Trust [The Angel Pack 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour ManLove)

by Maggie Walsh

  “Of course I do, that’s why I said it,” he said all indignant.

  “You do realize the flaw in your thinking right?”

  “What flaw? There is no flaw.”

  “If no one compared themselves to anyone else, how would they know they were the best? How would they know that they need to work harder to achieve their goals? Even you compare yourself to others,” Raith said.

  “No I don’t.” Aaron huffed and crossed his arms over his chest.

  Raith took a step closer. “Yes you do. How do you know you’re the best at what you do if you haven’t observed others? Said to yourself, I can do better than that. I am better than him or her. That’s comparing yourself to someone else. It shows you your strengths and weaknesses. Shows you exactly where you need to improve, to work toward a goal. You have to compare yourself to others to know how high you are and how high you still need to go. You can be confident in yourself without insulting others, or hurting their feelings. And you left out a very important thing in your thinking.” Raith stepped closer, so their chests were almost touching. He could hear Aaron’s heart beating faster, his breath quicken. He could feel the heat within his mate go up at his close proximity. His eyes glazed over with lust as he absentmindedly licked his lips. Raith’s eyes followed the trail of that cute little pink tongue. He wanted to taste it. There was no denying it, his mate was hot as hell and Raith wanted to sink into him, touch him, taste him.

  “What’s that?” Aaron asked with a hitch in his voice.

  “The human element. We may be shifters, but we are also human to a degree. We also have hearts. You forgot to add the heart to your equation. People feel, they love, they hurt. They are compassionate. Some not so much. But most are, even if only with one of their own. To insult others, just to make ourselves look better, or feel better about ourselves, is not confidence. It’s mean. It’s being self-important and self-absorbed. Because then you’re only thinking of yourself and not how your words could affect others. Just spewing out how great we are, or how un-great someone else is compared to you, is not confidence. It’s being cocky. It’s throwing people’s differences and weaknesses in their face. Turns people off.” Raith ran the back of his fingers down Aaron’s cheek. Aaron shivered at the touch. His lids lowered and his breath was coming in pants. His eyes were focused on Raith’s lips. “And I think you’re better than that. I think you are the best at what you do. I think you probably are one of the smartest people I have ever met. Your brilliance turns me on.” Raith cupped Aaron’s cheek as he moved his head closer.

  Aaron swallowed hard. “It does?”

  “Yes, it does. But being humble also turns me on.” Raith moved in closer. Their lips were only a hair away from touching. Raith could feel the quick puffs of Aaron’s breath against his lips. He could smell the kitty’s arousal. “You can’t ever forget to factor in emotions,” Raith whispered and closed the gap. He pressed his lips to his mate’s. Aaron opened to him immediately. Raith thrust his tongue into Aaron’s mouth and the taste of his mate made him weak. A jolt of electricity shot through his body. Just as he was about to pull back a little, Aaron’s hands went around his neck and he melted against Raith. The feeling of his mate in his arms was like nothing he had ever experienced before. Like the one thing that was missing in his life was finally there. And he didn’t even know it was missing until he had it. He drove his tongue in deeper, possessing Aaron’s mouth, claiming his mate with his kiss. He wrapped his tongue around Aaron’s and sucked on the appendage, drawing a whimper from his mate. Raith grabbed the back of Aaron’s head, holding them together. His other arm snaked around Aaron’s waist pressing their bodies together.

  Aaron grabbed onto Raith’s shoulders and then jumped up. His legs wrapped around Raith’s waist. Raith groaned at the move. Now he could feel his small mate’s rock-hard cock against his stomach, and it felt pretty impressive for a little guy. Raith grabbed hold of Aaron’s ass with one hand as the other held their heads together. Raith devoured Aaron’s mouth with his, demanding his mate’s submission and Aaron gave it. Raith’s head spun when his little mate’s body relaxed against him and he gave up his control, giving his total submission to Raith.

  Aaron loved how Raith played his body. His mate was so big and strong. He held Aaron up with one hand as he dominated his mouth. For the first time in his life he wanted to give up total control to another person. He never gave up control. With all the other lovers he had, he never gave up control. Even when he was bottoming, he was in control. He never let anyone get too close. Letting someone get close only led to heartbreak. He could give his mate his submission though, but he wouldn’t get too close. He couldn’t go through that again. But he needed his mate. The heat was getting worse and he felt like if he didn’t get a cock in him right the fuck now that he was going to explode. Aaron pulled back away from the incredible kiss. He was panting for breath as he opened his eyes and met Raith’s heated gaze. “Fuck me, mate. Fuck me now.” Aaron growled out, and Raith’s eyes went feral. Aaron grabbed Raith’s shirt and tore it into pieces. The shredded fabric fell off Raith’s body and floated to the floor. Raith turned their bodies and sat Aaron on Micah’s desk. He pulled back and popped the button on his jeans. He lowered the zipper and slid his jeans down his legs. Aaron started ripping his clothes off and tossing them away.

  Raith straightened up after stepping out of his pants and his eyes widened at the sight before him. His mate was lying back on Micah’s desk completely naked. How the hell did he do that so fast? Aaron lay before him leaning up on his elbows, his knees bent, with his feet on the edge of the desk, and his legs spread apart. He looked so wanton, so delectable. Raith stepped up to the desk between his mate’s spread legs and ran his hands slowly up the inside of Aaron’s creamy thighs. His skin was so smooth and soft, like silk, and his beautiful cock was thick and dripping his arousal onto Aaron’s stomach. Raith licked his lips at the sight. He ran his hands up Aaron’s thighs and onto his hips, purposely avoiding his cock. His hands slowly slid up his mate’s flat stomach and slightly muscled chest. He rubbed a thumb over one of Aaron’s nipples and Aaron let out a small moan and dropped his head back.

  “You’re killing me here.” Aaron moaned.

  “What’s the hurry, beautiful boy?” Raith asked with a smirk.

  Aaron’s head popped up, his eyes wide open in surprise and something else. Raith looked into those eyes and saw it, lust, excitement, desire. That’s interesting, Raith thought. “Does that turn you on, mate? Do you like me calling you boy? Is that what gets you off? Is that what you need?” Aaron shuddered under his hand and swallowed. So that’s what he craves? Raith grabbed Aaron’s chin and looked into his eyes. “Tell me, little one, is that what you want? Do you want to be someone’s boy? My boy?”

  Aaron swallowed hard again and tried to turn his head. He didn’t understand what was happening. His whole body lit on fire like never before when Raith called him beautiful boy. What was that? What did that mean? “Answer me…boy,” Raith said gently. Aaron’s eyes shot to Raith’s again at the word. His cock twitched and got even harder. Why?

  “I don’t know,” Aaron whispered in embarrassment.

  “How about we talk about that later? Right now let’s deal with your heat, okay?” Raith asked. He could see his little mate was getting upset. He didn’t want to stress him or embarrass him. Aaron gave him a look of relief and nodded. Raith opened the top drawer of Micah’s desk and took out a bottle of lube. Thank gods, Raith thought. He opened the lube and poured some on his fingers then wrapped his hands around his thick cock. He wasn’t as long as some of the others, like Micah, Gabriel, or Xander, but he was thick. He didn’t want to hurt his little mate so he made sure he spread the lube generously. He poured more lube on his fingers and put the bottle aside. He met his mate’s eyes and saw the fear in his eyes as he looked at Raith’s hard shaft. “It’s okay, sweetheart. I won’t hurt you.”

  “It’s so thick,” Aaron said in wonderment as he c
ontinued to stare at his mate’s monster cock.

  “It’ll fit. We were made for each other. Just lie back, sweet boy,” Raith said as he placed one slick finger at Aaron’s inviting hole. Aaron dropped back fully onto the desk and closed his eyes.

  He couldn’t wait to feel his mate’s monster cock inside him. It was so damn thick, not too long, only about eight inches, but it was so thick. It scared him a little. He was worried that that monster cock would rip him in half. Raith had two fingers inside him before he realized what was happening. He writhed against the cool wood of the desk as his mate stretched him enough to accept his cock. A third finger slid into him and he hissed from the slight pain. Gods, his mate’s fingers felt huge. He started to get nervous again whether he could actually take all of his mate. “Relax, beautiful boy, I’ve got you.” Aaron completely relaxed at the softly spoken command. What the fuck?

  Raith sawed four fingers into his beautiful mate as he watched him writhe against the desk. He could see his mate was struggling with his emotions as to why he liked being called boy. Raith was excited. He had fantasies of having his own boy. He saw a man once with a partner who he called boy and it turned Raith on. The boy was shaven from head to toe and was wearing a G-string and a collar with a leash, as his master walked him around at the fetish club Raith had gone to. He didn’t get too many chances to visit the club, but when he did, he was always drawn to these types of Dom/sub relationships. Not that he wanted to be someone’s master, or have a slave. He wasn’t into the D/s scene, but he loved the look of pure bliss he saw in the eyes of those whose Doms knew what they wanted, what they needed, and gave it to them. He could see that this was something that turned Aaron on, even if he didn’t understand it. Raith would help him with that. He wanted to give his boy that same bliss that he saw in those other boys. Raith leaned forward and licked a path up Aaron’s torso, from his navel to his neck. Aaron moaned so beautifully from the action. He couldn’t wait anymore. He had to get inside his mate. Raith straightened up and pulled his fingers free from Aaron’s stretched hole. He grabbed the base of his cock and placed the head at Aaron’s opening. Raith placed one hand on his mate’s hip to steady him as he pressed forward and the tip of his cock stretched through the tight star. He stopped his forward motion when Aaron hissed out. “Are you okay, boy?” Aaron breathed deep and then nodded his head in answer.

  “Talk to me, Aaron. Are you okay? Do you need me to stop?” Raith asked in concern.

  “No…don’t stop. It feels so fucking good. Please…keep going,” Aaron begged.

  Raith pushed forward slowly. He couldn’t keep his eyes off where he entered his mate. He was mesmerized at the sight of his mate’s hole stretching to accept him. Slowly he continued to push into Aaron, and Aaron came apart under him, moaning, writhing, whimpering. It was beautiful. This confident, in-control man was shattering right in front of his eyes. He was releasing all of his inhibitions, and Raith was there to catch him. He bottomed out inside his mate and took in a quick breath. He never felt anything like this before. Aaron’s hole grabbed onto him as if it never wanted to let him go. His mate’s warm, wet, silky channel felt like it was made just for him. He clamped his eyes closed tight to try to stop himself from coming too soon. Then he heard his mate whimper. His eyes snapped open and went to his mate’s face. Aaron’s eyes were closed, his mouth open, and he was breathing heavy. His face was a mask of pleasure. “Please…” Aaron begged breathlessly. “Please.” Those two softly spoken words did Raith in. He felt like a god. He put that look on his mate’s face. He was giving his mate pleasure. He grabbed onto Aaron’s hips with both hands and started to fuck him. He was rutting against his mate like an animal and he loved it. Aaron must have loved it too because he couldn’t stop moaning louder and louder as his body writhed beneath Raith.

  Aaron’s back arched off the desk as he cried out. It never felt this good in all his life. He had been with a lot of men, but it never felt like this. Raith was marking him from the inside out, he was claiming him with his cock. And what a cock it was. It was so damn thick it felt like he was being stuffed with a two-by-four. He could feel every ridge, every vein of his mate’s massive cock as it rammed in and out of him. He could feel it hit the back wall of his hole as Raith fully entered him. He was losing control. It scared him. He never lost control, but this man, his man was stealing his control and keeping him safe. He felt the truth of his thoughts. Raith would make him lose control, but he would catch him, protect him. He was confused by his thoughts. He only just met this man, but he knew he could trust him. He knew he could let go with Raith.

  And what was with the boy thing? Every time Raith called him boy, it sent delicious shivers through his body and all he wanted to do was give full control of his body over to the wolf. He wanted to kneel at his feet and be commanded by him, owned by him. He had visions in his head of kneeling at Raith’s feet as Raith did normal everyday things, of Raith tenderly petting his head as he kneeled at his feet. He wanted it. He wanted it so bad. His body was on fire at the thought. He craved for Raith to make his thoughts a reality. He needed it like air. He needed something, but what? He was so confused. “Please, Raith. Please,” he begged. Was that his voice begging? He never begged anyone for anything. But he wanted something that he knew only Raith could give him. He just didn’t know what it was.

  Raith started to slam into his mate. He kept a close eye on his mate’s face and saw the struggling emotions cross over his face. He didn’t understand why he wanted what he did. He didn’t understand what he wanted. He begged for Raith to give him what he needed, but he was confused by what it was and why. But Raith would give him what he wanted, what he needed. “Look at me, boy,” Raith said in a low commanding voice. Aaron’s eyes snapped open and he met Raith’s eyes. “I’m going to claim you now, boy. You belong to me. From this day forward you are mine,” Raith said and lowered himself to lay over Aaron. He licked the side of Aaron’s neck where it met his shoulder and then Raith bit into the soft sensitive flesh. His mate’s blood flowed over his tongue and he stopped moving. It was like nothing he had ever experienced before. He saw them both as small children standing in a field. The sun was shining bright, its warm rays kissing their skin. They stood facing each other. They both reached out their hands.

  As their hands touched they grew into teenagers, than adults. They now stood naked, chest to chest. Raith looked down at his small mate with such love and devotion. Aaron looked up at his big mate with the same look in his eyes. Then a bright light spread around them, engulfing them. A golden rope wove around them and the end stuck out, loose, unattached to anything. The bright light exploded and then faded. Raith was back in Micah’s office with his beautiful mate below him. He could feel Aaron’s teeth in his neck. He released Aaron’s neck and licked the bite closed. Then Aaron released him and did the same. Raith turned his head and looked Aaron in the eyes. Aaron had tears in his eyes as he stared back at Raith. “You are mine now, Aaron, and I am yours. Whatever comes next, whatever it is, we’ll face together,” Raith said and claimed Aaron’s lips. He kissed him slowly, tenderly, as he started to snap his hips again. He was almost there and he could tell Aaron was, too.

  His mate kissed him so lovingly, so tenderly that it brought tears to Aaron’s eyes. No one had ever made him feel this way, made him feel wanted and safe, like Raith did. He was falling in love with his mate so quickly and that scared him most of all. He couldn’t let anyone get too close. He just couldn’t. But gods he wanted to with Raith. He wanted to give him everything. His mate was slowly rocking in and out of his body as he tenderly kissed him and he felt completely surrounded by Raith. He felt owned. The familiar tingling started in his spine as his balls pulled up. He was ready, he needed release. “I’m ready, Raith…I’m coming!”

  “Come with me, sweetheart, come now.” Raith growled out and they both exploded at the same time. Raith felt the warm wetness of Aaron’s orgasm as he shot his cum between them. His own release shot out of him w
ith such force, he thought he would go blind. His head spun and he just wanted to keep going. They looked into each other’s eyes as they breathed heavily and tried to get their hearts to slow. “Wow,” Aaron said in awe.

  “Yeah, wow,” Raith agreed.

  Chapter 2

  After they finished claiming each other in Micah’s office, they got dressed and Raith led his mate to his room. They spent the next two days taking care of Aaron’s mating heat. They fucked in every position imaginable, except for Aaron fucking Raith. Raith was definitely the one to take control in the bedroom. Aaron seemed to really like that he did, and Raith loved every minute of it. Raith had come so many times in the past two days he thought he was completely dehydrated. Jesse, gods bless his soul, had food and drinks sent up to their room and left it out in the hall every two hours. They were finally getting some much-needed rest when Micah started pounding on the door.

  “Aaron! Come quick! There’s something wrong with Taylor!” Micah yelled through the door. Raith could hear the panic in his Alpha’s voice, and that scared him. Aaron jumped out of the bed and pushed his legs into some sleep pants. He grabbed a shirt and started racing out of the room, with Raith on his heels, also trying to dress as he ran.

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  Aaron paced back and forth across the kitchen as he mumbled under his breath. His hands were in his hair, grabbing on to the strands tightly. Raith walked into the room from the back hall and stopped. He leaned his hip against the counter and crossed his arms over his chest. He watched his mate pace as he frantically murmured to himself. “It wasn’t your fault, sweetheart,” Raith said.

  Aaron stopped and looked at his big mate with anger in his eyes. “Then whose fault was it, Raith? Huh?” He released his hair and started pacing again.

  “It wasn’t anyone’s fault, Aaron. It just was. You didn’t know that by touching Taylor and Gabriel right after meeting your mate would implant your genes into them and change their DNA. Nobody knew that that sort of thing could happen,” Raith said carefully.