Macario's Salvation [Milson Valley 10] (Siren Publishing Classic ManLove)

by Jo Penn

  What Mac could do with his tongue and hands was amazing and had Fale thrashing around, moaning and trying to last as long as possible. He wanted to feel Mac inside him, have them connected in all ways, but holy magic, he never wanted Mac to stop. The man’s mouth should be given an award!

  His tongue rubbed and licked, Mac moving up and down, sliding along Fale’s cock, fingers wrapped around the base and holding it like a treat. There wasn’t much chance of Fale holding off an orgasm, Mac was too skilled, and Fale was too horny. With a loud moan and moving his hips, his balls pulled up tight, and he came, the feelings so intense he saw stars.

  Mac swallowed him down and licked him clean, kissing his way back up Fale’s body. “You taste sweet, Fale.”

  “That was great.” Fale panted, looking down Macario’s body. His mate was semi erect. Reaching down, he glided the tips of his fingers over Mac’s dick. “I want to taste you.”

  Mac placed his fingers under Fale’s chin and encouraged him to look up. “Let’s enjoy now and think about tomorrow when it comes along.”

  “I am enjoying now, aren’t you?” Fale stroked Mac’s balls. “Let me try to get you fully erect.”

  “Sorry, sweetie, doesn’t work. But,” Mac pulled away and rolling over, opened the drawer of his bedside table and took out a small container. “I can use a little help in that area.”

  Fale gaped. “Viagra?”

  “Yep. Modified a little. I’ve had the tablet for a year but haven’t found a good enough reason to use it.”

  “Isn’t this the best reason?” Fale nibbled Mac’s jaw. “Unless the pill will hurt you in some way?”

  “No.”

  “Good!”

  Fale jumped his mate. Right now he didn’t care about claiming and bonding, he just wanted Macario. He smothered his mate in kisses then climbed off the bed and rushed to the bathroom where he filled a glass with water and hurried back. As soon as Mac had taken the little pill, he took the glass and placed it on the bedside table, eyes locking in on Mac’s body and where he wanted to enjoy first.

  “Come join me.”

  Fale climbed back onto the bed and then onto his mate, urging his lover to lie back. Encouraged by Macario’s compliance, Fale explored every inch of the pale skin beneath him, gliding his hands over sensitive places, caressing and nibbling Mac’s waist, licking his belly button and sucking nipples. By the time he made it to his mate’s impressive cock, Mac was fully hard. Delighted, Fale sucked the long appendage down, earning a growled groan from his lover.

  He loved how Mac slid his fingers through Fale’s hair and got a good grip but left him to do whatever he wished. And Fale did. He sucked, licked, nibbled, and stroked. He used his hands and fingers, his tongue and lips, and his teeth, until Mac pulled him off.

  “I want to be inside you when I come.” Mac kissed Fale so very sweetly, so sensually.

  Fale offered himself to his mate as soon as the kiss ended. Lifting his legs, he bent his knees and spread himself wide. He couldn’t wait to feel Mac inside him, connecting them.

  * * * *

  What a beautiful sight. Mac took a few moments to appreciate the view of Fale’s tight hole displayed before him and the way the man was offering himself.

  He couldn’t ever recall a time he’d been so horny. Taking the lube, he flicked the lid open and covered his fingers then drizzled a good amount along Fale’s ass crack. Moving closer, he gripped the back of Fale’s left leg as he rubbed lightly across his mate’s hole. He took his time to make sure he didn’t cause the man a moments discomfort or pain. After a few minutes the muscle loosened and Mac was able to easily sink a finger inside to the first knuckle, Fale groaning and murmuring words of encouragement to go faster.

  He did, just a little, sliding his finger in and out until he was able to get another finger inside, scissoring to stretch the muscles. By the time he had three fingers in, Fale was moving around so much Mac knew if he didn’t get his cock inside his mate soon, the man would be climaxing. Picking up a condom he’d collected from the bedside drawer when he got the lube, he quickly tore open the packet, slid the latex over his cock and lathered it in lube. He tossed the bottle aside and lined himself up.

  “Ready?” he asked, nudging his mate’s hole with his dick.

  “Oh Lord, yes! So ready,”

  Mac pushed in, panting at the tight grip. Once past the guardian muscle, he sunk further into his mate’s tight channel, groaning as he thrust bit by bit, Fale rising to meet his every move. Letting go of Fale’s thigh, Mac sunk in deep and took his lover’s lips, loving the taste of the man and the passionate noises he made.

  They were soon moving in time, Mac making sure to stroke the little bundle of nerves inside Fale that had the fae groaning loudly and gripping Mac so tightly he was sure there would be nail impressions on his back and arm. He didn’t care, he loved the open passion, the way Fale lost himself in what they were doing.

  With each thrust he lost control a little more, pushing deeper, harder, devouring his mate’s mouth and feeling his teeth wanting to slide out and claim the fae beneath him. While he didn’t shift into his lion, he did have little fangs. Not wanting to claim Fale before they were both ready, he clenched his jaw and lifted his head from the man’s throat.

  Five more deep thrusts and Fale cried out shrilly, his body jerking as he came. The muscles in his channel squeezed Mac’s dick, his balls pulling up tight, Mac stuttering mid stroke as his orgasm washed over him with a force that left him breathless.

  Apparently everyone was right. Nothing compared to sex with your mate.

  Careful not to squash Fale, he carefully withdrew, both of them groaning at the sensations this evoked. He flopped onto his back, one hand landing on his chest, the other brushing Fale’s arm.

  “You’re still hard,” Fale rolled onto his stomach and stroked his fingers over Mac’s chest.

  “Hmm.” Mac was well aware. He’d come once, but his cock felt full and throbbed, ready for more.

  Without a word, Fale sat up and tossed a leg over Mac’s hips. “You don’t mind if I enjoy this big boy, do you, honey?”

  “I wouldn’t complain.” Mac hissed in a breath as his cock was taken in hand. “Won’t complain at all.”

  “That’s good.” Fale took Mac inside in one smooth stroke, sinking down until his ass was resting on Mac’s thighs. “So good.”

  Mac agreed. Fale was so tight that despite coming only a few moments ago, he was positive he wouldn’t last long this time either. Apparently those little pills packed a big wallop.

  And maybe it was the man he was with. Fale was irresistible in his passion, his head thrown back, eyes shut tight and mouth open as he moved on top of Mac, taking his cock deep inside him. Sliding his hands up Fale’s thighs slowly, he lost himself in the sensations, how Fale moved, how his ass gripped Mac’s cock so tightly, and the noises he made. It was erotic and passionate and each grunt and gasp mingled with groans, and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh drove them to go faster, harder, until Mac wrapped a hand around his mate’s long, slender cock and stroked him off.

  Fale’s cock sprouted streams of white seed over Mac’s hand and chest while his ass sucked and massaged Mac’s cock until he gave up his load.

  Fale lay across Mac’s body. He hugged the man close and kissed Fale’s lips softly as they both came down from the high. His cock finally went down and slipped from its snug spot, Fale sighing quietly.

  After cleaning up and getting back into bed, Fale offered to give Mac a massage, but he shook his head, yawning.

  “Okay. Can I sleep in your bed with you tonight?”

  Mac hesitated slightly. He wasn’t used to sleeping with anyone and Fale, he was discovering, liked to be practically on top of him. But he had to admit that he didn’t mind that with Fale.

  “Yes, of course. Do you have work tomorrow?”

  “Yep. I start at eight thirty and finish at twelve thirty. A short day.”

  Mac flicked off the tele
vision and the lights and pulled Fale close as he lay down. Fale snuggled against him and rested his head on Mac’s chest. Instantly there was a sense of completion and a burst of happiness. He guessed that was understandable. The man in his arms was his mate. They were matched, would make each other happy.

  “Night.”

  “Night, my mate.”

  He wasn’t sure if he heard or imagined Fale say “I love you” just before he drifted off to sleep.

  * * * *

  It was a fun morning at work. Everyone wanted to know if it was true that he’d found his mate, and that said mate was Macario Aston. Of course, some of his colleagues made a little comment here and there about not expecting Mac to stay true to Fale, that his mate was charming without substance, but Fale saw the words for what they were.

  A bit of jealousy, anger they hadn’t gotten more than a night with Mac, and envy for the status of having an Aston. Fale didn’t understand the status thing. He respected his elders for their wisdom and knowledge, their years of developing skills. He respected his leaders for their sacrifices and abilities. Money was pretty damn great of course, but it wasn’t the be all and end all of life. And what did status give you if you hadn’t earned it yourself? To Fale, status meant gaining a reputation, or being known for something you’d done that was good. Like getting his diploma in remedial massage, sports, and health massage.

  The comments about his mate not remaining faithful to him hurt a bit, and he was offended on Mac’s behalf. He even stood up for himself and Mac and got into an argument with Tilla, his colleague who told him about Mac the first day Fale met his mate here at the day spa.

  Their manager would have broken it up, but there were two Aston bodyguards present, and one of them stepped in, glaring at Tilla until she stomped off, saying Fale would just have his heart broken. Though she said it more like he was a moron who deserved to be trodden into the ground and spat upon.

  Leaving at twelve thirty and hungry, Fale asked the bodyguards if he could just nip down the road and grab a bagel. There was a shop around the corner that made these bagels with fantastic fillings, and he had a hankering for one with Mediterranean salad, chili sauce, and sour cream.

  The bodyguards were okay, if somewhat stiff, but they’d lightened up during the day, especially after they had both had massages. They agreed and called the security office at the Aston Estate, updating their movements. It was all a little rigid for Fale, so he went with the flow rather than think too much about how his life was being monitored every frigging moment. They probably recorded when he took a piss.

  Snickering over that, he glanced over and spotted one of the other Aston bodyguards standing outside a restaurant a few doors down.

  “Hey, isn’t that one of your colleagues?” Fale asked.

  “Yes. Vinn, Emile, and Macario are having lunch there,” Jock said.

  Fale blinked in surprise. “Really? Why didn’t you say?”

  Excited to see his mate, Fale rushed ahead and peaked in through the restaurant window. What he saw had him squinting and not pleased. Vinn, Emile, and Macario were having lunch. There were also three other creatures at their table, and one of them was sitting awfully close to Mac and from what Fale could see, was making eyes at his mate. And then the creature touched Mac’s arm, hand lingering and stroking a little, and Fale saw red.

  “Oh, that’s not right!”

  “Fale, what are you—” Jock exclaimed.

  Fale stormed passed the bodyguards, threw open the door, and walked into the restaurant like he owned it. He’d been taught how to do that by his Gran who said confidence got you far, even when you were faking it. Now he ignored the maître d’ and wove his way through the tables with his bodyguards staying close.

  Vinn saw them as soon as Fale walked through the door and nodded a greeting before getting up and taking a chair from a nearby table. He placed the chair between Emile and Macario. Fale smiled and, taking the chair in one hand, wedged it between Mac and the creature touching him.

  “Hi, I’m Fale Taucher, Macario’s mate.” Fale climbed over the back of the chair and flopped onto the seat. He held out his hand.

  The creature, a shifter of some sort, something big, possibly a rhinoceros, reared back. “Mate? I didn’t realize. I apologize.”

  Fale snatched Mac’s hand and held tight, giving the shifter a thin-lipped smile. “Honey, did you just assume everyone knew you had found your mate and forgot to mention it?”

  “Fale—”

  “Hmm?” Fale gave his mate a very sharp look.

  He could practically see Mac reassessing. He glanced around, then back at Fale, frowned a moment before shrugging and giving an adorable smile, dimple and all.

  “You know you’re the only one for me, Fale.”

  Oh, his mate sure was going to get it! Fale snatched his hand back and crossed his arms.

  “Do I? Because I don’t recall being invited to lunch. I do remember waking up alone this morning with no note letting me know where you were and what was happening today. I don’t like waking up alone, and I don’t like walking by a restaurant on my way to get a fabulous Mediterranean bagel and seeing my mate being touched by some creature who’s making eyes at him!”

  “Vinncent, I feel Fale requires a drink and something to eat. I wonder if the chef can whip up this bagel Fale enthused over.” Emile said after there was dead silence for a few moments following Fale’s outburst.

  “Yeah. What do you want to drink, Fale?” Vinn asked.

  “I guess they don’t have any Tahitian drinks here, so I’ll go a gin and tonic with a twist of lime. And a bagel…though what you’re eating looks good.” Fale pointed to a woman’s plate.

  “Oh, darling, it’s bland as hell. Choose the bagel, definitely.” She smiled at him. “You’re from Tahiti? I’ve always wanted to go there, but alas, I never have the time. I love your accent.” She winked. “I’m Samantha Carlise, a drone for the Alliance and I say well done.”

  “Nice to meet you, Samantha. Umm, well done with what?”

  “Oh, I absolutely detest waking up alone, too.”

  “I also agree it is best to tell others you have found your mate, especially when not having bonded and claimed,” the rhino shifter said with a significant degree of disgruntlement.

  “Ooh, thanks.” Fale accepted his drink and smiled at Mac.

  Shaking his head, Mac adjusted his seat, so there was a little space between them and downed his own drink. When Fale opened his mouth to check if it was alcoholic or not and chastise his mate if it was, he received a look from the man that warned him to even try it. So Fale drank his drink, and when Vinn said something and Mac looked away, Fale picked up Mac’s glass and sniffed.

  Cool, fruit juice. Samantha chuckled.

  “There is a change in Fale’s scent,” Vinn murmured. “Yours minutely.”

  “What? What do you mean?” Mac exclaimed, then shook his head. “We’ll discuss it later. Samantha, we were discussing the funding for the armory.”

  Apparently, Mac didn’t like to discuss personal matters with work colleagues. Fale understood that and would hold his questions until later. Emile was very impressive when the waiter insisted the restaurant did not make bagels in a rather insulting tone. The Prince tapped his fingers on the chair armrest and quirked a brow at the waiter who very quickly began fumbling and assuring Emile he was positive the chef could whip up a bagel without any difficulty at all.

  Fale beamed his thanks. He’d thought the lion shifter a bit aloof and possibly even unfriendly at first, but he was actually kind of cool and even seemed interested in Fale’s job.

  “You should speak to Chane, my brother Dominic’s mate. Chane is an expert with herbs and makes many to relieve sore muscles and to help relax. If you are interested in doing massages in that field, Chane could design specific oils and lotions.”

  “I would like to speak to him if he has time.”

  “I will organize one of my assistants and make the arrangemen
ts.” Emile’s phone rang and he excused himself to answer.

  Fale finished his drink and when his bagel arrived, devoured it, though it wasn’t as good as the ones he got from the shop near his work. During the lunch, Samantha was heaps of fun, the rhino shifter seemed disgruntled the entire time, Vinn grunted a lot, and Emile and Mac were charming and entertaining. It wasn’t an enjoyable lunch, most of the conversation focused on accounts, budgets, and the Alliance, but Fale guessed he’d have to get used to this as these topics were important to his mate.

  They were important to Fale also, he realized. The Alliance was set up between the different paranormal groups to provide well-trained creatures and humans in the fight against Renegades and Hunters, and that impacted Fale now that he was living in Milson Valley.

  Macario didn’t seem particularly irritated with Fale for turning up and saying what he had in front of everyone, which was good because Fale wouldn’t hold back when he got upset and felt what he had to say was important. Though his mate did frown at him a few times which Fale took to mean Mac was thinking about what was said when Fale joined the table.

  They left the restaurant a short time after finishing their meals and Fale returned to the Aston Estate with Mac, Vinn, and Emile.

  “There was no need for jealousy, Fale,” Mac said in a tone that reminded Fale of one of his old school teachers when trying to explain something he felt Fale needed to be put in his place about. Occasionally Fale said what he thought and felt in class, also.

  He may be sensitive, sometimes intimidated, but he was stronger than he seemed and would say what he thought and felt. His family laughingly said no one expected it from Fale so were always taken unaware when Fale stood up for himself, others, or whatever he felt strongly about. Today he felt strongly about some shifter touching his mate, and he’d damn well say something! He may not be a fighter, though he would defend himself and his mate, and he may cry at sad movies, but that just meant Fale was in touch with his softer side and didn’t hide exactly who he was.