by Maggie Walsh
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A tear slipped from Raffy’s eye and trailed down his cheek from Christian's words, but more from the knowledge that everything Christian said was the truth. He could see it in his eyes, hear it in his voice. Fate had truly blessed him by making this man for him. But for how long would Christian wait for him? If he couldn’t move forward and be with his mate in all ways, how long would it take for Christian to stop loving him and walk away?
“I like being with you, too, Christian. And…I…love you, too,” he said shyly as more tears began to roll down his cheeks.
“Then why are you crying?” Christian asked, and wiped Raffy’s tears away.
“Because I don’t know when I will be ready to give you more. Or if I will ever be able to give you more and I don’t want to lose you. But I have no right to ask you to wait for me. It wouldn’t be fair of me,” Raffy said on a soft sob.
“Oh, angel. I’m not going anywhere,” Christian said, and wiped more of his tears away.
“But surely a man as pretty and sexy as you are has certain needs. Needs that I don’t know if I can satisfy for you. You’ll grow tired of waiting for me, you’ll leave, and I will understand,” Raffy said in defeat.
Christian took Raffy’s head between his hands and brought their faces within inches of each other. “Now you listen to me, mate. You are the perfect man for me, I know it. I feel it to be true and not just because fate made you perfect for me, but because just getting to know you has made me see how amazing you are and make me want you for the rest of our days. Fate may make our perfect mates for us, but that doesn’t mean instant love. And I, Christian Angel, have fallen head over heels in love with you, Raphael Angel. I will wait for you because I love you. What you need and want is important to me. Your happiness and safety are important to me. I am not going anywhere. Do you hear me? I am yours, angel. I belong to you and I will wait for the rest of my life for you if that’s what you need,” Christian said with conviction.
He closed the distance between them, pressed his lips to Raffy’s, and kissed him. Raffy took in a quick breath at the action but instantly relaxed. A jolt of electricity and heat raced through his body and his cock got hard. Christian felt so good against him, but it wasn’t enough, he wanted more. For the first time in a very long time he wanted to feel skin on skin. He wanted to know what it would feel like to have his mate’s weight on top of him as their bodies slid together in abandon. His eyes closed from the pure ecstasy of the kiss and his head started to spin. He grabbed onto the front of Christian’s shirt and held on. He didn’t want the kiss to stop, he wanted more. And Christian gave it to him. He suddenly felt Christian’s warm wet tongue run across his lips and it sent a delicious shiver down his spine. Without realizing, he parted his lips, giving his mate silent permission to continue.
Christian’s lips were so warm and soft and he teased his tongue against his own. And sweet mother of fate, his mate tasted so manly and delicious. Every cell in Raffy’s body came to life and he just wanted this moment to go on forever. He wanted more with this man and suddenly that thought scared him. Not because he didn’t want the forever with him or that he thought Christian would ever hurt him, but because he wasn’t afraid. For the first time since he had been rescued, he wasn’t afraid of the thought of someone taking him. He wanted it. He wanted it so bad. Visions of him on his knees in front of Christian as he took his mate into his mouth started to form in his mind.
He wanted to do that for his mate. He wanted to give him everything. Then the vision shifted and he saw himself standing in the middle of the room wearing a tight white corset that lay just below his nipples. He had on a white G-string and white garter belt with little red bows over the snaps that held up his white, thigh-high stockings, and he wore a pair of red high heels. He envisioned Christian walking into the room and looking at him with lust-filled eyes. Then he dropped to his knees in front of his mate and drew his hard cock out from behind his straining zipper. He licked his tongue over Christian’s weeping hole and…
He jolted back from the vision, breaking the kiss. Raffy quickly looked down in embarrassment. He had come in his sleep pants just from the vision of him in his sexy outfit while sucking his mate. Christian kissed the top of his head and then lifted his chin. Hesitantly he met his mate’s eyes and was shocked to not see disgust, but happiness and lust.
Christian smiled at him and he melted. “Thank you, my angel,” Christian said so tenderly it brought tears to Raffy’s eyes.
“For what?” he asked nervously.
“For giving me the best Christmas present I have ever received,” Christian said, and then kissed him on the lips again, quickly but gently.
“But I didn’t get you anything.”
“Yes you did, sweetheart. You just let me kiss you and taste you. And your orgasm made me feel like a king. That I could give you that pleasure with only a kiss, it was beautiful. You are beautiful,” Christian whispered, and ran his thumb across his cheek.
“But…” He looked down. “I’m so embarrassed,” he said as he felt his cheeks heat up.
Christian lifted his head again. “You have nothing to be embarrassed about, angel. It was truly spectacular. I think I’m addicted to you, mate. May I ask for one thing, though? It’s okay if your answer is no, I’ll understand. But, may I hug you?” he asked hesitantly.
Raffy realized he wanted that, too. He wanted to feel Christian’s arms around him. He nodded his approval. Christian removed the tray from his lap and slid closer. Then he wrapped his strong, powerful arms around Raffy’s shoulders and drew him closer. Without thought or hesitation, Raffy’s arms wrapped around Christian’s waist and he rested his head on his mate’s muscled chest. It felt good. It felt safe. It felt like he was home. Raffy closed his eyes and just enjoyed the feeling of being surrounded in the safety of Christian’s embrace.
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Christian stood under the spray of his cold shower. It was sad to say, but he was getting used to taking cold showers. It had been a little over a week since he had kissed his mate and made the beautiful man come in his pants, and since he got to hold him in his arms. He closed his eyes from the memory, envisioning the moment. He hummed deep in his chest as the sensation of feeling his mate wrap his arms around him, too, came back to him. It was the single most pleasurable moment of his life.
But it hadn’t lasted as long as he wanted. They sat there holding each other for about fifteen minutes before they were interrupted by Raffy’s brothers knocking on the door so they could wish him a Merry Christmas. They then went back to their normal routine. There was no more hugging or kissing. There was hardly any touching at all. Christian sighed from the loss of closeness with his mate. Raffy tasted amazing and Christian knew that he was ruined for anyone else. Even if Raffy could never find it within himself to move forward and share his body with Christian, he would never be with another. He would never even look at another. Raffy was it for him, and if this was all they could share then this is what he accepted.
Of course he wanted more with his mate, but he would find a way to be content with just being in his life. He left it up to Raffy to make any moves or demands on their relationship, but the little omega hadn’t made one move or even showed any desire to share another intimate moment in over a week. It saddened Christian, but then he remembered what his mate had been through and he chastised himself for having selfish thoughts. Raffy needed him to be strong, not demanding. He turned off the water and stepped out of the shower.
Christian walked into his bedroom and started to dress when he heard the call in his head from his Alpha. Aaron was missing and he wanted everyone to search every corner of the house. He quickly shoved his feet in his boots and headed out the door as he pulled his T-shirt over his head.
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Raffy slowly opened his eyes and smiled as he remembered the wonderful dream he had just awoken from. He was dressed like a catholic school girl with the white button-down shirt and the pleated plaid
skirt. He wore white knee-high socks and patent leather black shoes. His hair was pulled back in a low pony at his nape and flowed down his back. He walked into the kitchen of the pack house and found his mate sitting at the table. Christian looked up and their eyes met. Christian’s eyes heated up and filled with want and lust. He slowly stood and walked toward Raffy, stopping in front of him.
“You look ravishing, my angel. I just want to bend you over the table, lift up that skirt, and fuck you until you can’t walk. Then I’ll take you up to our room and do all kinds of wicked things to you,” Christian whispered gruffly in his ear. Then he licked the shell of his ear, and it sent a shiver racing through him.
“Yes, my mate. Take me,” Raffy answered breathlessly.
Christian grabbed the back of his neck and smashed their lips together. The kiss was so hot, so feral. He loved it and so did his wolf. His wolf whined from the show of dominance and begged for more.
“More, Christian, please,” he begged against his mate’s lips. He was an omega and omegas were truly submissive. He liked being submissive to his man. He reveled in it.
Christian released his lips and picked him up. He walked Raffy to the table and placed him on his feet. “Turn around,” his mate commanded, and Raffy complied. He turned toward the table and then felt Christian’s hand in the center of his back. “Lie over the table, mate,” Christian said, and pushed Raffy down until his torso lay flat. Christian came up behind him and rubbed his hard length against the crease of his ass, and Raffy moaned from the contact. He wanted his mate’s long thick length inside him. He wanted to feel the heat of his mate’s hot cock sliding in and out of him.
“Please, my mate. Please take me. Take what is yours,” Raffy said on a moan.
Christian lifted his skirt and rubbed his big hand along Raffy’s globe. “I love when you go commando under a skirt. It makes for such easy access to your amazing ass.” Christian’s voice was low and husky. Raffy shivered at the sound of it. Christian was losing control and it was all because of him. He made his mate like this and that made him feel so powerful. “And what is this, my angel?” Christian asked as he twisted the butt plug that Raffy had inserted in his hole.
“I want to always be ready for you, mate. Please, Christian…I need to feel you inside me,” he begged.
“Anything you want, my mate,” Christian said, and slid the plug from his body. A moment later he felt the blunt, leaking tip of Christian’s cock at his opening and he moaned. “Is this what you seek, angel? Do you want my long, hard cock buried deep inside you?” Christian’s voice was deeper with need.
“Yes, my mate. Please fuck me,” Raffy whimpered.
Christian pushed forward and the tip of his cock slipped inside him. He clenched his muscles around the invading shaft and Christian cried out behind him. “Fuck!...Angel!...So fucking good.” Christian slid further inside him and didn’t stop until Raffy felt his mate’s balls slap against his. The sensation was delicious. He loved feeling his mate inside him, but he also loved feeling his ball sac slap against his own. Christian grabbed his hips and started to rut against him. Raffy spread his feet further apart and relaxed his body, giving himself over to his mate completely.
Christian picked up the pace of his thrust’s and started to slam into him. Raffy writhed and squirmed under his mate. His cries of pleasure and moans grew louder the harder and faster Christian took him. He wanted to stay just like this forever. He felt his balls tighten up against his body and a zap of heat shot down his spine. He couldn’t hold it back, his orgasm was racing to come out. Christian slapped his ass and Raffy cried out as he shot his creamy ropes out onto the floor under the table. Then he felt his mate shoot his release deep inside him. He felt Christian’s cock grow and pulse as another shot hit him deep. Then the weight of his mate’s body lay on his back as Christian panted against his neck.
His eyes opened and his hole clenched from the memory of his dream. He stretched out his body and rolled to his side. He wanted Christian. He wanted to feel his mate inside him, but Christian hadn’t touched him since that kiss on Christmas. He loved when they sat there on the bed holding each other. He felt so safe and warm, but then his brothers knocked and they pulled apart and Christian hadn’t touched him since.
His heart fell and pain started as he thought about Christian not wanting him. The man said he would wait for Raffy, but he was getting a sinking feeling that his mate no longer wanted him.
Then Raffy smelled a horrible scent. He sniffed the air and his eyes flew open at the smell of rotting eggs and matches. “Demons,” he whispered. Raffy threw the covers back and jumped from the bed. He needed to warn Micah. If demons were in the house they could all be in terrible danger. Demons could walk through walls unnoticed. They could go anywhere they wanted, whenever they wanted and they could be invisible when they did it. He ran for the door and opened it. He ran out into the hallway, down the stairs, and around the corner, but he stopped when he heard all the voices in the kitchen.
He froze. He couldn’t get his feet to move. He was so afraid of being around a lot of people. Not just from his captivity but from his life before. His father was so disgusted with him when he had his first shift and they found out he was an omega. Until that time his father and brother Michael had always showed him love. The three of them did everything together. Then he shifted and everything changed. His father and brother never wanted to be around him after that. They moved him from his big comfortable room upstairs, to a small room off the kitchen. They then fired the woman who came in and did all the cooking and cleaning and made Raffy do it from then on. He cried a lot over losing the relationship he once had with his father and brother and wished that his mother hadn’t died when she gave birth to him.
He was so alone then. He had to do all the chores around the house and was only allowed out when he had to shop or run errands for them. His old friends started to ignore him or be mean to him. Many a time he came home late from his outings because someone who he once considered his friend had stopped him and beaten him up, calling him a disgusting omega. And then his father would lock him in his room for hours because he was late. He hated being around people after that, even though he was so lonely.
Then his father and brother started telling him about his two brothers Gabriel and Castiel, and what a disappointment they were to the family name, just like he was. They had never told him that he had two other brothers before that. He wondered if they were omegas, too, and if Father had sent them away. He was afraid of going out into the world on his own, but if Father wanted to send him away, too, it was okay with him. He would welcome anything that would get him away from them. Boy was he wrong.
Then Michael died in the pack war and Father got worse. He started to beat on Raffy a lot and depend on him more. Then one day his father found him dressed in a skirt and a pair of women’s high heels and beat him so bad he ended up in the infirmary. Seeing as they were wolves and could heal rather quickly, that said a lot about the severity of his injuries.
All his life, whenever he saw a skirt or high heels or women’s undergarments, he always felt drawn to them. He wanted to touch them and feel them against his skin. He never understood why and fought it for so long, but the more he was alone the more he thought about it. One day he saw the cutest guy he had ever seen walk into the general store and his cock got as hard as a rock. He read everything he could to try to find out about what it meant, but the only thing he found was in the bible and it said it was a sin. So he pushed those feelings down and tried not to think about it.
Right before Michael died, he was coming home from an errand and he heard a strange moaning sound coming from the barn. He crept up to see what was making that sound, and he found Michael with his dick in someone’s mouth. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He crept closer and watched as the person on their knees sucked Michael’s shaft and then Michael went rigid and shot his cream down the person’s throat. This person stood up and Raffy was shocked to see it wa
s a man. He was on the small side and looked greasy and sleazy. Michael drew the man close and kissed him. He never saw that man again until one day a few years after Michael died, the greasy man walked into his house and his father started to disappear in the basement with him.
They started doing experiments and then they started doing them on Raffy. The man was a witch and he knew how to make these strange serums. Then one day his father tied him up and gave him to this man and Nigel Brighton. That’s when he disappeared for five years.
He shook the memories away and took a deep breath. He needed to tell Micah about the demons. He reminded himself that he was safe here. No one would hurt him. His brothers and cousin would keep him safe, along with his mate. He had to do this. He stepped up to the kitchen door and heard a big beautiful man speak of The Legion Warriors. He couldn’t help it, the words just slipped from his mouth.
“Legion Warriors,” he said softly, finishing the big man’s sentence. Everyone turned to look at him. It made him a little nervous.
“Yes, little one. The Legion Warriors,” the big man said.
Christian quickly crossed the room and came to him. His face was full of concern. “Are you okay?”
Raffy gave him a sweet, shy smile and peeked at him from under his long lashes. “Yes, Christian. I’m fine.”