by Mathew Ortiz
“Let me get this straight. We bond but live apart?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t like it.” He sat back in the chair and crossed his arms over his chest.
Oliver threw up his hands. “I’m open to suggestions. I know you’re not keen on having a bondmate—”
“What makes you think that?”
“Well, your sexual history. I figured you’d want your freedom. If you wanted to take other lovers while we were separated, I’d—”
“Whoa, whoa. Hang on a minute. Yes, I like my freedom, and yes, I hadn’t planned on mating so early in my life, but I’m not so dense as to turn my back on one of the greatest gifts given to a shifter. You need to understand one thing. Once bonded, I can’t--I won’t be able to get it up for anyone but you. You would be my one and only. I want to be your mate, Oliver, yours only. Did you want to take other lovers?” The pain at the idea of his mate being in another man’s arms was a knife to his soul.
“No!” Oliver blurted out. “I--when witches bond, it’s with the one person only. No others. I would be yours alone.”
Donovan smiled, relieved. “Good. Once bonded, our scents would mingle. All shifters would know we were mated. None of them would presume to touch my mate.”
Oliver blinked. “Excellent!” He caught himself and schooled his features. “What about your brother?”
Donovan scrubbed his neck and grimaced. “He won’t be happy. I won’t lie to you. He doesn’t trust solids. I can only hope he would support my mating with you. How would your family feel about us?”
Oliver smiled slightly. “They’d be surprised, but after William found Rush, nothing should shock them.”
“How so?”
“Three hundred years ago, William, Duncan, and Oliver Oswald, our ancestors, were hung for being witches by the townspeople of Maquintock Bay. We are the reincarnated souls of those poor boys. Our mother named us for them.”
“So what’s the deal with Rush?”
“Rush’s ancestors are the ones who put my cousins to death all those years ago. They were children. My ancestors used their magic to curse their killers, and William’s ancestor cursed the Harrington family to unending pain and sorrow. Being the oldest of the witches, his power was the strongest. The Harringtons suffered for over three hundred years until William and Rush met and fell in love, breaking the curse.”
“How did his family take Rush falling in love with an Oswald?”
“His mother and sister are happy for the two of them. His father despises all of us Oswalds. It’s been a hard road for Rush and William. Yet they still love each other deeply and totally.”
Donovan mulled over what he had heard and then asked, “What did Oliver Oswald do? Who did he curse?”
“He cursed the town to flag and fail. Being the youngest, his power wasn’t the strongest. Maquintock Bay has had a series of setbacks that kept it from growing like it should: fires, plagues, droughts, you name it. Basically, Oliver Oswald’s curse was that until the town did right by the Oswalds, they would continue to fall fallow.”
“How do you feel about the town?”
“Overall, they treat us better than before. I think Rush and William becoming a couple has helped. Plus Aunt Margaret and William have worked hard on reparations to help the town. Consensus is changing…slowly.”
Donovan took in the information. It was something to tell his brother…maybe. “So when do we mate?”
Oliver balked. “Is that all you think of? Sex?”
“Oh, come on, Oliver. I can smell your boner from here. I can also smell precum. I can’t say bonding is going to fix our problems, but I want you. More than I’ve ever wanted another person. Would being with me be so bad?” Donovan scooted forward to the edge of his chair.
Oliver sucked in a breath. “No.”
“If you want, we don’t have to bond right away. We can take our time.”
“Why? Don’t you want me?”
Donovan rolled his eyes. Slipping from the chair, he landed on his knees and shuffled over to Oliver, putting himself between the witch’s legs. His hands touched the bare feet in front of him and the skin was hot to his touch. Running his hands up Oliver’s legs, his caressed the smooth thighs, stopping at the edge of the shorts.
“Donovan—”
“Shh… Let me drive. I should warn you though, I might wolf out.”
“Wo-wolf out?”
“When aroused, my shifting ability comes forward, letting my wolf out. I may partially shift or go full-on wereling.”
“Oh! Should I be concerned?” There was no fear in Oliver’s voice, only curiosity.
“No, I’d never hurt you.” Donovan leaned down and buried his face in Oliver’s crotch, inhaling deeply. “Fuck…”
Oliver shivered under his touch, making Donovan grin. Placing a large hand on Oliver’s chest, he pushed the witch back into his chair. Donovan reached up and tugged the tie holding Oliver’s hair back, allowing his long blond hair to come loose from his mun and spill over his shoulders. Oliver’s eyes went wide at the sight of Donovan’s hand. The nails had lengthened and darkened into claws.
Donovan grinned at his mate’s surprise. Slipping his finger into the opening of Oliver’s shorts, his razor sharp claw cut the fabric asunder. In one swift movement, he sliced open the left side of Oliver’s shorts, then did the same with the other side and nudged Oliver to lift his ass. Obeying, the young witch was divested of his shorts and sat there in his bright yellow briefs. His cock strained the fabric, and his precum stained the fabric darker yellow.
The whimper above him made his wolf howl, wanting to dominate and take the witch. Reining in the raw sexual desire emanating from his core, Donovan’s tongue snaked out and lapped at the darkened spot. Salty goodness assailed his supersensitive tongue, and deep down he knew he would never tire of the taste of his mate. Growling as he mouthed the thick shaft through the fabric, he felt Oliver’s body twitch as the man moaned deeply. Lifting his right index finger, he cut the briefs free on both sides. A deep red shaft popped out of its confines, and Donovan groaned appreciatively at the sight. Pulling off the last vestiges of fabric, Donovan got a good look at his mate.
Naked from the waist down, Oliver Blackthorne was smooth as glass. Not a hair one. His large pink balls lolled lazily in their sack, and his cock lay against his stomach. Oh, and the smell! Oliver smelled of musk and peaches, making saliva pool in his mouth. His tongue shot out and lapped at the smooth orbs, and Oliver cried out in pleasure above him. Donovan sucked each one in his mouth, rolling the firm sphere, careful of his canines that had dropped as he undressed his mate. Oliver gurgled happily above him. Letting go, his tongue worked down the seam of the sack to the spot just behind Oliver’s nuts. Sucking the skin, he tasted the flesh he had been dying to sample since he first met his mate. He craved more, and he grabbed Oliver’s legs, yanking him forward until the most intimate spot was revealed to him. Blushed pink, the star-like opening spasmed at the warm air Donovan blew over it.
An ass man to the core, Donovan licked a lazy trail down from Oliver’s balls to the quivering pucker. His blood boiled in his veins as sweat coated his body. Donovan speared his tongue and flicked Oliver’s hole, then went wild, sucking, licking and eating Oliver’s ass. Above him, his mate groaned and cried out as he worked his ass over.
Pulling back, Donovan spat on the pink flesh and sucked a finger wet. Slowly, he pressed his clawed finger forward, willing the claw blunt, so as not to hurt his mate. The opening pulsated as the muscles held tight. Relentless, he pushed harder until Oliver opened, and he slid his middle finger deep into his mate’s willing body. Oliver shouted out a stream of obscenities, and Donovan twisted his finger and massaged the soft bulge of Oliver’s prostate. The wolf shifter chuckled and licked his way back up to the pulsing shaft. Sliding his tongue up his mate’s cock, he took the cut head into his mouth and suckled it. Precum splashed his tongue, and he moaned at the enticing flavor.
Pushing his m
outh down, he swallowed Oliver’s ridged cock to the base, and the smell of arousal intensified a thousand fold. He sawed his finger in and out of Oliver’s body, fucking him with it. His lover was already close—very close and he was finally going to taste him. Lifting off the cock in his mouth, he plunged down again and worked the shaft with his agile tongue.
“Donovan… I’m gonna come. Oh fuck, I’m gonna come!” Oliver yelled, and Donovan hummed his approval. The muscles around his finger tightened, and Oliver’s balls drew up. Crying out, his mate humped up into his mouth and came. Donovan sucked and sucked, drawing out each blast. Rich and thick, Oliver’s cum coated his mouth and tongue, and Donovan relished the taste, swishing it around his mouth. His own body was humming with desire, and he was near to exploding himself. Spent, his mate collapsed back on the chair. Gently, he removed his finger and his mouth and staggered to his feet. Tearing his shorts open, he fisted his cock and pulled the foreskin back. The head was deep red and the slit moist.
The first shot hit Oliver in the face and woke him from his torpor. Oliver flung himself forward and swallowed Donovan’s convulsing prick to his short hairs. Howling, Donovan emptied his balls into the warm wetness of his mate’s mouth. His climax seemed to go on forever. His balls ached, and the head of his cock became overly sensitive. Shuddering, he pulled back, his cock popping from Oliver’s mouth obscenely. Oliver’s plump, reddened lips were hanging open and a dollop of his cum clung to his lower lip. Snarling, Donovan hauled Oliver up, sucked his own cum off those pouty lips, and kissed him hungrily. His mate melted against him, and the two kissed wetly and noisily.
Letting go of Oliver’s mouth, Donovan rested his forehead against the sweaty locks of blonde hair on Oliver’s forehead.
More….
Donovan reared back and stared into blue-green eyes. He had heard Oliver’s voice in his head. What the fuck?
“It’s part of bonding with a witch. The closer we become, the more you will hear my thoughts and I, yours,” his mate explained.
“I-I—”
“Don’t freak out… please. I can only hear your thoughts when you want me to. I’m not eavesdropping. In the beginning, control is clumsy. It becomes second nature over time and with practice.”
“I don’t know about this.”
His brows knitted together and Oliver pushed away from him. “Why not? You can tell what I’m feeling by my smell! That’s normal for you, and this is normal for me. It’s a joining of souls for a witch. Always touching, even when not being touched. The bondmate is the other half of our souls. If you die before me, I’d follow not long after.” Oliver’s face fell. “I can see by your face you don’t want this.” Oliver lowered his eyes. “If you won’t continue with the bonding, we can’t touch each other ever again. It only cements our bonding.”
“Why wouldn’t I want to continue? Cut me some slack, Oliver! This doesn’t happen with wolves. I wasn’t expecting it. It surprised me, is all.” Donovan’s heated retort made Oliver blanch.
“I should have told you.”
“Ya think?” Donovan didn’t mean to sound so sarcastic. The sensation of Oliver’s presence was still with him, weaker than moments ago but tenuous, touching the periphery of his senses. “I’m sorry. This is new to me. But get one thing through that pretty little head of yours. You’re my mate. My one and only. Witch, human, shifter, it doesn’t matter. Fate saw fit to bring us together. Who am I to disagree with fate?” Ducking down, he kissed Oliver softly. “I want more, too.”
Oliver’s eyes sought his, and Donovan’s wolf howled deep at the look of desire in his mate’s eyes. The kiss was frantic, animalistic and oh, so right.
*
Nibbling the lightly tanned shoulder to his right, Donovan took another cleansing breath, slowing his breathing. Oliver and he had spent the last hour tasting, sucking, and kissing. He delighted in the fact that Oliver loved having his nipples nibbled and sucked because the same was true for him. His nipples were connected to his cock, and he came once just from Oliver working over his tits. Three orgasms later, they lay spent, naked, and drenched in sweat on the floor of the second floor parlor. Donovan sniffed deeply and growled appreciatively. His scent was mixing with Oliver’s. The mating was deepening from both sides. Oliver’s presence in his mind was also increasing. At first he thought it would bother him, having someone in his mind.
“I wondered what these felt like.” Amazing how small Oliver’s voice got. He was twiddling with one of Donovan’s dreadlocks, twisting the strand between two fingers.
“I’m kind of a freak about my dreads. I keep them scrupulously clean.” He tongue flattened, and he licked up the cooling sweat from Oliver’s shoulder.
Oliver lifted one to his nose and inhaled. “Smells like spice.”
“It’s the oil I use to keep them supple. They tend to dry out.” Why are we talking about my hair?
“Because I think your hair is so freaking sexy.” Oliver must have felt him stiffen. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to listen to your thoughts.”
“It’s okay. I’m getting used to it.”
Oliver curled to his side and raised his right leg until it bumped Donovan’s sex. Reaching down, his mate fondled his cock. Oliver smiled lazily. “I’ve never played with an uncut cock.”
“And?”
“The extra skin is fun to suck on. I love how sensitive your cock head is and how smooth it feels.” His fingers drifted up the happy trail from his curls to his navel. “For some reason, I thought you’d be hairier.”
“Common misconception. Some wolf shifters are furry, and others are smooth. We have the whole gamut of body hair. Me, I have hair only on my head, pits, happy trail, and butt. I shave my nuts because I like the feel of them smooth.” He kissed Oliver’s jaw and asked. “You’re hairless. I’ve seen your brothers, and they have body hair. So what gives?”
“I was so worried about being hairy like my dad. I remembered how hairy he was, and I didn’t want to be furry. When I was fifteen, I found a potion that banished body hair. It was like Neet, only painless, scentless, and magical. Well, being a dumbass, I didn’t like the fact the hair would grow back in a few weeks, so I tweaked the potion. By the way, never mess with an established potion. I amped up its strength and slathered it over my whole body except my head. I was in my bathroom, naked as the day I was born, and I didn’t tell anyone what I was doing. Big mistake. Holy fuckballs, did it burn! I ran screaming into the shower, trying to wash it off. My aunts heard my screams and came running, finding me naked, blistered, and in a whole lot of pain. The potion caused second-degree burns wherever I had applied it. Aunt Reeka treated my burns, but the damage was done. I’d never grow another follicle again. I had destroyed all of them on my body.”
“I have to ask,” Donovan held back his smirk, and he was glad he did. “What did your brothers say when they found out?”
“Those fuckers! They called me Angry Balls, or Hairless Pussy or Bare Naked Butt Boy for years.”
“Angry Balls?” The snort of laughter came out, and Donovan didn’t try to stop it. Oliver poked him in the side.
“Don’t laugh. The skin on my balls is very sensitive. After the burn, my balls were…kind of darker red than the rest of me. William caught me changing one day by our pool and saw them. He said they looked mad and nicknamed me Angry Balls. Of course Duncan thought it was so hilarious and followed suit.” Oliver flopped back in his arms. “They’re such douchebags sometimes.”
“But you love ’em.”
“Yeah, I do.” Oliver’s finger slid under Donovan’s foreskin, and he shuddered. “Hecate, you’re hot. I’ve jerked off a least a dozen times since I first met you.”
“I know.”
“How?” Oliver stopped what he was doing. “Damn that nose of yours!”
“I smelled each and every drop of cum on you. Drove me nuts. I flogged my cock so much I thought I’d yank it off.”
“How about instead, you let me take care of it.” Oliver pinched
his nipple, and, despite four climaxes, Donovan’s cock plumped. “I have to ask. From my side, our bonding is deepening. What do we have to do for our mating to be secure for you?”
“Well, I have to fuck my cock up that glorious ass of yours, come deep inside you, and at the moment of climax, bite your shoulder right about here, drawing blood.” Donovan fingers splayed over the spot between Oliver’s neck and shoulder.
“Excuse me? You have to bite me?”
“Yup, it’s a claiming bite. My saliva mixes with your blood, and it mate-binds us. From that point on, any shifter will scent that you belong to me, and I, you.” Donovan saw a tinge of fear in Oliver’s eyes and hurried to assuage him.
“Does it hurt?”
Donovan couldn’t lie if he tried. “Yes, but in the best possible way. When you’re ready, we’ll seal our bond.” His hand cupped Oliver’s face as he kissed him again. Never would Donovan get tired of those lips. “Are we bound from your side?”
“Ehhh…almost. There is one more thing. The final act.” Oliver nibbled at Donovan’s lower lip, making it very hard to listen to him.
“What’s that?”
“The bonding spell. We don’t need to do it and just let our bonding cement over months or years. The bonding spell would only accelerate process.”
“Do you want to do it?”
“It’s up to you,” Oliver sighed and snuggled close. “I already know I’m yours.”
“And I’m yours. So do your witchy thing. Seal the deal from your end, and tomorrow night we’ll seal the deal from mine.”
“Why tomorrow?”
Donovan chuckled. “Baby, I have to rest. I plan on riding you so hard and so deep that when I claim you, you’ll see stars. I won’t do it half-assed.”