Broken Pieces

by Deja Black

  In the shower, there were sweet touches, kisses, and moans of pleasure. Peter wanted more, would have pressed for more, but Remi held him around the waist, his grasp tightening. He whispered sweet words to him as he kissed his temple, swatted one of his butt cheeks and reached out to grab a towel.

  There were two towels, though, both warm. Caleb’s doing, he would guess. Peter scented him in the room earlier while he and Remi were together.

  Both of them headed back into the bedroom. There were fresh sheets on the bed and a bowl of fruit with tender slices of meat on a tray. A glass of root beer sat alongside the plates. Another, when Peter sniffed, held fruit juice. There would be electrolytes included to help Remi quickly get his libido up again and adjust to the changes taking him over.

  Everyone on the other side of that door knew what needed to happen here. Remi was the only one that needed to be brought up to speed. But, from the way Remi was still holding it together, treating all of this calmly, maybe they were more than halfway there.

  * * * *

  “Come on, amour, love, and lie down with me. Eat this meal someone brought here and then we can take the next step, right? That’s what you’re needing, isn’t it? Something more from me.” He kissed Peter, his lips trailing over his lips, down his neck. “I’m all in, or want you all in. Either way, I want all of you.”

  There was a huff on the other side of the door.

  Together they shouted, “Go away, Caleb.” The muffled laughter as Caleb moved away made both of them laugh. Remi reached over to the dish, popped one of the grapes away from a cluster and chewed it.

  “Delicious.” He looked at Peter who watched him chew and swallow, his eyes tracking him. There was a hint of blue there again. “Uh, uh, uh, beasty. Pull him back, Cher. We need to talk before your alter ego gets here and throws me against the wall. Hot as hell, yes, but talk first.”

  Peter looked down and then up again, the blue dimmer and the green swirling in. “You. Just a word from you, and I feel calmer. Myself.”

  “Mon Cher, my dear, Beasty is you. I wasn’t lying earlier. I want all of you, including him.” Remi kissed his lover again.

  These weren’t just words here, and Remi needed Peter to understand he meant them.

  “How can you just accept this... accept me?”

  “The stories I could tell you.” Remi kissed him again. “There were signs, and I’m from a place where beautiful creatures like you, don’t just live in fairy tales.”

  “What makes you different than any other human?

  “Cher, I’m from Louisiana, and my grandmother was the mambo, the voodoo priestess of my parish.” When Peter said nothing, Remi went on. “There are clandestine religions, practices here in the US, some that date back centuries, others that crossed over here from other cultures.

  “My family and most of our parish came from West Africa. Though my parents left the traditions behind, my grandmother didn’t. When she came to visit, so did her stories of creatures who have lived eons.

  “Whether or not her children would heed her lessons, she continued to teach those who kept close ties with the gods and goddesses. When she saw how sensitive I was to the supernatural, she thought she would train me. She tried, but I lacked the patience needed. Patience is not my strong-point.” Peter laughed, and Remi kissed him.

  “That didn’t stop her from pointing out the creatures in the shadows or from making sure I understood the tenants that would help me survive.” Remi smiled at Peter. “Seems like she was right, that I would have a future that would need it. So, why don’t you tell me what you need to, and if I have questions, I’ll throw one or three in there. Repons lan se wi, the answer is yes.”

  “Yes, to whatever you need, Remi Devereaux. I’m just so glad to have you still here with me.”

  “We need to talk and soon before your beast isn’t the only one that can’t wait,” Remi said rubbing his cock against Peter’s. Peter’s sigh of pleasure made Remi laugh.

  Remi picked up a piece of meat and popped it into Peter’s waiting mouth. “There, meat for you, I believe.”

  Peter chewed. The meat was fresh, and yes, highly desired. His Supruga anticipated his demands, cared for him. “I need you.”

  “Yes, you do.”

  Peter smiled.

  “And, what do you need from me?”

  “Right now, for you to open to me.” The growl returned along with more kisses over his skin, nibbles that shot zigzags of pleasure to his cock. His hands were interlaced with fingers stretching him, holding him down. Remi’s head fell back and gasped when teeth bit into his neck while he craned for more. “I need you to feed me, to feed from me.”

  Remi groaned, the onslaught of pleasure-pain incredible as Peter climbed over him, moved his leg between Remi’s and spread him open.

  “Oh, Peter. You make me... Damn, baby.”

  “Whole. Remi, I need you to make me whole.”

  “We. Oh, God.” Peter splayed him open. Remi’s muscles were taut and eager for his lover’s touch. As his mouth traveled the length of Remi’s breastbone, moving to sample one nipple, then the other, Remi rocked against him.

  Peter parted his legs further, the strength in him deflecting any stirring he made to take over. Remi was forced to submit, and he would be lying if he didn’t seriously ache for this, for Peter to command him.

  If anything, his dick grew harder, engorged as Peter rubbed his cock against him, stimulating him and making him crazy. “Aww, shit, ma douce bête, my sweet beast.”

  They were supposed to be talking. Facts he had to know, but he couldn’t think. He was under Peter’s spell.

  Remi moaned and writhed. When Peter released his arms, he made to move them, to do some touching of his own.

  “Put your arms back where I had them,” Peter rumbled. Remi didn’t hesitate, doing what his lover said immediately. “I know you want to talk. And, we will. I promise, but right now I can’t. What happened earlier? It was just a hint of what we’re going to be like together. All those questions you have right now have to wait.”

  Peter made it to his ribs, sucking on the skin there, marking each divide in the corded muscles. The sound Remi made was guttural and needy. Peter’s tongue tracing down his abdomen, licking in the crevices of his pelvis, nipping and bruising made him cry out. He barely held out against screaming through the roof however high it might be in this castle of a home.

  Peter was taking him to a new level, and he was enjoying the ride. He’d had lovers before, all of them women and none of them made him feel the way Peter did. Was it because Peter was a man, knew what a man should feel, what to do to make him go out of his mind? Remi believed it was so much more than that.

  They were connected, drawn together from the very first moment, and he could only do what Peter asked.

  “You sound so wanton, love. The way you move beneath me, begging for me with your sounds. Thoughts of you make me cum when I lie in bed, stroking myself, wishing to be inside you,” Peter murmured.

  Remi blanched at that. Another guy’s dick up his ass? He’d seen what Peter was packing, had barely held his girth between his lips. For a man on the smaller, slimmer size, that hefty weight more than made up for it.

  To have that pushing into him? He didn’t know, but then Peter stretched his legs out further.

  “What are you—Oh. Oh. Fuck. Fuck! Peter!” Peter’s tongue was in his ass, stretching him. It was a weird feeling, that wet muscle pressing against his hole seeking its way in. He understood why Peter went crazy when he’d done it to him earlier.

  Then, Peter pressed his whole mouth there, nipping and sucking, and Remi’s eyes rolled to the back of his head. “Shit, ugh. I’ve never had... someone do that.”

  Peter laughed and continued to slide his tongue around and in. Each time going farther and farther, but never far enough. The next couple of swipes, Remi didn’t need Peter’s strong hands pushing his legs further apart. No, he dug his hee
ls into the mattress lifting himself and angled his ass so Peter could get a better reach inside.

  Peter rose and looked up, a quirk to his wet lips. “You like that, beautiful? You’re going to love this.” On his knees now, he took one hand and wrapped it firmly around Remi’s dick.

  “More, love?” At Remi’s shaky nod, Peter took his other hand and eased it between Remi’s legs. “Keep in mind, darling, you were a puddle of goo with my tongue all over that ass of yours. Now, this may feel strange at first, but you’re going to enjoy it too, okay?”

  Peter’s finger slid over Remi’s crack, tracking its way down his taint slowly until it was at the rim of Remi’s opening. Slowly, Peter eased that finger in. Remi’s hiss was soft as Peter moved that finger around, pressing and searching.

  “More. I need.”

  “You’re so very beautiful when you plead, Remi.” Bending, Peter lowered his mouth to Remi’s dick taking in the glans, playing his tongue against it and sliding over and down. Simultaneously, he pushed that finger up to the second joint inside Remi who rocked against it, mewling. He was losing it. The combined sensations had him moving to get more of Peter’s mouth and grinding down on that finger in his ass.

  Then, a second finger joined the first. There was a burn, stretching. Remi would have paused to take it all in, not sure if he wanted more or wanted to get away, but Peter’s mouth kept sucking him, harder and harder, his cheeks hollowing out to create the perfect suction.

  Remi just kept lifting and falling, his ass making room for the digits inside, his dick seeking more of Peter’s wet heat. The humming that Peter was doing was too much and would have taken him over the edge if there weren’t suddenly three fingers in now vying for space.

  “Peter, shit. So much baby. It’s. Ah, shit. Oh, right there. Fuck, baby. Fuck.” Peter hit him somewhere that sent sparks off in his brain and made him vibrate like the string on a fiddle playing Zydeco. “Oh. Do that again, Cher. Oh.”

  Peter opened his mouth around Remi’s dick and said, “You like that? Want me to do it again.” It was a statement, not a question.

  “If you don’t, I might just break something trying to do it myself, honey.” Peter hit it again, and Remi swore he blacked out. He was working himself into Peter’s mouth, his ass rotating, that boy’s fingers so sweet this orgasm was going to send him off in orbit. Then the rocket ship halted.

  “Reach inside the drawer next to you, sweetheart,” Peter purred as he lightly ran his fingers along Remi’s thighs, torturing him.

  “But.”

  “The drawer, lover. Do what I ask, and we’ll get this ball rolling, okay?”

  Remi groaned at the loss. His ass felt empty with Peter’s fingers absent, but apparently, nothing was happening if he didn’t get in the drawer. So, in he went.

  His hand covered the bottle, smooth and round. Turning it over, he saw that it was something that would ease the way.

  “Pass it to me, beautiful, then lay down again for me. Let me finish getting you ready.”

  “So, we’re going to do this?” Remi heard the nervousness in his own voice.

  “Oh, we’re doing this, and it will be amazing.” Peter bent to kiss him on his cheek then went back to preparing himself.

  Remi took a shuddering breath. Fingers were one thing, but a whole dick especially one as big as Peter’s?

  “Don’t tense up on me now. Relax, breathe. Let me in. I want to show you how spectacular we can be together. Again and again.” Peter’s smile was mischievous.

  Not just tonight? Peter had plans, and Remi was excited to be on the menu. He lay back down, eyes on the ceiling. “You want some help with that?”

  “No, I have it. Next time.”

  “Next time? Okay. Whew!” Cold and wet. Peter dripped the liquid over his hole, slid his fingers inside, and worked that coolness in some more. The next thing Remi felt was the round head of Peter’s dick pressing against his hole.

  “Look at me, Remi,” Peter grunted. “I want you to see me take you, know it’s me knocking down your walls.” Peter sighed as he moved in further, making Remi’s ass home.

  Remi’s mouth opened, his breathing harsh, as his body swallowed Peter’s cock.

  “Oh, baby. So big. So much.”

  The sounds Peter made were less human now, more animal. Remi was too focused on making room for the satin covered bar pushing inside of him to look anywhere, but he felt the hairs lengthen as his hands gripped Peter’s arms. He felt the muscles grow dense and increase in size in seconds as Peter continued to enter him. Remi gasped as bands of energy pulled around him bringing him closer to Peter.

  “Ugh,” Remi groaned. Peter didn’t stop though. If anything, he moved his hips in one big thrust.

  When Remi didn’t think he could take it, take what was hopefully the end of Peter’s monster cock, Peter roared, “All. Of. Me.” and forced the last of his dick into his hole.

  “Argh,” Remi screamed. Peter’s dick was in his ass like it was trying to reach his heartbeat. Breathing was difficult, he was so full. His eyes were still closed while Peter waited. When Peter didn’t move, he opened them.

  Chapter Twenty-six

  Peter looked down into his mate’s face. Remi was beautiful. Mine. He lay there in all of his muscled glory with Peter’s dick settled inside him, and Peter couldn’t wait to possess him, claim him. He didn’t just want this. He needed this, and he needed Remi to know it.

  “I’ve never wanted anything like I want you, Remi. So close to perfection.” Peter gazed down into the depths of Remi’s soul and saw the answering call. Remi needed him, too.

  Peter pressed forward, but Remi tried to back away.

  “No, Remi. Trust me.” Peter’s wolf came through to arrest his mate’s movements, to encourage his submission.

  Peter felt bigger as he bent over his Remi, watched as his lover’s breath quickened from having all of Peter inside him.

  Remi gasped.

  Peter was home.

  The nelapsi’s awareness was on the outer edges of Peter’s consciousness waiting for his turn. He would allow the wolf to take their mate its way, fill Remi’s hole full of their seed.

  Then, he would claim Remi by blood, drinking his fill and finally be sated.

  And then they would be complete.

  Remi’s eyes fluttered open again. “Cher, so much, baby.”

  Peter growled, loving the way Remi’s brown eyes took him in, stretching as he glanced from his face to his arms, his chest and back again. Peter’s dick had jumped in response to his mate’s call.

  “Ah, beasty? You’re back. Oh, I felt that. Okay, so I can take it, amour. Go ahead.”

  It was all they’d waiting for, the okay from their mate to go on. Peter pulled back, his cock sliding along the contours of Remi’s ass. So tight, it wrapped around his dick like a vice. The pleasure was unbelievable as he pulled his dick all the way out only to shove himself all the way in once more, hard and fast.

  “Ugh. Fuck. Peter. Peter. Fuck.” Remi chanted as Peter took him again and again, marking him inside and out. He fell on Remi, ground his lover’s hands into the pillows above his head as he thrust over and over, bottoming out. Remi’s cries of passion ricocheted against the walls of the room.

  “Mate. Mine.” Remi’s accompanying grunts were loud as Peter fucked him hard, the force shoving him back.

  “Peter, so much! So fucking full!” Peter knew when he hit that spot inside Remi when their mate’s eyes glazed over, a shocked sexual haze was covering his expression.

  “Oh, what the hell was that? Do that again, Peter! Fuck yeah!” Remi’s mouth fell open, his face surprised at the sensations running through him. He sucked in loudly, repeated mantras of yes and fuck me falling from his lips driving Peter’s wolf on to seek his mate’s pleasure.

  “There, Remi?” Peter rumbled as Remi writhed beneath him.

  “Oh, yeah, beasty!” At Remi’s cry, Peter sank further inside, his dic
k a bucket and Remi the well of pleasure he would continue to pull from. They were both wet with sweat from the exertion. Remi tried to move, his fingers flexing, but Peter wouldn’t let him. His grasp was steel, and Remi struggled to touch him.

  “Peter, baby. Let me touch you. Please, let me touch you,” Remi begged.

  Peter released one wrist, reveled in Remi’s fingers touching and gripping him, towing him closer. “Argh.” It was all he needed, that graze over his flesh to let him know that Remi needed this as much as he did.

  Peter’s roar was magnificent, torn from his lungs as he felt the rush of his seed spray inside of Remi, coating him. As his orgasm continued to pour into his lover, Remi’s own barreled through his senses.

  He shook, Remi’s ass squeezing his dick as it still pulsed away within. His breath was a rush of gasps, in and out, his chest rising and falling.

  “Oh, God. Just... damn, baby. My beasty.”

  Peter’s nelapsi was quiet while Remi spoke, waiting. The wolf had made his claim, their mate filled with their seed, their essence now a part of the man they would keep forever. But now, it was his turn as the nelapsi moved to the forefront of Peter’s consciousness taking in their mate. He watched in calculated anticipation as Remi lay beneath him, his gift, veins swimming with blood ready for the taking, an offering to him. Remi’s eyes opened, the emotions there shining from their depths, their mate’s need for them.

  “What’s wrong, Peter,” Remi questioned, his expression unsure, an eyebrow lifted.

  The human was strong and a pleasure to hold. He would be an honor to them all. A champion, an equal, and their bond.

  It was a long wait, the search hard, as Peter wasted his seed on men not worthy of them. But, this one. This one, whose energy called to them all was perfect.

  Peter was quiet, his presence in mind only. “They have had their turn, mate.”

  “Peter?”

  “The Peter you know is here, a part of our conscience.” The nelapsi dipped his head, licking his tongue along Remi’s throat, tasting the salty sweat. He stretched forth his power, tendrils of electricity gathering over and around Remi’s body binding them together.