“Relax,” Tau said softly. Zander wrapped his arms around Tau’s neck, pulled him into a loving embrace, and then gave him another passionate kiss. Tau eased another inch of dick into Zander, forcing Tau to accidentally bite his lip.
“I’m sorry,” Zander said, as the blood from Tau’s lip dripped into his mouth.
“Should I... stop?” Tau asked, hesitantly. Zander didn’t respond. He simply pushed his hips further onto Tau, accepting a little bit more. Tau began to rock his hips gently, pulling out to the tip and then sliding back in just a little bit further each time.
When he had about half of his dick inside Zander, Zander asked naively, “Is it all the way in?”
Tau smiled and said, “Not yet, baby.” A tear rolled from Zander’s eye.
“What’s wrong?” Tau asked.
“Nothing. Do I feel good to you?” Zander asked.
“You feel great.” Tau placed several kisses all over Zander’s face. Zander exhaled, and his hole opened up a little further, accepting yet another inch of Tau’s dick. Tau moaned in ecstasy. More of his warm precome leaked out inside of Zander, and they both sighed. The more Tau pressed in, the wetter Zander became. As Tau rocked slowly inside Zander, their bodies began to make a sweet gushing sound that nearly made Tau lose control.
In a surprise move, Zander wrapped his legs around Tau’s waist and thrust his hips, taking several more inches. Tau roared. The ruby that Zander had given him swung back and forth like a pendulum, hitting Zander in the face with each stroke. Zander saw white lights as his mind tried to register the difference between pleasure and pain.
Zander’s scent, tight wet hole, and raw passion were more than Tau could stand. Tau’s slow rocking movements turned into quick pelvic thrusts. Before he knew it, he was slamming into Zander’s virgin hole. Zander bit his lip and held onto Tau for dear life. The pain eventually turned to pressure, and the pressure eventually turned to pleasure. While Tau was banging into Zander, Zander shot a huge load of come. His orgasm coated both their stomachs, adding an even stronger sexual scent to the air.
Tau roared, and then it happened -- he began to transform. Zander didn’t know what to do. Tau was changing and growing, and his dick was getting larger while he was still inside him. As Tau reached the peak of his transformation, he ejaculated inside Zander, sending a jolt of primal magic through Zander’s entire body. The result was an explosion of light and energy that sent Tau flying across the room and Zander shivering in ecstasy.
Chapter 7
“Giovanni! Help!”
When Giovanni and Hung rushed into the guest bedroom wrapped up in nothing but sheets, Tau was sprawled out on the floor, naked and still unconscious. Zander was curled up in the bed screaming.
“Bitch, What in the fuck is wrong with you?” Giovanni yelled.
“I think I killed him,” Zander wept.
“Were you fucking?” Giovanni asked.
“Well, yes.”
“Did he come?” Giovanni continued.
“Well, yes.”
“Did he come inside of you?” Giovanni asked, impatiently.
“Yes,” Zander responded, looking shyly at Hung. Giovanni and Hung burst out into laughter.
“Why are you laughing?” Zander asked, as Hung repositioned Tau on the floor and covered him with a stray sheet.
“He will be fine. You probably just gave him the best orgasm of his life,” Giovanni explained.
“That’s for sure,” Hung said, giving Giovanni a hug from behind.
“What do you mean?” Zander asked.
“Shifting is high magic. When shifters are really aroused during sex, they can sometimes begin to transform if they aren’t careful. If you two were being intimate and you were that close to that much powerful magic, then your body probably just reacted -- especially since you were a virgin,” Giovanni said.
“You gave him your cherry?” Hung asked, eyebrows raised high.
Zander hung his head. “This is so damn embarrassing.”
“Yes, and from the looks of things in this room, he must have done a pretty good job of giving him the cherry. My headboard has a hole in it, the bed is torn up, and the room smells like good sex. Here, kitty, kitty.” Giovanni gave three snaps and a circle over Tau’s unconscious body.
“I’m sorry. I’ll pay to get everything fixed,” Zander offered.
“Is that a witch’s ruby looking stone?” Hung asked.
“Shit!” Giovanni said.
“What’s wrong now?” Zander went to Tau’s side and cradled his head in his lap.
“I meant to explain that to you earlier.” Giovanni winced. “With everything going on, I completely forgot! If that is a really a looking stone -- and I think it is -- whoever it gave it to you is probably able to see you.”
“What? My grandmother gave me that!” Zander screamed. Hung burst out into laughter again.
“Is she a powerful witch?” Giovanni asked.
“Yes, why?” Zander countered.
Hung’s cell phone rang from the other room. “This is priceless. I haven’t laughed so hard in my life. Video his reaction when you explain it to him,” Hung said as he left the room.
Giovanni sighed. “A powerful witch or warlock can take a precious stone -- like a diamond, ruby, emerald -- and create a kind of looking glass. You see, they can enchant a large stone, magically break off a portion of it, and then use the large stone to see through the smaller stone. It’s kind of like...”
“Oh my god! You mean my grandmother saw everything that happened?” Zander buried his face in his hands.
Tau moaned softly.
Zander kissed Tau’s cradled forehead. “Are you all right?”
“Damn, baby!” Tau smiled. “That was fantastic.”
Giovanni smirked. “I bet it was.”
“What’s Juju Bee doing in here?” Tau asked, glaring at Giovanni.
“Magic has already fucked you up once tonight,” Giovanni warned.
Hung came rushing back into the bedroom. “This shit is serious! Last night wasn’t just some random act of supernatural gang violence. Not only did Club Arcane get hit, but some people are saying that humans might even have been responsible!”
“Shit!” Zander, Giovanni, and Tau responded in unison.
“How do you know?” Giovanni asked Hung.
“My house sister called. She has been trying to reach me since last night, but I guess I was... a little bit preoccupied.”
“How could it be humans?” Giovanni wondered aloud. “Most of them don’t even believe that we exist.”
“This is too much. I probably need to head home,” Zander started.
“It’s no big deal. Just take your boy home with you and tell them you are mated now. They’ll understand.” Hung shrugged.
“What?” Zander asked.
“Giovanni told me that you two exchanged family gifts last night,” Hung said. “And it’s obvious that you consummated the relationship. Isn’t that how shifters marry and mate?”
“What?” Zander asked again.
Hung rolled his eyes. “You say ‘what’ an awful lot.”
“Mated?” Zander stood up, letting Tau’s head drop to the floor.
Hung continued, “Shifters mate for life and typically have little to no courtship. I guess they just know when they find the right one. Isn’t that right, Tau?”
Zander gaped at Tau. “You tried to trick me into a mating ceremony without telling me?”
“I...I...I...,” Tau stuttered.
Zander turned on Giovanni. “And did you know he was mating with me?”
“I thought you knew.” Giovanni shrugged. “You used to tell me that all you ever wanted was a love of your own.”
“Baby, let me explain,” Tau said, standing and wrapping himself in the sheet.
“This shit is crazy!” Zander yelled. “I had sex for the first time last night and knocked my lover unconscious. Then I find out that he was trying to marry me on the low, and my grandmother probably watched the whole thing on some supernatural video stone!”
Hung continued, “I think you had better sit down. There is more. My house sister says that there were more victims. They also attacked a coven of vampires in Lithonia, a pack of shifters in College Park... the Litha, and a caravan of witches driving into Atlanta.”
Zander dropped to his knees. “My family.”
Chapter 8
Zander couldn’t reach any of his family members by phone, and he was inconsolable and hysterical.
“Just relax.” Giovanni patted his shoulder. “We can figure this out. I’m sure that your family is all right.”
“Yes, baby,” Tau added as he wrapped the bed sheet around his body like a toga. “Just take a deep breath. We’ll figure this out.”
“Motherfucker, you don’t get to call me baby. You lied to me!” Zander yelled.
“Uh oh.” Hung raised his eyebrows.
“Zander, what are you talking about?” Tau asked, sounding hurt. “I know you feel the chemistry between us. We are right together. Maybe, I should--”
Before he could finish, Zander waved his arms through the air and sent Tau flying into the wall. The result was a stunned Tau and a large hole in Giovanni’s guest bedroom wall.
“I bet that hurt,” Hung commented.
“I trusted you!” Zander screamed. “I gave you my whole name, my grandmother’s necklace, and my body, and then you lied to me!”
“The neighbors will hear,” Giovanni warned. “Take it done a notch.”
Zander made a quick gesture with his hand, and the leather strap of the necklace that he had given to Tau began twisting and tightening around Tau’s neck.
“Zander, stop!” Giovanni yelled. Tau pulled at the necklace to try keep it from strangling him, but Zander’s magic was just too strong. Hung dashed across the room and slashed at the necklace several times with his razor sharp nails, finally cutting the cord -- and Tau’s neck several times in the process. The ruby and its leather cord fell to the floor. Tau reached for it despite the fact that blood was pouring from his neck, but Zander was too quick. He made another slight gesture with his left hand, and the ruby flew across the room and right into Zander’s palm.
“But that gift acknowledges our bond,” Tau said, as if he couldn’t begin to understand Zander’s anger.
“There is no bond. You are a liar,” Zander replied coolly, as he stomped off toward the bathroom to get dressed.
“I’m sorry that I cut you,” Hung said to Tau, looking at the blood spilling from his neck.
“How about you stop checking his neck out like that?” Giovanni scolded Hung, sounding more like a jealous boyfriend than actually concerned for Tau’s safety.
“You were only trying to help,” Tau told Hung.
“I think you two had better leave. This is magical business, and I need to help Zander work through this,” Giovanni said.
“Leave now? The sun is up, and I’m a vampire, remember? I don’t do sunlight. And I thought you said we were going to have sex all day.” Hung pouted. “Why have I got to leave? He’s the one that lied.” He pointed over at Tau.
“This is serious,” Giovanni explained. “Zander has never been away from home, and he can’t find his family. He’s out of control, and there’s no telling what he might do. I need to calm him down.”
“I should be the one to help him,” Tau said, sulking a little.
“Look, Calvin and Hobbes, you found your soul mate and started the shifter mating process last night, but Zander feels like he got fucked and lied to last night. I’m sure that you are a great guy...” Giovanni snorted as he cast a spell over the cuts on Tau’s neck to speed the healing. “But there are still a lot of things about the supernatural world that Zander doesn’t understand.”
“So, now why do I have to leave?” Hung asked again.
Giovanni sighed. “I have to help Zander. He barely knows how to use his magic, and he’s an emotional wreck right now. A warlock’s magic is directly tied to his feelings. He needs me right now. You can have me later. Now go get dressed.”
Hung eased over to Giovanni like he owned him, grabbed him by his hips, and pulled him close. Then, with all of the practice and natural seduction of a vampire, he leaned in and pricked Giovanni’s neck with his right canine tooth and lapped several sips of blood. When Hung had satisfied his thirst, he walked out of the room without so much as a word. Giovanni swooned.
“As nasty as that was, it is obvious that you two were made for each other,” Tau commented.
“Look Simba, you need to stay out of my business and worry about your own man problems,” Giovanni snapped.
“I hate to admit it, but you’re right. How can Zander not see what we have? Maybe I should have taken things slower and told him about my intent to mate, but I know he’s the one. We shifters mate on instinct. I know that is was more than fate that guided us to the same place at the same time. It was something more primal than that. I sensed him as soon as I walked in the club. Everything about Zander feels right to me.” Tau picked up the sheets from the floor in a feeble attempt to straighten up the destroyed guest bedroom.
“I’m sure that he feels it. It’s pretty obvious that you two have... a thing.” Giovanni smiled wryly. “This is all just a lot for him to take in right now. His family has to be his priority. Maybe he’ll feel differently after he calms down. In the meantime, he probably needs to keep the ruby to help him try to find his family. And don’t worry about the room. I’ll fix it later.”
“I’m sorry about the headboard and the wall,” Tau said sincerely.
Giovanni rolled his eyes. “Just go get dressed.”
“I left my clothes in the bathroom, and I think Zander is still in there,” Tau whispered. “I don’t think he is ready to see me yet.”
“Yeah, right. I’ll go get your clothes for you. You had the polyester shirt and JC Penney jeans, right?”
They both laughed.
“Hey, Ginger Snap,” Tau said, before Giovanni exited the room.
“Yes, Panthro?”
“Thank you,” Tau said, bowing his head.
“Don’t mention it. Just don’t leave any fur balls in my bedroom.”
Tau paced back and forth in Giovanni’s guest bedroom like the lion that he was.
“Dammit!” Giovanni yelled from the living room. Hung and Tau raced into the bathroom.
“What is it?” they asked in unison.
“Zander’s gone!”
Chapter 9
Despite the fact that magic came easier to Zander when he was angry, leaving Giovanni’s condominium under the cover of a cloaking spell had been much more difficult than throwing Tau across the room. Tears welled up in Zander’s eyes as he remembered the look on Tau’s face when he took the ruby stone back. He kept telling himself that Tau had lied to him and that Tau had gotten exactly what he deserved, but being separated was breaking Zander’s heart.
His thoughts drifted from Tau to his family, and then the tears began to flow. His family had to be fine. Worst case, they would be mad at him for lying and ground him. He picked up his phone from the passenger seat and dialed each of their cell numbers. Neither his father, mother, aunts, uncles, nor cousins answered their phones. He dialed his Grandmother Zoe last. She always answered before the first ring -- she had to. By the time her phone rang the seventh time, Zander was bawling.
What would have normally been a four and a half hour drive from Atlanta to Zander’s home in one of the southernmost towns in Georgia, only took three and a half hours driving at seventy miles per hour. He wondered if they had any idea that he had left the Litha. He wondered why they weren’t answering the phone. He wondere
d if it was his family’s caravan that had been attacked on the way to Atlanta.
“Think positive, think positive,” he told himself, but that didn’t console him.
He remembered the time that his Grandmother Zoe morphed into a replica of his Grandmother Nasha and did the Stanky Legg dance in the front yard, and he burst out laughing through his tears. She would call him back any minute -- she had to.
When Zander zoomed by one of the speed traps that southerners always warned their northern relatives about, a police car pulled out after him with lights flashing and sirens blaring.
“I really don’t have time for this shit right now,” he mumbled, and turned his wrist several times, instantly flattening all four of the officer’s tires.
As he gripped the steering wheel, he looked down at the ring finger on his right hand, saw the ring that Tau had given him, and immediately remembered everything -- especially the sex. It was amazing. He was sore in muscles that he didn’t know he had, his legs had just stopped trembling, and his ass was still humming. It didn’t matter now. He had probably blown any chance of ever seeing Tau again after his little temper tantrum. It occurred to him that Tau could have defended himself; Tau could have shifted and attacked him, but he didn’t. Instead, he looked as if his heart had been ripped from his chest. The tears came again.
Zander glanced over at his phone. No one had called.
“Dammit!”
It was as much of an emotional roller coaster for Zander as it was a race home to find his family. He was sixty miles out when he started to get angry for not having been given the magical training that was his birthright. He knew that his parents loved him, but he was starting to think that they had made a critical error in judgment in raising him in the ways of mortals.
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