Trill to Me Sweetly Paranormal love 1

by Charlie Richards

  Bobby didn’t know what to say to that. He had no way of knowing if he would have left Seth for Maelgwn even if the man had forced his friends to treat him better. To Bobby, it was a moot point.

  Instead, he asked, “So, what were you doing in town anyway?”

  Seth grimaced. “The guys came to my condo a few nights after I stopped talking to them. When I wouldn’t let them in, they started calling through the door how they’d bring you back to me, since that seemed to be why I refused to see them.” He dropped his head into his hand and groaned. “I didn’t want them hurting you. I came to warn you they were coming, but I got there too late. Fuck, this is all my fault.”

  Bobby touched his knee lightly. “None of this was your fault. They made their own choices. It’s not like you forced Forest or Grant or Mark to attack Damune.” Seth didn’t appear to believe him. Realizing a subject change was needed, Bobby bit back a frustrated sigh and said, “I understand you won’t leave your room. You can, you know. You’re safe here.”

  “Safe,” Seth scoffed. “How can you say that? With these…these creatures around us? They’re monsters. They drink blood and fly and turn into statues. Don’t you want to leave?”

  Damn, Seth really is taking this hard. Bobby knew Adalric had visited Seth at least twice, but his ex refused to speak to the vampire. “They’re not monsters, Seth,” Bobby stated firmly. “They’re just different. A different race. And just like humans, there are bad ones and good ones. I’d appreciate it if you didn’t speak that way about them.”

  Seth’s eyes widened. “Oh, shit. I’m doing the same thing to them that my friends did to you, aren’t I?”

  “Well, yeah,” Bobby said hesitantly. He hoped that realization was a step in the right direction on the road to acceptance for Seth. Getting up on his good leg, Bobby positioned the crutch under his arm. “Look. Give them a chance. They’re good people and might surprise you. I know they won’t let you leave just yet, but you’re still in shock over…” he paused and waved his free hand in the air between them. “Learning about them can be very traumatic and confusing. Trust me. I know.”

  Seth didn’t respond, but Bobby imagined he could feel his gaze as he hobbled toward the door. When he reached for it, Seth finally broke the silence. “Did they force you to move down here?”

  Bobby looked over his shoulder at Seth and smiled. “No. I came of my own free will. And even with this injury,” he continued, nodding toward his bum knee, “it’s still the best decision I’ve ever made.”

  Seth’s jaw fell open, and it took a couple tries for the man to say, “You’re in love with one of them, aren’t you?”

  He hadn’t intended to rub it in Seth’s face, but he certainly wasn’t going to deny it either. Bobby nodded. “Yes. I’m in love with Maelgwn. The big gargoyle that helped save us last night.”

  “I met him, didn’t I?” Seth murmured the question, looking to be deep in thought.

  Bobby nodded. “Yeah.” The ache in his leg reminded Bobby that he needed to elevate his leg. “Look, I gotta go lie down, but…think about what I said. Go out and talk to them with an open mind. You might be surprised at the new friends you’ll make.”

  After Seth nodded, Bobby turned, pulled open the door, and limped from the room. He really hoped Seth would take his advice seriously. He knew the man was hurting, losing his boyfriend, grade-school friends, and at the moment, his freedom, all in a row. His world was in upheaval, but Bobby knew Seth was strong. He’d get over it. There wasn’t much he could do for the man, especially since Maelgwn knew Seth was his ex and his possessive mate…was standing right outside the door.

  How much had he overheard?

  Maelgwn had a surprised look on his face, which slowly morphed into a shit-eating grin. “You love me?”

  That answered that question.

  It sure wasn’t how Bobby had intended to tell his lover, but now that the cat was out of the bag, so to speak, he wasn’t going to deny it. He rolled his eyes and knocked his shoulder against the big guy’s abdomen. “Don’t look so smug. Of course, I love you, ya big oaf.”

  “Good,” Maelgwn growled, the smile disappearing.

  Bobby let out a squeak when Maelgwn swept him up in his arms. Always considerate, Maelgwn was mindful of Bobby’s injured knee and wrapped one arm under his thighs, instead. The other was wrapped snuggly around his shoulders and cradled Bobby to his chest.

  Maelgwn nuzzled the top of Bobby’s head as he started moving through the house. “I love you, too, sweet. I love you, too,” he murmured.

  Bobby grinned and leaned his head back, accepting a deep kiss from Maelgwn, which almost instantly had his cock tenting his sweatpants. Regaining a little self-control, Bobby murmured against Maelgwn’s lips, “Is now a good time to make sure Sapian isn’t in too much trouble? If I have to still have a bodyguard, I’d really like it to be him.”

  Maelgwn groaned as he laid Bobby on their new bed and followed him down. “Damn it. I’m hard as a rock. From the way you smell, you are, too, and you’re asking about Sapian?” Maelgwn glared. “That is so wrong.”

  Bobby snickered. “I know I’ll get what I want when you’re like this.”

  His lover’s expression sobered slightly, though a smile did play at the corners of his firm lips. “Leading me around by my dick already, mate?”

  Dropping his hand to Maelgwn’s loincloth covered groin, Bobby gave said dick a nice firm squeeze. “Only in the most pleasurable of ways, my love.”

  “Fuck, I like the sound and feel of that,” Maelgwn snarled, tearing the fabric off so Bobby had unrestricted access.

  He took advantage and cupped Maelgwn’s balls, rolling the sensitive orbs in their soft hide sacks. Groaning, Maelgwn used careful claws to shred the t-shirt and sweats from Bobby’s body. Bobby squeezed Maelgwn’s testicles just hard enough to get his attention. Maelgwn grunted and focused on Bobby’s face. “I liked those clothes,” Bobby scolded.

  Maelgwn grinned. “I’ll get you more, better sweats.”

  Bobby nodded and jacked his lover’s shaft twice. “And Sapian.”

  Growling, Maelgwn inserted himself between Bobby’s legs and snarled. “Fuck, don’t say another man’s name when your hand is on my cock. I don’t like it.” Then he muttered, almost grudgingly, “Sapian isn’t in trouble.”

  Laughing, Bobby wrapped his good leg around Maelgwn’s waist and both arms around his neck. He rocked their bodies together and, knowing what his lover needed to hear, murmured, “I’m only yours Maelgwn. All yours. Love you.”

  “Good, because this is mine,” Maelgwn grunted. He reached between them and fingered Bobby’s hole.

  Bobby grinned when Mealgwn discovered the large butt plug he’d inserted earlier. Moaning, Maelgwn whispered throatily, “So fucking sexy. Love that you’re ready for me.”

  Maelgwn slowly pulled the plug halfway out then let go, letting it slide back into Bobby’s clenching ass, hitting his prostate in the process. It was Bobby’s turn to moan, his back bowing in pleasure. “Mal,” he muttered. “Need you, Mal.”

  To Bobby’s pleasure, Maelgwn wasted no more time. He gently pulled out the plug and replaced the toy with his long, thick cock. Bobby moaned at the sensation of his lover moving inside him, taking up residence in his body. Being possessed by Maelgwn felt like coming home.

  As Maelgwn began a steady pace of thrust and retreat, pegging Bobby’s hot spot every couple strokes, Bobby’s body heated from the inside out. Maelgwn wrapped one arm under his back, resting most of his weight on his elbow. The other hand toyed with Bobby’s nipples, sending sparks of pleasure across his chest and down to his groin. His balls pulled tight. His chute clenched. His spine tingled. Bobby knew he was going to come without his shaft even being touched, and it was divine.

  The teeth piercing his shoulder were the final straw, throwing him over the edge and into bliss. His channel clenched on Maelgwn’s dick, as though trying to keep his lover’s thrusting erection buried deep inside him. The warm r
ush of seed in his ass told him his gargoyle had come, as well as the way Maelgwn shuddered, growled, and jerked above him.

  Bobby knew he sported a silly, sated grin, but couldn’t care less. He loved being filled by Maelgwn, being held by Maelgwn, hell, even being bitten by the gargoyle. His lover hadn’t exaggerated when he said he wanted to please Bobby.

  Sliding his fingers through Maelgwn’s long, dark hair, he sighed upon feeling Maelgwn’s tongue lick the wound on his neck. He knew the gargoyle’s saliva would close it. Maelgwn lifted his head and captured Bobby’s mouth in a deep kiss, their tongues twining hungrily, the faint taste of copper on his tongue.

  Instead of being disgusted, Bobby found he wanted more. He wanted everything his gargoyle could give him, for as long as Fate would allow it. Overwhelmed by his love, Bobby broke the kiss and dropped his head back on the pillow. His dick was still hard and as he shifted his hips, he hummed at the discovery that so was his lover.

  Opening his eyes, Bobby smiled up at Maelgwn.

  Maelgwn eyed him for several seconds, then leaned down and scraped his sharp canines across the sensitive skin behind Bobby’s ear. Bobby whimpered, making it hard to sort out Maelgwn’s words when the gargoyle asked, “Did I put that sweet, goofy smile on your face?”

  It was probably meant to tease, but Bobby answered anyway. “Yeah, yeah you did.” He tightened his arms around his lover. “My gargoyle. My home.”

  Shifting so their gazes met, Bobby saw a sappy grin on Maelgwn’s face that probably matched his own. Maelgwn nodded. “As you are mine. Thank you for making your home with me.”

  “As cheesy as it sounds, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be,” Bobby told him.

  The dick in his ass twitched and Bobby smirked. “Now why don’t you fuck me through the mattress, my mate?”

  A feral growl vibrated through Maelgwn’s chest. “With pleasure.”

  About the Author

  Charlie lives on a mini ranchette in Utah with her husband and furry, four-legged children. She started writing fantasy when she was eight, and after stumbling onto her first erotic romance at age nineteen, she realized her true calling. She now focuses on writing erotic romance, normally of the paranormal variety, with heroes and heroines of all kinds. You can often find her curled up with her laptop and a cup of tea or glass of wine, creating her next adventure. Charlie enjoys exploring the mountains on horseback, 4-wheeler, or motorcycle. Her favorite exercise is jumping lessons with her Arabian gelding Apache or her Thoroughbred mare Repo. And she can’t get enough of sexy highlanders with their kilts and swords. Right now, she and her muse are working with dedication on her Wolves of Stone Ridge series and Kontra’s Menagerie series.

  She can be reached at ch.richards2010@yahoo.com Or visit her at www.charlie-richards.com