by Flynn Eire
I nodded, grabbing the lube and quickly slicking up my fingers before swallowing the head of his cock, not able to take much. I pulled back off. “I’ll get better. My ass is super tight, I promise.”
He gave me a kind smile, running his thumb over my lip. “I like to play, Trevor. I’m not an asshole.”
“I know.” I hadn’t, but I was glad he wasn’t.
“Suck on it as hard as you can and tease the slit, and I’ll be happy,” he muttered, moving his cock back to my mouth. “Not sure why I’m telling you that. I don’t normally do that.”
I gave a shrug like it was no big deal, but in my heart I hoped it was because I was his mate and he knew I wasn’t just some meaningless fling. I stretched myself well and as fast as I could, glad he seemed to be enjoying the blow job, coming with a grunt and filling my mouth with salty goodness.
“You get any better at that and I might tie you to my bed until I get my fill of you,” he panted, giving me another funny look.
I smirked at him, not taking offense at the implication he’d get tired of me. “I have centuries of tricks that will keep you entertained.”
His eyes filled with heat, and he licked his lips. “I’ll bet.” He stood, pulling me to my feet with him, and then shoved me onto the bed with a smirk. He climbed on as well, surrounding me with his larger frame, keeping me on my side as he pulled up my knee. Then he pushed his cock in me gently, both of us moaning.
“More, I want more,” I begged, meaning it as I reached up and cupped his face. He gave me the kiss I’d wanted, thrusting as he pushed his pants down further so I didn’t get cut by his zipper. “Dublin, oh fuck. Fuck me.”
“Gladly,” he purred, shoving more in me, the burn not even bothering me I wanted him so badly. “Shit, your ass is even better. Tight and inviting. Yeah, we’re having repeats.”
“Good,” I moaned, wrapping my arms around his neck as his hips snapped faster and he went deeper. “Oh fuck me good.”
“I like the begging,” he praised. Once my body was ready for more, he rolled me onto all fours and draped himself over my back as he pounded into me, telling me to stroke my dick as he kissed along my neck. Fuck, was it good.
He was good.
I warned him when I was coming, and he followed me right over, filling my ass completely with his seed and collapsing on top of me as I fell to the bed. We both lay there gasping, sweaty and spent.
“Shit, that was amazing,” he murmured, kissing my neck. “When can you play next?”
“You’re done with me?” I asked, swallowing the hurt that he was basically telling me to go. “Can’t you go again?”
“I could in a bit,” he admitted, pulling out of me and rolling onto his back. “If I got stirred back up, I could absolutely go again.”
“I can make you rise to the challenge,” I teased, turning so I was lying on my side next to him. I moved to straddle him again, rubbing my ass against his groin as his cum leaked out of me. “No condoms are fun, right?”
“Yeah, they are,” he admitted, running his hands up my thighs. “Does it feel good on your end? I thought guys didn’t like that.”
“I do when I enjoy the one I’m with,” I answered, not sure that was really true but wanting him to know he was special. I leaned over and teased his nipples, loving the way he watched me. I kissed up his chest, along his neck, and played with his ear. “Did you like being inside of me, Dublin? Knowing you could fuck me however you wanted, as hard as you wanted, and I could take it, beg for more?”
“Shit, yes, it was awesome,” he moaned, grabbing my ass with his big hands. “Talk dirty to me, baby.”
“Trevor. I’m Trevor.”
He flinched. “I know.”
“Good, just—I don’t like pet names because I’ve had that where he called everyone that so he didn’t have to learn names.” I was mortified to admit something, but that was about the only time I’d found someone to top me, and it was sensitive.
“Guys like that are assholes,” he said gently, rubbing my back. “Fun can be had without being disrespectful or insensitive.”
“Glad you think so.” I went back to my teasing and dirty talk, smirking at him when he was hard and wanting under my ass.
“Sit on it and show me what you got,” he challenged, and I gladly gave it to him. I bounced on his cock as he tugged on mine, looking thrilled with my performance from the way he gasped for air after we were done.
Well, at least my mate liked to fuck me even if he might fuck others. Oh no, that wouldn’t break me in the worst way.
2
“Someone did the late night sneak in last night,” Ashton, one of my litter teased me as I joined them for breakfast.
“You missed a hell of a dinner,” I chuckled, smiling as I grabbed food. “It’s changed. People were hesitant, but no one was rude. They went through a lot with the attack, and we reminded them of it.” I held up my hand when Gerald opened his mouth. “I’m not excusing it, I’m explaining it. Also, the hounds wondered why we escaped the five hundred years trap. We would have thought they were spies too if the situation was reversed.”
“Yeah, we would have,” he agreed after a moment. “We would have figured it out or asked, not leave it for months to be this awkward—”
“We aren’t all they have to worry about, Brother,” I cut in. “There are thousands of children, orphan children, who take priority. I’m going to keep going and getting involved. Everyone was nice to me, and it was nice to have community.”
“What are you thinking?” Gerald asked.
I shrugged. “Barry Lowell suggested something public like helping at the greenhouses, as the kids are there. All the kids know is we came during the attack. They’re too young to get the complications of spying and whatnot. I don’t like kiddies scared of us now that we’re on Heaven’s side.”
Ashton—who was second oldest—hurried to jump in. “I think that’s great. I’ll join you after our guard shift. I could pick veggies or learn the fodder. Good exercise, and we do get scores of fresh, organic food here which is nice.”
Gerald gave a slow nod. “I was thinking of offering to help with the riding mower. Being seen is smart, but I got a lot of the brunt of the shit, so being around people and whispers I’m still too—it wouldn’t help if I snipped at people.”
“I’ll ask Rafe about that before our shift. It’s good to get some sun in our human form too,” I said quickly, glad they were willing to try. I hurried to stuff my face, needing the energy, as I hoped to have more fun with my mate later. Then I headed over to Rafe’s, glad when I found everyone in a good mood having a huge Saturday morning feast.
“Hey, Trevor,” he greeted, smiling widely at me.
“Hey,” I replied, nodding to his mate who was standing closely and watching me. “Gerald was wondering if you could use help with the mowing. We want to help, but he’s… He tends to snip after people have been a bit harsh, so he doesn’t want to be a jerk. Ashton’s going to help me in the greenhouses later, and so might some others. I guess we’re asking for what we can do to help.”
He nodded, clearing his throat. “You guys know anything about paving stones? We were thinking of putting in a path to the castle so people aren’t trying to walk over there in snow as tall as them but don’t have to go all the way to the street.”
“You mean someone like you,” Stryker chuckled, giving his mate a loving look.
“Hey, some of those drifts almost ate me,” he defended, shrugging good naturedly. “But yeah, we—it would be great if someone took that off our plate. One of the archangels will help, but we don’t want like a road, but something that can be easily cleared too and won’t crack under the ATVs, and that’s so not my area.”
“We got you covered,” I assured him. “We have a brother for that. He loves that stuff. Did a cool concrete path at the Hale estate. He put something in it so it was colored and pressed a stone pattern in it so it looked really cool and could take ATVs and no problems with a
snow blower.”
“You’ve got a brother for that?” he teased me, smiling brightly. “Like an app for that? Anything I come up with you’ve got a brother for it?”
“Probably,” I admitted. “We tend to each have our own thing. It sort of separates us from the litter, as there are so many Hales that it’s hard not to feel like we blend.”
“What’s your thing then?” a deep voice asked from behind me, and I had a hard time not shivering, thrilled that Dublin was interested.
I glanced at him over my shoulder, getting hard just from his gorgeous eyes. “Archery. I’m really into archery, and I love to hunt that way. I also had a bunch of dogs I rescued at home.” I frowned, looking away.
“You miss it,” he muttered, moving closer.
I shrugged. “I might not agree with my family on everything, or even much of anything, but I’ve lived at the main Hale estate for hundreds of years. We left everything behind. All the books we collected from around the world over hundreds of years. Gifts. Everything. It’s probably all destroyed now because Father is a jerk like that.”
“I’ll speak with Castillo,” Rafe said gently, patting my arm. “No one would have allowed that no matter how worried we were about you guys originally. That’s not cool at all.”
“Thanks, Rafe.” I felt the smile I gave him, glad someone would care enough. I looked back at Dublin when they left. “You busy?”
Shock flashed in his eyes. “Right now?”
“I have my shift in an hour, but yeah, now, later, and any moment in between after how good it was,” I murmured, leaning in closer. “I am completely at your disposal, Dublin.”
Apparently hearing that flat did it for my mate because five minutes later he was plowing me in Rafe’s bathroom, praising me at how good I felt. When we were done, I turned around and pulled him down for a scorching kiss.
“Tonight?”
“Someone else already asked,” he admitted.
“Did you confirm?” I pushed, hating, hating he would go to someone else.
“No, I got the text before I saw you.”
“Then fuck me instead,” I begged, dropping to my knees and lapping at his cock, not caring it had just been inside me. “Please fuck me tonight, Dublin. Let me suck you and then fuck me again and again. I want more. I want to ride you and have you bend me over every surface, in every bathroom or—”
“Shit, yes, yes,” he hissed, moving my head onto his dick. “Suck it and I’ll fuck you all night. Damn, you are too much.” He moaned as I did as he liked. “Can I really fuck you anywhere?”
I pulled off of him and nodded. “As long as it’s like not on the table in front of my siblings, yeah, anywhere. Where do you want to fuck me?” I raised an eyebrow at him as I went back to blowing him, making it clear the fantasy had better be for me and not just anyone but he got me to do it. He nodded, getting what I was saying.
Even if it probably was a blanket fantasy. That was fine. Picturing it with someone else and then just letting me fill in wasn’t.
“Outside. Barry said Tristan did him outside while he held onto a tree, and while I didn’t like the images of my best friend getting banged like that, it’s all I keep thinking about now.” He smiled when I moaned. “Yeah, I immediately thought of a cute hound who sucks cock better than I’ve ever had a guy suck my cock. Now squeeze my sac and swallow it all down.”
I did as he wanted, moaning at the taste of my mate, my hound dying to make him smell like me. I stared up at him as he recovered, looking sated. “Will you touch me too?”
“You guys are into coming on people, right?” he checked, studying me closely.
“Yeah, it’s a hound thing,” I answered, not giving him the full truth.
He slowly nodded. “You give me my ultimate fantasy after dinner tonight, and I’ll let you finish on me.”
“How about we bring dinner out there and have it in between fun?”
He frowned. “That sounds too much like a date.”
“Would that be so bad?” I worried, wanting to move forward.
His eyes filled with anger. “I don’t date. Dating is bullshit. You want to fuck and play or not? I said that was all I was up for. I won’t ever keep someone.”
I nodded, clearing my throat. “I didn’t mean it like that. You can have lunch or dinner dates with your friends. I meant we could be friends who fuck not just strangers.”
His expression softened. “Sorry. Yeah, that would be cool. We can grab sandwiches or whatever.”
I leaned in and kissed him, ignoring how he allowed it but didn’t kiss me back. “I want to get to know you, Dublin. Not just your cock. I’m not asking for a ring or serious, but we can talk too.”
“Yeah, you’re cute enough,” he joked, looking like he wanted out of the conversation more than just about anything.
So I didn’t push, letting him go. He left first, and the hound who went to use the bathroom after him was not happy to find me there and figure out what we’d been doing from the way he scented the air.
“It’s not your business, but he is my mate,” I told whichever Sethos was standing before me. “And he’s been badly hurt, so how I handle this is my business.”
“So you haven’t told him?” he checked.
“We met last night, and he’s sleeping with a few other people and never plans to change that. Would you just blurt it out?” I challenged, nodding when he whistled. “Yeah, so getting to know him and healing his hurt is step one.”
“And figuring out how not to rip anyone who touches your mate to shreds,” he muttered, shaking his head as he went into the bathroom after I stepped out. “Shit, good luck with that, man. I don’t think I could do it.”
Neither did I, and that was all I thought about on my shift, running and running hard. When we were done, I took a minute to talk with the Markovas who were taking over for us, shocking my litter. I introduced them all, glad when we were received well. I figured since we were connected to the Lundbergs and Petro was mated to Malfinn that it was okay.
“Your mate is too funny,” I said to Boris, hurrying to finish when I saw anger stirring in his eyes. “He complimented me on how well washed my clothes were and couldn’t see one stray hair or fuzz on them. I told him my mother raised me right and a gentleman always looks his best out of respect for those he’s meeting with.”
“What did my little zaika say?” he asked, love shining in his eyes.
“He asked if I could teach that to some loud Russians he knew,” I answered honestly, glad when they laughed. “Have you guys helped in the greenhouse? How is it?”
“We do the fodder in the morning and drive the trucks now and again because we know how to,” Boris answered. “The greenhouses are peaceful, nice, but I feel as if I am always about to step on a child, and it makes me nervous. So I would not go during the busy times because they are big but the areas between the rows are not.”
“It is a good workout if you help unload and bring scraps to the trucks that will go to composting,” Petro added. “The children have races to see who can fill their bins fastest with dead leaves or when they pick the food. It is good fun and soothing to hear that much laughter. But it is hard if you are not used to children running underfoot.”
We talked for a bit longer, and I told them and my brothers about the path idea Rafe had mentioned to get to the castle. I wanted to pump my fist when one of them said they’d help my brother and get with Castillo, actually working with people and doing more than hiding.
It put me in a pretty good mood when I walked to the greenhouses with Ashton.
Until I walked past a woman who smelled of my mate. I told Ashton I’d catch up with him but I needed the restroom first, and then I followed the woman, catching her alone as she washed up.
“Are you messing around with Dublin?” I asked, working so hard to keep from growling, it was a bit snippier than I meant it.
She raised an eyebrow at me. “Like that’s any of your business.”
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sp; I cleared my throat and tried to cool off. “Please stay away from him.”
“No.” She gave me a look like I was nuts, and I couldn’t even blame her.
“Look, he’s my mate.”
Again, another look. “Sure, as soon as he tells me that.” She nodded when I growled. “That’s what I thought.”
“I just met him. I’m going to tell him, but he’s…”
“Yeah, finish that sentence,” she chuckled, shaking her head as she reached for paper towels. “Good luck with that.”
I reached out and grabbed her arm, not letting go when she gave me a look to stop touching her. “I know I started this wrong and it’s not my place to say who he’s with. I wasn’t going to say anything, but then I smelled him on you, and I realized I would feel horrible if someone didn’t tell me I was touching a mate.”
Her expression softened and she nodded, pulling her arm away still. “I get you.”
“It’s not fair to let you maybe get more involved when I know he’s my mate,” I clarified.
She snorted. “You don’t get involved with Dublin. You go to him to play.”
“He’s worth more than that.”
“I know that,” she sneered. “He doesn’t. He doesn’t get that. I’m saying how he feels.”
“Right, sorry.”
She nodded, sighing. “Fine, I’ll back off and tell him I’m into something else or whatever, but you have to tell him. I’ll give you a couple of weeks because after that, I’m the jerk blowing him off for no reason.”
I winced, not thinking that was very long but getting it. “Fine, yeah, thanks.” I cleared my throat. “Do you know the others?”
“Wow, yeah, you really have a fight ahead of you,” she blurted, glancing away with a look of pity. “I know one. I’ll talk to her. She’s the mom of one of us. She was having a fun young fling with him or whatever. I was going to tell him to ditch her because she likes to talk and it’s not cool. He doesn’t need another reason to think he’s not worth anything besides his dick.”
“I’ll change that,” I promised her, thanking her again for handling that and understanding. I hurried back to Ashton, and he explained to me he’d already found out what they needed and we had to pick. I looked at the list and nodded. I knew when cucumbers and peppers were ready to pick, so I led the way once we found gloves and clippers.
