“Now wait a minute,” Chieftain Grecian called, attempting to stop them. “Festian is my enforcer. You have no right to take him. He’s under my purview, which means I will punish him as I see fit.”
Conchlin couldn’t hold in his snort as he traced his clawtips over Baron’s furry back, checking for injury. His horse shifter nickered softly and butted his head against him, probably attempting to soothe. Conchlin could just imagine what Festian’s punishment would be at the hands of Grecian—nothing. He was more likely to be reprimanded for losing the fight than for going after Conchlin.
“I am Elder Bodb, member of the Circle of Elders,” Bodb countered, gruffly, his deep brown eyes narrowing. “You may submit a complaint to the circle if you have issue with my edict.”
“Come on. Let’s get out of here.” Grigoris appeared beside Conchlin, drawing his attention. “We’ll let the big guys handle this bullshit.”
Conchlin glanced from Grigoris to Baron to Maelgwn. His chieftain nodded and winked, effectively giving him permission to leave. Only too happy to get away from all the drama—he was sure he’d hear about everything through the grapevine eventually—he smiled at Grigoris and nodded. Then he turned his attention to Baron.
“I so wanna race you to the back porch, but I know you’re not up for that, yet,” Conchlin whispered into his furry ear. “Can we take a raincheck?”
Baron bobbed his head in a horsey nod.
Conchlin grinned and started toward the estate house. Grigoris flanked him, and Kort was there, too. Both of their mates were also with them, Grigoris’s human, Aaden, fawning over him and checking for scratches.
“Thank you so much.” Conchlin finally managed to catch Grigoris’s attention, after Aaden seemed to be satisfied that Grigoris was just fine. “I’m truly honored that you’d help me out in such a way.”
Grigoris reached over and gripped Conchlin’s shoulder. “Don’t think anything of it. You’re family.” Then he winked as he chuckled deeply, grinning broadly. “Besides.” His voice took on a husky growl. “I should be thanking you. Getting to lay a whoopin’ on your moron brother?” He barked a laugh and turned his attention to Aaden. “And now, winner’s sex.”
Just as he said that the estate house appeared through the trees. Grigoris grabbed his mate around the waist and launched into the air. In seconds, he’d flown to his balcony, and Grigoris and Aaden disappeared.
Conchlin laughed, especially when Kort offered his congratulations, then grabbed Mace and disappeared with his own mate.
“I happen to think their idea is right on the money.”
Too busy watching his friends disappear, Conchlin hadn’t even realized Baron was shifting. He sure noticed now, though. Snuggling back into his lover’s hold, Conchlin enjoyed the warmth of his arms and his kisses to his neck.
“Yeah?” Conchlin replied, his blood firing in his veins. His prick thickened in his loincloth. Turning his head and rubbing his cheek against Baron’s chest, he murmured, “What did you have in mind?”
“I’m going to fuck and claim you, Conchlin,” Baron stated bluntly. “You ready for that?”
“Yes!” Conchlin’s cock twitched behind the fabric of his loincloth. He sobered, concern filling him, and he turned in Baron’s hold. “Do you think you’re up for that?”
“Oh, I’m definitely up for it.” Baron rocked his hips as he leered at him, hunger in his gaze.
Conchlin felt Baron’s hard cock slide across his hip, drooling pre-cum. He trembled in his mate’s hold, his own desire heating him from the inside out. Unfortunately, he realized something else, which caused his eyes to widen in alarm.
“You’re naked! You shouldn’t be naked in the cold!”
Baron chuckled as he eased his grip. “I can handle a couple minutes in the snow without clothes, but come on. My sweats are on the deck.” He grabbed Conchlin’s hand, twining their fingers. “Then you can show me to your room.”
Conchlin nodded even as he followed Baron up the couple of steps and crossed the deck. His mate released him only long enough to grab a pair of sweatpants that had been left on the back of a lawn chair. After Baron had pulled them back on, which was too bad, because the view had been fantastic, Conchlin eagerly took his shifter’s hand again and led him into the estate home and through its halls.
By the time they reached Conchlin’s suite of rooms, he was practically panting with need. They’d used the elevator so Baron wouldn’t have to climb the couple flights of stairs, and his mate had taken complete advantage of the secluded space. Conchlin could still taste Baron’s flavor on his tongue from when his mate had ravished his mouth.
Conchlin had loved every second of it.
“This way,” Conchlin urged, leading him through the main living space, past the kitchenette, and into his bedroom. As he peered around his blue bedroom, a spike of nerves surged through him. “Th-This is my room.”
“It’s very nice,” Baron told him. “Almost as lovely as you.”
Turning in surprise, Conchlin gaped at the beautiful Nubian man before him. He licked his lips, then swallowed hard. While Conchlin had been looking around, concerned about his décor, Baron had shed his sweatpants.
His dark chocolate skin gleamed in the moonlight streaming through the windows. His dark eyes glittered, expressing his hunger. A thin patch of black curls surrounded the base of his long, hard erection, a pearl of liquid already gleaming at the tip.
“Oh!”
Grinning, Baron curved his lips into a feral smile. “Oh, I do love how you respond to me.” He gripped his erection in one hand as he pointed at the nightstand. “Your lube in there?”
Conchlin’s brain was having a hard time processing words. Still, he managed to shake his head. He turned and crossed to the bed. Putting one knee on it, he reached forward and slid his hand under a pillow.
After wrapping his fingers around the lube he’d hidden there days before, Conchlin pulled out his hand and began to straighten. Large, strong hands landed on his hips. A firm chest pressed against his back, keeping him bent over.
“Perfect,” Baron whispered huskily. “Absolutely perfect.”
A shudder worked through Conchlin. He panted softly as his body responded to those simple touches as well as the warm breath teasing his sensitive, pointed eartip. Bowing his head, he rocked his hips, nudging his ass against the huge erection behind him.
Conchlin was about ready to curse the fabric of his loincloth when he felt Baron’s blunt fingers at his side. A few seconds later, the fabric fell from his hips. He shivered as he felt Baron press his erection into the cleft of his ass, the thick flesh sliding along the sensitive skin in his groove.
“Hand me the lube, then finish climbing on the bed,” Baron ordered. “Stay on your knees.”
Baron’s voice was rough, almost needy. The musky aroma of his arousal perfumed the air as Conchlin handed over the lubricant. His hand on Conchlin’s hip, however, was gentle as Baron helped him forward and into the position he wanted.
Conchlin was more than happy to allow Baron to manhandle him. His dick swung between his legs, aching and oozing pre-cum. Goose bumps popped up on his skin when Baron’s palm skimmed down his spine. Even his balls were already tightening, the tingle at his spine threatening his release.
He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so on edge.
Need surging through him, Conchlin canted his hips. “Now, please, hurry,” he encouraged. His channel felt empty, his body needy, hungry, on fire, and he knew only Baron could give him what he craved. “Please!”
“I got you, my mate,” Baron crooned.
The tell-tale snick of the lube being opened reached Conchlin’s ears. A second later, slick-cooled fingers massaged his anus. Conchlin sighed, focusing on relaxing his body, welcoming Baron’s digits.
Baron took his invitation. He pressed lightly, and when Conchlin’s muscle gave way, he slid his finger deep into his body. After stroking Conchlin’s
inner walls a couple times, he came back with two fingers.
Relishing the stretch as Baron finger-fucked him, Conchlin wanted more. He wanted everything. Moaning deeply, he rocked in Baron’s hold, trying to tell him without words since he couldn’t seem to get his vocal cords to cooperate.
“I got you, Conchlin,” Baron rumbled from behind him. He began skimming kisses up Conchlin’s spine, licking and nipping. “Ready for another?”
Conchlin managed to hum and nod in acknowledgment.
Baron took that as assent.
Thank the gods!
Feeling Baron press a third finger into him, Conchlin allowed a low moan of bliss to slip from between his lips. He continued to rock in his lover’s hold as he worked to find his tongue. It took a couple tries, but he managed it.
“Now, please, Baron. I’m so damn ready.”
Conchlin forced himself to stop his mindless movements so he could peer over his shoulder at Baron. His mate had such a look of concentration on his face, causing a slight pinch of need to mar his furrowed brows. He met his lover’s dilated eyes and smile.
“I’m ready.”
Baron groaned, the sound one of desperation. He nodded. “Thank the gods.”
Conchlin returned his focus forward as he grinned. Baron’s thoughts had mirrored his own. Feeling the wide flared head of his mate’s prick touch his stretched muscle, he pushed out.
When Baron’s crown popped into his body, Conchlin’s moan nearly drowned out his lover’s. Baron froze, but Conchlin didn’t want that. He pushed backward, causing his mate’s erection to sink deeper.
That seemed to light up Baron’s alpha personality.
Baron snarled and pushed, sinking deeper and deeper. The stretch caused Conchlin to whine wantonly, arching his back and welcoming his lover. By the time Baron stilled, he could feel his shifter’s balls pressing against his own.
“Oh gods, yes!” Conchlin hummed, reveling in the feeling of fullness, knowing his mate was inside him, drawing pleasure from his body. “So perfect.”
“Not quite, yet, it isn’t,” Baron stated, draping over Conchlin’s back. “Soon I will fill you with my seed and bite your neck.” He nipped at where Conchlin’s neck met his shoulder lightly, showing without words where he intended to bite. “Then, it will be perfect.”
Conchlin whimpered, shuddering hard. “Yes, please.” He was more than ready for that, for them to start their bond.
“Yesss,” Baron hissed.
Finally, Baron started moving, the slide of his erection offering the best kind of internal massage. Even better, his mate placed his left hand on the bed beside Conchlin’s forearm and wrapped his right around him. He gripped Conchlin’s dick in a firm grasp and began stroking in time with his thrusts.
Trembling in Baron’s hold, Conchlin still attempted to rock against him. His body betrayed him, however. His balls pulled flush to his body, and his orgasm could no longer be denied.
“Baron!”
Conchlin cried his mate’s name as waves of bliss crashed over him, shorting out his senses. He shuddered and moaned, floating in ecstasy. His body jolted spastically as his prick emptied his seed into the comforter.
The warmth of Baron’s cum flooding his rectum registered, bringing a smile to Conchlin’s lips. A second later, he felt sharp teeth at his neck. He tipped his head, offering more room.
Baron’s bite sent a spike of pain through Conchlin, causing him to gasp in surprise. A second later, he let that newly acquired air out on a long, drawn out moan. The pain morphed into the headiest rush of pleasure he’d ever experienced, and a second orgasm cascaded over his senses, causing black spots to dance across his vision.
Conchlin didn’t fight it when Baron urged him sideways, tumbling them both without ever removing his cock. Panting softly, he squeezed his chute muscles experimentally, which earned him a growl from his mate. He did it again, just because he could.
“Playing with fire, my sweet,” Baron rumbled before licking a line up his neck. “You needing another round?”
“Just love feeling you in me,” Conchlin admitted. Turning his head, he awkwardly met Baron’s gaze. He admired the heavy-lidded, satisfied smile Baron gave to him in return. “But if you need more”—he squeezed his channel again—”fill me up, my mate.”
Baron grunted, then pressed an awkward kiss to Conchlin’s neck. He did start moving again, however, easing his erection partway out before slowly pushing back into him. Groaning raggedly, Baron trembled behind him.
“I don’t deserve you,” Baron whispered harshly. “You’re so giving.”
“You do deserve me,” Conchlin countered, still smiling over his shoulder at his mate, loving the gentle glide, the feeling of fullness. “Just like I deserve you, my big strong, sexy alpha.”
Baron sighed, rocking up just enough to peck a kiss to the corner of Conchlin’s mouth. “I fear I’m not ready to give you my ass, though, my sweet.” Even as he continued his slow fucking ruts, his expression appeared troubled.
Conchlin grinned. “Of course you’re not ready.” Seeing Baron’s furrowed brows, he continued, “You’re still healing. We have loads of time to get to that point.” When the concern and guilt still didn’t ease from Baron’s dark eyes, Conchlin added, “Besides, I reached out to the shifters in our clutch, and they told me an interesting tale.”
“Oh?”
Feeling Baron’s cock head slide over his prostate, Conchlin let out a whimpering sigh. “Yeah. About a shifter who bonded without actually fucking his mate.”
Baron suddenly looked hopeful. “How’d he manage that?”
Conchlin started to chuckle, but it ended in a moan of pleasure. His cock was taking an interest, too, once more filling. He hummed.
“It was an accident, but his mate pushed the shifter’s seed into his hole by accident. Bonded them. Oh!” Conchlin trembled as Baron began teasing his nipple. “M-Maybe we could tr-try starting with that-that when y-you’re healed enough and r-ready.”
Groaning, Baron nipped Conchlin’s neck. “Gods, my sweet gargoyle. My Conchlin. I don’t deserve you, but I’m keeping you.”
Baron suckled on Conchlin’s neck for a few seconds as he continued to rut into him. Conchlin relished the renewed tingles erupting all over his body. His cock again twitched at his groin.
“Yes, my amazing mate.” Baron whispered the words into Conchlin’s ear, his voice throaty and deep. “Yes, we’ll start there. We’ll work up to my ass, if bonding like that doesn’t work and you want it. I am yours as you are mine.” Baron hesitated an instant, then finished, “I want everything with you.”
Conchlin grinned widely as he reached back and gripped Baron’s hip. He rocked into his slow ruts, relishing the slow burn. “Yes,” he panted. “Yes, you’re mine. I’m yours. Perfect.” Peering over his shoulder, Conchlin met Baron’s hungry gaze. “We’ll get there. We have time.”
Baron growled and, pinning Conchlin with a feral gaze, sped up his ruts.
Reveling in everything Baron, Conchlin gave himself over to his mate.
His last thought before his brain shut down was, we have all the time in the world.
About the Author
Charlie started writing fantasy when she was eight, and after stumbling onto her first erotic romance at age nineteen, she realized her true calling. She now focuses on writing gay erotic romance, normally of the paranormal variety, with heroes of all kinds. With the help and support of her husband, Charlie finally fulfilled one of her life-long goals... move to acreage with her horses. You can often find her curled up with her laptop and a cup of tea or glass of wine, creating her next adventure. Charlie enjoys exploring the mountains of her new Oregon home on horseback, 4-wheeler, or motorcycle.
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