Grizzly Survival_A Paranormal Shifter M/M Romance

by Becca Jameson

  “Saving that for my ass, aren’t you?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Gavin felt the smile against his neck. “I’ve never been in love before either,” he whispered. “I thought I was, but it was nothing like this. And I’m honored to have you be the first and only man who gets to enter me.”

  Gavin closed his eyes and gripped his cock tighter.

  Dale slowly stood, his hands on Gavin’s waist to help him to his feet also. He nestled himself at Gavin’s back and wrapped his arms around him from behind. His chin rested on Gavin’s shoulder when he spoke again. “Where do you want me, baby?”

  Oh. He was going to let Gavin choose?

  “I want it to be good for you. I know you’ve thought about it. Pictured it. What position were we in?”

  Gavin swallowed, gathering strength to ask for what he wanted. “You on your back on the bed? Legs open for me?”

  Dale gave him a tight squeeze. “Got it.” He released his lover and climbed onto the bed.

  Gavin watched Dale’s face closely to read him. Dale didn’t look concerned or nervous. That was a good sign. He even lifted his knees and let them fall open wide. His impressive cock was still fully erect. Or it was again.

  Gavin reached for the lube Dale had left on the bedside table and poured a generous amount onto his fingers. He closed the top and set it next to Dale’s knee in case he needed more. And then he climbed between his lover’s legs and lowered his hand toward the tight hole calling to him.

  Dale shivered slightly at the first contact. “Cold,” he muttered.

  Gavin smiled, keeping his gaze on his partner’s cock, his balls, the puckered hole he was about to penetrate. He followed his instinct, imitating the actions he liked Dale to perform to prepare him. He circled the entrance several times and then pressed one finger against the ring of muscle. He pursed his lips, forcing himself to encourage Dale with actions instead of words. He didn’t want to appear to be topping his Dom.

  As luck would have it, Dale took over, instructing Gavin in whispered breaths. “Go ahead, baby. One finger first. I’ll try to relax.”

  Gavin eased his middle finger into Dale, reaching with his other hand to once again grip his cock so he wouldn’t come. As he pushed his finger in as deep as he could, he lifted his gaze to find Dale smiling. “It’s heady knowing how badly you want to fuck me. Even if I don’t enjoy it, I would do it again just to see that look on your face and to please you.”

  Gavin nodded, unable to find the words to respond.

  Dale grabbed Gavin’s wrist at his opening. “I’m not fragile. You’re fine. Add another finger.”

  Gavin let his ring finger slide in with his middle finger, stretching. Dale was so damn tight that he worried he wouldn’t be able to fully enter him before he came. It was a legitimate fear.

  Several thrusts later Dale sighed, relaxed into the mattress, grabbed his thighs with both hands, and pressed them open wider. “That feels amazing.”

  Thank God.

  “Every time you hit my prostate…” His words trailed off, and Gavin curved his fingers to ensure he hit just the right place with every thrust.

  Dale’s sigh became a moan. “I can’t believe this, but I think I might come again. Add a third, baby, but quickly. Need you inside me.”

  Gavin complied, his pointer joining the other fingers to stretch his partner wider. It was going to be so tight no matter what.

  “Now, Gavin. Baby, now.”

  Gavin pulled his fingers free and held his cock at the puckered entrance. He watched closely as he slid the tip of his dick over the hole. He’d never wanted anything this badly before. And he wanted to savor this moment to remember it forever.

  In his heart, he knew everything between them would change after this. It was almost more poignant than Gavin becoming a shifter. This was Dale’s way of fully giving himself to his partner. That fact did not escape Gavin’s attention.

  Dale moaned. “Now, baby. Do it.”

  Gavin gritted his teeth, willing his dick to stand down enough to hang on for the ride, and then he pushed forward. So tight. So fucking tight. This was not going to be like a handjob or even a blowjob. Inch by inch, he entered until he was fully seated. Sweat had built on his forehead, and a drop ran down to slide into his eye.

  Dale was holding his breath, not speaking or communicating anything yet.

  “Sir?”

  Finally, he exhaled and reached for Gavin’s chin, looking him in the eye. “So fucking good. Do it again.”

  Gavin grabbed Dale’s knees and pulled almost out before thrusting forward much harder this time. An incoherent sound left his mouth. He was not going to be able to hold back.

  “Not yet, baby. Hold on to the need. I want you to fuck me first.” Dale released Gavin’s chin to wrap his hand around his own cock and slide it up and down the shaft. He moaned.

  The sound of Dale’s pleasure caused a slow burn to grow in Gavin’s belly. He held his breath as he fucked harder, faster, deeper, willing himself not to come yet. He wanted this to last, and he wanted Dale to come with him.

  Another thought wormed its way into his mind. The binding. He’d never understood what it might feel like. The desire. The urge to…bite someone. It rose to the surface. It dug its claws into Gavin from the inside. It shocked him, making him gasp and lick his lips.

  “Not this time, baby.” Dale’s words reached into his mind. “Not tonight.”

  Gavin was startled by his lover’s interruption of his thoughts. He needed to learn to block better, or he would spend his life as an open book. The distraction temporarily kept him from coming though.

  He watched as Dale tipped his head back, his neck elongating, his mouth falling open. “I’m gonna come. Come with me.”

  Gavin thrust again, releasing his breath as he finally let go. He buried himself as deep as possible and came harder than he’d ever come before, a scream of pleasure filling the room.

  Dale’s warm come jutted out in stream after stream, landing on his belly while Gavin watched through the haze of pleasure. Time stopped while Gavin soaked in this perfect moment. When he finally eased out, Dale was watching him. He held his gaze while he reached for the box of tissues on the bedside table and tugged several out to wipe his belly and then his thighs.

  Without a word, he pulled Gavin down from his knees. He nestled Gavin on his side so that Dale spooned him from behind, holding him so close Gavin almost couldn’t breathe.

  Dale’s mouth teased his ear. “I love you.”

  Gavin licked his dry lips, still a little shell-shocked from the best sex ever. “I love you too.” He swallowed and asked the nagging question that wouldn’t let go. “Why haven’t you bound us together?”

  “Mmm. I haven’t even touched you for a while, baby.”

  “Yeah. I didn’t like that by the way. Don’t do it again.”

  Dale chuckled, the vibrations shaking Gavin’s entire body. “I promise, bossy.”

  “Sir…”

  Another laugh. “Little late to take that on, don’t you think?”

  “What I think is that you’re avoiding the question. Sir.”

  “Snarky and bossy.” Dale smoothed his hand down Gavin’s belly and wiggled it between them until he flattened it on Gavin’s ass. “Just because you can shift now doesn’t mean I can’t spank your ass every now and then, sub.”

  Gavin clenched his ass, more of him wishing Dale would spank him again than not. He wanted to know how it would feel now that he was a shifter. Would it be different?

  Of course, Dale read his errant thoughts again. “There will be plenty of times in the next eighty years or so that I take you over my knee and make you beg me to let you come.” He squeezed Gavin’s cheek and then pulled his hand back out and set it on Gavin’s thigh.

  “Was it…good?” Gavin asked. “Would you do it again?”

  Dale’s lips teased Gavin’s shoulder. “It was better than good. It was amazing. And we will most definitely be doing it a
gain.”

  Gavin’s entire body warmed. “And why didn’t you bite me?”

  Dale sighed. For a long time, they lay there, saying nothing.

  Gavin recognized Dale’s need to think, and he let him. Something was eating at Dale. He had something to say, but Gavin held his tongue.

  Finally, Dale patted Gavin’s thigh and pushed himself to sitting. He scooted off the opposite side of the bed and left the room.

  Gavin didn’t know what to do or say or think. He was a little freaked out as he lifted his body and shuffled his butt back to sit and lean against the headboard. He even grabbed the sheet and covered his legs and cock. He didn’t usually hide himself from Dale, but the air was heavy with the weight of something he couldn’t put his finger on. He could scent Dale returning, the edge of nervousness and maybe fear coming from his partner.

  Dale held a tidy stack of papers in his hand. He climbed back onto the bed, setting them face down as he took a spot next to Gavin, their shoulders touching. He didn’t say a word while he picked up the papers. He held them upside down for several moments in his lap before slowly turning them over and handing them to Gavin.

  Gavin took them, but his gaze was on Dale. “Whatever this is, you don’t have to show me.”

  “I do.”

  “Does this have anything to do with why you haven’t bound us together?”

  “Yes.”

  “And you think it will make a difference?”

  He sighed. “I don’t know.” He shook his head. “No. I don’t.” His face was serious. “I think you will still bind to me, but I also think you will look at me differently. And I can’t conscientiously bind you to me for life while I keep this from you.”

  Gavin held his partner’s gaze. “I don’t care what’s on these papers.”

  “I know you don’t, but I do.” Dale smiled.

  “It won’t change anything.”

  “Yes, it will. It always does.”

  It always does? Others are aware of this?

  Again, his thoughts were not his own. “Some people know. Not many. My parents. The Arcadian Council. Wyatt. A few others.”

  “Ethan? Did he know?”

  Dale shook his head. “No.” He glanced down guiltily.

  Gavin didn’t want to look. He didn’t want anything to ruin this perfect morning.

  Finally, Dale lifted his hand, cupped Gavin’s face, and kissed him gently. “I haven’t killed anyone. I’m not dying of a disease. It’s not that bad. Just look.”

  Gavin lowered his face and lifted the sheets of paper. The first page said Standardized Intelligence Testing at the top. An IQ test? He scanned down the page, pausing when he saw the number at the bottom. Holy shit. He flipped to the next page. Mensa Approved Intelligence Test was typed across the top.

  The next page held test scores for college admittance. The next was his high school transcript. The next was his college transcript. And on and on. Several more awards and documents that told the story of one very intelligent human being.

  Gavin lowered the stack to his lap and lifted his gaze. “So, you’re saying you’re smart.”

  Dale gave a sharp chuckle and shrugged. “That’s what they tell me.”

  “This is why the Arcadian Council needs you so badly.”

  “I’ve been told that also.” He kept his gaze on his lap as if he were embarrassed.

  Gavin tossed the papers aside and spun to straddle Dale’s lap. Their cocks lined up next to each other as Gavin took Dale’s face in his hands and forced him to look at him. “I’m about to bind for life to a genius.”

  A slow smile spread across Dale’s face. “If you don’t mind.” It was the humblest thing Dale had ever said, like a request. He licked his lips. “It seemed wrong to keep that from you if we’re going to bind.”

  “You scared the hell out of me, making me think you were dying or had some giant debt or something.”

  Dale laughed now, his body loosening up. “I told you I wasn’t dying, and I should probably show you my financial portfolio too.”

  Gavin lifted a brow.

  “The council pays me well.”

  “You haven’t even been working for them for more than a few weeks.”

  “But I worked for them for several years before I quit.” He shrugged. “I don’t need much money. I just banked it.”

  “So I’m binding myself to a rich guy who’s smart? My own personal sugar daddy?” he teased.

  Dale cupped his ass and pinched both cheeks. “If you ever call me that again, I’ll whip you until you can’t sit.”

  “A sugar daddy?” He couldn’t resist the urge to say it again. Bring it on…

  One second Gavin was straddling his lover’s lap, the next second he was on his belly over Dale’s thighs, his ass in the air. He braced himself with both hands against the mattress, his cock going from its semi-erect state to full-on rock hard in an instant.

  Dale flattened his palm on Gavin’s ass. “The scent of your arousal when I’m about to punish you is intoxicating.” Without hesitation, he lifted his hand and slapped Gavin’s cheek hard. He did the same to the other cheek right afterward.

  Gavin moaned, pursing his lips and pressing his forehead into the bed.

  “Fuck. You’re so sexy.” Dale swatted him several more times. “I would ask if you were okay like I did last time I spanked you, but this time I can read your lascivious thoughts as well as smell your damn arousal.” Another hard spank, lower, at the juncture of Gavin’s thighs and his butt.

  He was going to come. There was no way to stop it.

  Except there was one way.

  Dale stopped spanking him. He grabbed him by the waist, flipped him over, and hauled him onto his lap sideways.

  Gavin’s dick throbbed with need. His ass stung where it rubbed against the hair on Dale’s thighs. He started to reach for his cock to circle it in his fist, but Dale grabbed his wrist and held it away from his body.

  Gavin considered fighting against his lover, but his body was so overwhelmed with the need to come he couldn’t focus.

  “Look at me,” Dale demanded.

  Gavin blinked as he focused on Dale’s face.

  “Be mine.”

  Gavin stared.

  “Be mine. Say you’re mine. Tell me you want to be with me for the rest of our lives.”

  Gavin nodded. “God, yes. I want to be yours. I already am yours. Forever.”

  “I’m going to bite the soft spot at the base of your neck. It will sting for a second, but then my serum will run down my teeth into your bloodstream and they say you’ll feel an unimaginable euphoria.”

  “Do it.” He’d never wanted anything more. “Do it, Dale. Bind us.”

  “I want you to do it at the same time.”

  Gavin nodded. “I don’t want to hurt you.” He glanced at Dale’s neck, the desire to join so strong it was potent in the air. He suddenly realized instinct had taken over. He knew the exact amount of pressure to apply as if he were born to do this. He could also feel his own serum at the surface, fighting to be released.

  Dale licked his lips and lowered his face, releasing Gavin’s wrist.

  The moment Dale’s teeth brushed over Gavin’s skin, Gavin grabbed his lover’s shoulders and leaned closer. He was too consumed with what Dale was doing to bite him at the same time. Besides, the logistics of simultaneously binding made it not feasible.

  Dale dragged his teeth across the skin again, making Gavin moan. And then he punctured the skin so quickly Gavin didn’t have time to freak out. A second later, he felt the warm spread of the binding serum entering his body. He thought he might faint from the elation, but he didn’t want to miss out on this moment.

  And then Dale’s teeth released him, and he licked the spot.

  Gavin wasn’t sure if he wanted to fuck first or bite first. He chose the second, dropping his mouth to Dale’s neck before the wave of perfection had fully passed. He imitated Dale’s bite, letting his teeth sink in slowly and then the ser
um.

  If the first bite was earth-shattering, the second one stopped the world on its axis.

  The moment Gavin released his bite, Dale flipped him onto his back, nearly knocking the wind out of him. He met his gaze with crazed eyes that held the same urgency Gavin felt. Dale dropped his mouth to Gavin’s in a crushing, all-consuming kiss. They would have bruised lips when they were done.

  Dale’s hand found its way to their cocks, masturbating the two dicks in his single grip.

  The warmth and pressure was too much. Gavin couldn’t concentrate on the kiss because all his brain cells raced to the impending orgasm. Dale was more in control for some reason, continuing to nibble on Gavin’s slack lips while he pumped his fist up and down so fast there was no way to stop himself from coming.

  “Come with me, baby. Come for me. Love you so much.” This sounded in Gavin’s head. He wished he could return the words, but his brain wasn’t working any better than his motor skills. The entire world was all about his dick in Dale’s hand, coupled with his mate’s cock.

  And then he shattered, his come thrusting out in long, drawn-out, ribbons between them. He was also aware that he was not alone. Dale joined him at the same second.

  When the wave of lust subsided, Dale was panting, his forehead pressed against Gavin’s. Neither of them spoke. Dale ran his hand up and down Gavin’s torso while Gavin found enough motor skills to lift his fingers and stroke Dale’s biceps. “Now I see what all the hype is about.”

  Dale chuckled into his head. “You’re not kidding. I’m gonna need to do that again in about thirty seconds.”

  “Make it fifteen, and you’ve got a deal.” His cock was already coming back to life.

  “We’re not going to be able to leave this house for a week.”

  “I’m okay with that.” Gavin was still trying to catch his breath, loving the fact that shifters could share so much without moving their lips.

  Dale finally spoke out loud. “Let’s move to the shower for the next round before all this come glues us together.” He released Gavin’s dick and pushed onto his elbows. He didn’t make any motion to roll off the bed yet though. Instead, he stared down at Gavin’s face, his expression serious. “I’m the luckiest man alive.”