Tiny Treasure (Eternal Flames Maddox Book 4)

by Cree Storm

  Realizing he could move, York gently lifted his hand and removed the sunglasses on Timmy's face. Timmy went to stop him, but York wasn't going to have it.

  "But what if―"

  Shaking his head, York didn't say a word. Funny how the entire time he was stone encased all he wanted to do was talk to his mate and make things better, but now that he could speak, words were not forthcoming.

  "I think I'm going to go and check on the others," Manny mumbled, leaving the two men alone.

  Gently removing the glasses, Timmy's worried look did not take away the sparkling grey York was looking into. It reminded him of quartz stone, how they were grey, but sparkled and flickered.

  "You're beautiful," York said in a voice deep and raspy from nonuse.

  Timmy's cheeks pinked as he whispered, "Thank you, you are very handsome.”

  Never taking his eyes away from Timmy's, York said, "Power, energy, and protection. That is what your eyes say to me when I look into them. You are not a jinx or a bad luck charm. You are beautiful, sweet, innocent, and all mine. You are my gemstone."

  "Gemstone?" Timmy asked in confusion.

  "I was born April tenth. And you, my little nugget, have the eyes of my birthstone. That means that we are more than destined to be together. Nugget, you were literally made for me and I was made for you," York replied.

  "And I can't get enough of you, baby―"

  York and Timmy both looked at Jett as he sang and then stopped, saying, "Gotta love Kiss."

  "What do you want, Jett? Can't you see I am talking to my mate?" York asked gruffly.

  Jett snorted, "That was not talking, it was word fucking. I should know, I do it with my mate all the time."

  "What do you want, Jett?" York asked again in frustration.

  "There’s some gentlemen here that would like to see Timmy," Jett explained.

  York growled, "They can wait."

  Turning back to Timmy, he could see his eyes beginning to sparkle brighter and slowly turning a pink hue. "No, nugget. Calm yourself. You can do this. Relax and know that there is not a man around us that will harm one piece of beautiful hair on your head."

  A small packet was tossed onto the lift. "I think I can keep them distracted for about thirty minutes, maybe forty-five. After that, you are on your own. Because that's about how long I'll last before I have to go jump my own mate."

  Jett left and York didn't waste any time. "I want to claim my mate."

  "But―"

  York said, "Timmy, listen to me closely. You are my mate and I am not just grateful to fate, but I would kiss her if I could. To be blessed with such a pure, innocent, gorgeous soul as yourself is a wonder to me. I don't know what I did in my life to be given such a stunning morsel of a man, but I will forever be grateful. Will you accept me as your mate?"

  Timmy's eyes glittered and shimmered with unshed tears as he gave a nod. That was all York needed.

  Gently taking the controls from Timmy's hand, York lowered the lift slightly and then set it to the side. "Now to unwrap my delectable gift."

  Timmy's eyes went wide, but he didn't argue when York started to lift his shirt until it was over Timmy's head and tossed across the room. York took his time unfastening and the sliding Timmy's pants down his legs. "Lay down, nugget."

  Timmy did as York asked without question. York removed Timmy's socks, shoes, and then finished taking off his pants. "Commando. I love it!"

  York stepped back, and quickly removed the only barrier he had left to claiming his mate. Looking into Timmy’s wide eyes, York laughed. "Trust me, we were made for each other and I most definitely will fit."

  "How―"

  "Because you are not very good at hiding your thoughts, nugget," York answered with a soft laugh once more.

  Slowly making his way to Timmy, York whispered, "Trust me."

  Timmy nodded, softly saying, "I do."

  Taking the lift control once more, York lowered it until his mate was aligned with his own cock. Spreading Timmy's legs wide, York leaned down and tasted his savory morsel for the first time.

  The salty, earthy flavors quickly passed along York's taste buds, making him moan in complete satisfaction. York had thought that his mate's flavors would be incredible, but he had not come close to just how amazing his nugget would truly taste.

  Slowly, York slid his mouth down his mate's hard erection and suckled. Raising and lowering his mouth over and over. The sounds his little man was making had York feeling as if he was a God.

  Knowing that time was not on their side, York grabbed for the packet Jett had left him and tore it open as quickly as he could without stopping his movements. Setting it to the side, there was one other thing he wanted to do first.

  Timmy made a frantic squeal of protest when York removed his mouth from around his nugget’s cock. Smiling, York took Timmy's shaft in his hand and stroked his man. "Trust me."

  York placed his arms under his mate’s ass and lifted Timmy so that his back was off the lift and only his shoulders were touching the metal platform. Spreading Timmy's ass cheeks, York moaned at the sight of his mate’s tiny, puckered star, and seconds later he was swiping his tongue on the outer edge of Timmy's hole, groaning and practically salivating at the musky ambrosia before him.

  Timmy mewed and clawed at the metal table as York ate his mate's ass with gusto. Stiffening his tongue, York pushed in and out, fast and furiously.

  The sounds Timmy made only encouraged York to do more. The sound of Timmy smacking the lift under him over and over as he moved his head rapidly left to right were amazing. His mate was so fucking responsive.

  York lowered Timmy long enough to take the lube packet and place a small amount on his index finger. Swallowing his mate's shaft and placing his finger in Timmy's stretching hole had his mate screaming and releasing his seed all at once.

  Swallowing all Timmy had to give him, York didn't stop. He not only wanted, but needed more. Maybe York was being selfish, but he had to have all his mate had to give.

  Adding a bit more lube, York inserted a second finger into Timmy's hole. His mate was still spilling his seed into York's mouth as his neck arched and veins strained from the side. Scissoring and finger fucking his mate as York sucked his mate's cock was beyond glorious. Timmy groaned, grunted, cried out, and made sounds that York had never heard before.

  Removing his mouth from his mate's still hard shaft, York hissed, "Yes! Let me hear how you love what I'm doing to you! I love your responsiveness. It has me fucking hard as a rock and dripping seed to the floor."

  Pushing in a third finger, Timmy grunted and York could tell his mate was doing his best to hide his discomfort. "Stay with me, nugget. I promise this is going to be something you will never forget."

  Timmy puffed his cheeks over and over and York added a bit more lube and another finger. Timmy groaned and York replied, "It's okay, baby. I just want you good and stretched. You saw how big I am. I don't want to hurt you in any way."

  Moaning and mewing, Timmy nodded at York's words, encouraging him to continue.

  Feeling Timmy's hole loosening, York had had enough. He needed in. He needed to feel his mate's ass wrap around his huge cock and massaging him to completion.

  Removing his fingers, York applied the rest of the lube to his cock, hissing at how sensitive it had become with need. Pulling his mate closer towards his hips, York lined his weeping shaft up to Timmy's well stretched hole, rasping, "Look at me, nugget. Watch as you take me into your body for the first time."

  Timmy pried his eyes open and did as York ordered.

  "Push out as I push in, nugget," York directed as he slowly pushed forward with his hips.

  Timmy did as he was told and York heard his mate gasp and groan when York slid past that first ring of muscles and then kept sliding until York felt his balls touching Timmy's ass.

  Stopping himself a moment, York rasped, "Too fucking close. You're so fucking tight and feel so fucking good. I'm so close!"

  Timmy dre
w in a deep breath and let it out as he became accustomed to the invasion of his hole. York felt sweat dribbling down his face, neck, and back from the strain of trying not to come right then and there.

  When Timmy started to wiggle and squirm, York knew he was as ready for York to move as much as York was ready to do the moving. Pulling back until only the tip of his cock was left in Timmy's channel, York thrust forward.

  Timmy moaned and York started slowly thrusting in and out of his little man's ass. Timmy started clawing at the metal underneath him once more, and York pulled Timmy closer still, lifting his mate's lower body so he could thrust harder and faster.

  Those amazing sounds escaping from his mate's lips over and over had York feeling the loss of what little control he had. He needed to claim his mate, now.

  Feeling the heat surrounding them, York increased his thrust’s and Timmy screamed when York found that special spot and was relentlessly plunging in and out of his hole in the same spot over and over again.

  York felt his teeth sharpen and grow as a fire surrounded them in the cell. Dropping Timmy's hips to the table, York leaned over his mate and pulled him up from the shoulders. Timmy's head dropped back, exposing his throat, and York struck. Imbedding his sharp teeth deep into his little man and drawing in his heavenly life source. York felt the bond between them tighten and begin to form.

  Timmy let out an impressive growl. York pulled back as Timmy lifted his head and his bright red eyes focused on York's neck. His intent was clear. Timmy grabbed York by the shoulders and with a strength York didn't expect his little mate to have, Timmy pulled himself up and hung on. had small horns on his head, huge fangs protruding from his mouth, and large wings that started flapping.

  Sand particles filled the area around them until York didn't think he could breath. However, as he drew in air, the sandy residue entered him, and York could feel a heat building and centering in on his cock. The second the bond snapped into place, York came. Timmy's hole was filled with York's seed as Timmy's second orgasm hit him and coated York's abdomen.

  Once they had given all they had within themselves, Timmy let go of York and flopped back on the lift. York fell with his nugget and laid on top of Timmy, doing everything he could to catch his breath.

  Not wanting to harm his little man, York lifted himself onto his forearms and looked down at Timmy. "Are you alright? I wasn't too hard on you, was I?"

  Timmy opened his eyes, then shocked the hell out of York when he burst into tears and quickly grabbed onto York's neck saying over and over again, "You wanted me. You really wanted me."

  York held onto Timmy, then slowly lowered his little man so Timmy could look into his eyes, "Nugget, I don't just want you, I love you."

  Timmy gasped. York continued speaking as if he didn't hear the small sound. "I listened to everything you said while I was in that stone encasement. I heard your pain and regret as well as your loneliness. However, I also heard the love you had for your king and your chimera. I understand your fear of talking with them, but I also know you have missed them every moment you have been away from them. I also know there is nothing you wouldn't do for them, even today."

  "They hate me," Timmy murmured.

  Shaking his head, York replied, "I find it hard to believe that anyone could hate you after their first time meeting you. I knew from before the first tear drop that I wanted you, but I knew from the stories you told Pas that I loved you. Not just because you are my mate, but because you are the most amazing and loving man, with a heart bigger than any man or woman I have ever met. The light that surrounds you is so bright I would gladly go blind just to look into it."

  "I love you too, Yorkie. I'm sorry about what happened," Timmy whispered.

  Smiling, York replied, "Yorkie, I like that. Now, in a moment we are going to go to the showers they have for the prisoners and clean up. Then we will go and see your chimera. However, before we do any of that, there is something we must do first, because I think I might go insane if I have to wait another moment."

  "What's that?" Timmy asked curiously.

  Leaning down, York rasped, "This." Then placed his lips on his mate's.

  CHAPTER 6

  Timmy walked with York hand in hand. They had bathed and Timmy couldn't believe how sexual his mate was. The man couldn't seem to keep his hands off of him. Timmy wasn't complaining. Far from it. Heck he wished he and Yorkie could have stayed in the shower, but his mate insisted they had business to attend to. But with each step closer to the council room, the slower his steps became.

  "Nugget, it's going to be alright. I'm here for you every step of the way. If anyone so much as raises their voice at you, I will make them pay, dearly," York softly said.

  Timmy looked up at York, asking, "Why do you call me that?"

  "What? Nugget?" York asked.

  Timmy nodded and York came to a stop right before the door to the council room. York turned, saying, "Timmy, I have been around for a long time. Lived in many different places with my clutch. The thing is, through that time, I've seen a lot of ugliness, and honestly, it has jaded me somewhat in this world. People burning down their homes or businesses to collect insurance money, or using a fire to hide the fact that they murdered their spouse or lover. It takes its toll. Finding you, it was like I was sifting a mine and found that one small piece of goodness. My golden nugget. When I look at you, I think maybe I might have been wrong. Maybe not all is bad in this godforsaken shithole world filled with assholes and idiots."

  Smiling wide, Timmy lifted his hand and crooked his finger.

  York leaned down and Timmy lifted on his tippy toes, placing a light kiss on York's soft full lips. "I like when you call me that."

  York gave Timmy a butterfly kiss, and whispered back, "I like when you call me Yorkie. It reminds me of a cute puppy that you can pet and rub their tummy."

  Timmy giggled then suddenly remembered something. Dropping his hand from York's, Timmy muttered, "I'll be right back. Wait!"

  Running as fast as he could down the stairs, Timmy ignored York calling his name. Rushing into the cell he and York had been in, Timmy looked around until he found what he was looking for. Gently picking it up, Timmy rushed back to his mate's side.

  "Nugget, you can't rush off like that. I don't want anything to happen to you," York said in a much harsher tone than Timmy had heard him use with him.

  Tearing up, Timmy rasped, "I'm sorry. I forgot my babies and had to go get them. I've spent too much time away from them as it is and I don't want them thinking I left them behind."

  "Babies? What babies?" York asked looking around.

  Timmy brought his hands up. "These."

  York looked down and then became confused. "Nugget, is that a bird’s nest?"

  Nodding, Timmy replied, "I found them when I was living at my cabin. Their mom had made her nest on the widow outside my sleeping room. One day I woke up and I saw three eggs. She would stay with them and only leave long enough to eat a bit. I tried bringing her food, but she wouldn't eat it. One day she left and never came back. I brought the nest in and made sure they stayed warm. I'm waiting and when they hatch I'm going to feed them, teach them to fly, and―"

  York knelt down and Timmy saw sadness in his mate's eyes, as he said, "Nugget, I'm afraid your eggs are not going to hatch."

  "But they have to, Yorkie. I swear I've kept them warm like their momma did. Except for today. I've talked to them and sang them songs and tucked them in a nice warm cloth," Timmy insisted.

  "Nugget, listen to me. The eggs are never going to hatch," York said gently.

  Timmy's voice broke with unshed tears, "Why?"

  "Well, it could be because the mother felt threatened by a human or another animal or―"

  "She left because of me! I told you I was bad luck. I did something that scared her and she abandoned her babies," Timmy blubbered.

  York took his mate into his arms, whispering, "Hey, calm down. I didn't say that. You didn't let me finish. It could be that th
e eggs were never fertilized to begin with. Nugget, you did the best you could do and unfortunately, sometimes there is nothing that can be done. It's the law of nature."

  "Well, nature law stinks," Timmy muttered, pulling back and wiping his eyes.

  "I know. How about we go see what these guys want and when we're done we can bury your nest?” York asked.

  Timmy hated that he would never get to see his baby birds come to life. He had so looked forward to raising them as his own.

  York stood up, and just before opening the door, Illan's booming voice could be heard coming down the hall. "I have no idea why you made me come back here, Justice. I told you I wanted to go home."

  "I know, Illan, but Destrain called because King Suneth asked to be heard, and since we asked the man here, it is only right that we hear what the man has to say," Justice argued back.

  Illan came into view, snapping, "Justice, I would rather be home curled up with you and Avery watching Criminal Minds or Web of Lies."

  Justice looked at Illan and snorted, "You'd rather be home balls deep in our mate while I am―Oh hello, Timmy. Hello, York. It's really good to see you back in your own skin."

  "Thank you, sir," York replied.

  Illan's eyes widened. "You mated? Congratulations, Timmy. I'm very happy for you―and York, of course."

  Timmy smiled. He really liked that Illan was happy for him. But he also liked that Illan and Justice didn't seem upset with him for his little mishap. "Thank you. I'm very happy, too."

  "Well, I guess we should see what King Suneth wants," Illan replied.

  Timmy felt his anxiety raise as Illan took the door knob in hand. Somehow the man must have scented his reservations about going in that room. "Timmy, is there a problem?"

  Timmy sighed and lowered his head. He quickly explained what had happened and about his fear that King Suneth might want retribution.

  Illan placed his hand on Timmy, asking, "You gave it back?"