by Fel Fern
While Eric spoke to Evan, he headed to the bathroom. He used the grab bars to feel for the tub and turned on the tabs. Drawing Eric a hot bath seemed like a good idea and would give Eric a chance to destress. Abram had called him moments ago, updating him that the cleanup was going well.
Jackal’s body had been dealt with, along with the bodies of the enforcers. The human police did a sweep of Sanctuary. Arrests were made for the thieves who resisted, but the others were considered victims of Jackal. Eric and Evan would need to go to the police station to make a statement, but they’d do that first thing in the morning. Most of the crow shifters had disappeared from town, but some lingered, ready to give the police information for a lighter sentence.
He turned, sensing Eric by the door moments later.
“Yum, yum,” Eric murmured, appreciation in his voice. “Warning, hot and sexy jaguar shifter right in front of me about to get pounced on by a little tabby cat.”
Grover smiled. It amazed him Eric could recover so quickly from the ordeal, that his mate could remain positive after all he’d endured. That just proved his mate had steel in his spine and he was so damn proud of both Eric and his brother.
“Thought you’d like a bubble bath. Well, I don’t exactly have bubbles.”
Eric approached him, placing a hand on his chest. He pulled his mate into a hug, knowing Eric sought comfort. Eric rubbed his head into his chest, all the while his erection thickened. He pressed it against Eric’s jeans, aware his mate needed to be out of his clothes.
“I missed you today, even though I was worried out of my mind,” Eric murmured as he stroked Eric’s hair.
“You did, hmm?”
“Don’t tease, please.”
“I told you I’d be fine.”
Eric began touching the cuts he’d racked up during the day, but they were closing up neatly now, would be mere scars the next day.
“You on the other hand, are still clothed,” Grover observed out loud.
Eric parted from him and the tabby shiner’s clothes hit the tiles soon enough. He chuckled.
“Eager little cat.”
“Can we both fit in the tub?” Eric asked all too innocently.
Grover didn’t answer immediately. He ran a hand up and down his mate’s body, admiring that this was all his, that Eric was truly his and no one, not even one upstart, greedy jackal shifter could get in the way of them being together.
“We will. Let’s wash the grime and blood off first in the shower.”
Eric beat him to the shower. Oh, he liked this position. The cubicle was built for one, so they had to squeeze in and Grover wasn’t exactly small. Warm water blasted their bodies later. Eric leaned against him again, rubbing his delicious slender body all over Grover. He groaned.
“Fuck, little cat. Keep doing that and I’ll shove you against the wall and have my way with you.”
Eric’s breathing turned harsh, but he could tell his mate was aroused. “Will you?”
Smirking, he gripped Eric’s chin and took Eric’s lips. He sucked on Eric’s upper lip, then bit Eric’s lower one. He pulled away, leaving his mate longing for more. He spun Eric by the shoulders, pressed his mate against the slick tiles and slid his hand down Eric’s slick chest, ribs, and stomach before curling his fingers around Eric’s shaft.
Eric moaned and thrust his hips against his hand, but he held his mate still, captive.
Leaning in close, he nipped at his mate mark on Eric’s neck. A wave of possessiveness filled him. He bit at Eric’s earlobe and whispered, “Are you ready to scream for me, little cat?”
Chapter Fourteen
Eric shuddered at those words.
“Yes,” he whispered, eager and ready for his big mate to come and claim him, as was Grover’s right.
He felt so dirty, so naughty, pressed up against the cool bathroom tiles like this, even more turned on when Grover used a foot to nudge Eric’s feet further apart. Grover began to move his hand up and down his shaft, the slow movements torturous, designed to tease. He moaned, grinding his ass against Grover’s shaft. Eric should have known his big jaguar wouldn’t just make it easy.
“Please,” he murmured, knowing Grover was in a mood to play. Maybe he was, too, but pretending he had no patience for play made it thrilling.
“Not yet, little cat. Before you scream, I want you to purr for me.”
He did just that when Grover moved his other hand to pinch at his nipples, then flick the bud back and forth.
“Mm, my little cat, how fucking divine you taste.” Grover flicked a tongue down the line of his neck, making him shiver. He was all too aware of Grover’s enormous shaft, already steel-hard, teasing up and down his puckered entrance.
He mewled as Grover worked his prick faster, but just when he was on the verge of coming, Grover let go and dragged his hand lower to cup his balls. Eric squirmed but Grover moved his fingers to his hole, sliding one in. He was already primed and ready for his mate. Nonetheless, Grover added a second, stretching him.
“Please, I need you in me, baby.”
Those seemed to be the trigger words, because Grover replaced fingers with his cock. He sighed in relief, feeling Grover’s leaking cockhead, aimed at his entrance. Knowing what was coming, Eric relax his inner muscles. Grover penetrated him, not stopping, his pace steady. His breathing quickened. Grover felt so huge inside him. It burned but that faded once Grover pushed past the stubborn group of muscles and sheathed himself balls deep inside Eric.
Eric was once again amazed by the feeling of being completely stretched. Grover’s lips sought his and he caved, loving the heat Grover sent down his throat. Grover withdrew, then began to fuck him. Each time Grover’s dick breached him, he felt his inner tabby unravel. Tiny electric surges emanated from within and went right to his cock.
“Faster, baby. Please.”
Grover complied, each entry faster, deeper, rendering him breathless for a couple of seconds. His powerful mate reduced them both to pants and animal noises. Grover must have shifted angle, because his next push made him gasp and his back arc. Needing something to hold onto, he clawed at the tiles.
“Make that sound again,” Grover said against his ear, voice harsh.
He whimpered for his mate as Grover keep slamming into his prostate. Grover was close now, he knew, because Grover’s dick felt like heated steel. He willed his inner muscles to clamp around Grover’s prick hard. His mate snarled behind him, digging fingers into his waist, but he didn’t mind. Eric loved wearing his mate’s marks all over his body.
“I can’t hold back any longer,” he whispered.
“Then don’t, baby.”
Grover started moving his hand faster on Eric’s shaft now, then bit an inch above the bite mark. That sent him over. His vision swirled. Little fireworks went off inside of him. He emptied his balls, splashing the tiles with cum.
Grover kissed the nape of his neck and hammered into him several more times before reaching climax. With a growl, Grover shot his load down his ass and he sighed in contentment.
Bliss filled his mind and he could have stumbled, his knees were so wobbly, but Grover easily supported his weight.
“Let’s clean up,” Grover suggested, kissing him tenderly on the cheek.
He felt dazed, aware of Grover soaping them both, washing them. A permanent smile seemed etched on his lips, although his mate couldn’t see it.
“You make me so happy,” he whispered. “I love you so much, that the thought of ever losing you terrifies me.”
Grover turned him so they faced each other. “I fucking love you, too, baby. That’s never going to happen. You’re stuck with me now, until death do us part.”
Excitement hummed in his veins at those words. A mate. A home. A family. He had all three now. Evan was safe and he had a feeling he was going to be close with the men Grover considered his brothers. After all, he and Evan owed them their lives.
“There’s so much ahead of us, it’s a little overwhelming,” he a
dmitted.
Grover turned the shower off and they sunk into the tub, somehow making do with Eric on Grover’s lap. The water had turned cold by then, so he drained it and filled it back again. This was probably the longest he’d ever been in a bath but he didn’t mind if it meant spending more intimate time with his mate.
“Take one step at a time, baby. I’ll always be here and I’ll support every decision you make—except leaving me. Run on me and I’ll chase you to the ends of the world and drag you back.”
Other men would be rattled, but not him. Eric was flattered. He heard the truth in Grover’s voice, but he understood. It wasn’t a threat but a promise. When he considered the notion of running, it felt like his soul died a little. Being far away from his mate wasn’t living at all. He patted Grover’s muscled forearm, tracing the swirls of ink there with his fingers.
“That’s never going to happen. There are no more monsters for you to fight either. We’ll have a boring, quiet life together now.” He let out a little laugh. “I just hope I’ll be enough for you.”
“After all I’ve seen and done, normal is good.” Grover nuzzled his neck. “And what the fuck are you saying? You’re everything to me.”
“That so?” He rubbed his ass against Grover’s dick, aware his jaguar shifter was already thickening, ready for round two. Grover groaned, then bit lightly against the curve of Eric’s shoulder. A reprimand or encouragement? No matter.
He had all the time in the world to learn about his mate, so did Grover. There would be challenges ahead of him and Evan, he knew. They both needed to learn to adapt to the new changes in their life, but he had a feeling they’d somehow survive. After all, he had his mate beside him.
THE END
FELFERN.COM

Siren Publishing, Inc.
www.SirenPublishing.com
