by M. A. Church
“Every part, babe. Every part of you is beautiful to me.”
Satisfied he’d made his point, Alvin grasped Bert’s shaft and held it upright. He kissed it, then closed his lips over the dome. He sucked the crown and tongued the head, teasing the slit.
“Fuck! I’m going to come real fast, especially if you do that!”
Precome flooded Alvin’s mouth as he eased down Bert’s length. Bert moaned harshly, and Alvin looked up. Bert, eyes heavy with desire and mouth slightly open, watched as Alvin bobbed up and down. He sucked Bert, making sure to roll his balls as he fell into a rhythm.
Bert let go of Alvin’s hair, gasped, and threw his head back. The cords in Bert’s neck bulged. Thrilled, Alvin kept going until he had Bert warning he was going to come. He eased Bert’s dick out of his throat, pleased to see Bert’s balls were tight to his body.
“No more, aw fuck, no more. I want you in me. Now! Make love to me.”
With a final kiss to the swollen head, Alvin reached for the lube. He poured some into his hand, warming it. Panting, Bert pulled his legs higher, giving Alvin access. He teased Bert’s hole, a barely-there touch that had Bert twisting on the bed, desperate for him to enter him.
“Dammit, get on with it!”
Someone was getting impatient. Alvin slid his finger in smoothly as he entered Bert. He twisted it around, hunting for Bert’s hot spot. A startled yelp had him smiling, and he ruthlessly attacked. Adding more lube, he worked two fingers in, scissoring them open.
“Yeah, babe.” Alvin continued to loosen Bert. “You’re so tight, so hot. I’m going to make you scream.”
“Do it.” Bert wrapped his legs around Alvin, pulling him closer. “Get in me, please.”
Alvin lined his cock up to Bert’s hole. There was so much more he wanted to do, but he was as desperate as Bert. He pushed in as Bert struggled to relax, then suddenly Alvin entered Bert in one motion, not stopping until he was seated deep inside.
Resting his forehead against Bert’s, he waited for the tightness to ease. Once it did, Alvin thrust into him. Bert gasped, tightening his legs around Alvin, and together they moved in a dance as old as time. He slammed in and out of Bert’s ass, pounding him. Dammit, he wanted to last longer, but with the way Bert clutched him, there was no way. His balls tightened, and with one final hard push, Alvin growled. He jerked back from Bert, his fangs dropping.
“Bert…,” Alvin growled. “You ready…?”
“Yes! I—I adore you. You’re my heart.” Bert turned his head, exposing his neck.
With a roar, Alvin sank his fangs in Bert’s neck. He buried his cock inside Bert, unloading deep. The heat flooding him triggered Bert’s orgasm. Almost immediately, he felt Bert and was connected to him in a way he never had been before.
Bert wrapped his arms around Alvin. “Yours.”
Alvin lifted his head and licked the blood off his lips. When Bert faced him, Alvin smiled. “Mine.”
Epilogue
“GLAD TO be back, believe it or not,” Bert said as Alvin stopped the SUV in front of the jamboree house. “And wow, we’ve only been gone a few days, and I can already tell a difference,”
“I can too.”
There was a huge dumpster next to the jamboree house, and it was already halfway full. It looked like the rehab was starting on the inside first.
On the way in, Bert had noticed a lot more people moving around the town connected to the jamboree land. A quick sniff told him they were shifters. Some were in suits, and others were in jeans with toolbelts hanging off their waists. Rob certainly wasn’t wasting any time.
The front door of the jamboree house opened, and Dylan stepped out. Grinning, he waved to them.
“Ready?” Alvin asked.
“Yes.”
Bert met Alvin in front of the SUV, and together they walked up the steps to where Dylan stood waiting. Alvin tossed the keys to Dylan, who caught them.
“Welcome back!” Dylan said. “And lookie there, are those matching marks I see on your necks?”
“Yep.” Alvin pulled the neck of his shirt over to display the mark.
Bert grinned. He’d fucked Alvin hard, made him scream with pleasure, and bit him like he owned Alvin’s ass. Bert showed his mating mark too. “All mated.”
“I want to say thank you for the gift of the hotel room. It was simply gorgeous,” Alvin said.
Dylan shrugged. “Hey, what can I say? Everybody deserves a romantic mating. So, are you guys hungry? There are some snacks in the kitchen, if you are.”
“Thanks, but we’re going to drop off our stuff at Bert’s cabin and—”
Bert tugged on Alvin’s hand. “Our cabin.”
“Right. Our cabin. Maybe we can catch up with you later this afternoon. Or are you heading back?”
“Yeah, today,” Dylan said. “I was waiting on you guys to get back.”
“I see. I assumed you’d be staying a little longer. Well, then, have a safe trip back. I filled up before we got here, so you’re good to go. You know, if you ever should need to talk, you have my number.”
“I will, thanks.” Dylan hugged Alvin and stepped back. “Bert? Take care of this knucklehead for me, will you?”
Bert returned the hug. “I will. Be careful going home.”
“Oh, I will. See you guys later.” Dylan jogged back into the jamboree house, then returned a few moments later with his duffle thrown over his shoulder.
Bert took Alvin’s hand as they watched Dylan leave. “Let’s get settled, then go hunt down Rob. I’d like to know what’s been happening the few days we were gone and what his plans are for the future.”
“Me too. Then I need to contact Grady, put my house up for sale, and do something with my business. I may ask Grady if he’s okay with me staying open, even though I’m not in his territory and no longer part of his jamboree. Maybe we can work something out. I’d like to open another Topped Off here too.”
“Busy, busy.”
“Yep, we got a lot of stuff in front of us. I can’t wait.”
As they walked toward home, Bert glanced at where the shed he’d been beaten in stood. The debris had been cleaned off, and there was a big scorch mark from the fire. But soon something new and better would grow out of those ashes. Just like him.
“Yeah, I can’t wait either.”
Books by M.A. Church
Changeling Press
Bad Boys Club Box Set
Lust and Ice
Into the Darkness
Haunting the Night
Dreamspinner Press
Be My Alien
Be My Human
Trouble Comes in Threes
Behind the Eight Ball
It Takes Two to Tango
At Sixes and Sevens
Priceless
Perfect
Pure
Shadows in the Night
To Touch the Sky
Dragon’s Hoard
In Enemy Hands
Wrapped in Leather
A Country Boy at Heart
Texting, Autocorrect, and a Prius
eXtasy Books
The Yellow Rope
Self-Published
The Harvest: Taken
The Harvest: Journey’s End
The Harvest: A Tah'Narian Christmas
The Harvest Young: Bound by Fate
The Harvest Young: Bound by Destiny
Beneath the Surface
Riding the Ride
Nighttime Wishes
Nighttime Promises
Paws and Claws
Fangs and Furs
Faded Love
*Several titles have been translated into foreign languages, so if you’re interested in those, please visit my website!
AUTHOR BIO
M.A. Church is a true Southern belle who spent many years in the elementary education sector. Now she spends her days lost in fantasy worlds, arguing with hardheaded aliens on far-off planets, herding her numerous shifters, or trying to tempt her country boy
s away from their fishing poles. It’s a full-time job, but hey, someone’s gotta do it!
When not writing, she’s exploring the latest M/M novel to hit the market, watching her beloved Steelers, or watching HGTV. That’s if she’s not on the back porch tending to the demanding wildlife around the pond in the backyard. The ducks are very outspoken. She’s married to her high school sweetheart, and they have two children.
She is a member of the Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers of America.
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