by Mary Rundle
Pushing his ass up higher and tucking his legs under him, Fionn sought more of what Hunter was doing. Spreading his knees wide, he wiggled his ass before pushing back against Hunter’s hot tongue, groaning when he felt his balls being grasped to still his movement. Low moans erupted from his chest as his mate’s tongue rimmed the bundle of nerves around his hole, triggering a tingling in his cock. Closing his eyes, Fionn fought back his orgasm, wanting more, needing more as he ascended a peak higher than he’d ever climbed before. Gasping when his mate’s tongue breached his hole, Fionn grabbed his leaking cock, pinching the tip of it, hoping the pain would keep him from coming too soon.
Hunter slowly tongue-fucked his mate’s hole, loosening up the muscles surrounding it. Finally, when he felt them relax, he grabbed a bottle of lube from his nightstand and after coating his hand and cock, threw it down on the bed. Running a finger down Fionn’s crease, he stopped at the pink, puckered hole, still glistening with his saliva. As he pushed past the tightness with his fingertip, he smiled at his mate’s sharp cry. Jiggling it, he felt Fionn’s muscles clutch at it, trying to suck more of it inside. Refusing to be rushed, Hunter continued his teasing, getting off on the incoherent sounds tumbling from his mate’s mouth.
No sex toys Fionn ever played with could even come close to the pleasure he was getting from his mate. Unable to wait any longer, he pushed back onto Hunter’s finger, driving it deep inside him. Moaning with pleasure at finally having at least part of his mate in him, Fionn swiveled his hips several times before pulling back until only Hunter’s fingertip remained inside him before pushing back again to let his ass take all of it.
Grinning at Fionn’s eagerness, Hunter began finger-fucking his mate, adding a second, then a third before finally withdrawing them. As his mate whimpered at their loss, Hunter grabbed his cock, lining it up with the fluttering hole and slipped the tip in, pausing as he waited for Fionn’s muscles to yield. Leaning down, his body curving over his mate’s, Hunter murmured, “Relax, my pet, let me in.” He nuzzled the soft skin behind Fionn’s ear before licking it. Then, gliding his tongue down along his mate’s neck, he reached the pulsing vein calling to his wolf.
Grunting when Fionn’s muscles relaxed around his shaft, Hunter pushed in, his cock twitching as it slid home, surrounded by the fiery heat of his mate. Fighting the impulse to move, Hunter closed his eyes, savoring the moment and thinking how perfectly Fionn’s body fit his.
“Fuck, move, dammit!”
Chuckling at his mate’s impatient tone, Hunter responded to Fionn’s command, slowly pulling out until only his cock tip remained inside. Grabbing his mate’s hips, he held them firmly in place as he pushed back in, this time angling his cock to graze Fionn’s prostate.
“Holy Fuck!” Fionn screamed, as his mate pulled back, “Do it again! Whatever you did…DO IT AGAIN!”
Laughing as he continued thrusting into his mate, Hunter hit the spot each time, relishing the feel of his mate’s muscles clenching his cock. He kept it up; slowly, teasingly, sparingly, keeping Fionn on the edge, unable to come—and that’s just how Hunter wanted to keep it. Bending down, he began to run his tongue up his mate’s spine, licking and nipping, then licking again until he reached Fionn’s shoulder. Then, gently biting down without breaking the skin, he let his mate know that soon he’d be wearing the mark of Hunter’s wolf.
Realizing the time was near, Fionn panted. “Stop, turn me over. I have to face you.”
“Pet?”
“Please, turn me over. I can’t claim you unless I’m facing you.”
Acceding to Fionn’s plea, Hunter withdrew his cock, flipped his mate over and lifted Fionn’s legs so he could slide his cock home, again. Ahhh, so much better! He looked into his mate’s lust-filled eyes…So fucking gorgeous! Resuming his thrusts, the reverberation of his balls slapping against Fionn’s cheeks filled the room, intensifying Hunter’s need.
“Oh my gods! Oh my gods! Oh myyyyy fuckingggggg GODS!” screamed Fionn as his mate’s cock continued its jackhammer assault, rubbing against all the right places, causing his nut sack to begin tightening. His need, desire, wants, passion, lust—maybe all of them, was taking him to heights he wasn’t sure he could survive after his orgasm tumbled him over the edge. After several more rapid-fire thrusts, Fionn grabbed his mate’s arms to steady himself. His talons emerged, curving around his mate. Knowing his claiming was only seconds away, he placed one hand over Hunter’s heart, crying out, “Bite me, NOW!”
Obeying his mate’s command, Hunter lowered himself and, finding the spot he wanted, sank his fangs into Fionn’s tender skin, his hips shuddering as his orgasm raced to the finish line. Keeping his lips over the bite while sucking in Fionn’s blood, Hunter felt his cock spasm, its jism filling his mate.
As Fionn felt Hunter’s teeth sink into him, his balls emptied, coating them both with cum. Now it was time for his dragon to claim Hunter’s wolf. Fionn lifted the hand that covered his mate’s chest and, piercing the skin with his talons, thrust them deep into Hunter until they reached his heart. Gasping, Hunter withdrew his fangs from Fionn’s neck. Looking down at his chest, he saw his mate’s talons buried deep within him. Before he could react, his wolf leapt from his body, joining Fionn’s dragon.
Gingerly withdrawing his talons, Fionn bent forward and licked the puncture wounds. Smiling at his mate, he tugged Hunter down onto him, craving his body heat.
Listening to his and his mate’s hearts beating together, Hunter’s soul was calm—a feeling that had eluded him for many years. To his amazement, he no longer worried about the future; he’d found his home and a mate who was perfect for him. As their breathing slowed, Hunter could feel the presence of Fionn’s dragon in his body, wrapped around his wolf as they both slept. He could sense his wolf also had changed but right now he was content, his snout tucked against the dragon’s neck.
When he heard his mate’s gentle snores, Hunter rolled off Fionn, climbed out of bed and headed for the bathroom. After washing himself, he returned to the bedroom and cleaned his mate’s abdomen and cock, throwing the wet cloth on the floor after he was finished. Then, sliding back into bed, pulling his mate tight against his chest, burying his face in Fionn’s hair, Hunter inhaled deeply, his mate’s scent lulling him to sleep.
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The darkness of night had not yet lifted when Fionn awoke. Moving slightly, he winced, his muscles reminding him of what happened a few hours ago—his mate claiming him. Or to be exact, my Fated Mate claimed me. The sense of safety he first felt when he’d met Hunter had only intensified, making Fionn happy—a feeling he was sure he’d never have again after his mother died.
Softly giggling, he wiggled his ass against Hunter’s groin, wondering how long it would take before his mate was ready to go again. Shoot, I should’ve asked Kieran about that. I can do it tomorrow. I can’t wait until my family learns about my mate! He expected to be teased since he’d always been adamant about never having one, but both his mother and Kieran were right. Thank the gods for that! He couldn’t wait to introduce …Oh shit! I don’t even know his name!
“Hunter,” his mate’s voice, heavy with sleep, rasped.
“I’m…”
“Fionn. I know. I’ve been waiting for you.”
Fuck! Fleeing my mate before he could even say hello was a piss poor thing to do. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, I just needed some…”
“Pet, don’t. It doesn’t matter why you left; only that you came back to me…willingly. That’s what’s important. Thanks for that. I promise never to do anything to cause you to think you made a mistake by returning.”
Rolling over, Fionn cupped his mate’s handsome face and then leaned in, outlining Hunter’s lips with his tongue, relishing how soft they were. When his efforts proved successful and his mate’s lips parted, Fionn’s tongue darted in, seeking to taste his essence.
Momentarily surprised, Hunter nevertheless took control, sucking Fionn’s tongue in, lightly biting it as he felt it ret
reat—a warning for his mate not to leave.
Fionn’s cock hardened when he felt the light bite, enjoying the control Hunter was exerting over him. Thrusting his tongue back in and finding his mate’s, Fionn grinned. His mate loved playing rough, just what he always dreamed of—someone who enjoyed giving and receiving some pain in their lovemaking. Thrusting his cock against his mate’s, Fionn found it hard and was unable to stop his hips from grinding against it. Swallowing Hunter’s moans, Fionn dueled with his mate’s tongue, teasing it as Hunter repeatedly tried to withdraw it. He was in control, that is, until Hunter flipped him on his back and, sitting astride him, grabbed their dicks together in his large fist. Moaning in pleasure at being cock-cuffed this way, he grinned, ready for the next round. Reaching up and squeezing his mate’s nipples hard, Fionn was rewarded when his mate gave him a predatory smile; they’d soon be climbing passion mountain again.
Chapter 22
Theo quietly shut his bedroom door. His pooh bear was still asleep but it was time for him to get breakfast started. Yawning, he headed downstairs, hoping he’d be working with Kota today since he missed his mentor.
“Hey, you look tired today. Late night?” asked Steel, meeting him at the bottom of the stairs.
.“Pooh bear and I were up late helping Quin and Ki make stuff.” Theo yawned again, following Steel to the kitchen.
“What stuff?”
“Glass candle holders. It was Ki’s idea and they turned out really good.”
“Love to see them,” Steel said, pushing open the kitchen door. “What are they…What the fuck!” Steel stopped suddenly, his eyes taking in the mess on the floor. “Who the hell did this?”
Bumping into Steel, Theo reached out to steady himself first, before peeking around him. “Oh my goodness! What happened?”
Taking a couple of steps inside, Steel stared at the broken glass, pickles, mayonnaise and venison splattered on the floor. Footprints led to the doorway, then disappeared. Scoping out the rest of the kitchen, Steel spotted a backpack on the island. “Theo, can you get a broom and a mop? I’ll try to wipe up the mess and pick up all the big pieces of glass.”
“Sure,” Theo said, eyeing the backpack.
Grabbing a roll of paper towels, Steel got to work, mumbling curses at the person who’d destroyed the kitchen he’d cleaned so thoroughly yesterday. Fifteen minutes later, the floor gleamed once again. Satisfied Dakota would be happy—meaning he wouldn’t get shit from Slate—Steel grabbed the backpack and held it up. “Do you know who this belongs to?”
Nodding, Theo said, “I’m pretty sure it’s Fi’s.”
“So I can assume Fionn is back, huh?”
“I guess, unless he got frightened and went back to his hoard.”
“Oh, shit, look at what time it is.” Shaking his head, Steel placed the backpack on one of the island’s chairs. “We better get going on breakfast. Jackson can sort this out later.”
Opening the fridge, Theo asked, “Same as yesterday? I was going to make Miss L’s frittata but it’s getting late.”
“Let’s just do simple and fast, Steel said. “Hopefully, Dakota will be back tomorrow and you won’t have a mess to clean up first.”
Grinning at the news, Theo began rounding up the breakfast ingredients.
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Wrinkling his nose at the overwhelming smell of cum in the room, Fionn opened his heavy lids, grinning as he remembered the night of passion he and his mate enjoyed. Their claiming started it off and from there on he and Hunter were trying different positions, coming multiple times until finally, at dawn, they fell into an exhausted sleep. Now, inhaling the scent of their combined cum, Fionn felt his cock harden, but there wasn’t any way his poor hole could take his mate’s cock again, at least not for a few hours. My mouth, though, is working just fine.
Rolling over, Fionn wriggled down the sheets until he was staring at Hunter’s semi-hard cock. Fingering the piercing that had pleasured him so much last night, he decided to do his nipples with gold rings. Smirking, he knew his dragon would love it, as would he, especially when his mate played with them while they fucked. Grasping the base of Hunter’s cock, Fionn leaned in, tonguing the slit before laving the rim and sucking the tip into his mouth. His hand moved slowly up and down the shaft while his tongue did the same to the head. He’d never given a blow job before but Ki told him to just do what he’d like done to his own cock. As he felt Hunter’s cock begin to swell, Fionn remembered some more advice from Theo, and began to hum.
Holy shit! Waking up to a blowjob was paradise for Hunter. Growling with pleasure at the vibrations from Fionn’s mouth, he grasped his mate’s hair, burying his fingers in it, wanting more of that talented act. When he felt Fionn’s teeth gently tickle the rim before sucking in more of his cock, his hips jerked forward, seeking the fiery heat inside his mate’s mouth. Forcing his body to remain still, Hunter felt a tingling sensation in his groin as his self-imposed denial sped up his orgasm. “Pet! Pet!” he gasped as he came, his multiple spasms filling his mate’s mouth with cream.
Swallowing it all, Fionn continued sucking until his mate’s balls had nothing left in them. Then, starting at the root, he slowly began to work his way up the softening shaft, licking his mate’s cock clean until it finally slid from his mouth. Moving back up the bed, he propped himself up on his mate’s chest, slowly running his tongue over his lips.
Hunter chuckled. “You look like the cat who ate the canary.”
“I don’t know about a canary, but I sure did have some sweet cream for breakfast.”
Hunter’s chest rumbled with laughter. “Sweet, huh?”
“Uh, huh…very sweet.”
“Hmmm, that sounds good.” Lightning fast, Hunter flipped his mate onto his back and, wrapping his fist around Fionn’s cock, he teased it with his tongue before deep throating it.
“OH MY FUCKING GODS!” Fionn screamed.
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Sawyer met Robin in the hall on their way to breakfast just as he heard another scream coming from Hunter’s room. “Where the hell did our big brother find some ass here? If he went into town without us, I swear, he’s going to regret that for a long time.”
“That isn’t just some ass.”
“Uhmm, yes it is.” Waving his hand in front of his nose, Sawyer continued, “Cum is in the air…lots of it, if what I’m smelling is any indication.”
“Hey, fucker, I’m not disagreeing about that. I’m talking about who Hunter is doing.”
“What so special about a piece of ass…ass is ass,” smirked Sawyer.
“I wouldn’t let Hunter hear you say that about his mate…his Fated Mate. Oh shit!” Robin’s hand quickly covered his mouth, remembering his promise to Quin not to tell a soul.
Grabbing his brother’s arm and swinging Robin around to face him, Sawyer stared at him. “Our brother found his Fated Mate? Here? In the Blackwood Pack? Are you shittin’ me?”
Unwilling to compound his mistake, Robin remained mute. Fuck, Quin is going to kill me…fuck, I have to let him know.
“Fine, don’t tell me.” Sawyer said, releasing his brother’s arm. “I’ll just ask Hunter instead.”
Robins’ eyes widened when he saw his brother take a step towards Hunter’s room. Quickly seizing Sawyer’s arm, he yanked him back, growling, “You are the biggest asshole ever, you know that, don’t you? Yes, our brother met his Fated Mate here but he didn’t want us to know about it until he had a chance to meet him. So please don’t say anything.”
“From the smell of things, I’d say our brother has already met his mate…up close and personal, if you get my meaning.”
As another scream echoed through the hallway, Robin shook his head. “This has been going on all night?”
“Since midnight at least. That must have been when our brother was ‘meeting” his mate, if you get my drift,” smirked Sawyer.
“Fuck,” Robin said, glancing at Hunter’s room. “C’mon, I don’t want to be late for breakfast. Th
en, I’m gonna spend the day out in the motorhome.”
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Panting, his heart pounding, Fionn stared at the ceiling. Holy fucking shit! He was positive the blow job his mate just gave him had sucked his balls dry…fuck that, he sucked my brains out… leaving him boneless, unable to move. No wonder Ki loves sex! I need to pick his brains for more ideas.
Lying on his side, his head propped up with his hand, Hunter smirked at his mate who was motionless after their latest round. “Hey, my pet, are you alive?”
“I don’t know,” Fionn groaned. “I think you broke my dick.”
“You think so? Let’s see.” Reaching over, Hunter ran his fingers up and down his mate’s cock, lightly teasing the slit and the rim. When it twitched in response, he replied, “Nope, it’s okay.” Grinning at his mate’s whimpers, Hunter’s fingers moved to Fionn’s nipples. Gently rubbing his thumb over each of them in turn, he murmured, “These definitely need some gold rings, my pet.”
“Uh, huh. Maybe Ian can do it.”
“I need to get the rings first,” Hunter said.
“Uh, uh…oh fuck that feels so good,” moaned Fionn, “Oh, oh, no, you have to stop. I don’t think I can…anymore, now.”
Removing his thumb, Hunter leaned over, lightly kissing his mate’s neck. “How about a shower?”
“Can’t. Won’t be able to stand,” Fionn replied, closing his eyes, missing his mate’s touch on his nipples. “Oh my fucking gods! I still want more!”
Chuckling, Hunter rolled off the bed. “Later my pet. First, a bath, then food. Don’t move. I’ll be back to get you shortly.”
“No worries about that, mate, cause I can’t move.” Fionn mumbled to himself, listening to the water running in the bathroom. A bath sounded perfect for his cum-crusted body and sore muscles. Still feeling his mate’s touch on his nipples, he touched, one, following the path Hunter’s thumb left on it, that had burned into his soul.