Paranormal's Love 12 - Tempting the Bear

by Charlie Richards

  “I’m not sure,” Perseus responded honestly. “I am my clutch’s head doctor. I was able to take most of yesterday off and today because I’d just met you and everyone knows the importance of finding your mate and wooing him.” He smiled. “I would need to speak with Maelgwn about possibly changing my schedule, so I can put in my hours while you’re at the restaurant,” he offered. “We’d both be making adjustments.”

  “I suppose those are all things we can talk about later,” Wren rumbled. He slowly rose from the table and stepped closer to Perseus. “Right now, I have other things on my mind. Do you have any idea how difficult it is to concentrate with you sitting there?”

  “Uh, no,” Perseus replied, surprised. Watching Wren stalk toward him, he ended up craning his neck when his mate stopped behind him. “What do you mean?”

  “My dick is hard as a steel pipe and I have this insatiable urge to touch you,” Wren rumbled. He rested his hands on Perseus’ shoulders. “I’m tired of fighting it, Pers.”

  Facing forward, Perseus allowed his eyelids to slide to half-mast as he enjoyed the feel of Wren’s hands on his body. “Th-Then feel free to touch as much as you like,” he whispered.

  “I intend to,” Wren murmured directly into his ear right before he sucked the pointed tip into his mouth.

  Perseus moaned at the feel of his mate’s mouth on him, his fingers tracing along his shoulders and down his back. Wren gripped his wing-joints, tracing where they jutted from his shoulder blades with his thumbs. Then, he wrapped his hands around the bone running along the top of his wings and slid his hands along them. The move tickled the sensitive leathery skin of his wings. Perseus spread his wings and shuddered. His dick leaked in his loin cloth.

  “Oh, Gods,” Perseus groaned. He’d never had anyone fondle his wings. “D-Didn’t know that’d feel so good.”

  Wren hummed. “I do like the sounds you make.”

  As Wren continued to trace along the fine bones threaded through his wings, skimming his fingers over the thin membrane of his appendages, and massaging his joints, Perseus couldn’t stop the moans of bliss from escaping him. He gripped the edge of the table and just held on, happy to allow his mate to do whatever the fuck he wanted with his body. As Wren urged him to stand and bend over the table, Perseus realized he was finally seeing the true personality of his lover. A man who was dominant, sure of himself, and went after what he wanted.

  Perseus loved every fucking moment of it.

  Chapter Eleven

  Wren reveled in the power and control he felt as he maneuvered Perseus into the position he wanted. His heart hammered in his chest to have his lover allow him to move him at his will. Wren knew that with Perseus’ far greater strength, he could have resisted. Instead, the gargoyle gave in to him, submitted to him.

  His dick leaked against the fly of his jeans, but he ignored it. He could wait for his own pleasure. Instead, he wanted to satisfy his curiosity about the big creature before him.

  Gripping the ties to Perseus’ loincloth, Wren pulled them. He tossed the thick, brown material on the floor, then settled his hand on Perseus’ back. Running his hands up the thick knobs of the gargoyle’s spine, he reached where the gargoyle’s wings jutted from his shoulder blades. He teased the skin around the connection, enjoying the noises that the creature made. He loved how vocal his big lover was.

  “Now,” Wren rumbled. He teased his fingertips down the sides of Perseus’ body. “I want you to relax against the table, my lover. Relax and feel.”

  Perseus rested his arms on the table and his head on his arms. He peered at him over his shoulder from the corner of his eye. “What are you going to do?”

  “I’m going to play with your tail,” Wren replied just as his fingers reached the base of Perseus’ spine. “You responded so beautifully yesterday. I want to see more.”

  Wren teased the soft hide where his tail began, earning him a gasp from Perseus. Continuing the light massage, he looked up at Perseus’ face. He watched with satisfaction as his lover’s eyes dilated, his lips separated as he panted softly, a soft whine escaping him, and a shudder worked through his body.

  “That is so damn beautiful, Perseus,” Wren murmured. “Love that I found a hot spot.”

  “A-And that it’s my tail doesn’t bother you?”

  Chuckling, Wren shook his head. “Not at all.” He moved his hands to grip his lover’s tail, just to prove his point. “It’s part of you, Perseus. And you’re fucking sexy.”

  Wren ran his hands down Perseus’ tail. When he reached as far south as he could without bending down, he released Perseus’ tail and started again at the top.

  Perseus groaned loudly. He arched his back, spread his legs, and stretched his arms forward, presenting himself. His forehead rested on the wooden table as his claws dug into the tabletop, scoring it. His entire body trembled and his tail twitched in Wren’s grip. If the man had been a cat, he would have been purring.

  “Oh, fucking hell, Pers,” Wren rasped.

  Wren’s cock oozed and twitched behind his fly. He ached almost enough to get him to stop his ministrations long enough to open his jeans. His body reacted more strongly to Perseus’ submission than he’d ever experienced. He remembered all too well the heat and pressure of sinking into Perseus bare just that morning and he desperately wanted to accept what his lover offered and do that again.

  Forcing himself to ignore his own need, Wren released Perseus’ tail with his right hand. He planted that palm on the table next to the gargoyle’s shoulder as he continued to stroke his lover’s tail with his left. Leaning over him, Wren licked up the curve of Perseus’ ear, then lightly sucked the pointed tip.

  “Aargh! Wren, wait!” Perseus whined. “Please, gonna, oh, fuck!”

  Ignoring Perseus’ words, Wren stroked his lover’s tail harder and suckled his ear more strongly. The big body beneath him jolted and bucked. Perseus’ pleas turned into unintelligible whines as he shuddered.

  Wren hummed for a few seconds, then released Perseus’ ear. He slowed his hand’s movement on his lover’s tail, loosening his hold a bit. Smiling smugly, he peered down at the gargoyle’s body, watching the shivers racking him.

  “Oh, Pers,” Wren rumbled. “That was so fucking sexy. Love that I can make you lose control so easily.”

  “N-Never had anyone do that to me before,” Perseus slurred. “Wow.”

  Chuckling roughly, Wren finally released Perseus’ tail. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to the side of his gargoyle’s mouth. “Stay there. I’m going to grab some lube, then I’m going to fuck your hot green ass.”

  “Yeah, okay,” Perseus replied. He turned his head a bit more and smiled up at him. “That was epic, but I love feeling your dick in my ass.”

  “It loves being there,” Wren responded.

  After placing another hard kiss on his lover’s lips, Wren pulled away and headed to the bedroom. As he walked, he worked open his jeans. Wren removed his flannel shirt, followed by his t-shirt, and tossed them on the bed. He scooped up the lube and made his way back to his dining room. His cock throbbed at the view that greeted him.

  Perseus hadn’t moved a muscle except to wrap his tail around his thigh, exposing his hole for Wren’s viewing pleasure.

  Wren popped the cap on the slick and poured some onto his fingers. He wrapped his hand around his prick and jacked himself twice before forcing himself to stop. Having the big, strong creature waiting, just as he’d been told, made him hotter than he ever thought possible and he was damn close to blowing.

  After coating his fingers with more lubricant, Wren placed them against the gargoyle’s entrance. He rested his other hand on Perseus’ lower back. Rubbing his lover’s spine lightly, he pushed his finger deep inside him.

  Perseus sighed and rocked up to meet his finger’s thrust. He moaned and arched, spreading his legs even wider. His pleasure at Wren’s intrusion was easily apparent.

  “God the way you beg with your body is so fucking hot,” Wren tol
d him, sliding a second finger in beside the first. “You take my fingers so well.”

  “Want your cock, bear,” Perseus pleaded. “I’ll always be ready for you cock.”

  “You’ll get it,” Wren promised, pushing a third finger into Perseus’ rectum. He felt his lover’s channel clamp around him for a few seconds before slowly easing. “Just relax,” he encouraged, rubbing his hand up and down Perseus’ spine.

  “Y-Yeah,” Perseus huffed. “Just excited. Anticipation is killing me. I’m so hard again. Want you, my mate.”

  Wren smiled, pleased that Perseus expressed himself so openly. He’d never had a lover call him pet names before. Bear. Mate. He understood why Perseus would call him those things and his heart swelled at the knowledge.

  Unable to wait any longer, Wren eased his fingers free. He ignored Perseus’ groan, knowing it was from need, not because he was upset. Wren gripped the base of his dick and pressed it to Perseus’ hole. He pushed just hard enough to stretch the ring, then eased away. Seeing Perseus’ star flutter caused a bead of pre-cum to ooze from his own dick.

  “Please,” Perseus pleaded. “Want you.”

  Wren replaced his cap to Perseus’ ring and thrust. The ring expanded and, in the next instant, the helmet of Wren’s thick erection sank past his lover’s guardian muscle. Just as Wren remembered, silky tight heat enclosed him.

  Shivering, Wren pushed forward. He watched as his cock sank deeper and deeper into his lover. The gargoyle’s body offered no resistance, his channel rippling around him like a welcoming massage. Once his balls pressed flush to Perseus’ crack, Wren stopped.

  Wrapping his arms around Perseus’ torso, Wren pressed his chest to his lover’s back. He shivered upon feeling his sweaty body flush against the bigger male’s, from thighs to shoulders. Sliding his right hand up Perseus’ green arm, his threaded his thick, blunt fingers through his lover’s claw-tipped ones.

  “Unwrap your tail from your thigh, Perseus,” Wren ordered. Immediately, Wren felt the slender appendage move as it slipped out from between their thighs. “Hold it off to the left here. I’m going to put some slick on the tip.” Kissing the shell of Perseus’ ear with his lips, he continued, “Do you know what I want you to do with it then?”

  “P-Put it up your ass?”

  Wren took a few seconds to suck the sensitive tip of Perseus’ ear before replying. He liked the way his lover’s body shuddered under him. Once he released the obviously super-sensitive bit of flesh, he held up the tube he’d left open and poured a good amount of slick onto the final eight inches of his lover’s tail.

  “Yes,” Wren confirmed. “Shove your tail in my ass, Perseus. I want you to stretch me while I fuck you. But you’re not allowed to come,” he continued. “Want to know why?”

  “Wh-Why?” Perseus asked, his voice strained.

  “After I fill your ass with my seed, we’re going to switch places. You’re going to shove your giant cock up my ass and pound into me. I wanna feel you for days, every time I take a step to walk about my kitchen.” He nipped Perseus’ ear again, then continued, “Then, you’re going to soak my insides with your hot fluids as you bite me, drink my blood, and bond us for eternity.”

  Perseus moaned and shuddered beneath him. “You say all that, then expect me to hang one. Fuck, Wren,” he whined. “I’m already hard as nails again.”

  Wren chuckled. “I give you an orgasm that makes you say wow, and you’re ready to blow again so soon?” he teased. “How can that be?”

  Snickering, Perseus peered back at him, his head turned awkwardly. “I’m a gargoyle, Wren. I have a high sex drive. Besides,” he added, winking. “You’re my mate. You will always get me hard as nails in seconds.”

  Humming, Wren lowered his head and captured Perseus’ mouth in a kiss made sloppy by the awkward angle. He broke the kiss and rested his forehead against his lover’s temple.

  “Good to know,” he whispered.

  Before he finished the words, Perseus’ tail bumped against his balls, pressed against that sensitive patch of skin just behind them, then reached his hole. Wren moaned throatily as he felt Perseus’ thick tail spear him, sliding deeper and deeper into his body. His channel spasmed when it pressed against his prostate, gripping the mobile appendage.

  “Damn, that’s good.”

  “I bet I could get you off without you moving,” Perseus whispered huskily. “You wouldn’t even have to do anything. I’ll fuck you with my tail, massage your hot spot every time I move it in and out. Couldn’t I, bear,” he continued, beginning to do just that.

  Perseus’ tail moved, writhing and twisting in Wren’s channel, massaging his sensitive inner tissues.

  “You’d fight me, growl at me, try to stay in control,” Perseus continued huskily. “You love being in charge, but you love pleasure more.”

  Wren felt beads of sweat pop out on his forehead. He shuddered. His cock twitched and oozed within the confines of its tight, silky sheath. Pulling out just a couple of inches, he adjusted his angle and slammed his cock head into Perseus’ prostate.

  Perseus roared and arched, his channel spasming.

  The tail in Wren’s ass stilled, and he knew he’d gotten his point across. Pulling his cock out nearly all the way, he thrust back in again. “Yes,” Wren snarled as he began a swift thrust and retreat. “You could get me off like that, and someday soon I’ll let you, but right now I’m going to pound your ass, gargoyle.”

  “Yessss,” Perseus hissed. “Fuck me.”

  Wren drilled into his lover. His hips slapped against Perseus’ ass cheeks. His sweat-slicked chest slipped and slid across his lover’s broad back. Each move caused his nipple rings to slide across Perseus’ wings, causing sparks of delicious pain to spread across his chest and down to his groin. His testicles slapped against his lover’s own, causing them to roll in their sacks, then tighten.

  After one, two more thrusts, Wren felt himself fall over the precipice. His orgasm rolled through him, a tidal wave of bliss-inducing tingles. His cock erupted, burying spurt after spurt of seed deep inside his lover’s body.

  Gasping, Wren collapsed onto Perseus’ broad back. He floated on waves of endorphins as he basked in the knowledge that he wouldn’t have to worry about crushing his lover. Perseus was more than capable of holding him for a few minutes while he caught his breath.

  When Perseus slid his tail from Wren’s channel, he groaned softly. His softening prick twitched where it was still encased in the gargoyle’s channel. Perseus’ wings came up and wrapped around him. In some smooth move that Wren couldn’t follow in his orgasm-sluggish mind, he was shifted and turned until their positions were reversed.

  Wren grunted, feeling Perseus’ chest warm his back. His lover wrapped his strong arms around him from behind, followed once more by his wings. Perseus spun them, pushing Wren’s jeans in the process. A second later, Perseus sank his cock deep into Wren’s ass.

  Gasping, Wren felt his channel stretch beyond anything he’d ever experienced before. He shuddered and moaned, the sting and burn setting his entire groin on fire. This time, Wren was bent over the table with Perseus’ chest plastered to his back.

  Perseus sighed into his ear and stilled. “I’m sorry, my mate,” he murmured, his voice sounding pained. “I couldn’t wait. I need you, need to bury my seed deep in your ass, sink my teeth into your neck.” He licked a stripe up Wren’s neck with his tongue, the wet appendage spreading tingles in its wake. “I will bond us and twine our lives forever.”

  “Yes,” Wren agreed. “Yes.”

  Needing no further permission, Perseus slowly withdrew, then pushed back into him. Wren’s stretched and lubed ass easily acclimated to the massive intrusion. Perseus tugged at his nipples, nipped at his neck, and glided his cock head over his prostate over and over again.

  In moments, Wren found himself once more on the brink. He didn’t know how this gargoyle could set his blood on fire faster than any other, even back when he was a horny teenager, but Wren knew he
wanted to keep him.

  Tilting his head, Wren offered his neck. “Make me yours, Perseus,” he demanded. “Just as you are mine.”

  “Yes,” Perseus hissed. “Mine.”

  Not an instant later, sharp canines pierced his neck. The pain of the bite morphed into the most intense fiery pleasure he’d ever experienced. Black spots danced across his vision as his body convulsed and came.

  Wren realized he must have blacked out, for the next thing he knew, Perseus was nuzzling his neck, gliding his claws over his sides, and trilling softly. Panting harshly, he smirked over his shoulder at his lover.

  “Intense,” Wren mumbled. “Can’t wait to feel that again.”

  Perseus chuckled roughly.

  Chapter Twelve

  Pain ripped through Perseus’ body. Trembling and sweating, he lay curled up on the bathroom floor. His head pounded and his skin felt as if it was on fire. Perseus opened his mouth on a silent cry.

  As Perseus panted through another lull in the waves of agony, he tried to remember why he’d thought this was a good idea to do alone. Right, because his lover thought of him as a big, strong gargoyle, one willing to submit to him sexually. It hadn’t taken him long to figure out what his human enjoyed in bed. Fortunately, he was more than happy to encourage that kink. Perseus loved being dominated by his sexy human.

  Still, Perseus now realized it was just his pride that had him curled up on the bathroom floor of his suite in the Falias estate writhing in pain. Stupidity. That, too.

  A new wave of pain caused him to groan again. This time, a heat like fire followed in its wake. Opening on a silent roar, Perseus’ body shivered and jolted. The fire felt as if it centered in his fingertips and his nails were being ripped out. He felt as if he’d been hit by Gus’s rhino, trampled and stamped into the dirt. Finally, the burning sensation centered in his shoulder blades. While he knew the blistering pain was his wings retracting into his back, that didn’t stop the agony.