Believing in the Traitor

by Charlie Richards

“Well, anyway,” Raymond continued. “I thought badly of you,” he repeated. “Accused you of kidnapping my mate and by way of apology, I’ll make certain all the paperwork is in order for you to adopt your niece. You won’t have to worry.”

  Seeing Raymond’s nervous, tentative smile, Walter could only nod. “Thanks, Raymond. I appreciate that.”

  Chapter Twelve

  “Is Kimana finally down?”

  Treatise watched as Walter pushed away from the doorframe he leaned against and turned to face him. Fatigue etched across his mate’s lean features. Crossing to him, Treatise wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled him close.

  “Yeah,” Walter whispered. He turned his head and rested his cheek on Treatise’s chest. After letting out a sigh, he murmured, “I don’t know what I was thinking, taking her to see her mother.”

  “You were just trying to do the right thing,” Treatise responded. He trilled softly, hoping to soothe his unhappy lover. “There was no way for you to know that Ilial would start screaming about you being gay.”

  “The things she was willing to say in front of her daughter,” Walter grumbled. “I swear. Mother would never allow such things to be said in her house. I wanted to wash Ilial’s mouth out with soap.”

  Leading Walter away from the partially closed door, Treatise led his lover into their own bedroom. He wanted his mate... to hold him, to soothe him, and to touch him.

  After seeing the human shove Walter into the car the day before, he’d just managed to keep from hitting him hard enough to snap his neck. Instead, he’d done the right thing and just knocked him out. Vane, Matthew, Tobias, and Roland were still in Wyoming, tracking down the hunter’s hideout.

  Raymond and Marty had joined Treatise and Walter in locating Kimana. After introducing Walter as her uncle and giving her time to get to know him a little, he and his friends had packed the little girl’s stuff. They’d taken Kimana to see her mother, but that had been a disaster.

  After driving all night, swapping drivers to do so, they finally arrived home. Maelgwn had given him and Walter a larger suite of rooms, due to the addition in their family. It had taken most of the day to get settled in the new space.

  Kimana had needed constant supervision. Maelgwn’s mate had given her a bag of gummies, which had turned her into a bouncing, exploring terror. Fortunately, the little girl had taken learning about gargoyles and shifters remarkably well, so that was a blessing.

  Still, all the activity had made it extremely difficult to find any time alone together.

  Now, Treatise planned to take advantage.

  When Treatise stepped into the bedroom and locked the door behind them, he was unprepared for Walter’s aggression. His human grabbed his wings and spun him around, then pushed him toward the bed. Stumbling forward, he ended up catching his balance with his hands on the bed.

  Walter was behind him instantly. His right hand landed on his upper spine, directly between where his wings grew from his shoulder blades. Gripping his waist with the other hand, Walter teased the skin of his hip.

  “I am going to fuck you so hard, Treatise,” Walter growled. “I want in your ass so bad. Tell me I can have it.”

  Treatise shivered upon hearing the need in his mate’s voice. Never would he deny his lover, so he really didn’t even need to ask. He told him that, too.

  “You can have my ass any time you want it, Walter,” Treatise rumbled, peering over his shoulder at his human. “You are my sexy Indian and I am your gargoyle.”

  “Damn right you are,” Walter responded. “Stay there.”

  Walter lifted his hands from his body and pulled the stays on Treatise’s loincloth. He let it fall to the floor. Sliding his palms up the back of his thighs, then over the globes of his ass, he tickled the sensitive skin at the base of his tail.

  “So damn sexy,” Walter muttered, stepping away from him. “Love our differences.”

  Treatise turned his head and watched Walter walk to the nightstand. Pulling out the tube of lube, he stalked back toward him. Walter’s hungry smile caused Treatise’s arms to goose bump and his dick to swell to full mast.

  Walter tossed the lube on the bed, then stripped... way too damn slowly. He even folded his clothes and set them on a nearby chair. Treatise’s fingers itched to claw off the offending material and reveal his human’s sexy form. From the smug smile curving Walter’s lips, Treatise knew his mate knew exactly what he was doing to him, too.

  Finally, Walter stood beside him naked, showing off miles of lightly tanned skin. He had little body hair, similar to Treatise. The notable difference was the black curls cradling his long, slender erection.

  Treatise knew how that body felt rubbing against his own. Walter wrapped his long-fingered hand around the lube and popped the cap, but all Treatise could think about was the way those digits felt inside him and on him. He saw the way Walter’s straight hair slid over his shoulders and remembered how it felt trailing across his own hide.

  His cock ached and seeped at the memories. When Walter finally touched him, wrapping his left hand around his tail near where it connected to his ass, he groaned at the feel of the wave of tingles spreading up his spine. He trembled under his mate’s touch when he pressed a fingertip to his opening.

  “Yes, my mate,” Treatise urged, arching his body. “Please fuck me.”

  “Oh, I will,” Walter assured as he slid his finger deep inside Treatise’s body. “Gotta open you up first.” He twisted his finger in Treatise’s channel, then pegged his gland. “Think I’m gonna get you off like this, then make you shoot again by biting you. You think I could?”

  Treatise could barely form a thought in his head, let alone get his tongue to work. He remembered how it had felt when Walter had sank his teeth into his chest. The pain had been brief, nearly instantly replaced by the most intense bliss that had had him shooting in seconds.

  Walter pushed a second finger in beside the first. He pulled them nearly all the way out, then thrust them in again. Pegging his gland again, he growled out, “Well?”

  “Hell, yeah,” Treatise confirmed. “Love your bite. It’s so fucking awesome. Makes me shoot so damn hard.”

  “Bend over the bed, my gargoyle,” Walter ordered. “On your elbows. Spread your legs.”

  Treatise obeyed, lowering his weight to his forearms. Arching his back, he shifted his feet. Just as he lifted his right foot and began to slide it wider, Walter pegged his gland.

  Moaning, Treatise lost his balance and nearly his footing. His knees hit the side of the bed, catching him before he face-planted. More sparks shot through his rectum and he moaned wildly. He buried his face in the comforter, muffling the sound as his body tingled.

  “Let it go,” Walter urged. He tightened his hold on Treatise’s tail and stroked downward a few inches, released him to move his hand back up to the base, then stroked down again. “Release, my gargoyle. Spill your seed. Take the pleasure I offer you.” As Walter spoke, he sank a third finger into Treatise’s body.

  The burn of the stretch, the feel of his hand stroking the top of his tail, and the massage to his prostate all combined to be too much. Treatise’s balls rolled and tightened. His dick twitched and throbbed. His orgasm swelled through him.

  Crying Walter’s name into the comforter, Treatise shot his seed on the blanket beneath him. His body jolted as pleasure swelled through him. He growled through gritted teeth, enjoying the heady endorphins pumping through his system.

  Treatise felt Walter pull his fingers free. His stretched hole felt empty, his muscles clenching spastically. Grunting, he tilted his ass in what he hoped was an inviting way.

  “Please,” Treatise hissed, pleading. “Do it now. Fill me with your beautiful prick. I want to feel you, my mate.”

  “Hell, yeah,” Walter snarled. “Love how your body feels around my dick.”

  Treatise felt the head of Walter’s cock nudge his hole, then his mate pushed forward. Treatise relaxed and
pushed out, welcoming his mate into him. To his pleasure, Walter didn’t stop, filling him with one long, smooth glide.

  Listening to Walter’s groan, Treatise sighed. He rested his forehead on his clenched fists and hummed. Feeling his lover drape over his back, he turned his head and smiled over his shoulder.

  “Welcome, my mate,” Treatise whispered. “Love feeling so connected with you.”

  “Holy mother, your ass feels like home.”

  Treatise grinned.

  Walter rubbed his hands up Treatise’s sides. He nuzzled and lipped his spine with his lips and teeth. Moving his hands to Treatise’s wings, Walter skimmed his fingertips along the leathery skin.

  “Kiss me,” Treatise demanded, craning his neck.

  Giving him what he wanted, Walter tipped his head forward and gave him an awkward kiss. A few seconds later, he released his mouth. He moved his forehead back to Treatise’s nape, wrapped his hands around where his wings met his body, and used the hold to begin ramming into him.

  Treatise groaned at the feel of the reaming. He reveled in the intensity of his mate’s pounding. His dick began to thicken at the way Walter used his controlling hold to slam into him over and over, his cock nailing Treatise’s prostate on each thrust.

  “Hell, yeah,” Treatise groaned. “Pound into me. Take my ass. Fuck me, my mate.”

  Walter did just that. The sound of skin slapping skin, the grunts of men, and the moans of pleasure filled the room. Soon, Treatise’s dick slapped against his stomach once more, hard and weeping. He knew it wouldn’t take much for him to come again.

  When Walter sank his teeth into Treatise’s flesh between his spine and shoulder-blade, he gritted his teeth and groaned low in his throat. As his balls unloaded his seed into the comforter for a second time in under ten minutes, Treatise’s chute automatically clamped down on his mate’s invading member.

  Walter grunted and froze for a couple of seconds. Then, his hips bucked once, twice, before freezing again. His hot seed warmed Treatise from the inside out, telling him that his mate had found his pleasure.

  Treatise sighed deeply, smug in the knowledge that not only had he pleased his mate, but by Walter’s own need to reaffirm their bond. He felt his sexy human lap at his skin, realizing that Walter drank his blood. That he felt the desire was almost better than an orgasm.

  Treatise rested his cheek on his palm. “You’re amazing, my mate,” he mumbled. “Love your intensity.”

  Releasing his hold on Treatise’s wing-joints, Walter rubbed his hands down his sides. “I wasn’t too rough?” he asked, sounding concerned. “I just, I needed you, and—”

  “Hush,” Treatise urged. Craning his neck, he took in Walter’s concerned expression. It appeared an odd mix of satiated and concerned. Reaching behind himself, Treatise rubbed his human’s hip. “I loved every second of it. You did not harm me. Not even a little, my love.”

  Walter eased his softening shaft from his body. He pressed a kiss to the patch of skin he’d bitten, then straightened. “I’ll get something to clean us up.”

  “Don’t bother,” Treatise murmured, pushing off the bed and standing. “I plan to get us all messy again as soon as we’ve eaten a sandwich.” He wrapped his arms around Walter’s waist, pulling him close. He rubbed his already half-hard shaft against his mate’s stomach. “Food first, then more fucking.”

  Groaning, Walter placed his hands on Treatise’s chest. He rubbed over his nipples and rocked his own groin against him. “Holy creator, you’re going to be the death of me,” he muttered. “Death by orgasm.”

  Treatise chuckled. He slid one hand up and massaged the knobs of his spine. “Then I’ll just rouse you once more with my mouth, teeth, and hands.” He winked. “Just to rock your world all over again.”

  Walter moaned, then stilled in his arms. His expression turned serious. “We’ll have to work on keeping it down though, because we were a little loud.” He grimaced. “I hate to think of what would happen if we’d woken Kimana.”

  Treatise smiled, rubbing Walter’s spine. “We’ll work on it,” he assured. “But I did lock the door. I wouldn’t risk a little one stumbling upon us like that.” A thought striking him, he added, “And whenever she’s outside, we’ll have to have eyes like a hawk so she never wanders off. But I know of several other couples with hatchlings. She won’t want for friends.”

  “Hatchlings?” Walter’s brows furrowed. “What do you mean?”

  Chuckling, Treatise shook his head. “Sorry. All gargoyles are males. When our mates have offspring, if it’s a boy, they lay an egg. When two men have offspring together, it’s always an egg, so we call our young hatchlings. Habit.”

  “An egg,” Walter whispered. “Wow. I think, uh, I think I’m going to need you to tell me more about that.”

  Treatise nodded. “Of course, my mate. I guess we have missed a few topics.” He turned and grabbed his loincloth, then walked over to the chair and grabbed Walter’s jeans. He held them out. “Dinner and talk.” He winked. “Then more fucking.”

  Walter took his jeans and grinned. “Right.” His smile dimmed. “I didn’t even ask you about how you felt about taking in my niece. We didn’t talk about children or family or any of that kind of shit. I know it’s a lot to handle.”

  Sighing, Treatise took Walter’s hand. He led the way out of the room to the kitchenette. “My mate,” he told him, pausing before the refrigerator and pulling him into his embrace. “These are the things we do for family. You are my family, so that makes Kimana my family, too.”

  Walter tilted his head up for a kiss. Treatise gave it to him, pushing his tongue in deep for a slow slide and dance of tongues. When their lips separated, Walter grinned up at him.

  “Suddenly, getting shot seems like the best thing to have ever happened to me.”

  Treatise took Walter’s mouth again. While he never wished ill or pain on his mate, he loved that his human felt that way. Nothing could ever make Treatise more content than a happy mate. Even with their unexpected addition, to Treatise’s way of thinking, his life was damn near perfect.

  About the Author

  Charlie started writing fantasy when she was eight, and after stumbling onto her first erotic romance at age nineteen, she realized her true calling. She now focuses on writing gay erotic romance, normally of the paranormal variety, with heroes of all kinds. With the help and support of her husband, Charlie finally fulfilled one of her life-long goals... move to acreage with her horses. You can often find her curled up with her laptop and a cup of tea or glass of wine, creating her next adventure. Charlie enjoys exploring the mountains of her new Oregon home on horseback, 4-wheeler, or motorcycle.

  She can be reached at ch.richards2010@yahoo.com

  Or visit her at www.charlie-richards.com