Paranormal's Love 12 - Tempting the Bear

by Charlie Richards

  “Definitely not wanted,” Einan confirmed, snorting.

  Still focused on the alien-like face peering down at him, Wren listened to the sound of rustling. He heard a door open and close. As he watched, Wren saw Perseus glance across the room, then return his focus to him.

  “You believe this is a dream, don’t you?”

  Wren nodded. “I do,” he confirmed.

  Perseus’ nostrils flared as he raked his gaze over Wren’s body, pausing at his groin. “You want pleasure?”

  Shuddering at Perseus’ gruff tone, Wren nodded. The desire easily discernible in the green creature’s dark, gray-eyed gaze heated him from the inside out. His dick actually ached in his jeans. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this turned on...maybe when he was a teenager just figuring out what his dick was for?

  “Well, I am very happy to oblige in the pleasure department,” Perseus stated. “And as I drive you out of your mind with bliss, I’m going to tell you a little about us. You will listen and enjoy.”

  Wren would have bristled at the clear order in the creature’s tone, but in that same instant, something slipped under his thigh and pressed against his balls. Having always had sensitive orbs, he jolted and groaned. His cock jerked and he felt his jeans dampen, telling him that pre-cum oozed from his head.

  “Hmm, sensitive,” Perseus crooned. His eyes narrowed as he rested one clawed hand on the bed next to Wren’s head and leaned close. His eyes smoldering, Perseus smiled down at him, showing off long canines. “I will take full advantage of that knowledge.”

  “Hell, yeah,” Wren responded, struggling to get enough air into his lungs. He loved having his balls played with. Nothing could turn him on faster than a man who knew what to do with a pair of sensitive orbs. “Wh-What the fuck was that?”

  “My tail,” Perseus growled. “It’s very agile and I have complete control of it.”

  “Holy shit!” Wren would deny the squeak in his voice, but hot damn! “You have a tail?”

  Perseus rested his free hand on Wren’s stomach and he grinned widely down at him. “Oh, yes. And soon, it will be driving you out of your mind.”

  “How—” Wren began.

  Something—Perseus’ tail, Wren realized—slid over his balls again, then up and into the crease where his thigh met his groin. Wren snapped his jaw closed and grunted. His hips bucked, his body instinctively searching for more friction.

  “Don’t ask questions,” Perseus ordered as he made quick work of Wren’s belt, button, and fly. “I am a gargoyle, Wren,” he stated. “I have a tail. Accept it.”

  Wren nodded swiftly. He sucked in his gut as he lowered his gaze to where Perseus worked open his jeans. Sure, a gargoyle. Okay. Wren didn’t give a fuck what the creature above him called himself as long as—

  “Commando,” Perseus growled. “So fucking sexy. And look at these toys.”

  Groaning loudly, Wren bucked into Perseus’ grip on his dick. He huffed a breath when the gargoyle rubbed his thumb-claw over the Prince Albert’s piercing at the head of his dick. Twining his fingers into the sheet on the narrow bed, he whined loudly upon feeling Perseus’ claw dip into his slit, then pull back out and tug on his ring.

  Wren felt his balls tighten as the painful pleasure zinged through his system. Growling low in his throat, he shuddered and jerked. Wren rolled his hips and searched for more contact with his new lover’s touch. The gargoyle seemed to know exactly how to please and Wren wanted more of it.

  “That’s it,” Perseus urged. “Give into your need. Show me how much I make you ache.”

  Wren growled low in his throat. He’d never been shy about asking for what he wanted, and this was no exception. “How about you pull my dick all the way out and stroke it properly then,” he demanded.

  Releasing Wren’s dick, Perseus gripped his waist. As he straightened, he used his other hand to tug at the ties of his loincloth. In seconds, the brown fabric fell away, revealing Perseus’ long, thick, green erection.

  His mouth watering, Wren licked his lips. The view derailed his plan to yell at Perseus for letting go of his cock. Now, he wanted to turn on the bed and get at that dick. It wasn’t often he ran across an uncircumcised cock. He wanted to play with the foreskin, push it away from the flared head with his tongue, and suck on the little flap of skin.

  A low rumble sounded from Perseus’ chest. “Your look gives away your lust, my sexy bear, but you will have to wait to suck me another time.”

  Wren yanked his gaze up from Perseus’ dribbling erection to meet his feral gaze. “Then what did you have in mind?”

  Perseus grinned widely. “This.” He placed both hands on Wren’s hips, gripped his jeans, and somehow managed to tug them halfway down his thighs without yanking him off the bed. “Stay there.”

  Watching in confusion, Wren wondered what Perseus was up to as he turned and took two steps to the sideboard. It did give him a chance to check out his backside...and what a fine backside it was, too. Long lines of sculpted, muscular shoulders tapered to a lean waist and high round ass cheeks that Wren wanted to cup and squeeze. Then, the extra appendage extending from where a man’s tail bone would end caught his attention. Perseus really did have a tail.

  When Perseus turned and strode back toward him, holding a small tub in his hand, a bout of nerves hit Wren. No way could this be a dream. There was no way his imagination conjured up something like this.

  Perseus must have sensed his rising trepidation, for he set the petroleum jelly, according to the label, on the bed. He settled his right hand on Wren’s hip and with his left, he gripped Wren’s waning erection and jacked it slowly. Quickly, Wren’s flagging flesh reared back to life.

  “Just relax, my mate,” Perseus crooned. “You are safe. Nothing bad will happen.” He slipped his claw into Wren’s slit, then pulled it out and tugged his hoop. “Only the best kind of pain.”

  The move sent sparks of sensation through his shaft. He gasped and shivered. His nipples beaded and his cock twitched in Perseus’ grip.

  Wren couldn’t tear his gaze away from Perseus’ green, clawed hand on him. While he figured he should have been concerned by the sharp black nails so close to his delicate flesh, and maybe later when he wasn’t out of his mind with desire he would be. Now, all he wanted was to see what else Perseus was going to do.

  When Perseus straddled his legs with his thick thighs and pressed their erections together, Wren shivered. He just about swallowed his tongue when Perseus gripped his own foreskin and pulled it over both their heads. As the silky skin slid over his crown, sparks shot down his dick, causing his balls to pull tight.

  “Oh, oh, fuck!” Wren moaned as he realized he was about to lose it.

  Chapter Four

  Perseus watched the look of pained rapture descend over Wren’s face. His dark eyes turned glassy, his mouth opened, and his chest heaved. A low, deep moan rolled up his throat. Perseus had never seen anything so beautiful.

  As Wren came, dousing both their heads with his hot seed, Perseus decided he was the epitome of masculine pleasure.

  Watching his mate orgasm pulled Perseus over the edge with him. His balls tingled and his cock spurted, mixing his own fluids with Wren’s pulsing dick. His body trembled as his endorphins consumed him.

  Perseus panted softly as he caught his breath. His senses were reeling from the unexpected orgasm, but he didn’t feel his dick soften, his body still too keyed up with his mate’s nearness. His instinct to bond them kept his prick ready.

  To distract himself from his continued need, Perseus reached over and grabbed the tub of petroleum jelly. He didn’t keep lube in the patient rooms, but he knew this would work in a pinch. Having loosened it on the way over, all he had to do was flick off the lid. He didn’t bother watching where the lid went. Instead, he lifted his tail and dipped it in the slick ointment.

  Leaning over his mate, Perseus brought his face within inches of Wren’s bearded face. He slipped his tail under his human’s thigh and up
between his cheeks, burrowing into his crack. Watching Wren’s expression closely as he pressed the tip of his tail to his mate’s hidden opening, Perseus bracketed Wren’s shoulders and cupped Wren’s jaw with one hand.

  Wren’s eyelids blinked open, sated and heavy.

  Perseus smiled down at him. “That is a good look on you,” he whispered.

  “Feels good, too,” Wren replied, a drowsy smile creasing his lips.

  “Good,” Perseus replied. “You’ll like how this feels even better.”

  Perseus pushed his tail deep into Wren’s rectum. He watched his mate’s eyes widen just a bit as he continued to move his tail in and out, deeper and deeper. Wren hissed and wriggled a bit under him, and Perseus knew he’d found it. He pressed his tail harder against Wren’s prostate.

  Wren’s moan rent the air. The human’s cock flexed and twitched, regaining its rigidity where it was still connected to Perseus’, stretching the foreskin. Wren arched his neck, tipping his head back. The move caused his tendons to stand out in sharp relief.

  His mouth watering, Perseus licked along the thick tendon. He reveled in Wren’s flavor as it burst across the hundreds of receptors on his tongue...masculine sweat and musk. He moaned his pleasure at the exquisite flavors.

  “My mate,” Perseus purred. He traced the man’s thick, dark brow with the forefinger of one hand while he threaded the claws of his other hand through the soft, yet wiry, strands of his beard. “So fucking sexy.”

  Perseus rocked his hips, causing his foreskin to tug deliciously. Tingles worked down his erection, causing his balls to roll in his sacks. Breathing through his nose slowly, Perseus struggled to get hold of himself. With his mate under him, writhing in bliss, Perseus wanted nothing more than to remove his tail and shove in his dick.

  Instead, Perseus controlled the urge, barely, and continued to massage Wren’s bundle of nerves with his tail. Along with that, he slowly rocked his hips, stimulating both his own erection and his mate’s renewed penis.

  Wren groaned and huffed. “H-Holy shit, that feels good,” he mumbled. “I just came, so it should hurt, but God that kind of pain is...fuck!”

  Perseus smiled. When he’d located the piercings on Wren’s dick, he’d suspected that at least mild pain aroused his mate. That was certainly fine by him. He enjoyed a little rough play himself.

  Damn, but Fate does know how to please.

  “Now that we’ve scratched the surface of how good it can feel between us,” Perseus began. He pressed Wren’s prostate again, lightly, keeping his mate’s attention. “I will tell you a little about this world you’ve stumbled into.”

  Wren grunted. His brows furrowed as he stared up at him. “Shit. Now?” Just as quickly, he stilled beneath Perseus, then nodded. “Yeah, now,” he said vacantly. He reached up and gripped Perseus’ upper arms, then skimmed his hands up and over his shoulders to his neck. “Your skin feels so different.”

  Perseus shivered, enjoying the feel of his mate’s first exploratory touches. “It’s a thick hide,” he murmured. Feeling Wren scrape his thumb-nails along his wide jawbone, he sighed, then admitted, “I’m just as sensitive to touch, especially from you.”

  “Yeah?” Wren continued to rub his thumb along Perseus’ jaw, then up to his ear. “Your ears are pointed,” he whispered, tracing along the back, then up over the point.

  Perseus gasped as goose bumps traveled down his neck. “I-I do,” he confirmed. “I am a gargoyle,” he reminded. “There are many differences.” He pulled his tail out just a bit, then slid it deeper again. “Like the tail in your ass.”

  “Oh, fuck!” Wren growled his words, his jaw clenched as his rectum did the same. “That’s so fucking wrong and, holy hell!” His body jerked and shuddered. “So fucking good!”

  Chuckling roughly, Perseus did his best to ignore how Wren arched his neck. His mate’s thick column was driving him out of his mind with lust. His mouth watered and his teeth ached with the need to sink them into his lover, to bite him and taste his essence, to bind them together for eternity.

  Perseus wasn’t willing to do that against Wren’s will...or with him naive of the consequences. It wasn’t like his human mate understood how hard it was to see him arch his neck, offering himself so beautifully. He needed to explain.

  “I am what is called a paranormal, Wren,” Perseus stated, hoping if he got it out quickly, his mate would accept and they could move on. “I am a gargoyle. I roost during the daylight hours, turning into a living stone statue, and I am awake at night.” At Wren’s drawn brows, he added, “Consider it a forced sleep. I sleep as a stone statue and wake and move during the night hours. Once I’m bonded with my mate, with you, then that will change. I will go through molt and take on a human form.”

  Wren’s eyes narrowed. “Wait. What? You turn into stone?”

  “I do,” Perseus confirmed. He hoped he hadn’t just overloaded his lover. He saw the way his lover’s brows furrowed and the sudden clenching of his jaw for a different reason this time, tension seeping into his jaw line. He could even feel it moving down his lover’s body where he lay beneath him. Rubbing his thumbs along Wren’s jaw, massaging lightly, he drew his lover’s attention back to his eyes. “I have wings and claws and a tail. I am different than you, yes, but I am a sentient, thinking, feeling being.”

  Perseus lowered his head and gave in to his urge to nuzzle Wren’s cheek. His mate’s facial hair slid across his face, feeling oddly rough and pleasant at the same time. Tingles traveled across his skin and he shivered.

  “How is any of this possible?” Wren muttered, wriggling beneath him. His hands clamped tighter on Perseus’ neck, then slid down his neck to his shoulders. “Your skin is a fucking hide,” he whispered. “And it’s green. How is that possible? How is any of this possible? Why do I find you so fucking sexy?”

  “Because I am your mate,” Perseus instantly replied. “I am hardwired to please you, care for you—” He paused and nuzzled Wren’s cheek once again before lifting and turning his head. He pecked a quick kiss to Wren’s mouth, then finished, “Love you and pleasure you. I’ve searched nearly three centuries for you Wren Cleaver. I will fight for you. Even if I must fight your own instincts.”

  “M-My own instincts?” Wren asked, scowling up at him. “What does that mean?”

  Perseus smiled, pleased that his mate was finally asking questions. “It means, my handsome bear, while I have been waiting centuries for you, you were not aware that my kind existed.” He winked and wriggled his tail again. “I will show you all the fantastic ways I can please you. After all,” he began before pecking a butterfly kiss to the man’s lips again. Perseus really liked how the man’s whiskers tickled his lips. “I want to care for you. You are my other half. My soul mate. You are attracted to me and I’m attracted to you. Fate wouldn’t have it any other way.”

  Wren licked his bottom lip slowly as if searching for Perseus’ taste on him...or maybe savoring him. “I, uh, I never thought anything like you existed,” he whispered. “And I sure never enjoyed kissing before.” His dark brows furrowed. “Why do I want to slide my tongue into your mouth and taste you inside and out?” He wriggled his hips and clamped lightly on Perseus’ tail. “I want you to drive that thing deeper into me and stretch my channel. It’s been years since I’ve bottomed, and I’ve seen the size of your cock, but I still want you to drive it into my ass. Why?” Wren swallowed hard enough to make his Adam’s apple bob. “Is it part of this mate thing you keep talking about?”

  Perseus nodded once as he held Wren’s gaze. “It is. You are mine, Wren Cleaver. My sexy bear.” He rubbed his fingertips over Wren’s bearded cheek again. “Mine to please. Mine to care for. Mine to love.”

  “L-Love?” Wren stiffened at that word.

  To Perseus’ surprise, Wren bucked and rolled sideways. Perseus stumbled backward one step before catching himself. As their pricks separated, Perseus grimaced. His cock jerked and bobbed at his groin.

  Wren hissed, betraying his o
wn discomfort. Having risen to his feet, he yanked up his jeans. He grimaced as he shoved his hard dick into the crotch of his pants and zipped them closed.

  “I-I don’t—” Wren paused and stopped. He waved his hand between them, signaling Perseus to stay where he was. “I didn’t sign on for this,” he commented almost absently. “I just wanted to find my goddaughter.” His brows furrowed. “Penelope,” he whispered, as if mentally changing gears. “Where is Penelope?”

  Perseus fought back his desire to grab Wren and pull him close. Somehow, he’d said the wrong thing and his mate had gone from pliant and questioning to skittish and wary. The only thing he could think was the mention of love. Had Wren been burned by someone in the past?

  While Perseus hated the idea of Wren having a lover other than himself, he knew it was foolish to think his mate had been a virgin. That was just stupid. Wren was an adult human male, virile and confident in his masculinity. He’d raised a fine young woman in Penelope.

  Penelope. Right.

  “Your goddaughter, Penelope, is just fine,” Perseus reassured. “Just as you are my mate, Penelope is Golren’s mate.” He shrugged as he added, “The big difference is that I am a gargoyle and Golren is a boa constrictor shifter.”

  “A boa what?” Wren snapped, glaring. He shook his head. “No. I don’t want to know,” he said, cutting his hand sharply through the air between them. “I don’t care. I just—” He paused again and shoved his right hand through his hair, raking it through the thick strands. “She’s safe? She’s not in danger? You swear it?”

  Perseus immediately nodded. “I do. I would never lie to you, Wren,” he assured. “Not ever.” He took a step toward Wren, but the human stepped backward away from him. Now that they were both standing, with Wren’s long legs there was only about a four inch height difference between them. Biting back a sigh of frustration at this unexpected turn of events, Perseus said again, “Penelope is safer here on our estate than she is walking down the streets of Durango.”