“Don’t want you to,” Zavion answered as he pulled on Cian’s hair to drag their mouths back together. “I feel like I’m burning.”
Yeah, Cian knew that feeling well. The embers that had been smoldering inside him for months finally erupted into an inferno, growing bright, hotter, and more intense as the flames threatened to engulf him.
He mapped the muscles of Zavion’s slim chest and then repeated the journey with his mouth. Lapping at one copper-colored nipple, he
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sucked the hard bud between his teeth and nipped lightly, groaning at the sensual gasp that puffed from his lover’s lips.
Zavion’s taste on his tongue, his scent in Cian’s nose, and his warm body undulating beneath him had him reeling. The lines between fantasy and reality blurred, and his vision shadowed in the peripheral, narrowing so that Zavion was the only thing he could see.
His heart thundered, his cock flexed, and the pressure built inside his sac. Currents of desire crawled over his skin, his abs clenched, and
a tingle started at the base of his spine. The ability to breathe was becoming more difficult, the gums around his canines were on fire, and if he didn’t get this party moving, it was all going to be over before the fat lady got her standing ovation.
The nightstand beside the bed had only one drawer, and when he finally managed to get it open, he found it completely empty. Growling in frustration, he slammed it shut with more force than necessary. What gay man—any man, for that matter—didn’t have lube in their nightstand?
Lotion, massage oil, anti-wrinkle cream—he’d settle for anything at that point. Zavion didn’t make him suffer long, however. Reaching over his head, he produced a small, half-empty bottle of lube from the top of the headboard.
“Clever,” Cian rasped in approval. Grabbing the slick from his mate, he wasted no time popping the cap open and generously coating his fingers.
Slipping one finger into Zavion ’s fluttering pink star, he paused at the first knuckle and cocked a questioning eyebrow at his mate. While still the tightest, most wonderful thing he’d ever felt, the ring of
muscles relaxed quickly, sucking his finger in without resistance.
Zavion simply shrugged and gave him a sexy grin. “I was horny earlier.”
“I’m thinkin’ ya should elaborate on that.” Jealousy was a new emotion for Cian, and he didn’t much like it. He punctuated his request with two hard pumps into his mate’ s channel. When he
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received no answer other than a garbled moan, he inserted a second finger and gave a sharp turn of his wrist.
“Vibrator,” Zavion whimpered, whipping his head back and forth on the mattress. “It was a vibrator.”
Cian eased up, sawing his fingers in and out of Zavion’s ass at a more leisurely pace. “And what do ya think of when you’re pleasurin’ yourself?”
Again, he received no response. Fisting Zavion’s swollen cock, he stroked his lover lightly, paying special attention to the bundle of nerves just under the crown. “Tell me, Zavion.”
“I don’t know.” Lie. “Just stuff.” Lie
.
Pulling his fingers free of Zavion’s clenching tunnel, he lightly ringed the slick rosette while he held a loose grip on his lover’s dick. The urgency was still there, and it was as much torture for him as it was for Zavion, but he wasn’t moving until he got his answer. “Tell me.”
Zavion growled and tried to hump up into his fist, but Cian anticipated him and moved his hand to Zavion’s hip, pinning him to the mattress. “You!” Zavion wailed. “I think about you when I’m jerking off. Please, Cian! Ahh!”
Gods, yes. Searching through the tangled blankets, he finally found the lube, dribbled it over his pulsing cock, and lined the head up with Zavion’s entrance. “Yes?” Considering that his mate was practically begging him, he figured he knew the answer, but he needed confirmation one more time.
Once he started, there would be no turning back, and he didn’t want to make assumptions while his dick was doing most of the thinking.
“Fuck, yes!”
They both groaned long and deep as he sheathed himself to the root inside Zavion’s heated channel. His mate’s inner walls clamped down around him, massaging his cock, gripping him in a velvety
caress.
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“Move,” Zavion demanded, breathing heavily as sweat trickled
from his brow.
Moving sounded like an excellent idea, but Cian needed a moment to get it together, or he was going to go off like a Roman candle. He sucked in several deep breaths, but the scent of Zavion’s desire blasted him each time, doing nothing to tame his runaway lust.
“I can’t…” With that little bit of warning, his restraint finally snapped. Growling like an uncivilized beast, he jerked his hips back and slammed forward, plunging into Zavion’s sweet body with a wild abandon that scared him just a little.
“Cian!” Zavion screamed and clutched at his shoulders, arching up to meet him thrust for pounding thrust. Their damp skin slapped together, groans and grunts echoed around the room, and the air thickened with the scent of erotic passion.
A dozen snaps of his hips, and Cian knew he was done for. With the tight suction on his cock and the sinfully delicious sounds spilling from Zavion’s kiss-swollen lips, there was just no way he was going to last. Thank the heavens for the speedy recovery time of young shifters, because he wasn’t anywhere near satisfied.
A hiccupping gasp penetrated the fog around his brain, and warm wetness splashed against his belly as Zavion tumbled over the edge and into orgasmic free fall.
The smell of spilled seed sent a shiver down his spine, and Cian buried his face against the side of his lover’s neck to muffle the sounds of his moans as he pumped endless ropes of semen into Zavion’s convulsing channel. His canines lengthened, growing into sharp, pointed fangs that startled the hell out of him.
As an herbivore-type shifter, he didn’t naturally have fangs. Apparently, the magic that lived inside him knew exactly what was needed to complete the mating bond, however. The need to sink his new hardware into the side of Zavion’s neck was powerful, but it was a step he couldn’t take alone. Once bonded, once claimed, there was
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no going back. After a lifetime of being used and abused, Zavion
would need full control of this decision.
Though painful to pull away, Cian managed it. In some ways, shifters were very much animals and ruled by instinct. The beast inside him recognized Zavion as his mate and wanted him, end of story. As a rational thinking man, Cian could wait, though. It wouldn’t be easy to battle back his Thoroughbred, especially when what his shifter wanted and what he wanted were one and the same.
When his lover was ready, he’d let him know. Until then, Cian would lavish all the attention and affection on him that he could, and
just be thankful that he’d been given the gift of someone as amazing
as Zavion.
“I want to bite you.” It was said through gulps of air, but Zavion sounded so confused that Cian couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Aye, but I’m thinkin’ it’s best if we wait a bit on that. If ya rush into it, I’m afraid you’ll kick yourself for it later.” He pushed the damp locks back from Zavion’s forehead and smiled. “Are ya okay, then, darlin’?”
“Oh, yeah.” A mischievous light flashed in his eyes, and he wiggled his hips in a way that caused Cian to groan as his cock awoke with renewed interest inside his lover’s body. “Can we do that again?”
“Right now?”
“No, in another three months.” Zavion rolled his eyes and snorted. “I’m up for it if you are.” He arched his back, rubbing his still-hard dick over Cian’s abs to show just how “up” for it he was.
“The gods almighty, you’re gonna be the death of me.”
“Is that a yes?”
Even if his cock wasn�
��t already throbbing once more, there was no way on heaven or earth that Cian was going to pass up the opportunity. “You’re not a fox. You’re a tricksy little minx, is what ya are.” A confident smile slid into place, and he began a slow, sensual rhythm, gliding in and out of Zavion’s lithe body. “Hold on tight.”
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“You’re going to have to do better than that,” Zavion taunted him as he reached over his head and gripped the top shelf on the headboard.
If his little fox wanted more, Cian could deliver. Slipping out of his mate’s opening, he grabbed Zavion around the waist and flipped him easily, pushing him face-first into the mattress. Then he held his cock at the base and slid the tip along his lover’s crease, making sure to nudge his glistening entrance without entering.
Over and over, he continued to tease. Insinuating his other hand
between their bodies, he palmed Zavion’s tight sac and squeezed with just enough pressure to elicit a muffled moan. When he felt he’d tormented them both long enough, he surged inside again until his entire length was surrounded by Zavion’s silky heat.
Holding firmly to his mate’s thighs, he pounded into him with
bone-jarring force. The harder he thrust, the louder Zavion’s cries of pleasure grew until he was certain half the coven would be able to hear him. Perspiration rolled down Cian’s neck and over his chest, his heart kicked hard against his sternum, and the muscles in his thighs burned with exertion.
Feeling his climax building, nudging him close to the edge, he gradually slowed his pace and pulled free of the strangling hold on his cock. Manhandling his lover as though he weighed nothing, he jerked Zavion up from the bed and spun him around so that he straddled Cian’s thighs.
Planting his feet on the mattress, Zavion lowered in one swift drop, impaling himself once again on Cian’s rigid shaft. Their mouths crashed together in a sloppy kiss as his mate bounced in his lap, riding his aching cock like a rodeo champ.
His smooth, creamy skin glinted in the low light of the bedside lamp like diamonds in the moonlight. Honey-blond locks floated around his face and brushed against Cian’s cheeks in feathery soft touches that sent tingles racing along his spine. Every light touch,
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every soft whimper, and every sweet taste bombarded him with sensations until he was once again scrambling for control.
He was fighting a losing battle, though. Zavion commanded his full attention, captivating him in a way he hadn’t thought possible and leaving very few brain cells left over for intellectual thoughts.
Curling both arms around his lover’s waist, Cian guided his
movements, lifting him high and jerking him down on his stiff cock. Small hands grabbed his jaw while slender fingers pressed into the hollow indention just below his ears. Their tongues tangled and swirled, mimicking the movements of their bodies, and the sounds reverberating around the room grew more primal with each punishing thrust.
Zavion’s cock rode the groove between Cian’s corrugated abs as his body undulated in sinful waves. Snaking one hand up the shifter’s spine, Cian gripped the soft hairs at the nape of his neck, jerking his head back on his shoulders so he could stare into his eyes.
“Will ya come for me then, Zavion Dobbs? Will ya tell the world who makes you fly?”
Zavion’s eyelids fluttered closed, his mouth fell open, and Cian’s name burst from his lips on a shout of ecstasy as he filled the space between them with a torrent of sticky cream. Those snug inner walls tightened to near pain, and Cian roared as his release was ripped from him.
Even as he was coming down from the euphoric high, he heard
pounding against the wall near the headboard. “Filthy hypocrite!”
Oscar shouted from the other room.
“Dirty whore!” Zavion yelled back, though his response was a bit
breathless.
Oscar’s chuckles were muffled but still identifiable. “It’s great,
isn’t it?”
Looking into Cian’s eyes, Zavion smiled softly as he dipped his
head to brush their lips together in a tender kiss. “Yes. Yes, it is.”
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Chapter Four
The heated, muscled body curled around the length of his back shifted with a grunt, rousing Zavion from his slumber. The clean, subtle scent of lavender soap from their shared shower tickled his nose, invoking a soft sigh from his smiling lips.
Snuggling down into Cian’s arms, Zavion rehashed all the ways his life had changed in such a short period of time. Of all those changes, Cian was definitely the best. His mental skip down memory lane eventually led him to the previous night’s activities and the reason he had a gorgeous man currently sharing his bed.
His cheeks heated even as his cock twitched at all the incredibly naughty ways they’d come together in the dark. Unfortunately, that thought led him to the present, and the present wasn’t quite as welcoming. Sure, Cian was still sleeping beside him, but how would he feel when he woke up?
Everything had happened so quickly after the brief meeting in the kitchen. Had Cian been reacting on pure instinct? Had he meant the things he’d said under the influence of their connection? Most importantly, would he feel the same way in the light of day?
The sun shone brightly through the window, illuminating the room with his golden rays and warming Zavion’s face. Secrets lived and bred in darkness but somehow always found their way to the light. When Cian awoke, what exactly would Zavion find in his eyes? Surprise, he could possibly handle. Regret, however, would crush him.
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“Do ya always think so loudly in the mornin’?” Cian mumbled as he constricted his arms, pulling Zavion closer to his chest as he nuzzled the side of his neck.
“Just hoping you’re happy to see me,” he answered, trying to make light of his concerns.
“I can’t see anything with the bloomin’ sun in my eyes, but I’m happy to hold ya.” He squeezed Zavion around the midsection and kissed his shoulder. “You’ll not escape me so easily.”
Relief flooded him, and Zavion laughed as the nervousness began to ebb. “Don’t worry, handsome. As you can see, I’m in no hurry to move.” His stomach grumbled loudly at the smell of bacon in the air. After the strenuous workout Cian had given him, he was starving, but it still wasn’t enough to get him out of bed just yet.
He’d never been held like this. Sure, his friends and brother had
hugged him, maybe even put an arm around his shoulders when he was scared or upset, but no one had just held him. Maybe his mother had sometime during his infancy, but he couldn’t remember it, so it
didn’t count.
In fact, he had no recollections of his parents. In his mind, they were wonderful people who’d been horribly wronged. They were loving and kind with sweet smiles and had loved him and Zuriel with all their hearts. When he thought about his beginnings, Zavion imagined that he and his brother had been kidnapped right from their beds, and their parents had been searching for them ever since.
It was probably a million miles from the truth, but it gave him a small bit of comfort to think that his parents hadn’t willingly placed him in the hands of The Hive. Really, what kind of people would do that to their own offspring?
A knock sounded at the door, interrupting his thoughts, and Zavion sat up in bed with a groan. “What?”
“If either of you are alive,” Zuriel called, the smile evident in his voice, “breakfast is almost ready.” His giggle of amusement faded away as he retreated back down the hallway.
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Zavion chuckled as well, remembering that he’d had the same thought about Oscar and Demitrius the night before. “I guess we have been summoned.”
“Your friends are just pervy. They’re wantin’ all the dirty details.”
Cian tossed a wink in his direction as he rolled off the mattress and
reached for his jeans. “What will ya
tell ’em?”
“Nothing,” Zavion answered as he padded over to his closet. “I’m
not the kiss-and-tell sort.”
“I’d wager we did a bit more than kissin’.”
Yeah, he’d “wager” the same, but that didn’t mean that his nosey friends needed the full scoop.
Dressed and presentable, they exited the room and made their way to the sound of all the commotion. Pots and pans clanged together, bacon and eggs sizzled, and conversation rang throughout the kitchen. Everyone stopped talking at once when they noticed him, however, and all eyes turned in his direction with an expectant glimmer.
“Good morning,” Oscar said brightly. “How was your night?”
The innuendo wasn’t lost on Zavion, but he just grinned as he slid into one of the chairs at the table. “Pleasant.” He wiggled his eyebrows at his friend. “And yours? I’m surprised you can even walk this morning.”
“Bit of the pot calling the kettle black,” Demitrius said with a
snort as he began transferring the food to plates. “I thought I was
going to have to call an ambulance at one point.”
“Or a vet,” Zuriel added. “It sounded like someone was
slaughtering a turkey.”
“Hardy har. You guys are just a barrel of laughs.”
Cian just chuckled as he passed by, pausing to kiss Zavion on the top of his head and ruffle his hair before sauntering over to the counter for a cup of coffee. “What’s on the agenda for the day?” he asked, but not as though he really cared.
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“We’re meeting with Blaise and Cole again at noon, and then Stavion wants a powwow after sundown.” Demitrius sighed in what Zavion assumed was frustration.
He could definitively sympathize with the big guy. It had been
just over a week ago that three Drones from The Hive had infiltrated Haven and tried to kidnap Oscar. In that time, he and his friends had been put through a slew of different tests by a variety of doctors to see if there was a way to remove the microchips from the back of their necks.
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