Dominic sat on the bed, watching the animals with a mixture of fondness and annoyance. He had never been a cat person, always preferring dogs. But he loved his mate more than anything and would climb to the sky to pluck a star for him if Jim so desired. So after witnessing Jimmy’s reaction to that owlcat, Dominic knew he was going to get a cat for his mate. While his inner wolf was rather put out with having to deal with them, the kittens were really cute, Dom had to admit. The shelter lady had helped Dominic choose the essentials, but he decided to leave buying kitty toys to Jim. His little fey was sure going to have fun spoiling his pets.
Jimmy sat next to him after fussing with the cat bed. They both silently watched the kittens for a while. Finally, Jim turned to face him and Dom looked back at him.
“Thank you for this, sweet. I know you don’t like cats much, it means all the more to me that you did this.” Dominic flustered, not sure how to answer. Before he could figure it out, Jimmy continued. “Now, how about I give you a proper thank you?”
“A proper thank you, huh? And just what does it entail?” Dominic asked, trying to hide a smile, anticipation coiling in his gut.
“Well, the first stage is me giving you a nice, relaxing massage,” Jim said giving him a smoldering look.
“Mmm, I like the sound of that.” He leaned in, capturing Jim’s lips in a soft kiss.
“Come,” Jimmy said after withdrawing. “You need to remove your clothes.” Before he even finished speaking, he was doing it himself. Dominic obediently lifted his arms, letting Jim take off his shirt, and then he stood up, allowing his jeans and boxers to be removed, as well. Naked, he lay down on the bed and looked up at his lover. Jim’s gaze was hungry as he perused Dominic’s body as if it was a feast and he a starved man. “Mmm,” Jim said licking his lips. “You’re really yummy, you know?” Dominic only chuckled. Jim stepped to the side and crouched by the bedside table on his side of the bed and started rummaging through its contents. “Now, where did I…a-ha!” he crowed triumphantly as he stood up holding a little bottle in his hand. Dominic only lifted his brows in question. Jim smiled a half shy, half mischievous smile. “I ordered it a while ago after I read this article on the internet about erotic massage. It’s a scented massage oil.
“You’re full of surprises, baby.” Dominic shook his head chuckling. Jim’s smile turned wholly mischievous then. He put the bottle of oil on the nightstand and made a quick work of getting rid of his own clothes. Gloriously naked, his wings stretching behind him, he grabbed the bottle once again and climbed on the bed. Dominic drank in the sight before him. Jimmy was just as beautiful as he had been when they first met, his beauty more than just the outside shell. Jim was also inherently good, loyal to his friends, compassionate…Dominic’s ideal man, really. Dom could feel his heart swell and the words escaped him without thinking. “I love you, baby.” Jim seemed startled for a moment but then he smiled back.
“I love you, too, sweet. Now, turn around so you lie on your belly. I’ll start the massage with your back.” Dom’s cock stirred at the commanding tone in his little fey’s voice and he quickly obeyed.
Jim’s hands, slicked with the scented oil, started gliding over his back, smooth and calming at first, then digging deeper. Dominic groaned as Jim found the tension in his muscles Dom had no idea was there. Slowly but steadily Jim’s deft hands helped Dom relax. Soon he was floating on a pleasant, lazy cloud. But the weightless, relaxed feeling fled as Jim’s hands ventured lower and started playing with Dominic’s ass cheeks. The massage turned into something different then, something much more erotic, and Dominic’s dick, deflated from the relaxation, perked right back up.
Jim’s fingers teased, delving into the cleft of his ass, gliding over his puckered asshole, going lower, barely tickling his balls. The relaxation completely forgotten, Dominic let himself be pulled into this erotic torture, curling his fingers into the bedding, fighting himself not to turn, not to grab his mate and fuck him hard. This was Jim’s show, though. Dominic wasn’t going to ruin it for him.
He released a low moan as he felt Jim shifting, the pixie’s hard cock grinding against his ass, Jim’s chest pressed tightly to Dominic’s oil-slicked back. Dom shivered at feeling Jim’s hot breath against his ear a moment before the pixie spoke.
“Turn around now, sweet. It’s time to massage your front.” His searing hot, wet tongue darted to lick the shell of his ear and Dom moaned even louder, obeying Jim’s command instantly. Jimmy chuckled as Dominic’s enthusiastic move nearly managed to dislodge him. Only the snapping out of his wings steadied him where he knelt over Dom. Dominic smiled at him sheepishly.
“Sorry for that.”
Jimmy only chuckled and waved his hand dismissively. Their eyes locked, hungry gazes consuming one another. Jim poured more oil on his hands and rubbed them together to warm it. Then he lowered them, stroking Dominic’s pectorals, pinching his nipples until they perked up, standing at attention. Jim lowered himself to sit right in Dom’s lap, Dominic’s hard dick nestled snuggly between Jim’s ass cheeks. Dominic groaned once again. This was a divine torture.
Jim’s deft fingers glided all over Dominic’s torso, teasing, never giving Dom quite enough of what he needed. Dominic opened his eyes, only then realizing that sometime in the meantime he had closed them. Looking up into his mate’s face he saw that Jim’s eyes shined with lust and hunger. Jim’s wings vibrated behind him and only then did Dom realize that the slickness coating his dick wasn’t only from his pre-cum but from Jim’s natural lube, as well. Jim wiggled in his lap and Dom became suddenly aware of all the little signs of his mate’s need. Without fully comprehending, Dom released a small growl, his inner wolf more than agreeing it was time to claim their mate properly.
Dom surged up, wrapping one arm around Jim’s waist and flipping him over with Jim splayed on the bed, his wings spread wide under him, Dom looming over his smaller mate. Jim giggled and Dom released another small growl. It used to be disconcerting, but Dom was becoming more and more used to his base instincts whenever his wolf came out to play.
“It’s not nice to tease your mate like that, baby,” Dominic mock admonished in his new growly voice, enticing another giggle out of Jim.
“How will you punish me for it?” the pixie challenged. Dom growled.
“Now the big bad wolf will have to devour you!” Dom threatened and snapped his teeth. Jim dissolved into peals of laughter and started to squirm under him, making Dom’s dick leak more pre-cum
“Oh no, please don’t eat me, mister wolf,” Jimmy pleaded still squirming.
“Oh, I think you’ll enjoy me eating you,” Dom said and without further warning dove down and swallowed Jim’s cock. The pixie’s giggles turned to moans as Dom worked his cock with his tongue and throat muscles. Soon his mate was reduced to a whimpering, pleading mess and Dom could feel his inner beast’s smug satisfaction. He pulled off Jim’s dick and looked his partner in the eyes, which were hazy with lust.
“Dom, please!” his lover begged, but Dominic wasn’t satisfied yet.
“You must pay for your evil teasing, mate!” he barked before diving back down. This time, though, he bypassed Jim’s dick as he spread the man’s thighs even wider. He sucked his pixie’s balls into his mouth but released them in the next instant, too intent on his real target. His mate’s opening was wet, glistening with the natural lube and winking at Dom as it clenched and unclenched, begging to be filled with his cock. But Dominic could resist the allure of its spell for a little bit longer. He had a mate to torture after all. He pushed two fingers in, Jim’s channel swallowing them greedily even as his mate gave out a low, keening sound of need. Dom started finger-fucking his pixie’s ass in earnest and at the same time lowering his mouth and pushing his tongue right alongside his fingers.
Jim went mad, bucking and begging, but Dom was merciless. He kept fucking his mate, his tongue doing wicked things to Jim’s opening. Dominic was finally satisfied when he heard his mate’s begging wails. He reached
up and grabbed hold of Jim’s dick, preventing his little fey from coming just yet. His own prick was straining with the need for release and Dominic decided it was time to quit the foreplay. Grabbing hold of Jim’s ankle, he pulled as he crab-walked down the bed himself. Getting off the bed, Dom pulled his captive down and flipped him onto his stomach at the last moment so that the fey landed with his chest pressed into the mattress. Kneeling on the floor, Dom’s body pinning him to the bed.
“Feels familiar, mate?” he whispered right into Jimmy’s ear, satisfied with the shiver it elicited.
“Yeah,” Jim answered breathlessly. “P-please,” he stuttered on the next breath, “D-don’t touch my wings.” Dom grinned wickedly remembering their first meeting.
“Oh, I think I will, my beautiful pixie. You shouldn’t have broken into this wolf’s den if you weren’t ready for the consequences.” With that, he grabbed the base of Jim’s wings as he pushed his dick into the pixie’s ass at the same time. Holding onto the quivering appendages glittering with the mating dust, Dominic started to snap his hips furiously, Jimmy’s pleading cries spurring him on. Much too soon, he felt his orgasm approaching. He released Jimmy’s wings and pushed one hand between Jim and the bed, grabbing hold of his mate’s balls and squeezing him not too gently. That was all it took to push Jimmy over the edge, and the fey came with a long wail, his ass squeezing Dom’s cock in a vise-like grip. Dominic could do nothing but follow, Jim’s ass milking his seed from him.
It seemed like hours later when Dom finally stopped coming and became aware of his surroundings. He let go of Jim’s balls that he had still been squeezing and let himself slump over his mate, kissing the man’s neck. Jim’s wings stirred, tickling Dom’s chest, and he rumbled in appreciation as Jim laughed. Dominic’s arms snaked around his mate, getting trapped between the fey’s chest and the mattress, but he was happy to suffer that to keep hugging his lover. They stayed like this for a while until their knees started to hurt. Jim was the first to stir.
“Mmm, that was a great ‘thank you,’ baby,” Dominic said, pushing off the carpet. He outstretched his hand to his mate, who took it gratefully and let himself be pulled to his feet.
“A great thank you for my wonderful, caring, thoughtful wolf. I really love you, sweet. You know that, right? And not because you bring me gifts. I love that you’d do something that you’re uncomfortable with just because you know it’d make me happy.” Jim’s face was earnest and full of affection as he said so and Dominic felt himself blush.
“It’s nothing, really. I knew you wanted a cat and it’s not like I hate them. I don’t think I’ll ever become a cat lover, what with being a wolf and all, but they’re not completely horrible,” he said, shooting a quick look at the animals that somehow managed to sleep through the whole interlude. Jimmy shook his head and smiled softly at him.
“And that’s what I’m talking about. You’re sweet and thoughtful and modest and I love you.”
“I love you, too, baby,” Dominic said, because what else was there to say? He didn’t do anything special, but he wasn’t going to protest when Jim thought he did. His mate loved him, that was all that mattered.
“Now, let’s get a quick shower. We can get something to eat after that and spend a nice quiet evening watching some silly fantasy movies, how about that?” Jim asked.
“Sounds about perfect,” Dom answered, and he meant it.
Chapter Ten
“I can’t believe you bought him a couple of kittens.” Joel laughed, not bothered by the scowl on his cousin’s face.
“I didn’t buy them, I adopted them.”
“Same thing.” Joel dismissed with a wave of his fingers. His hands rested on the steering wheel so that was all he could do. He shook his head in amusement. “So how is it going to work? I thought you were too much of a dog to tolerate cats.” He chuckled, shooting a quick look at the scowl on Dominic’s face.
“I couldn’t not do it,” Dom said sulkily. “You saw him with that damn owlcat. It was obvious he had always wanted a cat.
“But I thought your wolf wanted Jimmy to only pet your fur,” Joel couldn’t help but deliver that little jab. His cousin’s inner wolf was too good of a source of teasing not to use it.
“Shut up!” Dominic elbowed him slightly, paying attention not to jar him too much. It wouldn’t do for them to get into a car accident. Joel risked another quick look, grinning at Dominic who pretended to be affronted. They knew each other too well, though, and Joel knew when Dominic was actually angry with him. This wasn’t one of those times. “You are well aware I don’t have fur. At least not yet.” He grimaced as he did whenever his lack of shifting abilities was mentioned, and Joel felt momentarily guilty. “Besides,” Dominic said, “I’d much prefer he cuddle with real animals instead of other shifters.” Dominic’s eyes flashed golden for a second as the man gave a small huff. The next moment, though, he turned to Joel and grinned. “Anyway, don’t try to tell me you wouldn’t do the exact same thing for Tim.” Joel’s eyes strayed to the rearview mirror where he could watch his mate and Jim. The twins were so deeply engrossed in conversation they ignored them altogether. Jim was talking animatedly, gesturing with his hands, his words almost too quick for Joel to follow. No doubt he was telling Tim all about his new kittens. Tim was more composed, interjecting a word here and there, smiling fondly at his twin brother. Joel felt his heart swell with feeling and he turned back to his cousin.
“Can’t say that I wouldn’t,” he finally answered. Dominic grunted and changed the subject.
“So what do you think about these latest events?”
“What do you mean? The attacking mini-wolves? The kidnapped girl? The existence of a double shifter who cannot turn into a human?”
“All of it?” Dominic’s answer was poised more like a question.
“I don’t know,” Joel replied shaking his head. “I think it’s not all that impressive. I mean, my boyfriend is a hundred and twenty-five years old pixie with wicked powers and our meeting had been prophesied ages ago. How can anything else compare to this? You know, I think one big shock when being immersed into the paranormal world somehow desensitizes you to all the following smaller shocks. When it comes to paranormal villains and danger, there is an ancient evil fey who’d love nothing more than eviscerate us all. All the other dangers are like bass next to a shark. And all these other things…so there is a cat that can turn into an owl but cannot take on human shape. How is that any stranger than my cousin, whom I’ve known my whole life, being a wolf-shifter who cannot turn into a wolf, but who goes into heat when meeting his pixie boyfriend for the first time?” He shot Dom a quick grin. Dominic narrowed his eyes at him but didn’t answer to the teasing. His expression turned thoughtful.
“Yeah, I guess you’re right. It’s just like, whenever I feel I’m getting a grasp on this paranormal stuff, start learning the rules etcetera, they change on me, or something new and unexpected sprouts out of nowhere, you know?”
“Yeah, I get you, man.” Joel sighed. “I just try not to think about it. Oh, so my boyfriend is a pixie? Fine. Oh, he’s also a fey prince? Great. Hmm, I’m a part of some prophecy? No problem. Hey, there are double shifters in addition to regular shifters and vampires and demons and gods and who knows what else? Why not.” He shrugged, his eyes trained on the road.
“But don’t you feel like you’re nearing a mental breakdown?” Dominic asked quietly, and Joel risked a longer look at him, alarmed by what Dom was saying.
“Are you asking for yourself or for me?” he finally inquired. Dominic exhaled loudly, then smiled and ran his hand through his hair.
“Leave it to you to get straight to the point. I’m asking for you. I’m still dealing with it somehow, but I was worried for you.”
“What, because I’m a human and you’re this big bad wolf-shifter?” Joel asked trying to sound stern.
“It’s not like that, I wasn’t…” Dominic sputtered, and Joel laughed.
“Chill, cousi
n, I’m messing with you.” He paused, thinking of his answer. “I really am fine. It’s like I said. After dealing with the discovery of the paranormal world, the revelation of my sexuality, getting together with Tim, and all that followed, I’m seriously desensitized to these surprises. I mean, sure, I worry about future, but I’ve got a badass, legendary pixie mate with incredible powers to protect me. I’m friends with a brand new god and his two mates. All kinds of powerful beings will have my back. I’m as safe as a human amongst paranormals can be.” From the corner of his eye, he saw Dominic watching him for a while, but he finally nodded, satisfied with Joel’s answer.
“You’re telling the truth,” his cousin said. Joel raised his brows glancing at him.
“And you know that how?”
“Dom’s been training smelling out lies!” Jim answered from the backseat. Joel looked into the rear-view mirror. The twins apparently finished their previous conversation and were watching them.
“Really?” Joel asked with a smirk, directing his next question at his cousin. “And how is it working for you, bro?” Dominic narrowed his eyes but answered levelly.
“Pretty well, all things considered. Jimmy is helping me. He will purposefully tell me a lie and check if I caught it. I’m right almost eighty percent of the time now.”
“I’m impressed.” And he really was. “You took to this paranormal world well, Dom. I’m glad.”
“Yeah, now I just need to meet my grandparents, figure out how to transform into a wolf, and all will be peachy.”
“Pffft, no biggie.” Joel snorted.
“Right.” Dom shot him a venomous look, but Joel only grinned wider. “No biggie indeed.”
* * * *
They arrived at Jason’s house not much later. Carrying bags of Indian takeaway, they poured inside, chatting happily. Jason and his mates were there, as was Jack and the young cuberow, Brad. The atmosphere was a rather relaxed one and Joel was glad. It felt good to have friends with whom you could be yourself. Never mind that these friends were all paranormal creatures of some kind. They weren’t that different after all. They worked, loved, cared for their families just like regular people.
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