Chapter Seven
Caladon caught a whiff of tension scenting his mate, which gave him pause, but then Leroy’s begging words and pleading tone caused him to dismiss his fears. At least, he relegated the knowledge to the back of his mind.
I will figure that out later. Right now…
“Where is your lube?” Caladon asked as he tightened his hold on Leroy’s cock, stroking his mate’s slender rod more firmly.
“Th-the drawer,” Leroy stuttered breathily, lifting his hand from Caladon’s hip and waving behind him. “Top drawer.”
Glancing over his shoulder, Caladon spotted the nightstand. He knew he needed to release Leroy, so he could grab it, but he couldn’t seem to stop feeling up his mate. His human’s long, slender prick felt perfect against his palm, and his huffing breaths and high pitched mewls were like a balm to his soul. He needed to please his mate.
Caladon’s decision made, he started working Leroy’s silk-covered erection in earnest, rubbing and massaging him through the sexy boy shorts. Never in a million years would he have thought the cute human would wear something so sexy. “Do you have other underwear similar to these?” he asked, whispering the words throatily into Leroy’s ear. “Are there others in these drawers that I will one day be able to explore?”
His own dick throbbed at the idea. When he’d seen the pale green silk fabric hugging the curves of his mate’s ass, he’d wanted to lower himself to his knees behind the man and explore every inch, discover exactly how the sexy briefs hugged the man. Instead, he’d remembered his mate’s fatigue, combined with his own shocky state, and he’d accepted just holding the sexy human.
Now, he wanted more, so much more.
“I-I like how silk feels on my skin and, um—”
Nuzzling the base of Leroy’s neck, Caladon licked his way to the skin behind his mate’s left ear. He reveled in the full body shiver that enveloped the sweet-tasting human for a few seconds. Then, Caladon ceased his sucking and mumbled against his mate’s skin, “And what?”
Leroy opened his mouth, but only a moan escaped him, as just then, Caladon massaged the wrinkled skin under his human’s cap. While a hot spot for most men, this one seemed to turn Leroy into a writhing mess, howling down the walls of the bedroom as he bucked and came.
The scent of hot semen flooded the room and Caladon grunted, just managing to keep from emptying his own balls. “Fuck,” he rumbled, his hand twitching spastically on Leroy’s silk-covered cock. “Need you.” With those words, he used both hands to pull the now soaked fabric away from his mate’s still twitching cock and shoved the silk halfway down Leroy’s thighs.
While continuing to push down his mate’s cum-filled briefs, Caladon swung his left hand behind him and, turning his head, he struggled to open the nightstand. “Need,” he whined, finally getting a hold on the drawer’s handle and yanking it open. He nearly sent it toppling to the floor, but fortunately it had one of those catches to keep it from coming out.
Caladon took a deep breath to center himself, regaining some control. After pressing a quick kiss to his panting mate, he slid his arm out from under him and gave his full attention to the drawer and its contents. He nearly swallowed his tongue when he spotted the dildo and knew he’d need to fuck his mate with that eventually. First, though…Caladon grabbed the tube of slick and slammed the drawer shut.
When Caladon turned back around, he moaned at the sight before him. Leroy had shoved off his underwear, rolled to his knees, and had two fingers pressed inside his ass. The human’s body remained flushed with arousal, as was his dick, bobbing beneath him.
Focusing on Leroy’s fingers, Caladon licked his lips, then whispered roughly, “Wh-what for lube?”
Leroy peered over at him with heavy lidded, dilated eyes. “My cum,” he replied, grinning cheekily.
Caladon groaned. He pressed the heel of his hand to the base of his erection. His cock ached, throbbing, pressing so hard against the fly of his jeans he worried he’d end up with a permanent impression on his dick. Needing to be as naked as his mate, Caladon lowered his fly and gave a sigh of relief as he shoved off his pants.
Rolling to his knees, Caladon shuffled behind his mate. He settled his hands on Leroy’s sides, using his big hands to grip him, and he realized he could practically circle his mate’s lean waist. He used his fingers to massage the soft skin at the top of his groin, tugging the light smattering of hair, then released it to tease the top of Leroy’s crease.
Leroy moaned and arched, pushing into Caladon’s touch.
“Gods, you are so sexy, mate,” Caladon rumbled. “Look at you. Your fingers buried in your channel, eagerly opening yourself for me.” He couldn’t take his eyes away from the sight of his mate stretching himself. He released Leroy’s right hip and reached blindly for the lube. “Keep doing that,” he ordered, finally getting his hand on the tube.
“Hurry,” Leroy urged, gasping and panting. “Wanna.” He paused and gulped. “Wanna feel you.”
“You will,” Caladon assured, rubbing his left hand over Leroy’s flank and ass cheek as he popped the cap with the thumb of the other. “Soon.”
Caladon finally managed to release Leroy’s ass cheek and poured a healthy dollop onto his fingers. While it had been decades since he’d been with a man, he remembered what was needed and gently rubbed the liquid between his fingers to warm it. After a few seconds, Caladon settled one finger beside Leroy’s and pressed.
Reveling in the gasp that escaped his mate, Caladon slid his finger in alongside Leroy’s. His heart thudded in his chest at the sight of his black finger working his mate’s pale flesh. So different, so exciting, Caladon’s long prick twitched and bobbed between his legs at the thought of sliding inside Leroy’s white ass.
Groaning, Caladon rolled his hips, making his dark erection rub against Leroy’s creamy pale thigh. Leroy’s shoulders lowered, his back arched, his head bowed. Caladon dropped the lube on the comforter and he gripped Leroy’s wrist. Using the hold, he gently pulled his mate’s fingers free.
Leroy whined, but didn’t resist him. “Please.”
“I got you, my mate,” Caladon crooned. “Going to make you feel so good.”
As Caladon spoke, he inserted a second finger into Leroy. Finding him well stretched, he added a third. The flesh rippled around him, tightening and flexing. Caladon curved his fingers and pressed against Leroy’s prostate, gently stroking the bundle of nerves.
Leroy screamed. Digging his toes into the comforter, he came up off his knees in what seemed a desperate attempt to feel that stimulation again.
Caladon gripped Leroy’s hip and pulled him close to him. His cock bumped against his mate’s balls, smearing pre-cum over the orb-filled sack. Adjusting his hips, he moved his cock head to Leroy’s finger-filled hole. He pulled his digits free and immediately pushed, easily popping his crown inside, once again stretching Leroy’s striated muscles.
Hissing, Leroy muttered, “Shit. Condom?”
Stilling, Caladon struggled to form words when every instinct in him screamed to finish sinking his cock into his mate, to take and claim, to prove to this sexy human who he belonged to for all time.
“I-I am a shifter,” Caladon finally managed to growl out. “No condom needed.”
Leroy’s head seemed to sag on his neck, and Caladon realized he rested his forehead on the bed.
Caladon rubbed Leroy’s ass and side. “Is that okay?” It just about killed him to ask, but if his mate insisted, he’d pull out, find a condom, and use it.
When Caladon didn’t receive an immediate response, he tightened his hold on Leroy’s hip, gritted his teeth, and began to withdraw.
“No!” Leroy cried. Reaching back, he grabbed Caladon’s wrist, rocking backward and forcing Caladon’s dick deeper. “Don’t go.”
Hissing between clenched teeth, Caladon curved over Leroy’s back. He settled his second hand on the mattress near his mate’s shoulder and ground out, “I need
you to decide. Condom or no condom?”
Leroy turned his head and met his gaze. “No condom starts the bonding process, doesn’t it?”
Unwilling to lie to his mate, Caladon nodded once. “If I spill in you.”
“And biting completes it?”
“Yes,” Caladon responded.
“What if you claim me and later resent me?”
Caladon shook his head. “Impossible. You are my mate, a gift from the Gods. I will do everything in my power to prove that to you,” he told him. Cupping Leroy’s jaw, Caladon captured his mate’s mouth. As he swept his tongue into his lover’s mouth, he began to rock his hips, sliding his dick out a bit before thrusting deeper, sinking further into Leroy with each movement.
Leroy moaned into his mouth, his body trembling beneath Caladon’s own. Sweat slicked their heated flesh, making it easy to move and slide against each other. When he finally bottomed out, his balls flush to Leroy’s own, Caladon forced his body to still. He brought the kiss to an end, sucking gently on Leroy’s tongue as he did so before releasing him.
Breathing heavily, Caladon settled over Leroy fully, his chest curved around his mate’s back. He pressed his forehead against the nape of Leroy’s neck. Sticking out his tongue, he licked the sweat from between his mate’s shoulder blades, then lifted his head and swiped up his nape and along his neck.
“My mate,” he crooned. “My beautiful human.” His body shuddered as he felt Leroy’s channel relax, the muscles rippling around his length. “Can I make you mine forever, my sweet Leroy?” he asked as he slowly pulled his cock nearly free of Leroy’s chute before reversing direction and sliding back into him.
Leroy moaned. “You’re so fucking long,” he whined, writhing under him. “Never been stretched like this. Feels so damn good.”
While grateful he pleased his lover, Caladon hadn’t received an answer to his question. That didn’t stop him from adjusting his angle and driving into his lover faster. He kept one hand next to Leroy’s head and gripped his mate’s hip with the other.
Stilling Leroy’s movements, Caladon controlled their pace, knowing he rubbed over his mate’s prostate with each stroke by the way his mate’s channel rippled and the whining nonsense escaping Leroy’s throat. He loved affecting his mate so much, driving him out of his mind.
“My mate,” Caladon purred. He opened his mouth and licked a line across Leroy’s collar bone, enjoying the combined flavors of sweat and skin. “Taste so damn good,” he growled. On instinct, he scraped his teeth along the line he’d just licked.
Leroy whined. “Oh!” He pressed up into Caladon.
Caladon just managed to pull his mouth up before he inadvertently broke skin. “Leroy,” he growled in warning. “Is that permission, mate?”
“Yes, oh, God, yes,” Leroy responded. “Want to be yours. Love seeing your hands on me. Love feeling you touch me, feeling you in me. Want it forever.”
His snake hissed in his mind and Caladon knew he couldn’t hold back anymore. Releasing his hold on Leroy’s hip, he pressed in and settled his weight on Leroy’s body, forcing him flush with the mattress. He rested his torso’s weight on his elbows as he blanketed his mate, careful not to crush his small human lover.
“Mine,” he hissed throatily as he sank his canines into Leroy’s shoulder. Blood flowed up from the wound and he sucked it down, moaning at the metallic taste of his mate’s life essence. As he gulped down several swallows, he continued to rut into the body beneath him, nailing his mate’s prostate with each thrust.
Leroy howled and shuddered, his body nearly vibrating as his channel’s muscles contracted with his release. “Cal!”
The moaning of Caladon’s name thrilled him, knowing he gave his mate so much pleasure. Pulling his canines free, he roared with his own release, filling his mate’s rectum with his seed. For the first time in so long, Caladon felt contentment flood his system. Finally, finally, he felt as if he were home.
“My Leroy,” he murmured. He licked the claiming mark, sealing the wound. Then, he nuzzled Leroy’s temple before he kissed behind his ear. Still holding his weight off of Leroy’s torso, he rested his groin on Leroy’s ass as he felt himself begin to soften in his mate’s hot, wet chute.
Turning his head, Leroy peered at him drowsily. “Wow, that was—” His smile appeared almost loopy. “Wow.”
Caladon chuckled softly. He tilted his head and pecked a kiss to Leroy’s lips. Then, carefully, he eased his cock from his mate’s channel. “Love pleasing you, Leroy,” he said. Easing off the bed, Caladon bent over and pecked another kiss to his mate’s lips. “I will get a cloth to clean you. Be right back.”
After getting a grunt of acknowledgement from Leroy, Caladon strode to the bathroom. He wiped himself down, then returned to the bedroom. Pausing in the doorway, he smiled at his now snoring mate. Caladon had known his human was exhausted, and the three hours he’d napped in Caladon’s arms hadn’t been nearly enough to recharge the man.
He crossed to Leroy and eased him onto his back. Smiling at the man’s incoherent mumbling, he cupped his mate’s thigh and opened his legs. When he saw his cum dribbling from Leroy’s red-flushed hole, he felt blood flow south again, his cock thickening to half-mast.
Caladon shook his head at himself and grinned. It’d been over seventeen years since he’d had sex, so the fact that he was ready to go again wasn’t at all surprising. Just when he’d finished cleaning his mate, Caladon heard a quiet trill that he recognized as his loaner phone.
Crossing to his discarded jeans, Caladon tugged the phone free of them. After a second, he remembered how to answer and swiped his thumb across the face of the device. “Caladon here.”
“Hi, Cal. It’s Sapian,” the gargoyle greeted. “Raymond said he spoke with you. How are you faring?”
A smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, Caladon admitted, “Okay. I, uh…I just claimed Leroy.”
Sapian chuckled. “Congratulations.” Then, he cleared his throat and stated, “Raymond found some information on your friend, Dewain. He also found something on your son. I talked to Maelgwn, and we need you to come in.”
Sighing, Caladon tucked the phone between his ear and shoulder, then picked up a blanket that rested at the foot of the bed. “Okay. I need to write Leroy a note. Then I will be in,” he promised as he spread it over his softly snoring human.
“Sorry to pull you away,” Sapian told him, sounding sincere.
“He will understand.”
Sapian grunted. “Leroy is a good guy. I’m certain you’re right.”
After hanging up, Caladon yanked on his jeans and shirt before thrusting his feet into his loafers. Leaning over his mate, he kissed Leroy on the cheek. He straightened, smiling at his mate’s sweet features. Caladon sighed, then managed to turn away and head from the room.
Caladon searched the kitchen for paper and pen. After he’d written the note and left it on the nightstand, he headed out to the SUV. As he drove through town, he spotted a flower shop and couldn’t resist stopping. While he knew Leroy wasn’t a girl, he wanted a gift to reinforce his sorrow at having to leave his lover.
Making quick work in choosing both a bouquet of Peruvian lilies, which the lady behind the counter assured him meant friendship and devotion, he also couldn’t resist picking up a small stuffed snake. At that, the lady lifted one brow, but didn’t comment. Caladon paid and headed back to the SUV with his purchases. He opened the door, but before climbing in, he heard someone from almost directly behind him call, “You there!”
Caladon paused and turned, finding a middle aged man with receding blond hair and hard brown eyes. From the features and carriage, he immediately recognized the man as a relative of Leroy’s, probably his father, considering the human’s advancing age. Setting the bouquet and snake on the seat, Caladon gave the man his full attention.
“Can I help you?”
“I hope so,” the man said. He held up his phone, showing a pictu
re of Caladon and Leroy seated in a booth. Caladon instantly realized it’d been taken earlier that day, when he and his mate had shared a meal. “You know my son, Leroy.”
Caladon nodded once. “I do.”
“Stay away from him.”
At the cold demand, Caladon’s eyes narrowed. “Why?” he asked, even though he could guess.
“My son doesn’t need to associate with people like you,” Leroy’s father said, tucking the phone into his pocket.
Caladon crossed his arms over his chest and frowned down at the man. He hated that Leroy had been right, and it sure hadn’t taken long for him to be approached. Still, nothing was going to drive him away from his mate.
“Leroy is an adult. Who he dates is up to him,” Caladon stated. “He will have to ask me to leave him alone. Not you.” Caladon had every intention of never allowing that to happen. He’d make his mate far too happy for that.
Leroy’s father frowned. “How much will it take?” he asked, pulling out his wallet. “A thousand? Five thousand?”
“Excuse me?” Caladon couldn’t believe the audacity of the man. Offense on behalf of his mate flooded him. He’d heard Leroy say his father put a price on his head, but for it to actually happen?
Bastard!
“Don’t be ignorant,” the human snarled. “You know what I’m talking about. How much to make you go away?”
Well, put like that, it sounded…well, worse. “Fuck you,” Caladon snapped.
Ignoring the man’s sputtering, he turned away. As he climbed into his SUV he heard the man yell, “You’ll be sorry you didn’t take the money!”
Caladon responded by flipping the guy off before driving away.
Chapter Eight
Leroy groaned and rolled over. Sighing and stretching, he smiled at the pleasant ache in his ass. He reached across the bed. When he didn’t feel the warmth of skin against his palm, and nothing heated his back, he peeled open a heavy eyelid.
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