by Lynn Hagen
Thoran pulled the digit into his mouth, sucking, licking, nipping, and teasing. The fire not only returned to Eaton’s beautiful eyes, but blazed like an inferno.
“My little pussycat,” Thoran teased. “Move your hands away from you suit.”
Eaton’s hands fell away.
“Better.” Thoran used his teeth to lower the zipper even further, revealing Eaton’s navel and the upper part of his groin. Just as Thoran remembered from the sheer material that hid nothing, Eaton was shaven bare. Thoran moved the zipper lower to reveal the head of Eaton’s hard shaft.
“Beautiful,” Thoran murmured in a low growl of appreciation.
Eaton’s hands fluttered to his groin, trying to cover himself.
“Don’t hide from me, petit chat,” Thoran said softly.
Thoran used his chin to nudge Eaton’s hands away before sliding the tip of his tongue over the head of Eaton’s cock.
“Thoran.” Eaton’s tone was a mixture of pleasure and fear. His muscles tightened under Thoran’s touch. Reaching up, Thoran twined the fingers of his right hand with Eaton’s, giving Eaton an anchor, something firm to ground himself.
Eaton planted his feet on the floor as his head tossed from side to side. A pulse swept over Thoran as he watched how Eaton responded to what he was doing.
No one knew how Thoran felt inside. He had kept his inner demons and deepest desires locked away from the world, the universe, and even his friends.
Always an Assassin.
Always alone.
But Eaton was getting to him. The cat shifter was touching parts of Thoran that had never seen the light of day.
Could he let Eaton in?
Thoran swallowed Eaton’s cock to the back of his throat. His fingers tightened around Eaton’s when the shifter’s hips jerked forward, and the man cried out with such pleasure that Thoran’s wolf shot to the surface.
He needed more skin.
Thoran extended a claw and tore the bottom of Eaton’s battle suit, exposing the man’s ass before retracting his claw. Thoran wet his finger and then sank it deep into Eaton’s ass.
Eaton cried out even louder, his muscles locking into place as he came down Thoran’s throat. The man had an easy trigger. The musky scent of Eaton’s cum filled Thoran’s lungs, making his wolf lunge forward, fighting to get free.
To take.
To consume.
As Eaton’s cock slipped from between Thoran’s lips, Thoran slammed his eyes closed, snarling at his beast, waging a war with the creature to stay locked inside of him.
Eaton collapsed to the floor, panting heavily, unaware of the struggle Thoran was going through. Thoran shook his head repeatedly, beating back his wolf.
Eaton’s fingers squeezed his, bringing Thoran back from his battle. He opened his eyes and stared at the far wall.
“You were sent to torture my very soul,” Thoran whispered against Eaton’s flat stomach. “An angel to my demon.”
Eaton’s fingers brushed over Thoran’s cheek. Thoran pressed his face into the shifter’s hand, savoring the gentle touch. The small man wanted to be owned, but little did Eaton know that he was beginning to own Thoran.
“Such sweet pillow talk,” Eaton teased as his fingers continued to caress Thoran’s jaw.
Thoran smiled at the man’s lightheartedness. “I try.”
Eaton groaned as Thoran continued to ease his finger in and out of Eaton’s ass. He didn’t want to break the connection. This was the closest Thoran had ever felt to being complete, whole. He was also enjoying the long, vibrating purrs that were coming from the cat shifter. Eaton stretched wide, rubbing his body on Thoran’s, marking Thoran all over with his scent.
He rested his cheek on Eaton’s stomach, closing his eyes while Eaton used his free hand to play in Thoran’s hair, his fingers skimming slowly through the strands.
This moment was perfect.
The cat shifter’s fingers traced down the side of Thoran’s face, the tips feathering over his ear, making Thoran shiver.
“Have you decided?”
Thoran turned his head and pressed a kiss into Eaton’s navel. “Decided what?”
“To claim me.”
Could Thoran place his trust in Eaton? Thoran had been flip-flopping back and forth since entering his office. Even before that, if he was to be honest with himself.
Thoran didn’t voice this. Eaton needed someone who could take charge and make strong decisions. Thoran normally did both with ease.
So why are you second guessing yourself when it comes to Eaton?
Thoran pushed from the carpet, looked down at the delicious sight of the little kitten and smile to himself. “Take that suit off.”
Eaton succeeded in making him outwardly grin when the man jumped to his feet, stripping the suit off in seconds.
“Eager?”
Eaton blushed as the material floated to the floor. Thoran stood there drinking in every inch of Eaton’s sexy body. The shifter nibbled on his lower lip as his hands once again migrated toward his groin.
“Don’t,” Thoran commanded as he pulled his own clothes off. Pride swelled inside when Eaton’s eyes raked over Thoran’s naked body in a greedy manner.
Crossing the room, Thoran took a seat at his desk and pulled the lube from the drawer. Eaton stood there watching as Thoran squeezed the clear gel into the palm of his hand. He tossed the bottle on the desk and then wrapped his fingers around his cock, stroking himself.
His head fell back against the chair as his eyelids slid down marginally. His gaze fixated on Eaton as he pleasured himself. Eaton’s chest began to rise and fall faster as his eyes flickered between Thoran’s face and his hand and back again.
“Do you like being teased, petit chat?” Thoran followed his question with a long, husky moan.
Eaton’s head jerked back and forth as his lips parted, his breath coming out in short bursts.
Thoran’s fingers tightened as he reached between his legs, pulling at his sac.
He hissed.
Eaton whimpered.
“What are you thinking?”
Eaton’s tongue slid across his bottom lip. “I–I want to taste you.”
Thoran’s cock pulsed in his hand. The image of Eaton doing just that had his balls tightening. “Come here, Eaton.”
He moved to stand in front of Thoran. Eaton pressed his bare backside into the desk.
While remaining seated, Thoran parted his legs. “On your knees.”
He blew out a long, almost shaky breath when Eaton dropped to his knees, gazing up at Thoran for further instructions. Thoran kept pleasuring himself, taking in the sight between his legs. Eaton truly appeared as a lost angel. His capitulation made him so beautiful. His raven hair fell over one eye, denying Thoran a clear view of those mesmerizing pale-blue eyes—eyes the color of priceless gemstones.
Thoran reached out and brushed the stray strands aside before cupping Eaton’s chin, pulling the man closer. “Suck me into your mouth.”
Small, panting breaths blew across the head of Thoran’s cock before Eaton parted his lips and engulfed Thoran’s erection.
Thoran’s lip curled back as he sucked a breath in deeply.
Mother fuck!
Thoran’s teeth ached to bite the little vixen as Eaton placed his hands on Thoran’s knees, leaning in closer, using his tongue to trace over the cock in his mouth. The man was inexperienced, but his enthusiasm made up for it in spades.
“Watch your teeth,” Thoran said when a sharp pain shot through his shaft. He carded his hand through the black strands, gripping Eaton’s hair and tugging on it. He controlled the movements, showing Eaton an easy rhythm.
The man caught on quickly, though he was trying to take in too much. Using the tight hold he had on Eaton’s hair, Thoran pulled Eaton back until his cock popped free.
“Not so much, beautiful. You’re going to choke yourself.”
Eaton coughed as his eyes watered. He nodded before taking Thoran back into his mouth.
T
horan’s breath became unstable. The sight of Eaton sucking him off was fucking spectacular, an erotic vision that Thoran wouldn’t soon forget.
Thoran ghosted his fingers over Eaton’s jaw. He could feel the muscles working, massaging his cock. Once again, Thoran tugged on Eaton’s hair. This time, however, Thoran shoved his chair back and stood. He swiped his arm across his desk, the contents flying free, crashing to the floor.
“On the desk.” Thoran grabbed Eaton and flipped the man over. Eaton scrambled onto his hands and knees before Thoran dropped to his knees and laved at Eaton’s hole, fucking the tight muscle with his tongue.
Eaton let out a desperate whine.
Thoran drove two lubed fingers inside Eaton while he continued to lick and suck. The shifter’s legs began to tremble. Thoran pushed to his feet, placing his free hand between Eaton’s shoulder blades, easing the man’s upper body down to the desk. “Always submit to me, petit chat. Never forget who is in charge.”
Eaton gripped the edge of the desk as his cheek rested on the surface. “Okay.”
Thoran knew he had said the right thing when a contented smile spread across Eaton’s face. The man was only too happy to comply. Eaton’s health, happiness, and emotional needs were now in Thoran’s hands. It wasn’t something he would take lightly either. Although the entire crew was in a perilous situation, Thoran would do whatever it took to keep Eaton safe.
Eaton would never feel alone again. Thoran would make sure of that. Thoran was in search of the only family he had left, but Eaton was now his family, too. The man would want for nothing.
Thoran placed a kiss on Eaton’s spine before he removed his fingers. He lubed his cock again, lined up the head against Eaton’s stretched hole, and then began to press inside the man’s hot and tight body.
Eaton cried out and Thoran stilled. His muscles quivered as he brushed his hand down Eaton’s back. “Relax, beautiful.”
“I’m trying.” Eaton’s voice was shaky, strained. “But it burns.”
“That won’t last,” Thoran promised. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes.” The answer was given without hesitation.
Thoran began to move again. He thrust his cock deep. His jaw clenched as he stilled once more. Eaton’s entire body was locked into place. Thoran gave him time to adjust but he knew the only way to get past the pain was to bring Eaton pleasure.
Hooking his hands over Eaton’s shoulders, Thoran set a steady rhythm, whispering encouraging words to Eaton, trying his best to relax the man.
It didn’t take long for Eaton’s whimpers of pain to morph into desire. Not only could Thoran hear the change in pitch, but Eaton raised his ass higher on each forward thrust.
“That’s it, petit chat. Rock those hips, moan. Let me know how much you are enjoying this.”
Thoran released Eaton’s shoulders. He reached between their joined bodies and spread Eaton’s globes apart, watching his cock spear in and out of Eaton. He massaged his thumb around the stretched muscle, teasing Eaton, before slipping it in to the first knuckle and then pulling it free.
Eaton let out a sultry, throaty sound.
“Are you ready to come, kitten?”
“Please,” Eaton whined.
Thoran grinned. He gripped Eaton’s hips and began to pound his cock into Eaton’s ass. Eaton’s sex noises grew steadily louder the faster and deeper Thoran plunged.
Thoran’s head rolled back as his canines lengthened. He struck, sinking them deep into the cat shifter’s soft flesh. His cock swelled, knotting inside Eaton.
Thoran pulled his canines free and growled as his seed filled Eaton’s ass. He reached under Eaton and gripped his shaft, stroking his mate until Eaton was crying out his release.
“Bite me,” Thoran demanded.
Eaton sank his thin canines into Thoran’s upper arm. Thoran snarled, welcoming the pain.
They were now bound together. Eaton was his and Thoran would kill anyone who tried to take his little kitten away from him.
Chapter Seven
Eaton yawned as he rubbed his head back and forth against the thick, fluffy pillow. He was still half in and half out of sleep, enough to where he could drift back off with no problem. That was until a strong arm slid over his side and the scent of Thoran filled his lungs, reminding Eaton that he wasn’t alone. The events of yesterday came back to Eaton as the delicious pain in his backside gave him a warm feeling.
Thoran had claimed him. Eaton now belonged to someone who wouldn’t sell him to pay off back taxes or because he would fetch a high price.
Eaton touched the bite mark on his shoulder to find the area still tender. He hadn’t dreamt any of this. It was real and Thoran had claimed him. Eaton snuggled deeper into his mate’s warm body, his back pressed against a hard wall of flesh. This was where he wanted to stay for as long as he could. With Thoran, Eaton felt safe, comfortable, and content.
“You know we have to get up.” Thoran nibbled at Eaton’s ear. His warm breath tickled Eaton’s skin, making him smile even though he had yet to open his eyes.
“What if I want to stay right here for, say, the next year or so?”
Thoran gave a soft chuckle but Eaton was serious. Screw the universe and its problems. Screw any cutthroats who came after them. The planets could drift apart and Eaton wouldn’t care as long as he was here with Thoran.
“I’m pretty sure Kayden will send a search party if we stay hidden away for that long.”
“If you stay gone that long,” Eaton corrected as he twined their legs together, reveling in the feel of the hair on Thoran’s calves rubbing against his skin. “No one would search for me.”
“I would.” Thoran tugged on Eaton until he was facing his mate. Eaton got his first sight of Thoran in the morning and he looked scrumptious with his tousled hair and sleepy eyes. Eaton more than likely looked like he’d been run through the wringer.
Thoran nibbled at his neck until Eaton started laughing. His mate was tickling him, chuckling deeply. Eaton tried to get away, to get out of the bed, but Thoran kept him pinned in.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Thoran pulled Eaton under him, pressing Eaton’s chest into the soft mattress. He could feel Thoran’s thick cock wedged between his upper thighs. A deep craving washed over him to be filled by his mate once more, to have Thoran making sweet love to him again.
Instead, Thoran reached above them to a control panel on the wall. He pressed a few buttons and Eaton watched as the walls transformed from an ivory color to a dense forest. The room filled with the sounds of nature. When the leaves fluttered on the trees, Eaton gasped. He could feel a slight breeze blowing across his body, ruffling his hair slightly as the scent of fresh country air wafted toward him. Shards of sunlight broke through the canopies, reaching the forest floor.
“How?” The images were so vivid, so crisp with clarity that Eaton swore he could go over to the wall and take a walk through the woods.
“Hologram,” Thoran answered. “I put the setting on display only. If you’d like, I could bring the image to life.”
Eaton hissed and then groaned when Thoran’s cock slowly sank into him and the entire room became the forest. Eaton’s hands and knees were resting on a bed of moss, the warm waft of air ruffling the fallen leaves that were resting on the ground.
“Thoran.”
“All for you, petit chat.”
Eaton arched his back as he closed his eyes, praying that all of this wasn’t a dream and that he wasn’t still in that brothel. This was too good to be true. He was terrified that he would blink and Thoran would disappear.
“Little pussycat,” Thoran groaned in his ear. “So sweet, so soft.”
Eaton cried out when Thoran thrust deep, his cock filling him to overwhelming. His fingers dug into the ground as Thoran picked up the pace, pistoning into Eaton. Growls filled the air as his mate once again bit into his shoulder, pressing Eaton further to the forest floor, making him submit.
It was all too much. Eaton shoute
d as he came. Thoran grunted, pulled his teeth free, and then howled as he filled Eaton’s ass. They were both panting, both sweaty as Thoran slowly lowered them both to a more comfortable position. The man had knotted him.
“End program.”
Eaton watched as the forest faded and he was once again in the bed, staring at the ivory walls. “That was amazing!”
Thoran chuckled. “I hope so.”
Eaton elbowed Thoran. “I was talking about the program.”
“I discovered it when I first left Sator. There are other programs on there as well. I tried the ocean one and ended up getting soaked.”
“You can do that?” The knot eased from Eaton, allowing him to turn over in his mate’s arms. Thoran frowned, pulling back as his eyes dropped to the lower half of Eaton’s body.
“What?” Eaton looked as well. He sucked in his breath when he saw the long line from his navel to his groin and the spots on either side. “What is that?”
Thoran grew quiet, his expression pensive. His eyes stayed glued to the mark on Eaton’s stomach. As he stared, so many emotions flashed over the man’s face that Eaton was becoming uneasy and a bit scared. “Thoran?”
With a shaky hand, Thoran brushed his fingers over Eaton’s flat abdomen. “How do you not know what these markings represent?”
The question only confused Eaton even further. “Because I’ve never seen them before,” he stated. “If you haven’t figured it out yet, I don’t exactly come from a modern society. Crossover is a simple little village with even simpler people.” And some who couldn’t give a shit less about others. The thought of what his father had done made Eaton’s chest tighten, but he refused to let his father’s betrayal dampen this moment. For the first time in his life, Eaton was genuinely happy. But he was still confused as hell about the markings. What did they mean?
Thoran rolled from the bed, pulling his battle suit on. Eaton sat up, wondering why the man looked so…rattled. “Please talk to me.”
“I’m trying to absorb what—” Thoran shook his head as he sat on the bed, running a hand over his jaw. “You’re with child.”
Thoran could have told Eaton that he was about to be shot out of an airlock and it would have shocked him less. A litany of emotions rushed through Eaton. He sat there dazed. “I’m what?”