by Stormy Glenn
I quickly grabbed the bodywash and poured some out on my fingers. It wasn’t lube, but it would do in a pinch. I needed to remember to put lube in the bathroom for future use. I doubted this would be the last time we had sex in the shower.
I ran my hands down Henry’s back to grab his ass, gently massaging him.
Damn!
His ass was nice and tight. I couldn’t wait to fuck it.
I caressed Henry’s ass, moving down between his cheeks to the small hole waiting for me. I could feel him tremble as I pushed a finger deep into his ass. No sooner had I pushed a finger in when he began humping his hips back for more.
“You like that, baby?” I asked when I heard a long moan. I pushed two fingers into Henry’s ass, dragging another moan from the man.
Oh yeah, he liked that.
I grinned.
Just wait until I found Henry’s sweet spot. He was going to explode.
I watched eagerly as I stretched Henry, taking special note of what made him squirm. Two fingers seemed to be better than one. After a moment, I inserted a third finger, moving them around together.
“Samson, please.” Henry groaned. “You have to stop. I’m gonna—”
“Okay, baby, I’ve got you.” I pulled my fingers free. “You ready, Henry?” At his quick nod, I pushed into him. I groaned as his tight heat swallowed my cock, encasing it in heaven.
I watched Henry’s eyes as I slowly thrust forward until Henry was fully impaled on my dick. I could see his beautiful brown eyes getting darker with each inch of my cock he took.
Once my body was flush with Henry’s, I paused, savoring the pleasure of being deep within my mate. The tightness of him wrapped around my aching cock was driving me out of my mind.
I grabbed his hips and slowly began thrusting up into his tight body.
Henry groaned as he wrapped his legs around my waist. He lifted his ass higher as he shouted out his pleasure.
“Samson,” Henry moaned as he started riding my cock hard and fast.
I gripped Henry’s ass tightly and pounded into him. His head fell back against the shower wall, and loud groans filled the enclosed space. I wasn’t sure if they came from me or from Henry, and I didn’t really care. The pleasure I received from my mate was beyond anything I had ever experienced except when Henry was in my arms.
Henry looped his hands around my neck, then pulled me down until our lips were pressed together. I moaned into his mouth, my thrusts becoming rapid and ungraceful.
As I felt myself getting closer to release, I turned my head, nuzzling into Henry’s neck.
“Henry, please,” I whispered desperately.
He tilted his head back. I groaned as my canines sank into the soft skin of his shoulder again. He went crazy, crying out as cum exploded out of his cock, splattering us both.
I was in awe of the pleasure clearly ringing in Henry’s cries. I doubted there was another soul on earth as sexy as my mate when the man was aroused.
I groaned and shoved my shaft deep into Henry’s ass. I stiffened. My cock pulsed and thickened, locking me inside of my mate, flooding him with my scent and reinforcing my mating claim.
“Mine,” I whispered as I pressed Henry between me and the wall.
“Yours,” Henry murmured.
The connection between us strengthened, jolting me when it snapped into place. I’d heard of shifters who bonded together on a deeper level, but I never thought I’d be one of them.
I leaned in and claimed Henry’s lips. I was hungry for every taste of the man I could get, every feel. Henry was perfect for me. He was everything I could have dreamed of in a mate and more.
“We need to finish our shower.”
I smiled when Henry grunted and slumped against me. I was glad I’d had a bench seat added when I had the custom bathroom done. Once the knot at the end of my cock receded, I stepped over to the bench and sat down with Henry in my lap.
From where I was, I could easily reach the bodywash and another sponge. It took a little longer than normal to soap both Henry and myself up, and then rinse us off. Knowing Henry had been through hell, I was as gentle as I could be, and that meant going slow.
By the time I turned off the shower and reached for a clean towel, Henry’s head was resting on my shoulder. He wasn’t sleeping, but I didn’t think he was quite awake either.
I dried us both off as best as I could before lifting Henry in my arms and carrying him back into the bedroom. Something shifted in my chest when I laid Henry down in my bed and pulled the covers over him.
That was my mate in my bed.
Mine, no one else’s.
I swallowed tightly.
As much as I believed in mates, especially after watching Shade and Stone find theirs, there had been a part of me that never believed I’d find mine, or that I even had one.
But there he was.
I crawled under the covers and then wrapped myself around my mate’s smaller form, tucking him close to my chest. If anyone tried to get to Henry, they would have to go through me first. No one was hurting Henry again, not on my watch.
I closed my eyes, and drifted off to sleep with the sweet sound of my mate’s heartbeat in my ear.
* * * *
I realized I must have slept a long time considering it looked as if the sun was starting to go down, but it was a little disconcerting to wake up alone. Fear grabbed ahold of me, taking away my ability to draw air into my lungs. I sat up and scanned the room for Henry.
The sound of the shower going returned my ability to breathe. I flopped back against the pillows and covered my eyes with my arm.
I knew the bond between mates was strong. I just had no idea how strong until I had my own mate. In the span of a few hours, Henry had become the center of my universe. I doubted life without him would ever be the same again.
I needed him.
It was as simple as that.
Henry was vital to my existence.
When he said he would spend a lot of time in protective custody, he wasn’t too far off. The mere thought of anything happening to Henry sent chills down my body.
“Hey, you’re awake.”
I lifted my arm and glanced over to find Henry standing in the bathroom doorway, drying his hair. I swallowed hard at the picture he presented. The man was dressed in nothing but one of my short-sleeved shirts, which hung down to mid-thigh on Henry. His cheeks were flushed from the heat of the shower, and his brown eyes sparkled.
“Hey, baby.” I scooted up to lean against the headboard and then held out my hand. Henry tossed the towel into the bathroom before hurrying across the floor and climbing onto the bed.
“You slept a really long time.”
I frowned. “Did you sleep?”
“Oh yeah, I’ve only been awake for a couple of hours.” Henry chewed on his bottom lip for a moment, his fingers plucking at the edge of the blanket. “I was thinking, now that you’re awake, we could go get something to eat.”
“You haven’t eaten?”
“I didn’t want to leave the room without you.”
Considering what Henry had been through, that made sense.
I pointed to the phone. “If you dial zero on the phone, it gets you to the main switchboard. They can transfer the call to the kitchen. You can tell them what you want, and they’ll deliver it right here to the room.”
Henry’s eyebrows rose swiftly. “You have room service?”
I chuckled at Henry’s surprise. “In a way, yes. The kitchen is open to us twenty-four hours a day. I still tend to go downstairs for meals as often as I can, but occasionally, I eat in my room.”
Usually when the sight of the mated couples in the mansion became too much to bear.
Henry’s stomach growled.
I laughed when his cheeks flushed.
“Give me a minute to visit the bathroom, and then we’ll both go get something to eat.”
I also needed to find clean clothes for both of us.
I rolled out of
bed and walked into the bathroom. I didn’t shut the door, but I did push it closed a little bit. I wasn’t ashamed to pee in front of my mate, but there were just some things a man needed to do on his own.
After I was done, I washed my hands. I grimaced when I looked in the mirror. I had lost enough weight that my eyes looked a little sunken and dark. I’d be lucky if that was the only damage I brought away from my time in captivity.
I brushed my teeth and then ran a comb through my hair. I wanted to look somewhat presentable.
Back in the bedroom, I headed for my dresser. It was easy to find clothes for myself. Henry was a different story. He was a good hundred pounds lighter than me, not to mention a foot shorter. I wasn’t sure I had anything he could wear that didn’t require a belt.
I went with a pair of my lounge pants. They had a drawstring waistline. I could roll up the bottoms.
“Here, baby, you can wear these until we can get you some clothes of your own.”
Henry frowned when he held them up to his body. “I’m going to look like a kid playing dress-up in his daddy’s clothes.”
“I’ve never had a single parental thought about you, Henry.” I inhaled Henry’s sweet scent before brushing a kiss over the top of his head. “In fact, my thoughts are fairly un-parental.”
“I should hope so,” Henry mumbled as he pulled the lounge pants up his leg.
I bit my lip to keep from chuckling when the waistline went almost to Henry’s armpits. “Let me help.”
I dropped the waistline to Henry’s waist and then cinched the ties before going down to my knees in front of him. I took just a moment to roll up the pant legs until I could see his feet.
He looked adorable.
I was smart enough not to mention that.
“Hungry, baby?”
Henry’s face brightened. “Starving.”
I held out my hand. “Let’s go eat.”
Walking downstairs to the dining room was one of the highlights of my year. We had been in the dining room the night before—at least, I think it was the night before—but this was different. Before, we had been starving, stinky, and exhausted. Now, we were rested and clean. We were still hungry, but we were not starving.
I could hear voices before we reached the large double doors that led into the dining room. I hesitated for a moment, worried about strangers. I smiled once I recognized each voice.
“I hope there’s enough left for us,” I called out as we stepped through the doorway.
“You’re awake!” Bob jumped up and raced toward us. He stopped just out of reach. It was almost as if he knew he needed to not rush at Henry. “I thought you’d never wake up. You were sleeping forever.”
“We had a lot of lost sleep to make up for.”
“Oh, I know, but I was worried.”
“We’re fine, Bob,” I said. “I promise.”
Henry smiled at the man. “Just hungry.”
Chapter Ten
Henry
Starving.
I was starving.
My stomach was pretty sure my throat had been slit.
If I hadn’t had anything to eat the previous evening, I probably would have been fine, but I had and now my body wanted food.
A lot of it.
I followed Samson to the buffet table and grabbed a plate. I didn’t pile as much food on my plate as he did—because yeah, he was huge—but it was still quite a bit. I figured I could always go back for seconds if I was still hungry after cleaning my plate.
As hungry as I was, I still waited until Samson had started eating before picking up my fork. I had learned that lesson well. I was an omega. I ate last.
“So, I was wondering if I could talk to you,” Bob said as he slid into the chair next to me.
I nodded, my mouth full of food.
“About this baking thing—”
“Bob,” Shade said, “let him eat.”
Bob’s face flushed as he glanced at his mate. “I just wanted to ask what kinds of desserts he knows how to make.”
I swallowed the food in my mouth and then smiled. “I can follow almost any recipe, so if there’s something specific you’re wanting…”
“Chocolate.”
Yeah, we’d covered that part.
“Do you know what kind of chocolate? A cake, a pie, truffles? What?”
Bob’s eyes rounded. “You can make chocolate truffles?”
There was so much awe in his voice, I couldn’t help but laugh. “I make them quite a bit, especially around the holidays. They make great gifts.”
Bob licked his lips before shooting his mate a quick look. I was surprised when he leaned in closer to me and whispered. Did he think anyone sitting around the table couldn’t hear him if he whispered?
We were shifters. We could hear an ant walk.
“Could you make us some chocolate truffles? I’m pretty sure I can find a bottle of champagne around here somewhere. We have this big two-person tub…”
I liked the way this guy thought.
I winked at him. “I’ll see what I can do.”
“That would be so great. Shade spends a lot of time either on assignment or helping Sinclair and the others. Sometimes, we don’t get to spend that much time together. I was thinking I could plan something for just the two of us.”
I patted Bob’s hand. “Not to worry, we can figure something out.”
Assuming the cook here would let me into his kitchen. I knew from experience that some people were very territorial. Cooks could be right up there with alphas.
Alphas…
I swung around to look at Samson. “I need to call my alpha.”
“Of course.” Samson glanced across the table to Sinclair. “Can Henry use your phone? I lost mine somewhere along the way.”
“Sure.” Sinclair smiled as he pulled his cell phone out. “Who’s your alpha?”
“Franklin Darby.”
I swallowed tightly when everything stopped.
“Your alpha is Franklin Darby of the Galveston pride?” Sinclair asked.
“Yes?”
“Fuck me,” Samson whispered.
Sinclair’s eyes pinned on the man. “I told you that would come around to bite you in the ass.”
“Yeah, but how was I supposed to know—”
“Hindsight is twenty-twenty, Samson, and it doesn’t do you a whole lot of good now.”
I leaned toward my mate, feeling totally bewildered by the sudden tension in the air. “What did I say?”
“It’s not what you said, Henry,” Sinclair replied. “It’s who your alpha is.”
I frowned as I turned to look at the man. “Alpha Darby?”
“Samson has a history with the man.”
My jaw dropped.
Samson rolled his eyes. “He got a little upset because I was in his territory without letting him know I was there.”
I gasped. “That was you?”
My alpha had been pissed.
Like, enraged pissed. Punch-a-wall pissed. Throw-his-chair-through-his-office-window pissed.
He had been really upset.
“I was on an assignment. He never should have known I was there in the first place. It was supposed to be covert, but someone smelled me and started asking questions. It was all ridiculous anyway.”
Sinclair turned to me. “Your alpha agreed to let the whole incident drop as long as Samson promised never to enter his territory again.”
Oh damn.
“Well, that’s going to make visiting my parents interesting.”
“I’m sure if we call your alpha and explain the situation, he’ll let us visit.”
I snorted. “You don’t know my alpha.”
“I’ll call him,” Sinclair offered.
“No,” Samson said. “This is my mess. I’ll call him.”
He sounded as if he’d rather have his canines pulled.
“I’m going to go out on a limb here and suggest that I call. I am an omega after all.”
I saw Si
nclair’s lips twitch when Samson growled.
Yeah, I probably should have kept my mouth shut, but I was an omega. That gave me a special ability I doubted Samson had. I could calm someone who was angered, like my alpha the second he learned of who my mate was.
Oh man, Alpha Darby was going to be so pissed.
I winced as I looked at Samson again. “Maybe you should call him.”
One of Samson’s eyebrows went up in a very interesting arc. “Now you want me to call him?”
I nodded vigorously.
Samson rolled his eyes. “One of these days, you’re gonna have to tell me what just went through your head to make you change your mind so quickly.”
Yeah, I’d get right on that.
“Do you still need to call your parents?” Sinclair asked.
“Oh yes, please.” I eagerly took the phone Sinclair held out to me and dialed my parents’ number.
“Hello.”
“Mama, it’s Henry.” Tears sprouted as I listened to the phone click, and then a dial tone. “She hung up on me.”
Why didn’t my mother want to talk to me?
“Maybe you just got disconnected, Henry,” Samson said. “After all this time, it probably came as a shock to hear your voice. She could have dropped the phone.”
“Yeah.” I grabbed onto that thought, because the idea that my mother didn’t want to speak to me was one I didn’t think I could handle.
“Call her again, baby.”
My fingers trembled as I dialed again. “Mama?”
“I don’t know what kind of sick freak you are, but I don’t ever want you to call here again.”
Dial tone.
The tears that had gathered in my eyes spilled down my cheeks as I sat there and stared at the cell phone.
My mother thought I was a sick freak.
“Henry?”
“I…” I glanced up at Samson. “Sh-she called me a sick f-freak. She told me never to call her again.”
“Oh, baby.”
I lost it when Samson gathered me in his arms. I buried my face in his chest and bawled like a baby. It wasn’t romantic like in the movies. I sniffled and rubbed at my nose, leaking all sorts of gross gunk.