by Lynn Hagen
There would be no pain when showing Ian how good sex would be between them.
When Ian’s arms began to flail, Mason used one arm to hold his mate’s thighs up and used the other to grab his mate’s wrist. He gave it a firm squeeze. Ian immediately gave Mason the other free arm.
He held both wrists with his other hand as Mason fucked Ian’s cock with his mouth. Ian pulled at Mason’s hold, but Mason didn’t let go. He knew Ian didn’t want him to let go. The man was testing his boundaries, seeing if Mason would relent. There would be no relenting. Mason had already told his mate that things were going to be done his way.
He wasn’t going to hold back and he wasn’t going to allow Ian to feel unsafe any longer.
Mason gave a sharp growl, giving his mate the added pleasure of the vibrations as well as a warning to stop trying to pull free.
A pulse of heated desire shot through Mason to mount his mate and claim him. But he knew he could hold back. Ian wasn’t ready for full penetration. Besides, tasting his mate was just as pleasurable for him as he knew it was for Ian.
His mate’s balls drew up close to his body, but Ian was still fighting against his release, his head thrashing back and forth. Mason drove Ian’s cock down his throat, sucking him hard, and tightened his hand on Ian’s wrists, all in the same moment.
Ian’s body arched off of the bed, a strangled cry falling from his lips as a harsh burst of seed pulsed down Mason’s throat. He could feel the perspiration on Ian’s skin and knew the man had fought his climax tooth and nail.
But Mason never gave up that easily.
Ian’s body jerked as Mason slowly let the limp cock slip from between his lips, lowering Ian’s legs down toward the bed. His teeth ached to claim Ian, but Mason ground his jaw, pulling control over his jaguar.
As Ian lay there panting, Mason rose to his feet and began to smooth his hands over Ian’s body. Ian’s eyes fluttered opened and then fell to Mason’s groin.
Mason shook his head as his hands roamed over Ian’s still-shaky legs. “Not tonight, Ian. Right now I want you to take a shower so you can sleep better.”
Ian scooted from the bed, took his clothes the rest of the way off, and then wandered into the bathroom.
Mason sat on the edge of the bed, running his hands over his head, wondering…just wondering. He had always longed for a mate. He just had no clue he was going to get one who was so damaged. Leaning his head back, Mason let out a long breath, and that was when he noticed the shower wasn’t running.
Getting up from the bed, Mason strode to the bathroom. The door was ajar, so he pushed it until he saw Ian sitting on the closed toilet seat, staring at his hands.
“I’ve never felt anything like that,” Ian confessed as he continued to stare at his hands.
Not only had Mason brought the man pleasure, but confusion as well. Mason moved into the cramped room, squatting down in front of his mate. Without a word, he pulled Ian’s hands behind his back, shackled his wrists, and then pulled the man forward until Ian was lying against his chest.
“That’s because you’ve never had anyone that cared about you.”
Ian’s eyes were filled with fear and confusion when they flickered up to Mason’s. “And now I do?”
His whisper was soft and hesitant as if Ian had never conceived of the idea, even if he had longed for it. Mason smiled and trailed his fingers down the side of Ian’s face.
“Now you do.”
Neither said a word after that, but Mason could scent his mate’s unease fading. He rested his chin on Ian’s head, taking in the moment, letting his jaguar purr with contentment as Ian gave a small sigh.
Chapter Twenty-One
“It all makes so much sense now,” Freedman said as he held the piece of paper in his hand that Rick had given him. “Your father. Fuck, this is more screwed up than I thought.” Freedman leaned against the wall. “When my team was first given the assignment to kill you, my gut told me it ran deeper than what O’Hanlon was telling me. None of it had made any sense.”
Rick sat there silently, his mind in total chaos. He remembered the man who had raised him clearly, vividly. Never once had Rick felt like he didn’t belong, like he wasn’t Estevez’s son. The man had loved Rick like any father should love his child.
So why hadn’t his parents told him that his father was actually his stepfather? The betrayal hurt deeper than anyone would know. He felt as though his entire childhood was built on lies and deceit. That might be a bit extreme, but not when Rick trusted very few.
Had Isabelle known? Rick wanted to ask her, but not when she was already going through problems with her pregnancy.
“So what do you want to do from here?” Sasha asked as he leaned back in the chair, gazing fixedly at Rick. “Do you feel any familial ties with the man?”
Rick shook his head. “No, and especially not since I know he started a war in order to kill me.” Rick couldn’t fathom how a father wanted his son dead when the situation was in Mason’s lap. But now that he knew the truth, it sickened him to his core. Thousands were dying. Changelings were being hunted down and killed, or experimented on—all for the sake of one man’s plot to take out his son. Rick had never met the man, but he was pretty damn sure he would hate him on sight.
“They had to have had a reason for keeping this from you,” Dorian said as he leaned into Rick’s side. Rick lifted his arm and pulled Dorian closer, needing the anchor.
“Then I say we kill the son of a bitch,” Sasha stated. “If you hold no loyalties to the man, then killing him shouldn’t be an issue.”
It shouldn’t, but Rick wanted some answers before the man died. He held no love in his heart for the human, but wondered what his pack would do when they found out Rick was a half breed. Would that change the minds of the Rebellions who were fighting for him, with him, all around the nation?
“We still need to destroy the other detention centers,” Rick said, although his mind was a million miles away. “We have to free as many of our species as we can. O’Hanlon will still be there in Washington when we are done. Freeing the changelings comes before that man’s death.”
Rick would never call that man his father. No matter the reason his parents withheld this information, Estevez would always be his dad. He knew the man had loved him, and Rick decided right then and there that it was all that mattered to him.
“The two locations are Nevada and New Mexico,” Freedman said as he laid the piece of paper on the dresser. “I can call Jordison and Corrigan back in. Which center do you want to attack first?”
Rick lifted his head, staring at Freedman as he felt the anger inside him begin to mount. He may be O’Hanlon’s biological son, but the man meant nothing to him. If the monster wanted Rick dead, he was going to have one hell of a fight on his hands. “New Mexico.”
Freedman nodded. “New Mexico it is. We’ll head out first thing in the morning.”
Rick needed Nate and Selene. He would have to call his top enforcer and find out how long he would be. Although Rick wanted Edward and Isabelle safe, Nate was the man Rick wanted at his side when he battled the humans.
Everyone except Dorian left Rick’s room. Rick sat there, feeling the anger begin to ease.
“Just because he donated the sperm doesn’t make him a father,” Dorian said. “The man wants you dead. I think we should return the favor.”
Rick chuckled. God, he loved his mate. “You think so, Mr. Bloodthirsty?”
His mate shrugged. “As Sasha pointed out, you hold no loyalties to the man.”
“No,” Rick said as he pulled his arm from around Dorian, “I don’t.”
“But it has to be a head fuck,” Dorian said quietly from beside him. “You don’t know him and you don’t love him, but…damn.”
“Yeah.” Rick nodded. His thoughts exactly.
“So, would a blow job help you forget your troubles for the moment?” Dorian bounced his eyebrows at Rick, making him grin.
“I’m pretty damn sure
it would.” Rick stood, turning to face his mate as he undid his pants and freed his hard erection. “Let’s find out.”
Dorian laughed as he leaned back. “You have to get naked and straddle my face in order to get the full effect.”
“Do I, gatito?” Rick asked playfully.
“Yes, Mr. Marcelo, you do.”
“You know it turns me on when you call me that,” Rick said in a husky tone as he pulled his jeans off.
Dorian licked his lips as his eyes dropped down to Rick’s groin. “Mmm, my district manager wants me to work overtime.”
Rick paused. “You know, sometimes I forget about the life before this war started. I forget that I used to watch you walking around the store whenever I was there, and making me hard as a rock.”
’Dorian’s face lit up with a grin. “I thought you said you would have never talked to me.”
“I wouldn’t have, but that didn’t mean I hadn’t noticed how gorgeous you were.”
Dorian reached up and pulled at Rick’s hips. “You’re talking too much. You are supposed to be slipping me that dick of yours.”
Rick’s eyes hooded as he crawled onto the bed and over his mate. He took his shirt off and tossed it aside, palming his cock. He slid the head across Dorian’s lips, his mate’s tongue chasing the pre-cum that was dripping from the tiny slit.
“Let me paint your lips.”
Dorian grinned at him and then pulled his tongue back in, opening his mouth wider as Rick tapped those beautiful lips with the bulbous head.
A pulse shot through Rick’s shaft when Dorian flicked his tongue out and licked the wet mess from his lips.
Fuck, the man was sexy as hell. He hitched his hips forward, feeding his mate just an inch, and then pulled away. Dorian stuck his tongue out and then placed a hand on Rick’s cock, licking the side from base to tip.
Sweet, agonizing torture.
Dorian’s tongue wiggled at the skin just beneath the head, setting Rick’s heart to pounding as his balls drew up close. The pressure was building too quickly. Rick needed release desperately. He grabbed Dorian’s hair and pumped into his mate’s mouth, his seed spurting down the man’s throat.
Rick slumped forward, but he wasn’t finished. Not by a long shot. He had pent-up frustrations and a need so deep for his mate that his cock was still hard as steel.
“Really?” Dorian asked as he looked at Rick’s erection. “I must be losing my damn touch.”
Rick kissed the side of his mate’s head, running his hands over Dorian’s side. “Or I just can’t get enough of you, gatito.”
Dorian’s Peruvian-brown eyes softened. “I hope you are still saying that in twenty years.”
Rick nuzzled into Dorian’s neck, inhaling his scent. “I’ll always crave your touch, mate.”
“Show me,” Dorian challenged in a rough whisper.
Rick could see his mate panting as he lay back, watching Rick as he came over his mate.
“Challenge accepted.” He could see the need darkening Dorian’s eyes. The scent of his mate’s arousal was a sweet fragrance clinging to the air, making Rick drunk from the powerful aroma. It was a dark honey that caressed over Rick’s skin like a gentle hand, gripping his groin in a carnal fire.
His lips moved to Dorian’s ear, his tongue swirling around it sensually as Dorian seemed to struggle for breath. “I’m going to fuck that tight little ass of yours,” Rick whispered as his lips stroked over Dorian’s collarbone.
Dorian ran his fingers over Rick’s hair, moaning, writhing beneath him. “But you have to get undressed first, gatito.”
His mate looked like he was struggling to think, to understand what Rick had just said. He smiled as he reached down and unsnapped Dorian’s jeans. “Get undressed.”
Dorian jerked around underneath Rick until his pants flew over the side of the bed and his shirt was tossed over his head. Rick chuckled at the desperation in Dorian’s eyes.
His mate shuddered harshly as Rick palmed Dorian’s erection, stroking it a few times before releasing the hard shaft and grabbing the lube from the nightstand drawer.
Rick leaned back, wet his fingers, and then slid two fingers into Dorian’s tight entrance as his free hand curled around his mate’s cock. Rick stroked one hand and plunged his fingers deep with the other.
His mate’s back arched as Dorian groaned, impaling his ass on Rick’s fingers repeatedly. Rick licked his lips as he watched his fingers disappear into his mate’s body. It was such an erotic sight.
His excitement was building to bury his cock deep in his mate’s ass. Rick inserted a third finger, watching Dorian’s eyes flutter closed as he curled his fingers over Rick’s, helping him stroke his mate’s cock.
Rick’s canines elongated. He wanted to bite, to claim, but held back. He would bite his mate when he was cock deep inside the man.
“You have to fuck me, Rick. I’m too damn close.”
Rick slipped his fingers free and lined his cock up, thrusting deep, making Dorian cry out as he clutched at Rick’s shoulders. Rick placed his hands on either side of Dorian’s head as his mate hitched his legs onto Rick’s hips.
“That’s it, gatito. Take all of me.” He slammed into Dorian’s ass on the last word. He needed his mate with a hunger he couldn’t control and didn’t want to control. His thrusts became savage as Rick leaned down and bit into Dorian’s shoulder.
Dorian cried out. Hot cum splashed against Rick’s stomach as he moved inside his mate, the sound of skin colliding ringing out in the small motel room. Hard and fast, he slammed into Dorian’s ass, driving himself to the edge of madness and beyond.
He could feel his eyes shifting, glowing as his canines sank deeper. Dorian pushed up into each driving thrust, crying out Rick’s name.
Rick moved changeling fast, his hips thrusting at lightning speed as he was driven mad with his mate’s body. As his climax hit, Rick pulled his canines free and howled out his release, burying his cock so deep that their flesh molded together. His seed spurted inside his mate’s hot, tight ass, draining Rick of all his energy.
Dorian went limp, his eyes closing as he licked his lips. “Now that was taking your mind off of things.” His mate sighed and Rick nuzzled the mating mark as he pulled his cock free.
He curled his body around Dorian’s and pulled his mate close, holding on to him as the euphoric feeling lingered just beneath Rick’s skin.
He knew that in twenty years he would still want Dorian just as much as he wanted the man now. Because there was no way in hell these feelings would ever dissipate.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Ian fidgeted with his pants as Mason took a seat by the window. He really wasn’t used to wearing clothes, and they felt as though they were constricting his skin.
“Hands behind your back,” Mason ordered.
Ian almost sighed at Mason’s commanding tone as he placed his hands behind his back. The clothes were still irritating as hell but he’d do whatever he had to do to keep Mason talking to him like that.
“We need to have a talk.”
Ian stiffened. Was Mason going to tell him that what Ian needed was too much? Ian knew he wouldn’t be able to handle the rejection. He finally had some hope to cling to. If Mason tossed him aside, Ian wasn’t sure what he was going to do. The man was becoming Ian’s world. It was something totally unexpected, but Ian knew he would fight to keep Mason in his life. The man was good to Ian, and Ian didn’t want to lose that.
“I want to talk to you about what’s going on between us.”
“O–Okay.” Ian felt his body begin to shake with fear, but he used long-time practice to hold every muscle in place.
“First,” Mason said as he relaxed back in his seat, “we need to talk about a contract.”
Ian glanced up at Mason, although it was still hard for him to make eye contact. He wasn’t used to boldly looking a Dom in his eyes. His thoughts went back to what the jaguar had said and knew that what Mason had said wasn’t what Ian had expe
cted to hear. He almost collapsed with relief. “A contract?”
Mason nodded. “I want things clear between us so there is no guessing what the other person needs. A contract states my rules and your boundaries. It keeps both of us safe. It means I’m not going to use you, abuse you, and then toss you out. I have a responsibility to take care of you. The flip side of that is that you have a responsibility to let me know what your boundaries are. It states what your safe word is and that it’s okay for you to use your safe word if I go beyond those boundaries.”
It took a second for Ian to catch on to what Mason was saying because Mason was telling Ian everything he had always wanted to hear.
It didn’t seem real.
The ache inside of him to belong was so strong now that Ian wasn’t sure he could speak. Mason was setting rules, something Calico and Newman had never done before. The man sitting in front of him with such a relaxed pose was taking this seriously. Ian was terrified that he would wake up at any moment and realize he was still in the club, dreaming. “So what are your rules?” Ian asked as he tried his best not to fidget. Excitement was building inside of him at what Mason was handing Ian, and he felt the happiness—and a little apprehension—bubbling inside of him.
Raw confidence seemed to surround Mason in a thick, powerful blanket as he spoke. His words were sure, even, and he didn’t hesitate, not once. “I make the decisions. I make the rules. Your only duty is to follow my rules and my orders—no one else’s.” Mason paused for a moment, as if he were letting Ian soak in what he was saying before he went on.
“Essentially I’m the center of your universe. It’s going to take a little while for you to understand my wants and needs. You’re going to make mistakes. I expect that. But I also expect you to try your hardest to follow my rules.”
Ian cocked his head, pulling in everything Mason had just said and sifting through it slowly. “If this is all about you, then why should I sign a contract?” Ian felt his body coil tightly when Mason leaned forward. The predator in him could be seen shifting behind the man’s light-blue eyes. It was like nothing Ian had ever seen before. The power seemed to flow over the man’s skin, under it, and all around him. For a moment he wondered what kind of hell he had gotten himself into.