Paranormal's Love 12 - Tempting the Bear

by Charlie Richards

“Not really,” Perseus responded. “My teeth have always been like this, so kissing with sharp teeth has never been an issue.”

  “Huh,” Wren grunted.

  Lowering his head, Wren settled his lips against Perseus’, applying light pressure.

  Perseus wanted to open his mouth and lick his lover’s full bottom lip. He wanted to slide his teeth between the man’s lips and taste him. Instead, he waited on his lover, allowing his human time to lead.

  Wren didn’t take long. After rubbing his lips against Perseus’ for a few seconds, he opened his mouth and nipped Perseus’ bottom lip lightly. He slid out his tongue and traced it up Perseus’ canine.

  Following Wren’s lead, Perseus opened for his mate. He accepted his human’s tongue into his mouth and suckled it gently. Wren groaned as he slanted his head, slotting their mouths together and deepening the kiss.

  Perseus opened wide and thrust his tongue into Wren’s mouth. He lapped at his appendage, then twined his longer tongue around his mate’s. The flavor of coffee and his man’s natural taste flooded his taste buds, causing his cock to twitch at the exquisite flavors.

  Wren growled and jerked his head up. His dark eyes blazed as he stared down at Perseus. “Stay there,” he demanded.

  Then, Wren levered up and reached out to the nightstand. He yanked open the top drawer and fished a hand inside it. After rummaging around for a few seconds, he came back with a small bottle of lube and strip of condoms.

  Perseus growled low at the sight of so many prophylactics. “You bring people here often?” he snapped. While he knew he had no right, he couldn’t help the jealousy surging through him at the thought of his lover fucking so many people in this same bed.

  Wren’s eyes narrowed. “We agreed we weren’t going to talk about past lovers,” he reminded him gruffly. “But, no. I haven’t fucked anyone in this bed.”

  “Good,” Perseus responded. His voice remained rough, unreasonable or not, and as he made quick work of removing his loincloth he added, “We don’t need the condoms.”

  Shaking his head, Wren stated, “I don’t bareback.”

  “You do with me,” Perseus insisted. “I am not human, Wren,” he reminded him. “I can’t give or get human diseases. Even if you have something, you can’t give it to me and I can’t give you anything.”

  Wren stared at him for a few long seconds. His brows furrowed. “I’ve never gone bareback,” he finally admitted.

  Perseus grinned widely. That wasn’t a no. “Then I will be the only one you ever experience it with,” he purred, reaching out and easing the elastic band of Wren’s sleep pants down, releasing his mate’s thick, pierced erection.

  “I’ve already experienced one first with you,” Wren panted, his gaze fixed on where Perseus now massaged one of the balls embedded in his dick with his thumb’s claw. “I’d never docked before, either. Will bareback top it?”

  Anticipation filled Perseus as he realized Wren was coming around. “Why don’t you tell me?”

  Wren nodded once and pulled away from Perseus’ grip, so he could shove his sleep pants down and off. Grabbing the tube of lube, he settled between Perseus’ spread legs as he poured slick onto his fingers. Wren fixed his gaze on Perseus’ groin and froze.

  Placing his hand on Wren’s sides, Perseus slid his hands up his torso. Scraping lightly, he threaded his fingers through Wren’s thick chest hair. A second later, he gripped the silver hoop where it was pierced through the nipple hidden amidst the wiry curls. Perseus tugged it lightly.

  Wren growled and shuddered, his attention lifting from Perseus’ groin. “Damn, that’s good,” he rumbled. “More.”

  Perseus was more than happy to give it to his mate, especially if it helped him focus on something other than their differences. He figured his mate had fixated on the fact that his tail rested along the inside of his right thigh.

  “Trust me,” Perseus whispered, plucking first one of his mate’s nipple rings, then the other. “When your dick is in my ass, you’ll love that I have a tail.”

  Wren’s face flushed a little bit, either at being so obviously caught staring or at having his piercings worked. “Is it sensitive?” Wren’s voice sounded rough as he reached down for Perseus’ tail.

  Perseus nodded as he held his breath. Then, Wren wrapped his slicked up fingers around his tail at the base, then stroked from root down for a good ten inches. Pleasurable sparks shot up his spine, causing the thick skin of his thighs and chest to goose bump and his nipples to bead. The second time Wren stroked him, he lost control of the appendage and it writhed and twitched as his cock bobbed and pre-cum oozed from him.

  “Wren,” Perseus whined, reaching down to grab at Wren’s wrist. “St-Stop.”

  “Holy shit,” Wren whispered, ceasing his stroking. “Could you come just from that?”

  Perseus gasped, trying to ease his breathing and his twitching cock. “M-Maybe,” he admitted. “Everyone has hotspots. Guess that’s one of mine.”

  “Is this one, too?” Wren asked. Seconds later, he placed a finger against Perseus’ hole and pushed. He nailed his prostate with unerring accuracy. “Like that?”

  Groaning, Perseus clenched his fists. His body bowed as his balls rolled in his sacks. “Ah, fuck, Wren,” he grumbled. “Stop teasing, damn it. Fuck me.”

  Wren chuckled roughly. “Need to stretch you,” he countered, sliding his finger halfway out only to push it back into him.

  Perseus rocked into the finger-fucking, urging his mate on. Feeling the tingle at the base of his spine, heralding just how close he was becoming, he decided that two could play at this game. He reached up and gripped both of Wren’s hoops, giving them a sharp tug, then a twist.

  Wren grunted, then growled. Narrowing his eyes, he stared into Perseus’ eyes as he shoved in a second finger. He pulled out and pushed in again, crooking his digit and hitting his prostate again.

  Perseus gritted his teeth as heat flooded his groin. Squeezing his rectum, he rocked into Wren’s touches. Needing his mate’s dick in his ass more than his next breath, he released his lover’s nipples and reached between them.

  With one hand, he gripped Wren’s thick erection. He placed his fingertips on each of the balls of his Jacob’s Ladder, pressing and rubbing. With his other hand, Perseus grabbed the Prince Albert and tugged ever-so-lightly.

  “F-Fuck,” Wren snarled. “Can’t wait.”

  “Yesss,” Perseus hissed. “Now.”

  Wren pulled his fingers from Perseus’ ass and grabbed for the lube. As Wren poured slick onto his cock, Perseus lifted his legs, grabbed the backs of his thighs, and spread himself for his mate.

  For just an instant, Wren stared down at him. “So fucking sexy,” he mumbled under his breath. He levered over Perseus, guiding his cock head to Perseus’ hole. Pausing, he lifted his focus from his dick to Perseus’ eyes. “Bareback?”

  Perseus nodded. He released his legs, wrapped them around Wren’s back, and tugged as he rocked up. He moaned as he felt Wren’s cock head pop past his guardian muscle and his dick sank partway into his channel.

  Hearing Wren’s groan, feeling him shudder and lose control, pushing his dick deeper, Perseus moaned his approval, reveling in finally connecting with his mate.

  Chapter Nine

  Wren ground his teeth and forced himself to stop. Panting harshly, he glanced down at where their bodies joined. Seeing how Perseus’ pale green ring stretched around his blood-red cock and feeling most of his aching erection surrounded by the hottest channel he’d ever experienced, a shudder worked through Wren’s body.

  “God, you’re tight,” Wren rumbled. “So fucking hot, too.”

  Wren felt his cock ooze where it was lodged deep inside Perseus’ channel. His instincts urged him to move. Staring down at where he pierced his lover, Wren pulled his prick out a little, entranced by the way Perseus’ ring moved. Then, he thrust, sinking into Perseus as deep as he could go.

  Moaning at the heady heat and squeeze, Wren tore his gaze aw
ay from where they were connected and met Perseus’ gaze. He saw the blissful expression on his square face. His mouth open on a silent moan. Even his heavy-lidded expression bespoke of his pleasure.

  To Wren’s surprise, he truly couldn’t think of a more erotic sight than the debauched creature beneath him.

  “You’re fucking sexy like this, Perseus,” Wren rumbled. “All spread out and flushed with pleasure. Exquisite.”

  Perseus rested his hands on Wren’s neck, then moved them down his neck. As he moved his hands, he scraped his thumb’s claws along his pulse point. The sharp sting caused a shiver of delight to work through Wren’s torso.

  “Wow,” Wren growled. “That’s good.”

  Humming, Perseus tightened his legs just a bit. “Oh, yes,” he rumbled. “Please, fuck me,” he pleaded. “I want to feel it.”

  Wren felt a vicious need to do just that work through him. Leaning down, he slammed his lips over Perseus’. He thrust his tongue deep and slid his tongue along first one canine, then another. Pressing his tongue against the sharp point, Wren enjoyed the heady sting.

  Lifting his head, Wren nodded. “I will make you feel me.”

  Not wasting a moment, Wren straightened back to his knees. As he moved, he grabbed his pillow from near Perseus’ head. He grunted as he gripped his lover’s meaty thigh and lifted his ass higher. Shoving the pillow under his ass and lower back, he found the angle he wanted. Then, he grabbed both of Perseus’ thighs, just under his knees, and lifted his lover’s legs.

  “Grab the headboard,” Wren demanded as he pulled his prick nearly all the way free of his lover’s body. “Hold yourself steady.”

  “Oh, fuck, yeah,” Perseus responded breathily. He immediately grabbed two of the thick wooden slats that made up his headboard. “Do it.”

  Upon hearing Perseus’ pleading tone, Wren snarled his pleasure. He saw his lover stretched out at his bidding and could no longer contain his need. Wren slammed his cock back into the gargoyle, feeling the gargoyle’s channel spasm around him in the best kind of massage.

  Wren growled his pleasure. He pulled out and thrust back into Perseus. His dick felt as if it were in the most amazing vice, encasing him in unending pressure and heat. Every time he thrust into Perseus felt better than before.

  Roaring, Wren lost control. He dug his fingers into Perseus’ thighs as he looked down and watched where he penetrated his lover. Over and over he slammed his dick into the gargoyle, the sexy creature’s howls of bliss spurring him on to go faster and faster.

  Suddenly, something wrapped around his testicles. The appendage squeezed his balls tightly. Wren froze, his erection buried deep inside Perseus’ channel, as painful sparks of bliss erupted through his system.

  Wren’s eyes widened as he stared down at Perseus. The man’s gaze glittered with pain and lust. His mouth hung half open as he panted harshly. He slid his tongue along one long canine as he peered up at him with absolute adoration.

  Gasping, Wren felt his balls tighten, slipping almost painfully from the tail wrapped around them. It was more than enough to send him tumbling right over the precipice. Wren threw his head back and roared his pleasure. He withdrew his cock once, twice more, driving into his lover as deeply as he could go before coating Perseus’ rectum with his seed.

  Wren released Perseus’ thighs. He curled over his lover, sliding his arms underneath his big lover’s green torso. Tucking his face against Perseus’ neck, he couldn’t ignore the thick tendon under his lips. He opened his mouth and sank his blunt teeth into the hard flesh.

  Perseus roared and bucked underneath him. His body undulated as hot seed coated the space between them.

  Shuddering upon feeling his lover’s sharp claws dig into his shoulder blades, Wren stiffened as his balls forced another spurt of seed from his dick. He floated on heady waves of bliss, reveling in the endorphins pinging through his system. He listened to his lover’s raspy breathing and felt the male’s hot breath against his neck.

  Slowly, Wren’s body relaxed and he managed to unclamp his teeth from Perseus’ neck. He licked his lips, tasting the hint of blood on his lips. Looking at his lover’s neck, Wren noted the deep teeth grooves he’d left in the gargoyle’s neck.

  “Sorry about that,” Wren murmured. Lowering his head, he licked the lightly oozing mark. “Didn’t even think.”

  Perseus chuckled softly. “You won’t hear me complaining,” he mumbled.

  Wren flinched slightly when Perseus rubbed over his shoulder blades.

  “I should be the one apologizing to you,” Perseus murmured. Gentling his hold, he slid his fingers over Wren’s back again. “I should have been more careful. Your skin is so fragile. Once we bond, you’ll heal much faster.”

  Easing his hips backward, Wren pulled his softening penis from Perseus’ channel. He eased off the side of the bed and stood. Upon seeing his lover’s concerned expression, he smiled and squeezed his shoulder.

  “I’ll be right back,” Wren assured.

  Wren turned and headed to the bathroom. He soaked a hand towel and quickly washed himself up. After rinsing out the towel, he headed back into the bedroom.

  Seeing Perseus sprawled across his bed—hell, even his black wings were spread across the sheet—Wren paused and took just a minute to stare. The gargoyle’s chest rose and fell in slow repetitions. His ass was still elevated by the pillow under his ass and his legs were spread, while his tail was wrapped around his right thigh.

  It was the white trickle of seed, however, that drew Wren’s attention where it was dribbling from his ass.

  Wren’s nostril’s flared as a surge of possessiveness stabbed through him. His cock twitched, and Wren had the desire to slap on some more lube and sink back into the gargoyle. Fighting the unexpected response, he crossed to the bed and gently cleaned up his lover.

  Enjoying the novel opportunity, Wren couldn’t remember the last time he’d administered after-care to a lover. He smiled at the gargoyle. “You okay?” he asked as he gripped Perseus’ near thigh and the pillow.

  With a quick lift and pull, he eased the pillow out and settled Perseus’ ass on the sheet, then adjusted his legs to make him more comfortable. After a second of hesitation, he ran the tips of his forefingers along a section of Perseus’ tail. Seeing Perseus shiver, Wren couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if he continued to do that. Would the gargoyle become hard again? If he wrapped his hand around the slender, smooth appendage and stroked it over and over, could he make the gargoyle’s huge erection bob in the air and spurt cum all over his chest.

  Holy hell, nothing would be sexier.

  Knowing he didn’t have time for another round—a quick glance toward the clock on the nightstand told him that—Wren eased down beside his gargoyle. He made certain his elbow rested above the wing, but his body lay on it. The leathery appendage felt strange against his skin. Not uncomfortable, but different.

  Instead of dwelling on it, Wren rested his near hand on Perseus’ chest as he peered down at him. Seeing the drowsy look on the gargoyle’s face, Wren grinned as he winked. “Can’t be a better compliment than making your lover want to pass out or sleep.”

  Perseus hummed and smiled up at him.

  “You said that once we bond I’ll heal faster,” Wren murmured as he rubbed his hand over his lover’s chest. “What did you mean?”

  Sighing, Perseus brought up his far hand and traced his fingertips down Wren’s tattoos. “These are intricate,” he whispered. “Do they mean something?”

  “Going to distract me?” Wren asked, frowning.

  Perseus shook his head. “No, sorry. Just curious about them,” he stated. Peering up to meet him in the eye he added, “Your tattoos. Your piercings. Your body hair.” He touched each in turn, his hand moving from his arm to the silver hoop in his nipple to the thick hair surrounding it. “I find them fascinating. You are my mate,” he whispered. “I find everything about you fascinating. I want to learn about you.”

  Wren nodded.
“Not much to tell on that, actually,” he admitted. “I love ink. Something about the bite of pain, maybe.” He lifted his right shoulder in a half shrug. “I always liked Celtic crosses and ivy, so I found a way to intertwine them.”

  Snorting, Wren glanced at his other arm, the one covered in swirls of color. “I chose that when I was drunk and wanting to show off that I was out and proud.” Smirking, he added, “While I do like it, I don’t drink much anymore.”

  Perseus nodded slowly. He reached up and rubbed Wren’s right nipple and ring. “I’m guessing the piercings have something to do with your love of that pinch of pain, too, right?”

  “Exactly.”

  After teasing Wren’s nipple again—which caused his prick to thicken—Perseus murmured, “A paranormal lives for centuries or more. In a gargoyle’s case, sometimes a thousand years.”

  Wren felt his jaw slacken as he stared down at the gargoyle.

  “After we bond, you will live as long as I will,” Perseus continued. His focus shifted to the ceiling as he added, “You will have increased healing and strength, better hearing, sight and smell. Uh, even your bones will become harder, making them more difficult to break.”

  “Wow,” Wren murmured, uncertain what else to say. He flopped onto his back and stared up at the ceiling. “A millennia? How do you deal with that?”

  “Fate gives us a mate,” Perseus stated.

  Wren felt the wing beneath him move. It curled around him, turning him toward his gargoyle lover. At first, Wren tensed, but then he went with it. A second later, he found himself sprawled across his lover with Perseus’ wings wrapped around him.

  “Just relax,” Perseus murmured. “I didn’t mean to freak you out. I wanted to be honest and answer your question.”

  A few seconds later, Perseus emitted a soft rumbling, vibrating noise. Wren felt it seep into his bones and he found himself relaxing in his lover’s arms.

  “I remember this,” Wren stated, thinking about their first meeting. “Trilling, right?”

  “Yes,” Perseus confirmed. “I was worried you were so freaked out that you wouldn’t remember much of our first meeting.” He scoffed. “It’s happened before.”