Drilling Dale [Alpha Wreckers 3] (Siren Publishing Classic ManLove)

by Fel Fern

  They drew up plans to renovate certain areas of the apartment, because he wanted Dale to consider his apartment theirs, too, so he invited Dale to inject bits and pieces of his personality into the design. Luckily, Malik could do most of the repairs himself. If not, he’d borrow his crew or one of his brothers.

  He’d already made use of them with regards to the special project he kept a secret from Dale, a project Dale was increasingly curious about. Today was the unveiling of what he did with the guest room Dale used to stay in, but maybe, they could put in a little morning delight first.

  “It’s hard to concentrate, especially if you go around with no shirt on,” Dale admitted. “Give me a few more minutes, and I’ll come help.”

  Dale wasn’t good at construction. Most of the time Dale was bound to get hurt, but Malik enjoyed their lessons together. Dale was determined at least, although he kept an eye most of the time.

  “Thinking dirty thoughts so early in the morning?” Malik asked, smiling. He left the wall he was currently working on and stalked over to his mate. He used his bigger body to cage Dale in the chair. Dale swallowed when Malik snatched his mug and took a sip of coffee.

  “Hey, that’s mine,” Dale protested, although from the appreciative look Dale gave his bare chest and jeans, Malik knew Dale’s focus was fully on him.

  “Coffee-flavored Dale really tastes the best.” Like Malik knew, that comment got a deep blush out of Dave.

  He set the cup down. “I haven’t had breakfast yet.”

  “Oh! Would you like me to make some eggs and bacon?” Dale asked, then it must have dawned on the human that Malik wasn’t talking about physical food. Dale blushed deeper. “You’re talking about me, aren’t you?”

  “Hmm, what else?” Malik inhaled his mate’s scent and licked his lips when he scented Dale’s arousal.

  “I think I haven’t fucked you on the dining table.”

  “R-really? But the windows, people can see us.” Despite Dale’s protests, he could sense Dale’s excitement though the mating bond.

  What a convenient thing, their bond was, and special. Malik never thought he’d ever have the chance to experience being bound to such a generous and sexy human like Dale, who didn’t care about his past. Dale too carried scars of his own, but it turned out two broken halves could make a whole after all.

  He fisted a hand into Dale’s shirt and jerked his mate to his feet. Malik could sense the changes inside Dale. The human’s pulse raced, Dale’s breathing hitched, and he smiled when Dale ran his hands across his chest.

  “Yummy,” Dale declared, licking his lips.

  Luscious, tempting lips, Malik decided, he had to kiss. Clasping the back of Dale’s neck, he slanted his lips over Dale’s, thoroughly enjoying Dale’s taste. He ran his tongue over Dale’s bottom lip, taking his time to enjoy his impatient mate. When he pulled away, Dale groaned.

  “Malik.”

  “Patience would be rewarded, little human.”

  “But you’re such a damn tease.”

  “Don’t you like to be on the receiving end of my kisses?”

  Dale nodded. Malik lifted his mate’s chin, resumed what they were doing. He sucked on Dale’s upper lip, thrust his tongue down Dale’s throat, pleased the human sucked down on it. Dale clutched at him, hands moving lower, but he caught Dale’s hands and pulled his mouth back.

  “Remember who’s boss, little human.” Malik would always be a dominant shifter male, that was part and parcel of his nature, but Dale accepted that, craved his dominance, making them perfect partners in crime in the bedroom. Although if Dale was good, Malik would let the little human play. His jaguar didn’t mind playing games with their delightful mate.

  Malik found the hem of Dale’s shirt. Dale raised his hands, let him tug it off. Unable to help himself at the sight of creamy, smooth, and lean flesh, Malik lowered his head, sucked at the mate mark on Dale’s neck, Dale’s collarbones. He lowered his hand, touching heated flesh, Dale’s, his, and a wave of possessiveness swept through his body.

  Malik wanted to see his sassy little human sated, purring for him, claimed and marked. Dale moaned above him, and he flicked the button of Dale’s jeans open, slid his hand past Dale’s boxers, and found what he sought. He gave Dale’s prick a squeeze. Dale was thickening in his fingers, already at half-mast.

  “God,” Dale whispered.

  “Hmm? Don’t play the guessing game with me, little human. Tell me what you want.” Of course Malik knew what Dale wanted, knew every inch and crevice of Dale’s body by now. No secrets existed between them, but he liked hearing the words nonetheless.

  “You,” Dale whispered.

  Malik edged Dale backward, until Dale’s ass hit the dining table. “Which specific part of me?”

  Dale drew a breath. “I love you, you know that? But sometimes, you can be a—”

  Malik sealed his lips over Dale’s, his jaguar elated at those three little words that made a whole lot of difference, especially to the broken boy he’d been, the one who was raised thinking all he’d been capable of was destruction.

  “I love you so fucking much, too,” he said after the kiss.

  Dale’s eyes widened. They’d exchanged those words a few times already, but the meaning hadn’t been lost on either of them. Then his wild little human did the unexpected thing and bit his shoulder. Laughter bubbled out of Malik. Cute little human.

  “What was that for?” he asked, amused.

  “A warning to your fans to stay away.”

  Malik raised an eyebrow. “You know those days are long over. That I haven’t thought about anyone since I met you.”

  “I know. Maybe this little human can be possessive, too.”

  Malik kissed Dale again, just for that, a rough, brushing kiss full of passion. He pulled away. “You still haven’t answered my earlier question.”

  Dale huffed. “I want all of you, but in in this particular instance, your dick in me.”

  “Oh? Perfect answer, my apt little pupil.”

  “I learn from the best.”

  Malik chuckled, walked away from Dale, and began closing the curtains shut.

  “W-we’re really doing this?” Dale asked, eyes bright.

  “Start stripping,” Malik admonished. “If you’re not naked and waiting for me by the time I come back, you’ll get what’s coming.”

  “What’s that?” Dale threw back.

  “I’ll make you come over and come again and you can’t even catch your breath.” Malik did exactly that one time, so Dale knew he meant every word. Dale swallowed.

  “I’ll be good. Besides, we still have plenty of work to do around the apartment.”

  “Good answer. I don’t see you stripping.” Once the windows were shut and he was satisfied by the sound of Dale chucking off clothes, he went to the bathroom, grabbed towels and lube. By the time Malik returned, Dale was completely nude.

  “Good boy.”

  Dale glowered. “Don’t push it.”

  Malik laid the towel on the edge of the table, spread it, before pressing a hand on Dale’s chest. “Lie down, baby.”

  Dale obeyed, stretching that lithe tempting body over the solid mahogany table his brother Spencer had gifted them. Spencer made excellent furniture, so Malik knew the table could take their weight easily, although Spencer could probably never imagine they’d be making use of his gift this way.

  Realizing he still had his clothes on, Malik quickly undressed, aware Dale watched him with eager anticipation. Not wasting any time, Malik blanketed his body over Dale’s and took Dale’s lips, the kiss slick and hot. When he pulled away, Dale panted, looking up at him, gaze full of need and tenderness. “Fuck me, baby. Please.”

  Chapter Eleven

  “My fucking pleasure,” Malik responded, a growl accompanying his words, making Dale’s heart race.

  God, but Dale liked the slick press of skin, his lean body against the hard planes of Malik’s bigger one. Malik’s thick dick pressed against his belly
and his own, engorged from all that teasing. Dale wouldn’t blow like some horny teenager. He had better control than the initial stages of their mating, not much, but better at least. It took a certain kind of man to tame a wild, jaguar dominant shifter like Malik, and he was that guy. Pride filled him at how far he, no, both of them had come.

  After his first performance in Nashville two weeks ago, the gigs didn’t dry up. He always knew he couldn’t make a steady income from his passion, but that was fine with him because he realized passion could eat a man inside out, too. During his depressed moments when Malik had found him at that crumbling house, he’d started to hate music. This way, by working a day job and pursuing his music, he had more time producing songs with his heart and soul.

  “Baby, what’s got you distracted?”

  He shook his head. “Just thinking how far we’ve both come.”

  Malik nipped at his nipple, making him groan, full focus on the gorgeous male in front of him.

  “Now, it’s my job to make you come.”

  He couldn’t help but laugh. “That came off a little corny.”

  Malik merely gave him a predator’s smile, and the infuriating man started leaving a path of kisses and licks down the line of his body. He clawed at the wood, needing something to hold on to as Malik left tiny bites, making a trail to his groin.

  Dale gasped when Malik finally reached his prick. The jaguar shifter nuzzled his groin and used his tongue to tease him mercilessly. Malik flicked away the pre-cum from his tip, circled the cock head with his tongue, before tracing the shape of his rigid dick.

  Then the playful cat left him hanging, mouth moving upward again. Malik lifted that graceful, powerful body. Malik closed his fist around his dick, started to work him, before taking his mouth again.

  “Look at you,” Malik crooned after. “Covered in my teeth marks. My little mate.”

  His body ached, but it was the good sort, although he wasn’t sure if he could last through the foreplay. “Please,” he uttered. “Fuck me. I need you inside me. Now.”

  “Demanding mate.” Malik rose, planting his feet back on the floor, then gripped his thighs, pulling him closer to the edge.

  He gasped, but the sudden liquid motion made his heartbeat accelerate. Incredibly aroused, he moaned when Malik lifted his legs over those broad shoulders. Malik uncapped the lube, prepped him with one, two fingers, making quick twisting motions. Then without warning, his mate thrust himself balls deep inside him, no pause and no warning.

  Dale clawed at the table. Fire started in his ass, but he craved the burn, knowing pleasure came on its heels.

  “Too much?” Malik asked, petting his chest, lowering his head to lick at the bite mark on his neck.

  “No,” he whispered. “More.”

  Didn’t matter if Malik fucked him until he was sore. He didn’t mind rolling around all day after, because Dale craved their snuggling sessions after sex, too. The jaguar shifter could be rough in bed, but after, Malik would pet, spoil, and treat him like a king. They could always delay work until tomorrow, since it was the weekend anyway.

  Malik started with slow and steady strokes. Jolts of electricity started from his insides and went to his dick. Malik resumed working his prick, making his skin hum, his entire body tensing. Dale wrapped his arms around Malik’s neck, panting slightly, meeting his mate’s intent green eyes. The jaguar peered back at him from those gorgeous green eyes, but he wasn’t afraid of the animal that lived inside the skin of his mate. That cat would give his life for Dale’s, and Dale would do the same.

  Malik picked up speed, nails digging into his hips, hammering in and out of him, faster, deeper.

  Moans spilled out of his lips. His nails left scratches, crescent-shaped marks on Malik’s flesh, too, but the jaguar shifter didn’t seem to mind. It fact, it only seemed to rile Malik up. Malik stroked his dick faster, making him gasp. A mewl tore out of him at Malik’s next stroke. His balls tightened against his body. So close now, he thought. His mate wouldn’t be far along either.

  Malik brushed against his sweet spot, again and again. The pressure inside continued to build, threatening to spill over, but the ride wasn’t over yet.

  Malik pumped in and out, reducing them both to grunts, animal noises. Sweat tickled down Dale’s back, down the soft towel cushioning his body.

  “I want to hear you come for me,” Malik said, gave his cock head a tug, then a squeeze.

  Dale arched his back when Malik hit his prostate again, scream tearing out of him. The room blanked away and he saw stars. Sheer bliss and ecstasy filled his body, as his mind transported him elsewhere. Malik pumped inside of him several more times, before letting out a growl and filling his ass with cum.

  Malik lay against him for a couple of moments, gathering his breath, before standing, keeping his weight from him. He sighed in contentment. “I can lie here all day.”

  “Shower first. I have a surprise for you actually, was about to unveil it after drilling the walls for the new frames, but you had to tempt me.”

  Dale sat up. “Me tempt you? Hello, I was simply drinking coffee, admiring the sight of my gorgeous mate without his shirt on.”

  Well, Dale supposed he did want some morning sex. That was what the weekends were for, right? Relaxation and enjoyment and plenty of lovemaking.

  Malik grabbed the second towel and cleaned them both off.

  Still, the mention of a surprise definitely sparked his interest.

  “Do you have a present for me?” Dale couldn’t keep the excitement out of his voice. Malik was awesome that way. Sometimes, Malik would be waiting for him after his shift at the cafe, present in hand.

  Malik nodded to the bathroom in the hallway. Dale pouted. “Okay, fine. Have it your way.”

  Dale was dying of curiosity though, although he’d never say no to showering together. There might be prospect of round two there. Sufficiently recovered from post-orgasm bliss, he got off the table and ran toward the bathroom.

  “Race!” he yelled behind him.

  Naturally, it was no use competing with a shifter, except when that shifter wanted to play. Malik gave him a couple of seconds of head start, but just as he entered the shower, Malik stood against the doorway, smirking.

  “I let you win,” Malik said.

  “You did,” he consented.

  “Reward time for this big cat.”

  He snorted, squeaked when Malik joined him the tiny shower. Malik spun him by the shoulders, just as the jaguar shifter hit the taps on. Warm water coursed over their bodies, and Dale offered his lips to mate for a kiss. Malik plundered his mouth.

  Feeling Malik’s thick cock against his entrance, Dale parted his legs. Still slick from their previous lovemaking, Malik had no trouble penetrating him. This time, his mate made slow and luxurious love to him. He sighed into the tiles.

  “Touch yourself,” Malik commanded.

  He struggled to obey and began to pump his dick in time with Malik’s prick moving in and out of him. It wasn’t long before either of them came. Dale screamed Malik’s name as Malik slammed into his prostate. Shutting his eyes, he enjoyed his second orgasm of the morning. Malik shot his load down his ass moments later, leaving them both panting messes against the tiles.

  “Wow,” he whispered.

  “Yeah.” Malik turned him gently, kissed him on the lips, and proceeded to soap them both. He felt a little languid as they finished up the shower. Dale giggled when Malik toweled them both.

  They dressed in fresh clothes, and he asked, “So is it’s time for my surprise? I’ve been a good boy after all.”

  Malik laughed. “Of course, baby.”

  Malik offered his hand and Dale took it. The jaguar shifter led him out of the bathroom and to the spare guest room, which he had strict orders not to enter. He’d been curious of course, but all attempts to find out had been waylaid.

  “Special project?” he asked, excited.

  Malik ripped the dramatic ‘no entry’ tape plastered on th
e door and turned the knob. His mate took a step back, letting him enter first. Dale let out a gasp at the brand-new music studio.

  “Oh, baby,” he whispered. It came complete with a computer, digital audio workstation, microphones, headphones, even a space for practice. Dale was already excited to try everything out. He could imagine writing songs here, playing his chords. Malik had no idea how such a generous gift this was, but then again, his mate was always giving.

  “The walls are soundproof, so you can be as loud as you want.”

  He leapt into Malik’s arms, as his jaguar shifter let out an “ommpf” but nonetheless caught him.

  “Thank you,” he whispered, tears in his eyes.

  Malik kissed them away, a mischievous smile on his lips. “You can thank me later. I know you want to play with the equipment.”

  Dale rubbed the tears in his eyes. “You bet. Love you,” he whispered, not caring they’d already said those words earlier.

  “Love ya back, baby.”

  THE END

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