s breath caught in his throat. Sweeping his gaze over his lover’s torso, he shuddered as he lowered his second hand to Jerome’s waist.
“Yes,” Aziel growled. “Yes, there is something I want to do to celebrate.”
As Aziel spoke, he rocked forward to stand. For once in his life, he appreciated how damn big he was. Jerome wasn’t small, by any means, but Aziel was still able to lift and carry him.
Aziel wrapped his right arm tightly around Jerome’s waist. The left he used to cradle his shifter’s ass. Swinging his lover just a little, Aziel used the position to urge Jerome to wrap his legs around his waist.
Jerome wrapped his arms around Aziel’s shoulders. He grinned as he tightened his legs. Rocking with each step, Jerome blatantly pressed his erection against Aziel’s with each step.
Moaning softly, Aziel squeezed the cheek he held in his palm. “And it seems you would be happy to enjoy what I want to do,” he growled, rocking his hips exaggeratedly, so his own cock rubbed against Jerome’s. “I’ve been thinking about doing it since you did me.”
“Oh, yeah?” Jerome grinned widely and waggled his brows. “You gonna fuck me, big guy?” He tightened his legs and rubbed against Aziel’s body. “You gonna sink this huge dick of yours into my tight ass and drive us both wild?”
Aziel entered the bedroom and crossed to the bed, letting out a low groan at the imagery. “Oh, hell, yeah,” he rumbled huskily. “Yeah, I’m going to do that.” Gently, Aziel laid Jerome on the mattress. Leaning over his lover, resting his weight on either side of him, he gave his man a feral grin. “But that’s not what I have in mind to celebrate.”
Jerome stared up at him, confusion in his eyes. “What then?”
Licking his lips, Aziel skimmed his fingertips over Jerome’s collarbones. He scraped his nails lightly down his pectorals, over his stomach, and into the waistband of his low-slung jeans. Teasing beneath the waist, he rubbed at what he knew was the sensitive skin of his V.
With his thumb, Aziel popped the button of Jerome’s zipper. He lowered his head and gripped the tab of the zipper with his teeth. Ever so carefully, he began lowering the zipper.
“A-Aziel,” Jerome gasped, trembling beneath him. “Wh-What are you doing?”
That close to Jerome’s groin, Aziel’s nostrils were filled with the smell of his lover’s musk. He inhaled deeply, relishing the dark flavor. The desire to bury his nose in Jerome’s pubic hairs and take in a big whiff hit him like a punch to the gut.
Can’t wait.
Slipping the fingers of one hand between the fabric of the jeans and the skin of Jerome’s erection, Aziel made certain he didn’t catch the sensitive skin on any of the zipper’s teeth. That would have been a total buzz-kill. He just resisted the urge to rub his fingers over the silky-smooth skin of Jerome’s dick as he revealed his lover’s swollen flesh.
Once Aziel finally had the zipper all the way down, he lifted his head and met Jerome’s wide-eyed gaze. He grinned, pleased to have put that look on his face. “I’m going to celebrate both our good healths by sucking your cock.” He didn’t wait for an answer. Instead, Aziel stuck out his tongue and swiped it up the length of Jerome’s mostly exposed prick.
The slightly salty flavor burst upon Aziel’s tongue. Far more concentrated than the sweat of Jerome’s neck, he hummed in appreciation. His own prick throbbed in his jeans, the hairs on his nape stood on end, and even goose bumps rose on his flesh, his entire bod
y thrumming with arousal.
Seeing the bead of pre-cum ooze from Jerome’s half-exposed slit, Aziel swiped his tongue over his lover’s crown. He pushed under his lover’s foreskin, massaging his man’s flared crown. Hearing Jerome’s throaty moan, feeling his body tremble beneath his hands, Aziel drew his tongue back into his mouth and hummed appreciatively at the taste of Jerome’s pre-cum.
Yum.
Aziel lifted his head and met Jerome’s gaze. “I’m going to suck you off,” he rumbled, finally answering his lover. As he spoke, he gripped the waist of his shifter’s jeans and tugged them down and off his legs, taking Jerome’s shoes and socks with them. “I’m going to learn the taste of your dick, trace each vein, and map your balls. I’m going to rub my face against your groin and cover myself in your scent.” Aziel pushed Jerome farther up the bed, then followed him up, unable to stop touching, stop teasing the edges of his lightly haired groin with his fingertips. “I’m going to drink your seed, fill my belly with your warm essence.”
Seeing Jerome sprawled out on the bed before him, Aziel growled softly as he admired the man. His lover was lean, toned and strong, with a nearly flat stomach and long limbs. He had faint body hair that felt fantastic rubbing against Aziel’s smoother skin.
“God, you’re so fucking stunning,” Aziel rumbled. Meeting Jerome’s hot gaze, he grinned. “And all mine.”
Jerome’s eyes dilated at his declaration. His breathing hitched. His nostrils flared.
“Yeah, I’m yours,” Jerome whispered.
Growling softly, Aziel snarled, “Hell, yeah.”
The twitch of Jerome’s dick caught Aziel’s attention, and he couldn’t wait a second longer. Even nerves at knowing he’d never sucked a dick, the fear of not doing it well or right, were pushed to the back of his mind by his need. Lowering his head, he opened his mouth and wrapped his lips around Jerome’s swollen crown.
Jerome’s moans were sweet music to Aziel’s ears. His lover’s flavor exploded on his tongue, causing his mouth to water. Even the musky smell of Jerome’s groin filling his nostrils nearly made his eyes roll back into his head in pleasure.
Everything about Jerome stimulated Aziel beyond reason. He couldn’t wait to try everything with his man.
And now that we’re both healthy again...
Dismissing his thoughts, Aziel focused on the dick in his mouth. He suckled softly for a few minutes, listening to Jerome’s soft moans. Sinking down farther, he took as much as he could into his mouth. The thick head of Jerome’s cock hit the back of Aziel’s throat, stimulating his gag reflex. For a few seconds, he was able to ignore it before it forced him to draw partway off.
Aziel lifted one hand from Jerome’s hip. He gently cradled his balls. The soft skin of his lover’s sack felt like velvet in his hand. As he lowered back down on Jerome’s prick, he oh-so-gently began to roll the orbs hidden within.
“O-Oh, fuck,” Jerome whispered. He spread his legs wider, offering more room. “S-So good. Gods, you’re a fucking natural. Close.”
Pleasure filled Aziel at hearing Jerome’s babbled words. Sucking hard on Jerome’s dick, he hummed as he slowly drew off. He visualized sucking Jerome’s cream from him, using the man’s dick like a straw.
His hum turned to a moan at his thoughts, his own balls rolling. His cock twitched within the confines of his jeans. He pressed the heel of his hand to his fly, stemming his desire to pull his prick out and tug.
With the hand cradling Jerome’s balls, Aziel dipped the tips of his forefingers farther down. He massaged the soft flesh just behind his lover’s balls. A shudder immediately worked through Jerome, and he released a spurt of pre-cum onto Aziel’s tongue.
Aziel felt Jerome’s hands on his shoulders, pushing in warning. He growled and hummed, sucking harder, refusing to be moved. Feeling the balls in his hand lift into Jerome’s body, he knew what was coming, and seconds later, he wasn’t disappointed.
Jerome orgasmed, filling Aziel’s mouth with his seed.
Fighting against an unexpected gag response, Aziel swallowed his lover’s cum as he eased up on Jerome’s dick. He breathed through his nose, better prepared for the next burst. Rolling the dollop across his tongue, he hummed appreciatively at the taste—salty and thick, musky, but he liked it.
Aziel found his mouth filled with a third shot and quickly swallowed. He released Jerome’s ball sack and placed both his hands on his lover’s hips. Using his thumbs, Aziel caressed the V of his crotch as he enjoyed his lover’s last bit of fluid.
Once Jerome stopped shooting, Aziel licked around his softening prick. When he was certain he’d succeeded in catching every trace of his lover’s cum, he eased off his prick. Resting his left hand on the comforter, he used his right hand to wipe his mouth.
Grinning widely, Aziel peered down at Jerome. His lover’s chest heaved. His cheeks glowed a beautiful rosy color. With heavy-lidded eyes, Jerome peered back at him.
I did that.
Stunning.
Pride filled Aziel. His cock also throbbed behind his fly, reminding him of his need. He rocked up to his knees, then made quick work of his fly, letting out a sigh of relief at the release of pressure on his erection.
Jerome cocked his head and hummed, eyeing his prick. He licked his lips. “Why don’t you strip down and bring that up here,” he whispered huskily. “Or grab the lube and slide it deep inside me.” He grinned cheekily, looking like the sexiest debauched angel. “Either would be fantastic.”
Aziel growled softly as he met Jerome’s gaze. “In a minute,” he murmured. “I’m not done celebrating.”
Jerome’s brows shot up. His dark eyes widened. “What else did you have in mind, my mate?”
Sprawling over his lover, Aziel slid his left hand into Jerome’s hair. He rested most of his weight on his other hand, so he didn’t crush his smaller man. Dipping his head, he began licking and sucking on the tendon of Jerome’s neck.
Jerome hummed and tilted his head, offering more room. “Oh, that’s nice.”
“I liked it when you bit me, Jerome,” Aziel rumbled huskily. Excitement coursed through him as the salt of Jerome’s neck mixed with the flavor of his lover’s seed still on his tongue. “Want to bite you. Mark you. Can I?”
Jerome’s breathing hitched. He rubbed his palms up Aziel’s back before he gripped his shoulder blades. His body even trembled.
“I-I’d love it if you bit me.”
Groaning at Jerome’s admission, Aziel gave into the urge he didn’t understand. He bit. It took considerable pressure to break Jerome’s skin, but he managed it.
Aziel felt warm blood ooze up around his teeth and gums right before the heavy iron taste hit his tongue. Spicy and bitter, it reminded him of good scotch. Sucking on the wound, he sought more of the heady fluid.
Jerome groaned and shuddered beneath him, his body trembling. He bucked against Aziel, rubbing against his hard cock. His balls rolled and tightened.
Too far gone in sensation, Aziel couldn’t say if Jerome was struggling against him or shivering with pleasure. As he drank down another mouthful of Jerome’s life-giving fluid, his balls pulled tight. Groaning, Aziel shuddered.
Aziel lifted his head and roared as his orgasm swelled through him. His balls unloaded, coating Jerome’s body. His hips jerked as he rutted against his lover’s groin, extending the ecstasy coursing through him.
When Aziel finally managed to form a thought in his head, he blinked to clear the spots from his vision. He peered down at Jerome. To his relief—and pleasure—he saw the blissful smile on his lover’s face.
Also noticing the blood dribbling from the bite-mark Aziel had created, he lowered his head and lapped up the tasty goodness. “Oh my god,” Aziel whispered against his flesh. “I can’t even describe—” He heaved a sigh as he loosened his hold on Jerome’s hair and gently massaged his scalp. Lifting his head, he smiled at his shifter. “Thank you.”
Jerome’s eyelids slid halfwa
y open, and he grinned loopily up at him. “Oh, my mate,” he murmured huskily. “You can do that any damn time you want.”
Realizing the mess cooling against his skin was more than just his own fluid, Aziel grinned broadly. “I’m damn glad to hear that. Gonna have to wait a few minutes before I fuck you, though.” He lowered his head and pressed a kiss to Jerome’s mouth. “You tasted so good, I came, too.”
Sighing, Jerome rubbed up and down his back. “Get naked, Aziel. We’ll shower and clean up, then start all over again.”
Aziel was more than happy to follow those instructions. “Love you,” he whispered, then pecked a kiss to Jerome’s lips and pushed from the bed.
“Love you, too,” Jerome whispered, grinning back at him.
After whipping his shirt over his head, Aziel took a second to admire his cum-covered lover and grinned. He shoved off his jeans, thinking how his life was about damn perfect. “Tub instead,” he decided, holding out his hand. “I want to hold you while I clean you.”
His otter shifter took his hand, and Aziel led him to the massive jetted tub in the bathroom.
About the Author
Charlie started writing fantasy when she was eight, and after stumbling onto her first erotic romance at age nineteen, she realized her true calling. She now focuses on writing gay erotic romance, normally of the paranormal variety, with heroes of all kinds. With the help and support of her husband, Charlie finally fulfilled one of her life-long goals... move to acreage with her horses. You can often find her curled up with her laptop and a cup of tea or glass of wine, creating her next adventure. Charlie enjoys exploring the mountains of her new Oregon home on horseback, 4-wheeler, or motorcycle.
She can be reached at [email protected] or visit her at www.charlie-richards.com
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