Broken Bones

by Deja Black

  “Oh, please. Please, Daniel.”

  The begging as Dan released the sweet ambrosia of blood from Aiden’s body urged him on, pressed him to take, to swallow and enjoy the physical release of Aiden pouring into him, of his essence merging with Dan’s own. It was precious, so enticing. Little flickers, licks against Dan’s spirit, tantalized him, touching him everywhere, sharp and pleasurable and still not enough. Dan sank in farther, greedily pulling little trickles of Aiden’s blood into his mouth, running it across his tongue, savoring the decadent flavors of spicy vanilla and cinnamon as it played over his eager taste buds. But sadly it was lacking.

  He lifted his mouth from Aiden’s skin and looked into dilated eyes, his mouth slack with passion. “Take off your clothes before I shred them.” Skin. Getting to all of Aiden’s skin was crucial. He ran his tongue along his teeth, tasting his lover, then flicked his tongue to taste the yummy drips of Aiden on his bottom lip, at the edges of his mouth. He was enflamed, burning. Aiden could stop the burn, would stop the burn just as soon as Dan was inside his tight ass, filling Aiden so full of this fire, he would overflow, pouring Dan from his pores.

  Drink his mate. Fuck his mate. Claim his mate.

  That would make it all better.

  Instead, Aiden was backing away, trying to get away from him. “Oh, this was such a bad decision. I’m sorry, Daniel.”

  Aiden tried to get up, but Dan was faster than him. Strength Dan didn’t know he possessed allowed him to grip Aiden’s wrist like a vise and wrench him back, trapping his body beneath his. Dan bent low and licked up the fragrant flow that teased him as it seeped from the gash on Aiden’s neck.

  “Not your decision to make, mate. You’ve made decisions for yourself long enough. My turn.” Dan stretched Aiden’s arms wide, licking and tasting his skin, nibbling along his collarbone. “You’re mine to take.” He tore Aiden’s T-shirt, soft and probably very expensive, from his body, eager to get to those sweet, sweet erect nipples that the fabric did little to hide. “Mine to feed from.” Dan played his tongue against the textured areola, savoring Aiden’s tiny sounds of pleasure. Using the teeth that enabled him to sip slowly from his mate, he caught the tip of a pebbled nipple and tugged, embracing the sound of Aiden’s mewing. Like a cat, Aiden’s body curved and writhed, seeking Dan’s flesh.

  “Oh, yes. That’s it, Aiden. Want me.”

  “I do, oh. I do want you, Daniel. Please, Daniel.” The begging was so nice to hear, to enjoy, as Dan covered the landscape of Aiden’s flesh. When he arrived at the jeans, jeans hiding a rigid cock he was bent on exploring, he glanced up to see Aiden’s eyes closed, his body thrusting needily. His big, strong, and very powerful mate who had used his very soul to make Keith’s miserable ass flee was whimpering and begging for him.

  “Why would you stop me, Aiden? Why stop me from taking you, from claiming you?” He wasn’t sure why now was a good time to know, not when he would much rather be pummeling Aiden’s sweet ass into the mattress, but yeah, he did.

  Gasping, Aiden responded, “Want to be sure that it’s you making this choice.” Eyes opened, gaze boring into Dan’s, searching. “Want to know that this is more than sex, than the need that fate created for us. Know that it’s more than the full moon.”

  Was that it? Well, fuck that. Dan was certain that if he didn’t get his dick so far up Aiden’s ass that the man couldn’t breathe, he would probably lose it.

  “I can promise you, Aiden, I was checking out your ass, your hands, way before I even knew about this mate thing. Has nothing to do with the moon.” Jeans tore, the rip loud against the walls. Yep, designer something. It was a shame to destroy them as nice as they looked covering Aiden’s ass, but that was precisely the issue. “I’m falling in love with you, my mate.” He was certain he was as good as already fallen.

  Good, Aiden’s feet were bare, so he wouldn’t have to struggle to remove socks or the supple leather boots the man enjoyed wearing so much. Though the boots were lush, Dan needed every bit of his man revealed.

  “I want you. Need you. This mate thing we have, me as your coimeádaí and you as my sandman? It’s a part of us but not all of us. Do you understand this? Do you want me, Aiden?”

  Eureka! Dan found gold in that tasty little bead of precum resting on top of Aiden’s glans. He licked around it, savoring his flavor as he waited for Aiden’s answer. Aiden’s sharp gasp told him exactly what that answer would be as much as Aiden grasping behind his head to get more. Dan wouldn’t move, though, wouldn’t taste again no matter how much Aiden reached for him.

  “Fuck, yes, Daniel. Gods, please.” His cry was tortured, almost sobbing with unrequited pleasure.

  Dan sank his mouth over Aiden’s hardness, drawing his cheeks in to simulate the tightness that Aiden was thrusting for. Pulling back, he blew cool breaths against the saliva-dampened skin.

  “Do you need me, Aiden?” He nipped at the cock in his hand, luxuriating in the dual softness.

  “Fuck you, Daniel. You know I do.” Aiden’s groan was pained. “Suck me, please. Swallow it.” Unable to keep his legs from moving, Aiden sought Dan’s mouth, his member curving toward his lips, eager to sink inside and feel that hot, wet tightness once more.

  “Do we have to wait any longer, Aiden? Will you accept me as your keeper, as your coimeádaí?” This was probably unfair, but Dan no longer cared about fair. He cared about keeping Aiden for his own. He cared about them becoming one, together forever, or however long forever would last. He cared about finally getting rid of Keith so they could be worry-free. He cared about claiming Aiden. Selfishly, that was all he cared about, and if driving the man crazy would help him to get over his sudden bout of doubt, then he would enjoy every torturous second.

  Dipping his tongue into Aiden’s slit, he savored and nipped again. “Come on, big guy. Answer me.”

  Aiden’s whimpers were a lovely soundtrack to the passion he was feeling, to the power pulsing through his veins. It felt awesome to have this man, this creature who had the knowledge of centuries of dominance, of control, in his fingertips, squirming helplessly beneath his own touch, begging and pleading for more of whatever Dan would give him. He moved his tongue against Aiden’s balls, thrilling a shiver from him as he rolled them back and forth between his lips. He would be able to feed here too, take pleasure and nourishment wherever he was able on the happy trail of one Aiden Kavanagh. Dan pushed his muscular thighs farther apart, making his pucker visible. The vanilla-cinnamon scent was strongest here, encouraging Dan to dip his tongue within, hungry to lap the hot flesh surround the hole he wanted so very much. He munched and bit, sucked and slurped, and made delighted sounds as Aiden cried and raged, fighting and writhing.

  His mouth wet with saliva and covered in Aiden’s scent, he sucked his finger into his mouth. “Mate?” he questioned as he inserted first one finger, then two, searching for Aiden’s prostate.

  Aiden rocked his ass up higher, making his hole more accessible to Dan’s seeking. “Oh, Daniel. Gods, Daniel. I need. I want.”

  “What do you need? What do you want, Aiden?”

  “Ohhhhhhhh, yes.”

  Bingo. Dan found it, found that button that would aid in triggering Aiden’s sexual bliss, and he stopped. Just stopped moving entirely. “Now, answer me.” He blew gently against Aiden’s skin, teasing his quivering hole. He held his legs open, remained close but still.

  “Oh, Daniel. You fucking bastard. You asshole. Shit.” No matter how Aiden twisted to get closer to his tongue, to anything that would carry him over the brink, he wouldn’t get any further relief unless he said what Dan was waiting to hear.

  “Yeah, yeah. I get that. All of it.” Gentle kiss. “Funny how those are the same words I have used to describe you once, twice. Maybe even more.” He swiped his tongue ever so lightly against Aiden, laughing, charmed by his intake of breath. “But if you want more, want me to fuck that pretty little hole of yours, I want more too. Now, answer me.” For emphasis, Dan dipped his finger in, rimmed him
once, and listened to the muted sobs Aiden emitted.

  “Ugh, this is not fair, not right, Daniel. I thought you were a better man, oh God, than to, uhhh, use sex to get what you. Oh, there, there. Get what you. Fuck!” One more swipe along Aiden’s dick, swallowing Aiden’s balls, stroking but never quite there, never enough to finish.

  “You want to date. You want to get to know me. We can do all of that. As mates, as bonded. I’m not waiting any more. If holding your orgasm hostage will make it happen”—rub—“I am so not above doing it.” And there it was. Dan removed his hands, his tongue, all of it away from Aiden and waited.

  Aiden quieted, his breaths shallow. “Yes,” he said softly.

  “I can’t hear you, Aiden. A little louder, please.”

  “Yes, Daniel Tolliver. I accept you as my keeper, as my coimeádaí.”

  “And….” Dan didn’t know all the words, but he knew there had to be more in there somewhere, and he wasn’t doing anything until he was sure he had them all.

  “And I give myself, my power, into your keeping as your sandman, subject to your will and to your way so that I may rest and not be weary.” Dan rose over Aiden. Aiden looked up into his eyes and spread his beautifully carved thighs wide, opening his lovely body to Dan.

  “I don’t know what I’m supposed to say to you, Aiden. Tell me.” Taking himself in hand, he eased very slowly into Aiden’s body until the head of his cock had entered past his first ring, pausing while his lover groaned at his ingress.

  “Deeper, Dan. So good.” Aiden grunted as Dan continued pushing his length within. Aiden’s eyes closed as he accepted him, allowing Dan to push the head of his cock beyond the ring, to thrust and bury himself inside.

  “Open your eyes and talk to me, Aiden.” This was the best feeling Dan had ever known. He was wrapped in heat, Aiden’s heat. There were strong pulses along his dick from the beating of Aiden’s heart. This was almost too much, almost too fucking sweet, but he wouldn’t stop, and wouldn’t rush the joy of being fully seated to his balls in Aiden’s ass, surrounded by Aiden’s muscular wall, his dick encased.

  “You want so much, Daniel.”

  “I do, Aiden. I want your soul.” He bent to taste his sweat. “Talk to me. Tell me what my part is.”

  “Fuck, Daniel. You are the coimeádaí. You say whatever you feel, whatever is in you to say to me. Ohh, gods.” Aiden’s breaths were choppy, his legs quivering.

  Dan wasn’t the only one enjoying the bond the two were experiencing. He rocked back and forth as Aiden’s muscles relaxed around his entry.

  “Okay, then.” Dan bent down to Aiden’s neck, the flesh raw from where he first drank right after the madness of Aiden’s scent and skin drove him out of his mind. “I, Daniel Tolliver…,” he began as he licked and tasted Aiden, rocking gently back and forth while he spoke. “Take you as my sandman into my keeping, to lead and direct.” He remembered Aiden’s words of being weary. “To give you rest, to shoulder your burden.” He pushed deeper and reveled in Aiden’s sigh. “To love and honor you, to be your friend.” He watched as Aiden’s eyes widened in surprise. “Yes, love you, idiot.” He tasted ambrosia as Aiden’s blood began to trickle again as if in response to Dan’s words. “To take you as my mate until the end of my—no, our—days.” Unbidden, Dan placed his lips over Aiden’s, kissing him tenderly, lovingly, then thrust deeper, harder, forcing Aiden’s legs as wide as he could, moving his body so he could enter his core if he wanted.

  “Ugh. Ugh. Ugh,” Aiden shouted as Dan fucked his body again and again. He reached between their sweat-coated flesh and tugged at his own dick, sighing in pleasure.

  “No. Stop. Mine,” Dan growled.

  Dan pulled out of Aiden’s body and spun him over. Draping himself on top of Aiden, he reentered his splendid bottom again, pumping his cock in and out, grunting louder and louder with the effort. He took his thumbs and pulled Aiden’s cheeks open farther, straining the flesh as he drilled Aiden’s hole, encouraged by the cries and sounds of approval coming from Aiden as he chanted Dan’s name.

  “Dan. Dan. Dan. Ugh!”

  Reaching under Aiden’s body, he grabbed his dick, taking his thumb over his glans over again and again while he tried to fuck his whole body inside Aiden’s. Deeper. Deeper. More. More. Aiden fell against the pillows, his body at Dan’s mercy, completely underneath Dan’s control. He took his other hand and grasped Aiden’s hair, using a punishing grip to pull Aiden back, shoving forcefully into him while Aiden’s sweet ass rotated on his hot cock.

  “Fuck. Fuck. So, fucking good. Your ass is tight. Fits my dick so good. I want to fuck you every day, Aiden. Fuck you every day.” Dan continued to pump his hand over Aiden’s dick, timing it to the way he was grinding his dick in his ass.

  “Come, Aiden. Come, mate.”

  And as if Dan’s permission was exactly what Aiden was waiting for, Aiden did, spilling forth so much cum from being tortured for so long. His cry of joy was loud and filled with tears, his body was pummeled into the mattress by Dan’s as he sought his own orgasm. Thrusting hard through Aiden’s keening, Dan continued to ram himself into Aiden’s body. Aiden gasped as Dan shoved himself even deeper into his ass, wailed as Dan tore into his body again, slurping his blood, lustily swallowing each amazing mouthful. Dan fell against Aiden, darkness finding them both.

  IT WAS light here, the brightest place Dan had ever been. He looked down to see himself glowing, radiant glimmering light playing through his fingers, around his body, and that body naked and golden.

  “Mate,” a voice called, deep, yet trembling, fearful in its hope.

  Immediately Dan knew the voice, knew its nuances, and welcomed the joy that flooded through him.

  “I am here, Aiden. Come to me, my mate.” Dan opened his arms in invitation and watched as the flirty beams around him grew to an almost blinding brightness. Before him, revealed in all his beauty, was his mate, his sandman. There was so much blue, different shades, different hues, and they were livid. Green flowed in and around. Dan thought of Earth, its oceans, its lands. An amber glow haloed his essence. He looked at his lover before him and the happiness Aiden radiated, features appearing out of an ever-moving, blending, and twisting storm of color and light. Tall—much taller than his human form—Aiden as a sandman reached well beyond ten feet. His arms and legs were long, his hair a curtain of black along his back that floated around him. Dan didn’t know if he would call the protrusions that rose behind Aiden wings. They were much too light to help him fly, more like gold dust that moved when he did.

  Dan wanted to touch it, touch him. Aiden was his, after all, and he could. He moved forward, aware of Aiden watching him, gauging his reaction, unsure of Dan’s acceptance. “I want to touch you. Help me touch you.”

  “Coimeádaí, we are in the dream realm, the land of dreams. You may do whatever you wish.”

  Whatever he wished? Can I? Dan thought. Free of the limitations in the “real” world, Dan rose to touch him, draw his hands along Aiden’s hair, hair so soft it was like touching a newborn kitten’s belly. Dan wrapped it around his fingers and brought the mound of silken strands to his lips.

  “All of you… so beautiful, Aiden.” The wings were gossamer, and as the light moved in and out, it revealed hundreds of thousands of particles of shimmering dust. Dust. Oh, it made sense. He was a sandman, after all.

  “Not all, Daniel.” The spiritual being, this alternate of Aiden’s, looked forlorn, so lost, as he moved away from Dan.

  “No, don’t go, Aiden. Show me. Show me all of you. What makes you afraid that I will turn from you? You promised that you would reveal yourself to me. I am your mate, your keeper. We are bound. I feel your fear. You’re worried, and you have to give me the chance to prove myself, Aiden. You have to.” Dan tightened his hold on the inky blackness he grasped, pulling his lover to him. “You have kept me safe. Let me do the same for you.”

  Aiden’s eyes—or the burning holes of light—fixed themselves upon Dan, who watched as he fir
st nodded, then changed, morphed into something else entirely. Shimmering scales coated his frame, iridescent in the light. The features that had formed a face now realigned themselves, becoming a snout, and horns rose from beneath the raven-black hair, which receded, replaced by thousands of obsidian bones. His hands were tipped with talons, long and wicked. The wings at the back became pointed, the ossein, sharp and dangerous, covering every inch. Green reptilian scales glided over his frame.

  There was a glowing light, blood red. Aiden drew himself up to his full height, visually prepared himself for Dan’s rejection. This beautiful creature that was created solely for him would never see rejection. Awe, maybe. Amazement. But never rejection.

  “I am here, Aiden. You are beautiful to me. Still beautiful to me. No matter what form you take, I am here, my love.” Dan reached out to his gorgeous creature, his love, felt himself stretch, become large enough to shelter, provide sanctuary for this amazing being who needed him—a simple human—to make him a home. “You are safe. You are home.”

  DAN WATCHED over Aiden as he slept. Did sandmen sleep? He wasn’t sure, but Aiden did. For once his face was free of worry, so totally at peace that Dan almost hated to wake him. But he remembered his promise. They would get to know each other, do some fun things, and there was no time like the present. The break would be over soon, and he wanted to make the most of it before it was time to meet his kids and Keith. When he thought about Keith, though, he wasn’t afraid anymore. The time spent under his foot, at his beck and call, was over. There was life to look forward to now, and he intended to enjoy every moment of it.

  Aiden turned, his hair smoothing over the pillow while he slept.

  Dan reached out to touch him, touch “his mate,” loving those words, loving him as he sought out the heat of Dan’s body. The mark on his neck had healed quickly, nothing more than a wicked-looking scratch that called to him, but his thirst had settled now, his need satisfied. Damn, it felt good to fuck Aiden Kavanagh’s greedy hole, though. His dick didn’t have any trouble remembering, and if he didn’t simmer down his thoughts, he would be more than happy to sink into his warmth right now.