Matthew gritted his teeth. The friction caused his balls to pull tighter, promising release as orgasm drew closer. “B-Better stop that,” he managed to say. He’d feel embarrassed at the whine in his voice, but all he could focus on was trying to keep control of himself.
Vane finally lifted his gaze to meet Matthew’s eyes as his fingers stilled. His bony, nose-holes appeared to flutter. Then, he swept his tongue out and over his thin bottom lip. “I liked it when you sucked my dick. Will you like it if I do that to you?”
Shock rolled through Matthew. Had Vane really never gotten or given a blowjob before this evening? Why the hell not? Never mind, he decided. Instead, he stated softly, “I’d love a blowjob, Vane, but if you put your mouth on me, I’m gonna shoot.”
Growling, Vane grinned, showing off his impressively sharp teeth, before he lowered his head and nuzzled his leathery cheek against Matthew’s dick.
Matthew gasped at the sensation of Vane’s hide against his sensitive shaft. The tender ministrations mixed with the feel of his hide—like the grain of the finest sandpaper—caused his cock to flex and jerk. Vane turned his head and mouthed the tight skin of his erection. Matthew shivered at the warm, wet kisses to his throbbing shaft.
Remembering how much pleasure those teeth had given him, Matthew wondered how they’d feel scraping along the thick vein, except… “As much as I loved feeling you bite my shoulder, no biting my dick.”
Vane’s gaze snapped up, the gargoyle pausing in his ministrations. “I’d never intentionally hurt you.”
The words were whispered, Vane’s red eyes full of emotion.
Matthew didn’t doubt his lover’s sincerity for an instant. Reaching down, he cupped the male’s broad, square jaw. It was a bit of a stretch, but Matthew managed to get his thumb far enough to rub first his lover’s lower lip, then a few of his teeth.
“I know.” He put as much confidence in the few words as he could.
Vane’s jaw sagged open for just an instant, then he pulled away from Matthew’s grip, lowered his head, and wrapped his lips about his cockhead.
Matthew shouted hoarsely at the sudden, sharp suction surrounding his sensitive glans.
“Vane!”
His lover’s growl shot vibrations down Matthew’s stalk. His balls pulled tight as the delicious sensations radiated out from his groin. His orgasm slammed through him, no longer able to be denied. He couldn’t even manage to warn his lover, only able to scream unintelligibly.
Vane’s head jerked, but he didn’t pull away. His grip on Matthew’s thigh tightened as he swallowed. Bliss rolled over Matthew as his dick shot again and again, his high and tight balls forcing cum up his stalk in ecstasy-inducing blasts.
No sooner had he finished shooting than Vane released him and reared up over him. He settled his larger body on top of Matthew’s and reached between them. When something bumped against his ass cheek, then a blunt object pressed against his hole, Matthew realized what Vane sought.
Matthew lifted his free leg and hitched it over Vane’s hip, giving the male free access to his ass. Vane thrust forward, burying his thick shaft deeply inside him. The lube and seed from their earlier bout provided all the slickness they needed.
Vane grunted and peered down their bodies at where they joined. “Never imagined sex would feel like this,” he muttered—almost absently—as he slowly pulled partway out then pushed back into him.
The male’s words confirmed his lack of experience, but Matthew could only moan as his lover moved inside him. When Vane’s wide head slid over his prostate, Matthew’s body bowed and he roared as fire coursed through his veins.
With the sparks dancing across his nerve endings, it took Matthew a few seconds to realize Vane had frozen above him. After swallowing hard, he managed to grit out, “Are you okay?”
Vane scowled, his already thin lips pulling even more, revealing the edges of his teeth. “I should be asking you that. Did I hurt you?”
The realization that he had a hell of a lot to teach his gargoyle slammed through Matthew, flooding him with equal parts delight and reservation.
Matthew reached up and cupped his lover’s angular jaws. Leaning up, he pressed his lips to Vane’s. He kept it a soft peck, just a fleeting rub, rub of lips, before pulling away. “I’m just fine,” he assured. “Your dick rubs my prostate just right.”
“Prostate,” Vane mumbled. He nodded once. “Right. Okay.” Then his brow ridges lowered. “You kissed me.”
By that time, Matthew had managed to calm his racing pulse. He still desperately wanted Vane to move, to fuck him senseless. Then, he realized his novice lover needed a little encouragement and reassurance.
Matthew slid his hands around Vane’s neck, cupped the thick tendons, and drew his lover’s head down a few inches. Enjoying the hard hide beneath his palms, he massaged the gargoyle’s strong neck muscles with his fingertips. Smiling, Matthew pressed another gentle kiss to the corner of Vane’s mouth.
“Yes,” Matthew whispered. “I kissed you.” Gliding his fingers around Vane’s muscled neck, Matthew smiled up at his gargoyle. “That’s what lovers do.” He tightened his hold just a bit, then added, “Lovers kiss. They touch.” He slowly moved one hand down Vane’s chest, fondling his gargoyle’s hide, exploring his pec muscles. “They explore each other’s bodies, make each other feel good.”
“You want to explore my body?” Vane seemed completely confused by that idea. “Why?”
As much as Matthew wanted to get Vane moving, he realized his lover had a skewed image of himself. He hoped he’d be able to prove to the gargoyle how handsome and sexy he found him.
“You’re a sexy gargoyle, Vane,” Matthew crooned. “I’m gonna convince you of that sooner or later.” He squeezed his channel, unable to stay still any longer. Moving his hands back to Vane’s neck, he urged, “Come down here. Let me explore your mouth while you fuck me.”
For just a second, Vane stared down at him in shock. Then, with a groan, he finished whatever internal debate he had and pressed his lips to Matthew’s.
Chapter Six
Vane didn’t know if he believed Matt. Hell, he’d never had anyone call him sexy before, but with his aching cock buried in his human’s silky heat and the heady scents of arousal and spilled seed surrounding him, Vane could focus only on the bliss this male brought him.
As Vane pressed his mouth against Matt’s, he slowly drew his dick partway free of his lover’s body. Pushing back in, he attempted to take control of the kiss, but quickly found himself following Matt’s lead.
Matt’s masculine flavors exploded across his tongue as his human swept his tongue deep into his mouth. Vane sucked that appendage just as he’d sucked Matt’s dick a few minutes before. As he drove his shaft deep into the man over and over, he reveled in the moans his lover fed him.
The constriction on his dick, hot and tight, coupled with Matthew’s wanton acceptance of him, drove Vane swiftly to the edge. Growling his pleasure, Vane felt his balls pull tight to his body. He didn’t even try to stave off his orgasm, reveling in the bliss of coupling with Matt. Spurting his seed deep into his mate, Vane slowed his hip’s movement, enjoying the heady sensations floating through his system.
Finally, Vane broke the kiss and stared down at his lover. He took in Matt’s flushed face and neck, his kiss-swollen lips, and the way he panted. Matt shifted under his scrutiny, and he became aware of his lover’s hard dick rubbing against his abs.
Threading his claws through Matt’s hair with one hand, he reached down with his other hand and wrapped his fingers around his lover’s straining dick. Vane slowly jacked the hard flesh, enjoying the smooth skin under his fingers. He watched in awe as Matt’s jaw sagged open and a low moan escaped from him.
“You are stunning, Matt,” Vane found himself mumbling. He scraped his thumb claw gently over his lover’s sensitive cap on the next upstroke. Matt jerked beneath him, his body shaking. “Like how you respond to my touc
h.”
“Please,” Matt hissed.
Smiling, Vane purred, “Please, what?”
Moaning, Matt writhed beneath him. “N-Need to come.”
Vane slid his hand from the man’s thick light-brown hair and down his neck. He lightly traced the healing bite mark as he tightened his grip on his mate’s cock and sped up his stroking. Matt’s eyes widened, his eyes dilating further.
“V-Vane!”
Matt crying his name in pleasure sounded fantastic. Vane wanted to hear it over and over. Lowering his head, he licked along his bite mark, so very tempted to sink his teeth in again, just to cause his lover to orgasm again. He resisted, barely, since he knew he’d gotten a bit carried away the first time. At least his saliva aided in healing the mark. When his softened cock slipped from Matt’s body, Vane eased away from him.
Matt slid his hands over his shoulders, muttering, “Wow, you’re gonna kill me with pleasure, big guy.”
Vane frowned. “What? No!”
“Whoa, easy,” Matt rubbed his chest, soothing him. “That was a joke.”
“Oh.” Still, Vane narrowed his eyes as he stared at Matt. “That wasn’t funny.” He didn’t like the idea of Matt dying, not one bit.
Matt nodded. “I apologize.” He sighed and stretched. “Man, I’m wiped. It’s been a long couple of days.”
His lover’s words reminded Vane of Cornelius’ advice. “Right. Cornelius said to feed you when you woke up, then we’d have more sex, but your scent distracted me.” He pushed away and headed toward the dresser and the tray of food.
“Cornelius said that, huh?”
Vane nodded. Picking up the tray, he headed back to Matt and settled it on the blankets next to him. “I hope you like pork chops.”
“Yep, love ’em,” Matt stated. He shifted restlessly, then asked, “You mind if I use your bathroom first? I’d like to clean up a little.” He glanced meaningfully at the cum splattered over his chest, stomach, and groin.
Realizing the seed on his own skin had begun to dry and itch, Vane nodded. “Good idea. I’ll wash up and reheat our meal while you shower.”
Matt smiled. “Thanks.”
Vane held out his hand and his human didn’t even hesitate in taking it. He smiled and helped Matt to his feet.
Matt grinned up at him. “Thanks. You should do that more often, handsome.”
Freezing, the smile slipped from his lips. Instead, he scowled. “Huh?”
Shaking his head, Matt chuckled. “And it’s gone. Your smile.” He reached up and traced Vane’s mouth. “You have a nice smile. You should do it more often.”
Vane shrugged. “I’m not a social gargoyle. I’ve been alone most of my life.”
“You haven’t had much of a reason to smile, have you?” Matt asked softly, his words pegging him with ease.
“No.” Vane didn’t bother lying.
Matt continued to explore Vane, touching his oddly formed face brazenly. “I heard you didn’t have a good experience with humans,” he murmured.
Vane growled, not pleased that he’d been the object of gossip…not that it surprised him. “I’m sure most would consider being caged, chained, and tortured a bad experience,” he snarled. Knowing his anger was misplaced, Vane still struggled to calm himself. “Or maybe you’re referring to being put on display as a demon in a freak show? How about that?”
Sliding his hands over his shoulders, Matt gently kneaded Vane’s tense muscles. “I’m sorry that happened to you. No one deserves that kind of treatment,” Matt stated, his tone soft. Smiling tentatively, he continued, “If you allow me to, I’ll do my best to give you as much pleasure as you can stand.”
“I—” Vane paused, biting back his initial response that he didn’t need anyone to do anything for him. He’d enjoyed, very much enjoyed, the activities they’d shared and Vane wanted to keep doing them. Uncertain what else to say, he mumbled, “Let’s get cleaned up.”
Vane wasn’t certain if he felt grateful or disappointed that Matt didn’t push. Instead, the human nodded and released his shoulders. He turned and headed toward the bathroom. Vane followed.
While Vane soaked a wash cloth and wiped himself down, Matt turned on the shower and stepped under the spray. He watched as the human lathered up and scrubbed his body, including his cock, balls, and ass. Desire to join the male flooded Vane, but he resisted, uncertain of his reception after snapping at the man earlier.
He’d be the first to admit that he knew nothing about relationships.
Turning away, Vane finished his own quick clean-up, then headed back to the bedroom. He refastened his loincloth and grabbed the tray of food. Crossing to the small kitchenette, he placed one plate of pork chops into the microwave and pressed the one button, bringing the machine to life.
Vane thought about calling Maelgwn. His chieftain was mated to a human. He’d be able to give him advice. Vane just wasn’t certain he wanted to explain to Matt that they were mates, yet. What if Matt was attracted to him because he’d just learned about gargoyles and thought it’d be cool to get fucked by one for a few days?
Settling his hands on the back of one of the dining room chairs, he struggled against an urge to crush something. The very idea that Matt would grow tired of him and move on—find someone else to fuck him—had Vane seeing red.
There was no way around it. Matt was his mate. Now, Vane needed to learn how the fuck to have a relationship with someone else.
A knock on the door pulled him out of his frustrated musings.
Vane stalked toward the door and yanked it partway open. “Yes?” he just managed to keep from snapping.
Tobias stood on the other side of the door. Upon hearing Vane’s tone, the second crossed his arms over his chest and scowled. “Again in a bad mood.” He shook his head. “It’s like sex has the opposite effect on you.”
Sneering, Vane stepped back and waved for Tobias to enter. “What can I help you with?”
Striding into the room, Tobias glanced around. “Marty is looking for his brother. For some reason, Cornelius seems to think he’s with you.”
“Yes, Matt’s with me,” Vane confirmed.
Tobias’ green brow ridges raised a bit. “Why?”
Before he could think up a response that wasn’t a lie, since he wasn’t quite ready to share the knowledge that Matt was his mate, said human strolled into the room wearing just a towel. The fabric hung low on Matt’s hips, and Vane found his gaze riveted by all the smooth, lightly bronzed skin on display.
“Hey, what happened to my bathrobe? Is it—” Matt gaped for a second, then, while backing away, muttered, “Uh, sorry. I’ll wait in the other room.”
“Holy shit,” Tobias snarled, lunging toward Matt.
Freezing in his tracks, Matt tensed as Tobias grabbed his upper arm.
Tobias stared in disbelief at Matt. “What the fuck?”
“Hey, let him go,” Vane roared, latching onto Tobias’ wrist.
Tobias obeyed. He wrenched his wrist free, a low warning growl rumbling from him.
Vane couldn’t give a shit if he’d offended the second. Turning his back on the gargoyle, he gently gripped Matt’s hand and lifted his arm. “Are you okay?” he asked while inspecting the skin Tobias had touched. His voice came out gruff, still filled with anger at the second touching his human.
Matt nodded. “Y-Yeah,” he responded, clearly shaken.
Rounding Vane, Tobias pointed at Matt’s neck and snapped, “You bit him, Vane. What the fuck are you doing?”
While Matt turned beet red, and not from passion this time, Vane scowled at the second. “What we do during sex isn’t your business.”
His gray eyes narrowing, Tobias crossed his arms over his chest. “It is when you start the bonding process.”
“W-What?” Matt stuttered, confusion etched on his features.
Vane felt the blood drain from his face. He remembered the taste of his lover’s blood, and a memory
from almost twenty years before surfaced in his mind. When Maelgwn, Tobias, and Einan had rescued him, the trio had explained what a gargoyle truly was and the basics of the world they lived in. That also included mating and bonding.
“Oh, shit.”
Tobias’ eyes narrowed at Vane’s words. “Right. Oh, shit. Have you discussed bonding with Matthew? Does he even know what it means to be bonded to a gargoyle?”
“Don’t talk about me as if I’m not here,” Matt snapped. “What the hell is bonding? How did you trigger it, Vane? And what does that mean for me?” He pointed his thumb at his chest, then to Vane’s surprise, added, “What does it mean for you?”
Vane’s jaw clenched and his mouth felt as dry as a desert. He swallowed, struggling to get moisture into his mouth, so he could form words, although, hell if he knew what he’d even say.
Tobias beat him to the punch. “It means, because Vane has started the bonding process, you are the only person he can be intimate with. He will be possessive, domineering, and overprotective.” With his green lips pressed into a thin line, the second added, “If you leave him, he will hunt you down. His instincts will drive him to seek you out.” Waving his hand between them, he finished, “Even if you decide this thing between you is just a fling, Matthew, that choice is no longer an option. You are stuck with each other.”
As Tobias had spoken, Matt’s face had paled more and more. Vane wished he had the words to make this better, but he didn’t. His brain seizing, he rubbed a hand over his face and growled, “Fuck!”
Returning his focus to Matt, he opened his mouth, intending to apologize. Instead, he snapped his jaw shut upon seeing his lover lift a hand, finger pointing at him, as he glared at him.
“Stop,” Matt murmured.
“I’m sorry,” Vane pressed.
“I said stop!” Matt all but shouted. “I don’t want to hear about what a mistake you made or how sorry you are.” Spinning, Matt stalked toward the door, muttering under his breath, “Story of my life.” Then, he yanked open the suite door and stormed out, slamming the door behind him.
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