Emery’s parents joined them and shifted back as Wyatt and Marisela swam over. Marisela shifted, then gave Emery, Sean, Joseph, and Louise hugs.
“Thank you so much,” she said with tears in her eyes and her voice choked with emotion. “I finally feel like I have a family again.”
“You do,” Emery assured her. “You’re part of our family. You never have to worry again. And Goddess help anyone who tries to fuck with one of our family.”
“True, dat,” Wyatt said, giving him a high five. “True dat.”
It was nearly 3:00 a.m. by the time they returned home after ensuring all the attendants had returned safely to land. Sean thought Emery might want to take a rain check on the nookie, but apparently not.
“Oh, I’m game for a romp.” He grinned. “Okay, I’ll admit, not one like we had last night, but I saved you a little energy.”
He grabbed Sean and dragged him into the shower. “I know exactly what I want,” he said.
Sean handed him a bottle of lube before he turned on the water. “Funny. I know exactly what I want.”
“And what do you want?”
He grinned. “I want your nice, thick cock plowed up my ass.”
“Well, imagine that. I want to plow my nice, thick cock right up your ass. Perfect.” He wrapped his arms around Sean and kissed him, hard, nipping and sucking and grinding his hips against him.
Sean responded, softly moaning, his cock pressing hard against Emery’s hip. “Perfect,” he said. His cock throbbed, chiming in with its opinion about also wanting some action. “Then I want to bend you over and plow your ass.”
“Again, it’s like you read my mind.” He grinned as he slicked himself, slowly stroking, meeting Sean’s gaze as he teased him. “This.” He squeezed the shaft, just behind the head. “In you. Hard and fast and deep. You’re right, it’s a good thing I can’t get you pregnant. I enjoy having my cock inside you too much.”
“No duh.” He turned around and bent over, spreading his legs and grabbing his ass cheeks. “Now fill me up, buttercup.” He moaned as Emery speared his tight ring of muscle with a lubed finger.
“Right there,” Emery said, turning, probing, taking his time. Then he swiped his finger over Sean’s gland. “And there’s the sweet spot.”
“Dude,” he gasped, “that’s so not fucking fair. Don’t make me come yet.”
Emery pulled out his finger, added more lube, and then inserted two. He laid the lube on Sean’s back and held on to his hip. “They say mates settle down after a few months. Somehow, I think it’s going to take a while longer than that.”
Sean only moaned in response. Emery scissored his fingers inside Sean’s tight channel, loosening him.
“Just think, maybe I Alpha fuck you enough, I’ll be able to start fisting you.” He added a third finger and now started fucking Sean’s ass with his hand, hard and fast. “Just think of all the fun I could have that way.”
“I’d buy a bunch of large butt plugs,” Sean muttered. “They make ones for fisting, you know. Then you could also feel the joys of it.”
Emery paused, his fingers buried to the knuckles and tightly fisted by his muscles. “Now that’s not actually a bad idea. Fair’s fair, I guess.” He slowly twisted his fingers again until he found Sean’s gland. “I could be mean and just milk one right out of you now, couldn’t I?”
“You could. But remember, payback’s a bitch and so am I.”
He slowly removed his fingers and lightly slapped Sean’s ass. “And I love every bit of you.” He pressed the engorged head of his cock against Sean’s rim, pausing after it popped through the ring of muscle. “Oh, yeah, baby. And I love that sweet, deliciously tight ass.”
Sean let go of his ass cheeks and braced himself against the wall. “It won’t stay tight if you pull that titanic cock on me too often.”
Emery slowly worked himself deeper into Sean’s ass, an inch at a time, making gentle progress before withdrawing a little until Sean was finally bouncing back and fucking himself onto Emery’s cock.
“Oh, yeah,” Emery whispered. “Just like that.”
“Oh, my god, just shut up and fuck me.”
“Really?” He grabbed Sean and, without pulling out, got him down on his hands and knees on the shower floor. “You want it, you got it.” He held onto his hips and did just that, fucked Sean hard and fast, his thighs slapping against Sean’s with each stroke.
“Oh, fuck yeah! Just like that,” Sean said.
* * * *
Emery knew he couldn’t keep that pace up forever without blowing his wad too soon. He wanted to enjoy it. He also knew he didn’t have enough energy to do a partial shift the way he had the night before. He’d likely screw up and shift all the way.
He didn’t want to be flopping around on his shower floor as a dolphin.
“Then you better hold it and not come if you want to fuck my ass,” he warned Sean through gritted teeth. “Hold on and enjoy being ridden.”
Sean dropped his head onto his arms and moaned, trying to keep up and fuck himself back against Emery and eventually giving up.
“That’s it,” Emery said. “You just let me ride this ass. It belongs to me anyway.” He lightly slapped Sean’s ass several times for emphasis. “Now I wish I had fucked you out there tonight. We wouldn’t have been the only ones doing it, either.”
It was that thought that pushed Emery over the edge. He let out a cry as he sank deep into Sean’s ass one last time, holding himself there as his balls emptied into his lover.
Sean, however, didn’t hold still. He kept wiggling against Emery, his own desire not sated.
Emery pinned him in place with a hand between his shoulders. “Stay right there,” he said. “I’ll say when I’m done.”
Sean chuckled, but stopped moving.
Only when Emery felt his cock finally stop throbbing and begin to soften did he pull out and sit back on his ass on the shower floor.
Sean turned, a grin on his face and his cock hard and bobbing in front of him. “Damn, you’re a little possessive tonight, aren’t you?”
“Problem with that?”
“No.” Before he could process it, Sean had tackled him, grabbing his nipple ring and lightly twisting. “Because I’m about to do the same to you.” He kissed Emery, grabbing his lower lip between his teeth and pulling, still twisting the nipple ring.
Emery whimpered.
Sean looked down at him. “Stay right there,” he ordered, his tone every bit as dominant as he knew his own had been the night before.
Sean reached for the tube of lube. Then he grabbed Emery’s legs and flipped them up and back. “Hold your knees,” he ordered.
Emery did.
Sean grinned as he squirted lube down the seam of his ass. “Oh, yeah. That’s what I wanted.” He teased him for a moment, massaging Emery’s rim with his finger before finally breaching. With his other hand, he reached between Emery’s legs and grabbed the nipple ring again.
Emery’s eyes fell closed. He felt his cock twitch with interest.
“You can’t hide that,” Sean said. “And open your eyes and look at me.”
Emery did.
Sean smiled. “Yeah, you watch me while I loosen this ass.” He let go of the nipple ring only long enough to squirt more lube onto his hand before adding a second finger.
Then he grabbed the nipple ring again. “I’ll have to go shopping,” he told Emery. “Find a couple of butt plugs that are the size of your Alpha bull cock. Make you wear one while you’re using that weapon of ass destruction on me.”
Emery snorted. “You would, wouldn’t you?”
“Better believe it.” He found and teased Emery’s gland, stirring his cock’s interest again.
“And there we go.” He added a third finger. By the time he was done playing, he had Emery’s ass loosened and his cock almost completely hard. “Perfect.”
Sean fed his cock into Emery’s dark hole, “Keep those knees up.” He pinned Emery on the shower flo
or. Emery stared up at Sean, those amazingly sweet brown eyes of his.
He knew spending the rest of his life loving Sean was a perfect way to spend his life.
Sean’s eyelids fluttered as he buried himself to the hilt inside Emery. “Oooh, fuck yeah. That’s what I’m talking about.” He started fucking Emery, slowly at first, then gradually picking up speed.
“Can you reach your cock?” Sean gasped.
He wiggled a hand between them and grabbed it.
“Good. Pound your meat for me. Come with me.”
In that angle, it was like Sean’s cock drove right across his gland with every stroke, intensifying the pleasure and pulling him closer to climax.
Emery stroked his cock, speeding up, timing it to match Sean’s movements.
Sean’s mouth curved into a sweet smile. “You’re gonna come for me, aren’t you?”
“Yeah!”
“Then you better do it quick.”
Emery’s hand sped up, feeling that familiar climb begin.
Then Sean grabbed his nipple ring again.
The explosion made Emery gasp. His cum shot out of his cock, splashing against his belly and Sean’s as he milked it.
“There…you…go!” Sean fell still, breathing heavily but a sated smile on his face. “And now we both really need a shower.” He sat back. “And I think maybe now I can get some sleep.”
Emery laughed, which turned into a yawn of his own. “Sorry, babe. I really thought I had more in me than that tonight.”
“No worries.” They both climbed to their feet. “I might be able to keep my cock out of your ass until tomorrow night now.”
After showering and drying off, they snuggled tightly together. “I think the events are finally catching up with us,” Sean mumbled, sleep already overtaking him. “And you know what’s worse?”
“What?”
“Now we have a house we have to decorate.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
“What about this one?” Emery asked.
“No.”
“This?”
“Nope.”
Sean heard Emery’s barely constrained sigh. They’d been at this for nearly twenty minutes already. “This one?”
“Uh, that’s a fuck no.”
Emery put down that chip and held up the next one in front of the kitchen walls. “Well?”
Sean grinned. “I’m just fucking with you. I liked the first one best. I was playing with them last night. I wanted to see what they all looked like in daylight to make sure.”
Emery arched an eyebrow at him. If everything went according to schedule, their cabinets would be installed sometime in the next three weeks. They’d already ordered the appliances, and were still waiting for the painting to be finished so they could order carpet for the upstairs bedrooms and have the tile installed in the first level.
This year, Thanksgiving dinner would be held up in Sarasota, at Joseph and Louise’s house. Sean and Emery’s house wouldn’t be finished in time, and their rental wasn’t large enough to comfortably cram everyone into it. Hopefully, Sean and Emery would be able to host Christmas dinner. It would be a tight two-week window to get moved in, settled, and finish little odds and ends, but it was doable if the construction schedule kept pace.
And his mom was happy to offer her help in any way they needed.
Sean didn’t think it was any coincidence she’d left brochures about adoption carefully salted around both their rental property and here, in places Sean would be sure to find them.
At least she finally seemed more at peace with everything. She no longer nervously tittered if they discussed dolphin issues around her.
She was also helping Louise plan Olivia’s baby shower, something Olivia herself had asked Emery and Sean about.
He loved his sister-in-law for her sensitivity and generosity to include his mom in the events.
He also loved how Olivia and Brad had started referring to his mom and dad as Aunt Helen and Uncle Sam, as had Christopher and Suzanne.
Sean strongly suspected when it came time for Suzanne’s baby shower that his mom would be included in those plans as well.
Now if they could just survive the construction process. Ground wouldn’t be broken for their new pool until after New Year’s at the earliest, so Sean and Emery had decided they would keep the rental house. Since their new house wasn’t costing them anything, they could use the rental’s pool, as well as use it as a guest house for visitors.
Wyatt and Marisela had even inquired about borrowing it from time to time, to use the pool for private nakey time. A use it already received quite a bit from Sean and Emery.
Sean wondered how long it would be until those two made an announcement of their own.
Joseph had used his contacts to secure forged identification for Marisela, making her a citizen of the United States and allowing her and Wyatt to get married the weekend after the superpod. Sean wasn’t quite clear on the details why, but Emery had told him Wyatt wasn’t telling his family, especially his mom, about the union just yet.
But Wyatt and Marisela had made every full-moon swim and hunt since then, both of them appearing to be happy and devoted to each other.
Emery put down the sample chips and grabbed Sean. “You’d better watch it or I’ll Alpha-fuck your ass right here and now.”
He snickered. “That’s a threat?” He adopted Wyatt’s Cajun drawl. “Naw, don’t throw me in the briar patch!”
Emery kissed him. “You’re too much. And that’s why I love you.”
Sean grinned. “I’m kind of glad I’m not a girl.”
Emery frowned. “Why’s that?”
“Because at this rate, you would have already knocked me up, and I suspect you would have kept me that way pretty continuously for a long time.”
Emery smiled. “I saw the brochures.”
“Yeah.”
Emery pulled him close again. “Do you feel like talking about it?”
“Not right this minute, no.” He nuzzled his face along the crook of Emery’s neck. “Let’s wait until Suzanne has her baby, okay? Then we’ll start talking about it. Seriously talking about it. If we even want to be talking about it by then. Watching Olivia and Brad with twins might totally cure us of the parenthood bug.”
Emery chuckled. “True. There is that.”
“Deal?”
He kissed the top of Sean’s head. “Deal.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
As he collapsed onto their bed, Sean felt like the weight of the world had lifted from his shoulders. Their first night spent in their home, the new one on the key.
Finally.
The last several weeks had been a blur of activity, between getting the house ready, dealing with the new responsibilities of being a pod Alpha’s mate, the holidays, and even Emery’s unexpected trip to Louisiana shortly after Thanksgiving to help Wyatt deal with a situation there that neither man wanted to talk about in front of Sean.
Something Sean was okay with not knowing for now, because he suspected he didn’t really want to know the details.
Tonight, Sean knew they could relax and just chill until they had to get back to work tomorrow morning preparing the house for everyone coming over for Christmas dinner on Saturday.
Well, relax and chill until Emery climbed on top of him in their bed and sucked Sean’s cock into his mouth.
Leaving his own dangling tantalizingly within reach above Sean’s mouth.
Sean reached up, grabbed Emery’s ass, and pulled him down on top of him. Emery’s cock went from semi-chub to full woody as Sean wrapped his lips around it.
“That’s it, babe,” Emery thought through their mate-bond. “That’s what I wanted.”
Sean didn’t bother replying. His eyes dropped closed. All he wanted to do was feel and be. To let the entire world disappear outside their bedroom for a little while while he basked in the comforting warmth of Emery’s flesh.
His man.
His mate.
H
is love.
His husband in everything except technical legal designation.
He loved everything about this man, from the way Emery’s voice seemed to rumble through the core of Sean’s soul, even down to the way it felt rubbing his nose against his lover’s sac as he deep-throated him.
“The magickal and mundane”. The simple and the sinfully sexy.
Everything.
Emery appeared in no rush, taking his time, stoking Sean’s internal furnace, playing with him, making love to him with his mouth.
Emery cupped his sac in one hand and encircled Sean’s cock with the fingers of his other. Then he laved his tongue over Sean’s balls, licking, nibbling, sucking, before going back to lick pre-cum pearling at the slit of his cock. Back and forth for long, languorous minutes, all the time in the world tonight to enjoy each other.
Sean tasted Emery’s pre-cum, hot and sweetly tangy, as he coaxed it from his lover’s cock and rolled it down his tongue. Something else he could do forever, lie here with this man, never bored with him.
He lost track of time as they loved each other, no rushing tonight, knowing tomorrow they could sleep as late as they wanted, and probably would. They had already bought all their Christmas ornaments and lights and would put the tree up tomorrow.
It felt good to leave urgency behind them for a change.
He’d damn sure savor every second of it.
Emery lifted his head, letting Sean’s cock escape from his mouth with a wet plop. “Hold on.”
“Huh?” But Emery had dashed out of the room. He came back with a plastic shopping bag and a couple of towels and returned to the bed. “I meant to have these ready in the drawer and forgot.” He pulled out two large butt plugs. Not nearly as large as the ass assassin, as Sean sometimes called it, but generous.
Emery also pulled two tubes of lube from the bag and handed one to Sean. “Now, where were we?” He climbed back onto Sean and started working lube into his ass.
Sean moaned. It took him a moment to remember he was supposed to be doing the same to Emery. He finally managed to get the tube open and thoroughly slick the butt plug. Then he worked on lubing and loosening Emery’s ass.
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