by Maggie Walsh
“Do you want me to claim you, Taylor? Not to save you, but because you want me just as much as I want you,” Gabriel questioned.
With tears in his eyes, Taylor answered, “Yes, Gabriel. Yes. I want you to claim me. I want you to make me yours. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, but I want it to be a long one, not a few weeks. What happens if you claim me and I still die? What will happen to you?”
“Oh, sweet baby, don’t cry.” He wiped the tears off Taylor’s cheek. “You won’t leave me, I know it. I feel it. I think this doctor can save you. And you’re not too weak to make love with me. Will you let me show you?” Without hesitation Taylor nodded his approval. Gabriel smiled at him softly, “Stay right there, and don’t move.” Gabriel rolled away from Taylor and off the bed. He stood up and faced Taylor as he lifted his shirt over his head. Taylor’s eyes widened at the golden skin covering all those glorious muscles. Gabriel really was a work of art to look at. He was a sex god walking. Standing at six foot five, two hundred and fifty pounds of all muscle, with not an ounce of fat on him. His chestnut, shoulder-length wavy hair framed his face and made his pale green eyes stand out. And when he looked at Taylor like he was now, so intently, it made Taylor feel exposed, like Gabriel could see into his very soul. Gabriel popped the button on his jeans and slid the zipper down. He put his thumbs into his waistband and lowered his pants to the floor along with his boxers, never taking his eyes off Taylor. Gabriel stepped out of his clothes and pushed them aside. He stood up to his full height in all his naked glory. He was breathtaking.
Gabriel just stood there for a moment letting Taylor explore his body with his eyes. When Taylor’s eyes lowered to his groin, Gabriel couldn’t help the smile that crossed his lips as Taylor’s eyes widened and he took in a gasp of breath. He knew he was a big boy and was afraid his size would scare Taylor, but there was no fear in Taylor’s eyes, only lust and longing.
Gabriel moved back to the bed and grabbed onto the bottom of Taylor’s pant legs. With a little strength and surprise, he quickly pulled on the sleep pants and in one motion they were off Taylor’s legs and hanging in his hands. He tossed the pants over his shoulder and kneeled on the bed at Taylor’s feet. Taylor spread his legs to allow Gabriel to move between them. Gabriel moved up between Taylor’s legs, caressing the inside of his thighs. Taylor moaned softly as he absently licked his lips at the sight of Gabriel’s long, thick, hard cock. Gabriel moved his hands up to the waistband of Taylor’s boxer briefs and pulled them down. Taylor lifted his hips to help. Gabriel tossed them over his shoulder, too, then reached for the hem of Taylor’s shirt. Taylor sat up so Gabriel could pull the shirt over his head and toss it. Then Taylor lay back down. Gabriel ran his hands up the creamy skin of Taylor’s toned abs and chest, running a thumb over one of Taylor’s nipples, drawing another moan from Taylor. “Roll onto your side, sweet baby,” Gabriel commanded gently, and Taylor complied.
Gabriel moved to lay behind Taylor and reached over and opened the nightstand, pulling out a bottle of lube. He rolled over so he was behind Taylor, his front to Taylor’s back. He opened the lube and generously coated his cock. Then he poured more onto his fingers and closed the bottle, tossing it aside. Gabriel moved closer so his chest met Taylor’s back and they both moaned at the skin-to-skin contact. Gabriel kissed Taylor’s shoulder, then moved his lips to Taylor’s neck, kissing, licking and sucking up the side to Taylor’s ear. He nibbled on Taylor’s ear as he placed a wet finger to Taylor’s crease. Taylor gave a slight flinch at the contact but then he pushed his hips back into Gabriel’s hand. Gabriel slid a slick finger between his cheeks and started to circle Taylor’s entrance. Taylor moaned, lifting a hand up he reached back and gently grabbed Gabriel’s head, holding Gabriel’s head to his neck as Gabriel continued to kiss and suck along his nape. Gabriel slipped a finger inside Taylor and started to wiggle it around in slow circles. Taylor moaned and started to push back against the finger.
“More, Gabriel. That feels so good. Give me another one,” Taylor begged. Gabriel slid a second finger in and Taylor bucked against him as a long moan escaped his lips. Taylor continued to push his hips back against Gabriel’s fingers, as Gabriel sawed his fingers in and out. Gabriel ran his tongue down the side of Taylor’s neck to his shoulder and then back up. “Another one Gabriel, please. Fuck me. I’m ready,” Taylor cried out. Gabriel pulled his fingers out and slid three slick fingers in. Taylor hissed at the sting and Gabriel pulled his fingers out. “Don’t you dare. Put them back where they belong right now. They miss their new home.” Taylor huffed. Gabriel chuckled, sliding his fingers back into his mate. “Yes, perfect, just where they belong, now fuck me with them so they feel loved, too.” Gabriel smiled against Taylor’s neck. He loved that Taylor liked to talk dirty during sex, and he had never smiled so much during sex before. Gabriel continued stretching Taylor until he felt his mate was ready. He gently removed his fingers and of course Taylor protested. “No, babe, don’t stop, they like it in there, and my hole really likes them there.”
“I have something I think your hole will like even more, sweet baby,” Gabriel said then placed the head of his cock at Taylor’s opening.
“Oh yeah, that’s good, that’s definitely better,” Taylor said and pushed his hips back, impaling himself on Gabriel’s shaft. Gabriel quickly grabbed his hip and stopped him from pushing deeper.
“Slow down, sweet baby, I want to savor this moment. The moment I first enter my mate, my Taylor.” Gabriel slowly pushed forward, inch by inch. Going in a few inches, then pulling back, then going in a few more inches and pulling back. Taylor was moaning and writhing against him, the cutest little squeaking moan escaped Taylor and Gabriel thought he would blow just from that. He grabbed onto Taylor’s hip and pushed all the way in, closing his eyes at the incredible feeling of Taylor’s body gripping him tightly. He held his breath to stop from coming too soon, but Taylor had other plans. He pushed back against Gabriel and then moved away, fucking himself on Gabriel’s cock. Gabriel ran his hand down Taylor’s thigh and slid it between his legs. Grabbing onto Taylor’s leg. Gabriel lifted it up and started slamming into his mate. “Oh yeah, that’s what I’m talking about. Slam that kielbasa you call a cock into me. Oh god yeah…Oh Gabriel…Oh yeah…fuck me like it’s your job, babe.” Taylor’s dirty talk was turning Gabriel and his wolf on, and Gabriel could feel his control slipping. He wanted to send Taylor through the headboard. He threw Taylor’s leg up over his elbow and reached for his mate’s cock. He wrapped his fingers around Taylor’s long, hard cock and started to jerk him in rhythm with his thrusts. Taylor threw his head back against Gabriel’s shoulder, as he cried out, “Holy shit! Yes! That’s it, Gabriel! Don’t stop.” Taylor moved his neck to the side exposing his throat and Gabriel’s wolf started to howl. Gabriel latched his lips onto Taylor’s neck and started sucking.
He couldn’t take it, Gabriel was playing his body like an instrument. Gabriel’s long thick cock was hitting his sweet spot with each thrust in. He was dizzy, he could hardly catch his breath and he wanted it to go on forever. The pleasure was so intense that if he were to die right now, he would die an incredibly happy man. “Oh God no, not yet,” Taylor could feel his orgasm coming. It was racing to explode out of him. He pushed back thrust for thrust with Gabriel trying to get him deeper. Then Gabriel ran a fingernail into the slit of his cock and Taylor couldn’t hold back anymore. “Do it, Gabriel. Do it. Claim me. Make me yours,” Taylor cried out.
Gabriel licked Taylor’s neck where it met his shoulder and his teeth elongated. He gently scraped them along Taylor’s flesh causing a shiver to run through his mate. His orgasm was rushing to completion. He could tell Taylor’s was, too. He thrust hard one last time. He and Taylor both started to shoot as he sunk his teeth into Taylor’s soft skin. Taylor screamed out, “Gabriel!” It was ambrosia, his mate tasted like he smelled, honeysuckle and fresh-cut grass on a summer day. He didn’t want to stop tasting his mate, but he knew he had to stop. He felt the mating b
ond snap into place and it was like nothing he had ever experienced before. He felt like one with Taylor, like they were of one body. His mind reeled and he felt lightheaded. Gabriel released Taylor and licked the bite closed.
Taylor couldn’t believe how hard he came. He felt like all the fluids in his body shot out of his cock at the same time. Then he felt Gabriel’s bite and it was wonderful. He felt like one with Gabriel. Like their souls wrapped around each other and he could feel everything Gabriel felt. He could feel all Gabriel’s sorrow over causing him pain. He could feel all the pain Gabriel felt because of his childhood, and he could feel all the love that Gabriel had for him and it nearly crushed him. For the first time in his life he felt complete. He felt like he was home. He needed this man. He loved this man. Gabriel licked his bite then lifted his head. Taylor turned his head to look back at him and Gabriel claimed his lips in a slow, tender kiss that made Taylor feel loved.
They pulled apart and Gabriel moved away from him. “Stay right there, sweet baby, don’t move.” Gabriel rolled off the bed and disappeared into the bathroom. He came back a few minutes later with a warm wet washcloth and tenderly cleaned Taylor up. He returned the washcloth to the bathroom and returned. Gabriel lay on his back on the bed. “Come here, sweet baby.” Taylor turned over and went into Gabriel’s arms. Gabriel pulled him close and kissed the top of his head. Taylor laid his head on Gabriel’s chest and placed a hand on his stomach. All the energy left his body and he couldn’t keep his eyes open. “Sleep now, sweet baby, I’ve got you.” He heard Gabriel whisper as he started to fall asleep. “I love you, Gabriel,” Taylor slurred out as he fell asleep.
Chapter 8
“So how are we going to do this, Doc?” Taylor asked Dr. Collins.
“I’m going to have you drink your mate’s blood today, about three times, then in the morning I will give you something to make you sleep and then I will start the operation. I’ll remove as much of the tumor as I can, then I will inject some of your mate’s blood directly into the remains of the tumor. While you’re still out I will give you your mate’s blood directly from his vein to yours. Then we’ll watch and see. After you wake up I want to do another MRI to see if there are any changes, and then we’ll go from there,” the doctor explained.
“How will you get to the tumor? Do you have to cut my head open?” Taylor asked nervously.
“Years ago that answer would have been yes. But not anymore. I will go in through your nose, into your sinus cavity and get to the tumor that way. After the surgery you will probably have some discomfort in your sinuses, probably a headache, but that should be about it. I may have to put some packing in your sinuses if there is bleeding. That may feel a little uncomfortable,” Dr. Collins answered.
“Okay, so when do we start?” Gabriel asked. He sat on the bed next to Taylor, with his arms wrapped around his mate, supporting him and comforting him. Taylor lay against his chest exhausted, looking very tired and weak.
“I’d like Mr. O’Leary to have some of your blood now, Mr. Angel.”
“Mr. Angel now, Doc. But seeing as you’re about to go into my brain, why don’t you just call me Taylor,” Taylor said weakly.
“Okay, right…Taylor,” the doc said nervously.
“Are you ready for this, sweet baby?” Gabriel asked, looking down at Taylor.
“As ready as I’ll ever be I guess. So how do I do this?” Taylor asked, his voice getting weaker.
The doc looked at Gabriel and nodded his head. Gabriel lifted his hand and Taylor watched in amazement as one of his claws extended from his fingers. He lifted his other hand up and sliced his wrist with his claw, causing a three-inch-long gash. He placed his now-bleeding wrist to Taylor’s mouth and waited for Taylor to drink. Taylor looked at the bloody wrist and swallowed hard.
“I don’t think I can do this,” Taylor said on a sob.
“Please, sweet baby. It’ll be okay,” Gabriel said gently.
Taylor flicked out his tongue and licked a small amount of Gabriel’s blood onto the tip of his tongue, then drew it in to taste it. To Taylor’s surprise, it tasted okay. A little woodsy, but fresh. Just like Gabriel’s scent, but stronger. Taylor reached up and held Gabriel’s wrist, placing it against his lips. He opened his mouth and latched his lips around the gash. He licked out against the gash, licking and sucking Gabriel’s blood into his mouth. His eyes closed at the wonderful taste of his mate. Gabriel kept his wrist at Taylor’s mouth as he caressed the back of Taylor’s head with his other hand. Micah, Jesse, Castiel, Sebastian, and the doc sat around the room watching.
Jesse sat on Micah’s lap, nervously biting his nails as he watched his best friend suck on his mate’s wrist. Bass’s phone buzzed with an incoming text, and he fished his phone out of his pocket and read the message.
Miss you, my mate. When are you coming back to me? It’s been three days since you left my side. Is all well? Bass smiled at the text and answered.
I miss u 2, my mate. Taylor is starting treatment right now. Surgery 2mrrw. Will wait till he wakes up 2 see how he is, then return 2 you. Unless u want me 2 wait to return your Dr. 2 u?
His phone buzzed with another message.
NO, leave pain in ass there 2 help your friend. Cum back 2 me ASAP.
Bass nearly choked at the way Storm texted the word cum instead of come. Everyone turned to look at him. He held up his phone and smiled shyly. “Sorry, text from my mate.”
“Ooooh, phone sex. I like phone sex,” Taylor said softly. Bass turned to look at him, noticing that Taylor was finished drinking from Gabriel and Gabriel had already licked the wound closed.
“Not really phone sex, but…” Bass trailed off with a shrug to his shoulder.
“Go be with your mate, Bass. We’ll let you know how everything is going,” Gabriel said to his best friend.
“I will, after Taylor’s surgery and I know he’s okay,” Bass answered.
“I’ll be okay, brother,” Gabriel answered, giving Bass a knowing look.
“I know, I just want to make sure everyone is okay first.” Bass returned Gabriel’s look.
“Full moon’s in six days. You should get back to butthead before the full moon cycle or he will go nuts from the heat,” the doc said as he checked Taylor’s pulse. Everyone just stared at him like he was crazy. He looked up at the now-silent room and saw that everyone was staring at him. He blushed. “What?”
“Is it customary for cat shifters to call their leader butthead?” Castiel asked.
“No, only me,” Dr. Collins answered with a smirk.
“Maybe you should watch how you speak about my mate in front of me, Doc,” Bass said as he looked at the doc with anger in his eyes.
“You’re new to our pride, Mr. Angel, trust me, it’s okay for me to call my big pain-in-the-ass brother a butthead. That’s the least of my insults. You should hear us at home,” Dr. Collins said to Bass.
Bass looked at him in surprise, his eyes wide and his brows raised high. “Storm is your brother? Why didn’t he tell me? And how is that possible? He’s a tiger, you’re an ocelot.”
“He’s a white tiger to be more specific. And yes I am an ocelot. We have different fathers, same mother.” Dr. Collins looked at Bass like he should know this.
“What? I thought cats mated for life? Your mother married another after leader Storm’s father died?” Castiel asked.
“No, she had both mates at the same time. And both of our fathers are still alive. They still live on the pride,” Dr. Collins said nonchalantly as he checked Taylor’s IV. Bass just stared at him stunned.
“Wait a minute. Does that mean cat shifters have two mates?” Jesse asked in surprise.
“Yes, we do,” Dr. Collins answered and looked at Jesse.
“Lucky…bastard…Bass…You get…two,” Taylor tried to get out, but only whispered.
“I get…two?” Bass said as he dropped down into a chair in shock. “B…but how? Why didn’t we know this? What the hell am I gonna do with two mates?”
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“Same as you do with one mate I suppose. Only double your pleasure, double your fun,” Castiel snorted.
“You didn’t know?” Dr. Collins asked in surprise.
“No,” Bass answered.
“Well, it’s very rare for us to find both our mates. As you all know, it’s hard enough to find one, forget two,” Dr. Collins said.
“Why do cat shifters get two?” Jesse asked. “Did you know about this, Micah?” Jesse looked at his mate, and the look on Micah’s face told him that Micah had indeed already known. Micah nodded his head, and looked at Bass with guilt in his eyes.
“You knew this, Micah? And you didn’t tell me?” Bass asked, offended.
“I’m sorry, Bass, but it’s one of those things that each species tries to keep from public knowledge. For safety reasons. I’m sorry, Bass, but I thought it was something your mate should tell you,” Micah answered sheepishly.
“You’re right, my mate should have told me,” Bass said in annoyance.
“But why two mates?” Jesse asked again.
“Once we meet our mate, we go into heat. Then again at every full moon. For three days all we want to do is fuck. Like for three days straight. No breaks. So it takes two mates to keep up with us. To keep the heat at bay,” Dr. Collins explained.
“So once you mate you go into heat for three days, and just fuck non-stop?” Jesse asked, fascinated.
“No, not just once we mate. Once we meet our mate. The heat starts and if we don’t start copulating, the heat gets worse and worse. Till finally we go mad from the heat and can go feral. If the heat doesn’t kill us first,” Collins said like it was no big deal. Bass’s eyes opened even wider than before. His face was a mask of horror. Everyone turned to look at him.
“I didn’t know this. Why didn’t he tell me? How bad is the heat after meeting your mate and not fucking?” Bass asked in a panic.
