Slade: A Stone Society Novella (The Stone Society)

by Faith Gibson

  Slade cupped Matthew’s face. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but fuck, yes!”

  Matthew laughed, and Slade kissed him, smiling against his lips. “Don’t sound so brokenhearted.”

  “I was thinking, too. I’m going to enroll in classes with you. At least for the first year. It’s been a long time since I was in school, so I figured I could learn something new.”

  Matt grinned. He stepped out of Slade’s arms so he could get to the coffee. As he sipped from the cup, he looked over the rim at Slade. “Uh huh. You just want to keep an eye on me.”

  “You’re damn straight I do. If I don’t go to class with you, I’m going to drive myself crazy all day waiting on you to get home.”

  “You could take cooking classes like you mentioned. Or you could get a job. I know you don’t need the money, but it’d keep you occupied.”

  Slade pulled Matt’s chair closer. “You’re my job. At least for the foreseeable future.”

  “And considering how long you live? That’s a long future. But hey. If you want to go to school, I’m fine with that. Will you carry my books?” Matt fluttered his eyelashes, and Slade burst out laughing.

  “You’re such a dork.”

  “But I’m your dork.”

  “That you are.” Slade leaned over and kissed him softly then sat back in his chair. “I thought we could go check out the park today. Ride some coasters. Eat junk food.”

  “You’re stalling again,” Matt said. He wasn’t accusing Slade exactly. Okay. He was.

  “Yes, I am. Like I told you before, once I get you in bed, I’m not going to want to let you out of it. Let’s go enjoy the park, and tonight when we get back, we’ll complete the bond.”

  “Really?” Matthew gripped the mug tighter so he wouldn’t drop it. How the hell was he supposed to go enjoy the rides knowing he would be having sex for the first time later that night? Not only that but completing the mate bond. He did his best not to let his nerves show, but Slade was Gargoyle. He could read Matt’s emotions easily.

  “Before we do anything, you need to call Frey. I’ve already spoken to him, but he’s not going to rest easy until he hears your voice. After you call him, go ahead and take your shower. I’m going to run down to the front desk and get our tickets.”

  “Is he mad?” Matthew never wanted to worry Frey and Abbi, nor did he want to disappoint them.

  “Not anymore. Julian explained everything, so he’s had time to come to terms with what happened. Your phone’s on the charger by the coffee pot.”

  Matt sighed. “I’ll call him.” Matthew bent down and kissed Slade before going to get ready.

  As soon as they were inside the park, Matt stood staring in amazement at the rides and kiosks selling everything from frozen treats to souvenirs. “Holy shit, Batman. This is insane.”

  Slade chuckled and bit his tongue at the same time. He knew Abbi fussed at Matthew whenever his language became colorful, but Slade didn’t mind. “Come on, Boy Wonder. And you know I prefer Captain America,” Slade reminded him. They had watched all the old Marvel and DC movies, arguing over which superheroes were best.

  As Matt dragged him to the first roller coaster they came to, Slade couldn’t stop smiling. He had purchased the special wristbands allowing them to skip the longer lines. They got in quite a few rides before Matthew’s stomach growled. He let Matt choose where they ate, because the day was all about Matthew. The vacation was supposed to be all about his mate, and it hadn’t turned out quite as he expected. Was Slade surprised that crazy shit had been thrown at them? No. That was the norm for the Gargoyles finding their mates lately. Slade thanked the gods for the way it turned out.

  Between bites of pizza, the teen kept a running commentary about his favorite coasters and what he wanted to ride next. It seemed he’d forgotten about sex for the time being. Slade ate silently, enjoying Matthew’s enthusiasm.

  “Are you having fun?” Matthew asked as they tossed their food wrappers in the garbage can.

  “I am. I always have fun when I’m with you.” Slade took Matthew’s hand. “Where to?”

  “How about the Dragons?”

  “Again?” Slade laughed and put his hand to Matthew’s nape, pulling him against his chest. Matthew slid his hands up Slade’s torso, grinning at him. Slade couldn’t resist the urge to kiss his mate, so he didn’t. Remembering they were in a family park, he kept it quick and chaste. “Whatever you want,” he murmured against Matt’s mouth.

  It turned out Matt wanted to stay until the park closed, riding everything that went fast, upside down, or sideways as many times as possible. Slade didn’t mind, though. He was having the time of his life. He enjoyed the rides, but more than that, it thrilled him to see Matthew so happy. Several times throughout the day, Slade could tell Matthew was thinking about something other than having fun at the park. He’d catch his mate frowning, biting his bottom lip, or tapping his fingers against his leg. Slade figured it had to do with sex. He was probably more nervous than Matthew about the teen’s first time. He was the one who had to contain his beast.

  When the park announced it was closing, Slade asked, “Do you want to get some souvenirs?” Matthew had looked at different T-shirts and stuffed animals, saying he had to take something back for Amelia, but he hadn’t wanted to keep up with anything while they were on the rides.

  “When are we going home?”

  “We aren’t on a timeline, unless you need to get back to the gym. We can come back here tomorrow, or we can go check out Disney.” The large park had closed when the world fell apart, but the owners got it up and running a few years later, reducing prices to the bare minimum they could charge while still earning enough to make a small profit. The CEO had declared that people needed some good in their lives, and what was better than forgetting themselves in a world full of make-believe characters?

  Grinning, Matt said, “Frey doesn’t need me. He already reworked the schedule for when I go to college. I have plenty of money saved up for gas and insurance on my car. So, if it’s okay with you, I’d like to come back.” Matthew laced their fingers together as they made their way to the parking lot to grab the shuttle. His palm was sweaty, but Slade didn’t say anything to make his mate feel bad. He planned on easing into things when they got back to the hotel.

  “Matthew…” Slade whispered once they were seated. The shuttle wasn’t full, but Slade didn’t want everyone hearing their conversation. “You’re my mate. Everything I have is now yours, money included. As a matter of fact, I’ve already put your name on my accounts. You have your own bank card, so you never have to worry about money again.” Matthew chewed on his bottom lip, frowning. “What’s wrong?”

  “I haven’t done anything to earn it though.”

  “Yes, you have. You said yes.”

  “Wait. You’ve already put my name on things?” Slade nodded. “But we weren’t mates then.”

  “We were mates the second you were born. I just had to wait to find you.”

  “I’m glad you didn’t have to wait too long. Some of the others are old.”

  Slade laughed. “You aren’t wrong there.” He leaned closer and pressed their lips together. “I’m glad too.” He wanted to deepen the kiss, but there were a couple families on the bus with them, so he slid his arm around Matt’s shoulder and held him close.

  Chapter Seventeen

  As much as Matt had enjoyed the park, he was even more excited about what was going to happen next. Spending the day with Slade had been fun, but now, he was ready to move their relationship to the next level. He had slept wrapped up in Slade’s arms all night. He knew, because he woke up several times during the night. He never wanted to sleep without him again. Never wanted a day to go by where they weren’t together. He wanted what Frey and Abbi had. What Trevor had with Jasper. What all the other Gargoyles and their mates had.

  “I’m going to take a shower right quick,” he said as soon as they got back to their room. He hadn’t taken two steps when Slade
stopped him. Grabbing Matt’s wrist, he pulled him so they were chest to chest.

  “Don’t touch anything while you’re in there,” Slade husked against his ear.

  Matthew knew his neck and cheeks were red, because he could feel them heating. “I-I won’t. But I am going to, uh, get clean.” God, this was embarrassing.

  Slade held him by the biceps and pushed Matt back far enough to look into his eyes. “I’m not worried about that. And if you change your mind about going all the way, we can start off slow.”

  “But I want the first time to be the best.”

  Slade pressed their foreheads together. “But it won’t be.”

  Matt jerked his head back. “Why not?”

  “Because I’ll be too worried about hurting you. I’ll be holding the beast back.”

  “Oh. Well, I still want to have sex. We can do the other stuff later to make up for it.”

  “Make up for it? Matty, I’m not saying it’ll be bad. It won’t. It will be unlike anything you’ve ever experienced in your life, but it won’t be the best, because I plan on making every time after better than the last. I’ll never stop trying to find new ways to please you. I love you, Matthew Thomas Hartley.”

  “And I love you, Colden Slade Ransom,” Matt whispered. “But I’m still going to shower.”

  Slade kissed him softly, and Matt let him keep it chaste. He wanted the passion-filled kisses. The ones that had them gasping for air. The ones that led to touching and teasing. But he wanted a shower first. He wouldn’t touch his dick other than to wash it, but he was going to clean his other parts as best he could. Slade might not care, but Matt did. He ran his finger down Slade’s throat to his chest. “I’ll be right back.”

  “I’ll be waiting.” Slade didn’t move from where he was standing. Matt looked over his shoulder before he closed the bathroom door, and Slade was staring at his ass, rubbing his large hand over the bulge in his shorts. Matthew shut the door and leaned against it, breathing deeply. He was about to have sex. Grinning, he pumped a fist in the air and wiggled his hips. When he laughed at the thought of finally losing his virginity, Matt clamped a hand over his mouth to stifle the sound.

  After turning on the water to heat up, Matt shed his clothes. He stared at his reflection, trying to see himself through Slade’s eyes. If the men he’d seen in porn were any indication, Matthew wasn’t sorely lacking down below, so he shrugged off his insecurities. Slade had already told Matt he loved him, more than once, and Matt knew he was telling the truth. He could, and probably should, jerk off quickly, because he was already set to blow, but he stayed true to his word about not touching himself. After rinsing, Matt dried off quickly and slapped on some deodorant. He didn’t bother brushing his teeth. They had already kissed, pizza breath and all, and he was ready to get back to Slade.

  Not bothering with underwear, Matt opened the door, but when he saw Slade stretched out on the bed, Matt froze. Every muscle in his body seized up with the exception of his right hand. It went straight to his hardening dick. He had seen Slade in nothing but shorts. Had his dick in his mouth. But never had Matt been privy to all Slade’s skin at one time. He took Matt’s breath away. When he gained enough wits to move, he tugged on his shaft. Slade surged up from where he was lying naked on the sheets.

  “No touching,” Slade demanded. It wasn’t a request. Slade’s whole demeanor let Matthew know who was in charge. Since he had no clue what to do next, he gladly handed over the reins. He also released his erection. Slade patted the spot next to where he was sitting, and Matthew closed the distance. He should have felt self-conscious being naked with his hard-on bouncing, but he wasn’t. He was erect because of Slade, and he wanted his Goyle to know how turned on he was.

  When he sat down, Slade quickly maneuvered them so Matt was on his back, and Slade was stretched out over him, their cocks rubbing together, tips leaking. Matt moaned at the first contact of their bodies and arched into Slade, seeking more friction.

  “Settle.” Slade was propped on his forearms, keeping his upper body off Matt. He threaded one hand through Matt’s damp hair, pressing a kiss to his cheek before doing the same to his eyes, his forehead, his lips. He nuzzled against Matt’s neck, inhaling. “Gods, you smell so good.” Matt shivered as Slade continued his exploration. Slade licked a path from Matt’s Adam’s apple up to his chin then moved back to the point behind his earlobe. Slade nipped at Matt’s neck. “That’s the spot,” he whispered. “It won’t take long to get there, because I’m barely holding it together. But that’s where I will join the two of us together forever. I’m not going to ask if you’re sure, because there’s no turning back now. Are you ready for me?”

  Matthew nodded, because his mouth had gone dry.

  “I need your words, Matty. Are you ready to become my mate?”

  “Ye-yes,” he managed to say.

  Slade sat back on his heels, holding a bottle of lube. He must have put it under the pillow while Matt was taking a shower. “I’m going to get you ready for me. If you need to come, come. Don’t hold back.” Matt nodded, his eyes tracking Slade’s hands. “Pull your legs up for me.”

  Matt bent his legs, grabbing the backs of his thighs. He was spread open, his hole on display. He wasn’t sure if Slade liked what he saw, but then Slade licked his lips, his eyes hooded when he smiled at Matt. It wasn’t a sweet smile. It was how he imagined a jaguar looked in that moment it saw its next kill. “Such a pretty hole. Just waiting to be loved. If I wasn’t so desperate to get inside you, I’d take my time kissing your pretty little pucker. Sucking on the skin before spearing my tongue inside. I want to taste you there. But right now, I’m going to get you ready to take my cock.”

  Slade poured the lube onto his fingers, rubbing them with his thumb. “Might be a little cold, but I’ll warm you up quickly. Touch yourself, Matty. Fist yourself while I breach you the first time.” Matt curled his fingers around his dick and sucked in a breath. He was so close to coming. Slade teased the rim of Matt’s hole before slipping a slick finger inside. “Have you ever used your fingers or a toy?”

  “Fingers. I know it burns at first. You don’t have to be gentle,” he admitted.

  “Good to know,” Slade said, his eyes burning with need. He added a second finger, twisting and pressing. Matt squeezed his dick harder, trying to keep from coming. When Slade hit his prostate, Matt cried out, his feet falling to the bed as he thrust against Slade’s fingers.

  “More, Slade. Oh, god… please,” he begged. He’d fingered his own ass plenty, but it had never felt this good.

  “I got you, baby. I know what you need.”

  Slade’s cock was leaking, and Matt wanted it inside him.

  “Slade, now. I’m close, but I want to come with you inside me.”

  Slade pulled his fingers out Matt’s passage, and he cried out at the emptiness. “No!”

  “Shh. Just a little more.” Slade poured extra lube on his fingers then inserted three inside, scissoring Matt’s opening. Matt fisted the bedding to keep from grabbing Slade and pulling him down. He knew Slade was doing what was best for what was to come, but Matt needed to be filled with his mate’s cock, not his fingers. He was ready for them to become one.

  Slade grabbed his own erection with his free hand. “Pull your legs back for me,” he instructed. Matt did, and when he was where Slade wanted him, Slade removed his fingers and slid his hard shaft inside without waiting. Matt gasped at the fullness, and Slade leaned over Matt’s legs. “Breathe, Matty. Breathe and push out.” Matt did, and Slade eased farther in. The muscles in Slade’s neck flexed as his jaw tensed.

  “This is going to be fast and hard, baby. I’m too close to losing it, so hang on. Okay? Hang on, and it’ll be over soon. Then we can do it all over again only slower.”

  “Okay. Do it, Slade. Make me yours.”

  Slade pushed the rest of the way in, and Matthew cried out, his eyes slamming shut. His ass burned, taking his breath, but the intense pain turned into pleasure as soon
as Slade began moving. Matt’s cock still throbbed with the need to come, but he didn’t want to let go of his legs, so he kept his hands where they were. Slade set up a slow rhythm at first, murmuring words of praise. “You’re doing so good, Matty. So beautiful. Gods, you’re perfect.”

  Matt opened his eyes so he could witness Slade’s pleasure. It was one of the things about the Gargoyle that Matthew loved the most – the way his eyes expressed whatever the male was feeling. Slade rose up on his knees, pushing Matt’s legs farther apart, and looked down to where their bodies were joined. Matt wished he could see it. Maybe one day he’d be able to if Slade let Matt be the one in charge. His cock throbbed at the thought.

  “Matt,” Slade husked. His thrusts increased with the changed angle, and Matt rocked his head from side to side, grabbing his dick. He didn’t want to come yet, but the need was too great. His breaths were coming in short pants, and with every brush of Slade’s cock against Matt’s prostate, he cried out. His skin was overheated, and his orgasm was building.

  “Matthew,” Slade said again, this time sounding like a warning. Slade’s blue eyes had darkened almost to black. Matt gasped as Slade’s fangs extended, pressing into his lower lip. Matt knew what was about to happen, and it should scare the shit out of him. It didn’t. Slade’s hips jerked faster and harder, his breath coming out in harsh gasps. Slade leaned his body closer, his shoulders shoving Matt’s thighs farther apart, and he had no choice but to let go of his dick or get his hand trapped between them. He placed one hand on Slade’s shoulder, his fingers digging into the skin. The other he pressed against Slade’s throat, squeezing enough to feel the thrum of his blood beating.

  Slade growled, a rumble deep within his chest. In the next moment, his wings unfolded behind him, and Matt knew the beast had taken over. That didn’t scare him either. Matt couldn’t resist reaching out and touching one. As soon as his fingertips brushed the hard edge, Slade roared, the windows rattling, and he fell on top of Matt, releasing Matt’s legs from his atop his shoulders. A sharp sting burned Matt’s neck as Slade drove his fangs into the juncture he’d pointed out earlier.