“No,” Oscar said huskily, curling his fingers to give Demitrius’s throbbing cock a good squeeze. “Maybe you should give me a tour of your house…starting with the bedroom.”
Demitrius had his mate in his arms and was racing toward his bedroom before Oscar had even finished speaking. Sex wasn’t anything new to their relationship, but the urgency was almost frightening. After their first time together when he’d practically lost his mind with need, Demitrius had been firmly in control of his desires, always careful with his much smaller lover, and determined to never repeat the same mistake again. This time, however, he was spiraling into the void of no return at a rapid pace, and he didn’t even have the man naked yet.
Kicking the door open with such force that it banged against the wall of his bedroom, Demitrius lowered Oscar to his feet and held his hands up when the man tried to approach him. “Just give me a minute.” Fuck, it was so hard to think when Oscar looked so good and smelled even better. He needed to slow down, though, before he ended up inadvertently hurting the one person who had become his entire world.
Instead of standing quietly and allowing him time to compose himself, Oscar began a slow sway of his hips as he teasingly popped open the buttons on his shirt. When the thin fabric fell away, he went to work on his jeans. By the time he was standing naked in the middle of the room, Demitrius was holding onto the doorknob to keep from attacking him like a wild, uncivilized animal.
Giving him a sly smirk, Oscar sauntered over to the bed, shaking his ass invitingly as he went. Then he placed his palms flat against the mattress, spread his ankles apart, and arched his back seductively, putting his gorgeous, taut ass on clear display.
A loud crack echoed around the room, and Demitrius looked down to find the doorknob still in his hand—though departed from the door. “Oscar.” He was barely able to choke out the one-word warning, but it made no difference. His mate was obviously intent on torturing him until he cracked.
Clearly unsatisfied with Demitrius’s reaction so far, Oscar bent lower until his chest rested on the bed and reached back with both hands, gripping his ass cheeks and pulling them apart with a soft moan.
He hadn’t even moved from his place by the door, and beads of sweat already dotted Demitrius’s brow. His dick continued to swell, though there was no room for the expansion, and he was left with little choice but to remove his pants or risk permanent damage.
Upping the ante, Oscar reached for the nightstand, smiling wickedly when he found a bottle of lube sitting right on top like an offering. Stretching out on top of the comforter, he rolled to his back, coating his fingers generously with the gel, and spread his knees wide once again. He didn’t start slowly, either. Two fingers pushed into his tight hole, stretching the muscles and nearly dropping Demitrius to the floor.
He knew he should do something, say something, but he was completely helpless to stop the skilled seduction. Demitrius couldn’t remember touching the thermostat, but it was far too warm in the room to be comfortable. By the time he’d removed the last article of clothing from his damp skin, Oscar had pushed three fingers into his ass, pumping hard and fast while his other hand flew over his swollen shaft in a blur.
Demitrius could feel his lover’s arousal as if it was his own, and his cock jerked while his balls drew tight to his body. The muscles in his thighs quivered, and his knees threated to buckle when electricity surged up his spine, causing his abs to clench in impending orgasm.
“Fuck!” Oscar’s cry tapered away into a strangled groan as his hips arched up off the bed and thick, creamy semen spurted from his cock to splash over his stomach and chest.
Demitrius gripped the base of his own prick and squeezed his eyes closed, feeling his mate’s orgasm roll through him. The sound of Oscar’s heavy breathing, the scent of his release, and the sight of him covered in his own seed was too much, and Demitrius’s control snapped like a frayed bungee cord, launching him across the room.
Jerking his lover into his arms, he quickly flipped their positions so that he was sitting on the edge of the mattress with Oscar in his lap. His hard, aching cock found the shifter’s slick, loosened entrance without fail, sliding into the heated depths as Oscar’s inner walls contracted around his length.
Digging his fingers into the flesh at his mate’s waist, he held him immobile as he snapped his hips, driving into him at a demanding pace. When he couldn’t get deep enough, couldn’t thrust hard enough, he pushed up from the bed with Oscar still impaled on his cock and pinned him against the wall near the bathroom door.
Their mouths crashed together, cutting off Oscar’s wail of pleasure. Holding his lover’s arms trapped above his head, Demitrius tongue-fucked his sweet, delectable mouth with the same intensity he used to drive into Oscar’s yielding body.
A small voice in the back of his mind screamed for him to slow down, to take more care with the smaller man, but it was easily drowned out by the sounds of Oscar’s cries for more. “Harder,” he demanded. “I won’t break. Fuck me harder.”
Releasing the last strand of control, Demitrius unleashed the animal within him. A primitive, primal growl exploded from his lips to echo around the room as his hips snapped in lightning-quick thrusts, slamming into his mate hard enough to shake the wall.
Oscar clung to him, his fingernails biting into Demitrius’s shoulders, and the pinch of pain only increased his desire. It was down and dirty, rough and gritty, and the kind of sex every man dreamed of but was usually too afraid to ask for. His whole body burned, engulfing him in flames of indescribable pleasure, and Demitrius didn’t care if he even survived it.
His orgasm crested, roiling through him like a tidal wave, but he wasn’t finished with his little man just yet. Sliding out of Oscar’s clenching hole, he spun once again, pushing his mate down face-first on the mattress and lifting his pert ass into the air. Covering his sweat-slicked back, Demitrius pushed into his eager entrance once more, plowing into his velvet-lined tunnel like a man possessed.
Insinuating a hand between Oscar and the comforter, Demitrius fisted his lover’s pulsing cock and stroked the rigid length in tandem to each forceful plunge. “Come for me, sweet baby. Squeeze my cock and scream my name. Let everyone know who you belong to.” Then he punctuated the command by embedding his canines into the supple flesh at the crook of Oscar’s neck.
“Demitrius!” As asked, Oscar screamed loud enough for any paranormal within a five-mile radius to hear him. His body bucked and shuddered, and hot, wet cum spilled over Demitrius’s wrist.
Satisfied that he’d wrung every ounce of pleasure from his lover, Demitrius extracted his fangs and buried his face against Oscar’s shoulder, groaning pathetically as he shook through his own climax.
“Holy shit,” Oscar breathed. “I think I’m in love.”
Logically, he knew his mate was referring to the spectacular sex and was exaggerating his compliment. Demitrius, however, had been on a long fall since the moment he’d walked into the kitchen to see the little imp staring back at him suspiciously. “I know I am.”
“Oh, thank fuck.” Wiggling out from beneath him, Oscar gasped when Demitrius’s softening cock slipped from his ass. Flipping around and pushing up on his knees, he grabbed Demitrius’s face in both hands and yanked him into an earth-bending kiss. “I don’t care what those other idiots say. It’s not too soon, and I love you.”
Demitrius didn’t know who these “other idiots” were, and in that moment, he didn’t really give a damn. No one in his whole miserable life had loved him. He didn’t plan to take even a second of this newfound happiness for granted, nor would he waste time worrying about the naysayers. “Then I guess you’re stuck with me, aren’t you?”
“Yep.” Oscar beamed as though he’d won the lottery, but Demitrius knew he was truly the lucky one. “I’m pretty happy with the arrangement.”
“You know I don’t deserve you.”
“I know.” Winking mischievously, Oscar wiggled off the bed and padded toward the
bathroom. “You’ll figure out a way to make it up to me.”
The shifter was a total brat. He’d probably make Demitrius want to pull his hair out more times than not. “I look forward to it.”
Chapter Nine
“So, I have to stay inside the dorm tonight?” Oscar was trying his best to sound indignant, but he figured he probably just sounded relieved. As a hedgehog shifter, he wasn’t particularly fond of snow, preferring warmer, dryer climates. Plus, his small size combined with his white coat practically guaranteed that he’d end up lost in the deep, wet fluff.
“Yes,” Demitrius answered in his no-nonsense tone that terrified most people. Oscar just found it sexy. “I think you’ll have fun, though. I have a surprise for you, too.”
In Oscar’s experience, surprises usually meant something bad. He knew Demitrius would never do anything to hurt him, however, so for the first time, he was actually excited. He was also pretty excited about letting his animal out to play as well.
The first full moon in Haven, he and his friends had opted to take the Inhibitors to keep from transforming. The drug wasn’t quite the same as what they’d given them in The Hive, though, and after the headaches and vomiting, none of them were anxious to repeat the experience.
“I think Ro should probably stay in as well.”
Demitrius squeezed his bottom and hitched him a little higher on his back as he stomped through the snow on the way to the dorm. “I meant to ask you about that. He doesn’t talk to anyone, and no one is sure what his animal is. Xander said he’d take the twins, but we were a little concerned about Cicero.”
“Ro is an Ash Gray ladybug.”
“Hmm, interesting. He’s still a guy, right?”
Oscar snorted and rolled his eyes. “Yes, love. Cicero is completely male. Well, mostly.”
“What does that mean?” Reaching the front porch of the dorm, Demitrius helped Oscar down to his feet and turned to face him with a deep scowl on his face. “How can he be ‘mostly’ male?”
“Well, we all are.” Oscar twisted his fingers together nervously and chewed on his bottom lip with great enthusiasm. He should have kept his big mouth shut. It wasn’t really a big deal, and there was no need for Demitrius to worry about it.
“Oscar,” Demitrius said in his “alpha” voice, and this time it wasn’t nearly such a turn-on. “Tell me.”
“Desirables are designed to fulfill a Master’s every wish. That includes reproduction if that’s what is required of us.”
Demitrius stumbled a step backward and leaned heavily against the porch railing. “So, you…you could be…in there.” He jabbed a finger at Oscar’s midsection as his face paled alarmingly.
“No.” Crap, this was so far out of the ordinary, even for paranormals, that Oscar didn’t even know where to begin explaining. “I can change my appearance at will, Demitrius. Hell, I can shift into an animal the fraction of my usual size in under a minute.”
“Yes, but men don’t just fucking grow uteruses!”
“I can transform completely into a woman if that’s what you wanted.”
To prove his point, he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and let the magic flow through him until he nearly suffocated under the onslaught. When he opened his eyes, his hair was longer, his hips shapelier, and his chest sported a pair of small, firm breasts.
“Not everyone who signs a contract is a gay man. Some of them want women.”
“Fuck me sideways.” Demitrius dropped his head and turned away, gripping his temples in both hands. “Please change back. Holy crap, just fucking change back.”
Oscar did as asked, shaking in his boots as he waited for his mate to say something else. He knew he was a freak, but he couldn’t stand the thought of Demitrius looking at him that way. If it meant keeping the man in his life, he’d gladly take those damn Inhibitors every day until he died.
“Okay.” Demitrius bobbed his head a couple of times and sighed. “Okay.”
“Okay, what?”
“I’m sorry that I freaked on you.” Stepping forward, he pulled Oscar into his arms and kissed the top of his head. “I’m sorry this happened to you, sweet baby, but it doesn’t change anything. You’re not pregnant, though, right?”
Oscar chuckled and nuzzled his cheek against the soft cotton of Demitrius’s shirt. “No, I’m not pregnant. I just thought you should know that it is possible.”
“Thank you for being honest. I don’t know how I feel about children, though. That’s a conversation for much, much later.”
All Oscar cared about was that Demitrius still loved him. He’d never been around children before, and he wasn’t at all certain that he wanted to be. Good grief, he could barely take care of himself without getting into trouble. “Can we not tell anyone? Please?” The last thing he wanted was for someone to look at him like he was some kind of circus attraction.
“Yeah, I think that’s best, not to mention safer.”
The front door swung open, and Zuriel bounced out onto the porch. “Are they here yet? Can we go now? My freakin’ skin itches.”
Now that it had been brought to his attention, Oscar felt like his skin was crawling as well. The sun sank below the horizon, finally releasing its hold on the land and giving way to the night. Several loud howls carried on the wind, and Oscar jumped about a foot into the air, pressing closer to his mate’s side. “What the hell is that?”
“The resident werewolf pack, I’d guess.” Demitrius sounded so calm about it, but Oscar had never met a werewolf before. On the night of the full moon didn’t seem like the most opportune time to make their acquaintance, either.
“Right. Great. Awesome. Can we go in now?”
“No!” Zuriel pressed his legs together and wiggled his hips, looking like a small child who needed to use the restroom. “I haven’t shifted in forever. He”—he pointed up into Demitrius’s face—“said we could go tonight.”
A high-pitched whistle rent through the night, and Oscar peered over his shoulder to see Xander marching toward them, flanked by two leopards and a wolf. “Let’s go, pup!”
“Hell yeah!” Grabbing Zavion by the wrist, Zuriel dragged him out onto the porch, and the brothers quickly stripped before darting out into the snow, shifting as they went. Seeing a furry white tail on a very human ass was probably the most comical thing Oscar had witnessed in a long time.
“Don’t come home all muddy!” Braxton called as he waved to his mate from the doorway.
“And don’t kill anything cute,” Keeton added, appearing beside his friend. “No eating bunnies!”
“They’re going to eat bunnies?” Oscar’s hand went to his mouth, and he turned to glare at his friends’ backs.
“No,” Keeton argued adamantly. “Didn’t you hear me? I said to not eat bunnies.”
Demitrius huffed and pushed Oscar toward the doorway. “They’re totally going to eat bunnies. Get over it.”
Well, his big mate was just a ball of sunshine, now wasn’t he? “You don’t have to be so crass.”
Shrugging casually, Demitrius gave him another nudge and jerked his head in the direction of the hallway. “Go shift. I’ll get your surprise ready.”
Resisting the urge to squeal, Oscar hurried to his room, stripping out of his clothes and leaving them scattered all down the hall. Making a detour into the bathroom, he scrubbed his face clean, pushed his boxers down his hips, and jumped up on the counter.
It was kind of silly, but he’d always wanted to see what he looked like as he transformed from man to animal. Standing tall, he stared at himself in the mirror as he stopped fighting the change and allowed himself to shift. It was very odd watching his body shrink and reform. His scalp kind of sucked his hair back into his head, and spines exploded all over the rest of his body.
When his metamorphosis was complete, he had to laugh inside his head at the picture he made—a tiny pygmy hedgehog, standing up on his hind legs and reaching his front paws toward the sky. He was actually pretty damn adorable, if h
e did say so himself.
He was also stuck. In his excitement, he’d neglected to plan an escape route and had no way of getting down from the high counter. “Demitrius, I’m stuck.”
“What did you do now?”
Well, that wasn’t fair. Demitrius made it sound like he got into these types of situations every day. Just because his mate had needed to save him twice from the snow in one day didn’t mean he was a klutz. He was just…gracefully impaired. “Can you just come help me?”
“Where are you?” There was a chuckle in Demitrius’s voice, and Oscar just knew he was never going to live this down.
“In the bathroom.”
“Do I want to know?”
“I wanted to see myself shift in the mirror. I’m stuck on the counter. Come help me and stop being an ass.”
Footsteps sounded in the hallways, and the bathroom door opened to his lover’s smiling face. “You are trouble.”
“Can I have my surprise now?”
Still laughing, Demitrius scooped him up and settled him onto one broad shoulder. “Remember how you said you wanted to learn to paint?”
Yes, he remembered, but Oscar didn’t understand how he was supposed to paint like this. He didn’t even have opposable thumbs, for pity’s sake. Instead of questioning it, however, he curled close to his mate’s neck and nibbled at his ear affectionately.
“Stop that.” Demitrius reached up and tapped him on top of the head with one finger. “It tickles.”
He did as asked but had another idea right away. Burrowing into Demitrius’s long locks, he scrambled up the man’s hair like a cat climbing a curtain and perched on top of his head. “Wow, you’re really tall. I can see Canada from here.”
“You cannot.” Huffing indignantly, Demitrius reached up to retrieve him, but Oscar was quicker, dodging his mate’s hand and scurrying down his neck to crawl inside the neckline of his shirt. “Oscar!”
Poking only his head out, he looked up at his lover and blinked innocently. “Yes?”
“You’re lucky you’re cute.” Stepping into the common room, Demitrius arched an eyebrow and scratched behind Oscar’s furry ear. “Are you going to stay in there all night?”
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