by Lisa Oliver
There was a lingering undertone of anxiety and confusion in Cari’s scent, but Quaid ignored it. He was trusting on the mating urge to pull Cari out of his funk and sure enough, within a minute or so, probably the longest minute of Quaid’s life, Cari sighed. His body relaxed in Quaid’s hold and he tilted his head, ever so slightly, so Quaid could smooch his way down a slender neck.
Nuzzling into the crook of Cari’s neck, which was where his bite would go, Quaid felt his gums tingle, and he turned so he could sit on the bed, Cari still in his arms. Time to move things along. “You wasted your time getting dressed, precious,” Quaid said, tugging at Cari’s shirt. “You never need to do that on my account.”
“I had things to do.” Cari sounded a little breathless which was exactly what Quaid was going for. “I don’t do anything naked except shower.”
“The things we’ll be doing now require you to be naked.” Quaid patiently waited for Cari to lift his arms so the shirt could come off. It took a moment, because Cari took his glasses off and set them carefully on the bedside cabinet first. Quaid had seen Cari’s chest when his mate shifted, but touching it was so much better. The way his mate shivered and arched into his touch was a powerful aphrodisiac – not that Quaid needed much encouragement in that department.
“You’ve still got your clothes on,” Cari said shyly. “Is that how you… do you prefer…?”
Quaid knew exactly what his mate was trying to say, and clearly Cari watched some interesting porn if he thought fucking while clothed was what mates did for their first time.
“Here’s what we’re going to do,” Quaid said, picking Cari up and setting him on the bed, before standing up. “I’ll get rid of my clothes and you get rid of the rest of yours, and then we’ll snuggle, among other things.” He waggled his eyebrows, pleased when Cari chuckled. If his mate could relax around him, the rest of their relationship should fall into place nicely.
Conscious of Cari’s widened eyes and slightly open mouth, Quaid eased his shirt over his head. He wasn’t sure how much Cari could see without his glasses, so his hip swivel and the flexing of his arms was more deliberate. Dropping his shirt on the floor, he pumped his biceps, just for show, before resting his hands on the waistband of his pants.
“Like what you see?” Quaid teased as he flicked the button open and slowly pulled on his zipper.
Cari nodded, the small edge of his tongue peeking between his lips. Without his glasses, his eyes seemed bigger, or maybe they’re big because this is the first time he’s seen me naked, Quaid thought with a smile. Reaching into his opened pants, Quaid pulled his cock and balls free of the material with one hand, shoving his pants down his legs with the other. Unfortunately, the pants didn’t fall far, and Quaid still had his shoes on. This is why I shouldn’t wear tight pants. Sitting on the bed again, he kicked off his shoes, and finally got his pants over his feet.
Quaid never considered shuffling across a bed a sexy look, but he moved fast, his feet still hanging over the edge of the mattress as he draped himself across the covers. Propping his head up with one hand, he kept a loose grip on his dick with the other. “You’ve still got your sleep pants on,” he observed, taking in the flush on Cari’s cheeks.
“I’m still looking at what I’m liking.” Cari gulped. He looked down and Quaid noticed he was clutching his crotch too. “Er… is it normal for men to be that big, you know, down there?”
Is that what’s bothering you? Quaid stifled his laughter and managed to say with a straight face, “Babe, I’m two foot taller than you. I probably weigh two hundred pounds more than you ever will. My cock is in proportion to the rest of me, as I imagine yours is too.” He put on his most charming smile. “Why don’t you take those pants off and I’ll have a look for myself?”
Chapter Ten
When Cari was in his teenage years, he used to dream of being taller. Unfortunately, the Fates never listened to his concerns about height and when the promised “growth spurt” didn’t eventuate when he hit twenty one, Cari resigned himself to being under five foot tall.
Penis size, on the other hand, wasn’t something Cari had ever really thought about until he was confronted with the length Quaid pulled from his pants. It’s not as though he’d ever shared a locker room with other guys. When members of his prickle shifted, they did it in private. Penises in the porn he watched all seemed a lot larger than his, but Cari consoled himself with the thought it was all probably made up; the length and girth he was seeing the result of camera angles and lighting effects.
But now. Confronted with the first penis he’d seen other than his own in real life, Cari had the urge to pull out a tape measure. He knew, because research told him so, the average male penis was about five and a half inches long – stretched, not erect. Cari still didn’t understand the stretched concept. Shifters, because they were often larger, stronger and were typically healthier than the average human, also had larger penises. A study by a very famous wolf shifting scientist claimed that alpha wolf shifter penises were roughly two to five inches longer on average than their human counterparts – again stretched not erect. If that was true, then Cari failed as a shifter on yet another level. Although, he wasn’t a wolf, so maybe that had something to do with it.
He was also prevaricating. There was no getting out of his current predicament. If Cari claimed to have a headache, Quaid would probably snuggle under the covers with him. Naked. Which meant he would have to be naked too, or look like he wasn’t into this mating business. The reveal couldn’t be put off. Better now than later, Cari thought although, he struggled to think why he’d come to that conclusion. With Quaid looking so delectable, all sprawled out in his naked studliness, it was time for Cari to show what he had, before his cock edged out of his sleep pants and introduced itself.
Lying back so he could arch his butt off the bed, Cari pushed his pants down his legs until he could kick them off. Then, because he knew how to keep his eyes above a person’s waistline, he turned on one side, just like Quaid had done, and aimed for the same seductive pose. The urge to grab a pillow to slap in his groin was strong.
It didn’t help when Quaid’s grin widened. He didn’t follow the rule about keeping his eyes above waist level. “Very nice,” he purred, reaching over and running his forefinger down Cari’s length. Cari bit the inside of his mouth, determined not to whimper. Nobody had ever touched him down there – ever. Except him, and he didn’t count seeing as it was his cock.
But Quaid was playing with it like it was his, which was nice. Beyond nice. So nice in fact, Cari was having trouble coming up with words to describe how nice the feelings that touching was causing him. But touching led to another problem. Climaxing. Something that was going to happen in the next thirty seconds if Quaid didn’t remove his hand.
Cari’s whole body froze. Maybe if he didn’t move, didn’t even breathe, then maybe he could hold off the inevitable. He scrunched his toes. Something had to work. It’s not as though his mother had ever told him the polite way to get a man to unhand his dick. The whole not breathing thing might have worked too, if Quaid hadn’t taken it as a challenge.
What is he… oh, no… he can’t! But he did. Quaid slid Cari’s whole cock into his mouth and that was it as far as Cari was concerned. Warmth, suction, pressure, the sight of Quaid’s head at his groin level. There was no way Cari could hold back with all those things going against him. And just to spite him, instead of having a “meh” orgasm, which Cari was used to, his whole body got into the act – he was tingling everywhere. His arms wouldn’t hold him up, Cari collapsed on the mattress, moaning as one wave of euphoria hit him after another.
Quaid sat up, licking his lips. Cari didn’t dare look down at his groin, but he had a strong suspicion his dick was hoping for round two. “You’re looking a lot more relaxed now, my precious sweet tasting mate. Where’s your lube?”
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By nature, Quaid wasn’t a pushy person when it came to sex. Guys, women, they came onto hi
m all the time, and if his dick reacted, he usually went with the flow. Which was just another reason why he knew Cari was special. He never went down on anyone, but with Cari, it was instinctive and felt right. Guys had musky, salty spunk as a rule, so he’d heard. Cari’s spunk was sweet like salted caramel. Quaid had a sweet tooth – he would be sucking his sweet mate off again.
The tightening in his balls let him know he needed to get to the main event. Cari still seemed to be in a world of his own, so Quaid leaned over and pulled on the drawer of the bedside cabinet. Sure enough, a half used lube tube was there. But unlike other men, who probably squeezed from the middle, Cari’s tube was neatly rolled up from the bottom ensuring what was left was easy to access.
That is just like my mate. Flipping the cap, Quaid coated his fingers on one hand, then gently rolled his mate over with the other. “Stick your butt in the air, babe.”
“Ungh.” Quaid did chuckle then. Cari sprawled his legs open, which was a beautiful sight worth savoring another time, but his hips flopped down as fast as they went up. “You do it.”
Thank the Fates for pillows. Working one handed, because Quaid could only imagine what Cari would say if he got lube all over the covers, Quaid managed to get his mate’s ass propped up with a pillow. And what an ass it was. A hint of roundness – nothing overdone, but something to hold onto when he was deep inside.
Taking advantage of Cari’s natural relaxed state, Quaid worked quickly, rubbing around the rim of Cari’s hole until the muscles relaxed and then pushing plenty of lube into the tightest ass he’d ever fondled. All joking about cock size aside, Quaid knew he only got one shot at being Cari’s first time and he didn’t want to stuff it up.
Something he had to keep reminding his lion. His animal half was generally lazy and uninterested whenever Quaid was getting intimate with someone. He only got riled up when danger was present. But the only danger present now was that the damn lion would sink his teeth into Cari’s exposed neck before he’d had a chance to join with his mate the way every cell in his body urged him to.
Holding his lion back, patiently opening his mate’s body to accept his length. Quaid had never worked so hard to get off in his life, but as he lined up his cock, and Cari’s body tensed and then gave way to him, the sensation was worth every frustrating moment leading up to it.
“Ah… ah… ah… ah….” Cari’s head came up and Quaid ran his fingers down his mate’s spine to soothe him.
“It’s going to be uncomfortable at first,” he said gently. “Just relax, push out, let me in.”
“You’re already in.”
Quaid looked down at his exposed cock. Only the head of it was snug in his mate’s body. “Just a tiny bit more to go,” he lied, “relax babe.”
“Tiny bit, my ass,” Cari muttered, but resting his head on his now folded arms, Quaid watched as his upper body rose and fell in long slow motions. The pressure around his cock eased and Quaid wiggled in a little bit more.
It was slow going. Quaid couldn’t see Cari’s face so he could only take heed of the grip on his cock and the strain in Cari’s back muscles to know when to push and when to hold back. Being an Omega, Cari’s body was throwing out pheromones that saturated the air, causing Quaid’s need to become almost uncontrollable. That was the point, so he’d always been told. An omega needed his alpha and Cari needed him. They were made for each other. Quaid just needed to convince Cari’s ass of that.
By the time his cock was fully seated, Quaid’s jaw ached from his clenched teeth, sweat was dribbling down his face, and his fingers were rigid from resisting the urge to bruise his sweet mate’s skin. With his lion pushing like never before, all he could think was Don’t move, don’t move, don’t fucking move.
His orgasm was right there in front of him. If a fly landed on his nose he’d climax. Frozen solid, Quaid focused on slowing down his breathing. In…one, two, three; out, one two three. Over and over, his eyes fixed firmly on the wall in front of him.
A fake cough finally drew his attention. He looked down to see Cari peering at him over his shoulder. “Excuse me, Mr. Alpha Lion sir, but seeing as you went to so much trouble to get that bat you call a penis inside my rectum, don’t you think you should do something with it? Or is this all there is to being claimed?”
Claiming. This was their claiming. Quaid had been so busy focusing on the main act, he’d left the rest of his sweet mate neglected. Hopeful that he could move now without embarrassing himself, Quaid let out another long breath and arched over Cari’s back. His mate was so short, Quaid dwarfed him, giving rise to a whole set of new protective feelings.
“I’ve been an ass. I’m so sorry.” Quaid brushed kisses over Cari’s nape. The hair on the back of Cari’s neck were damp and Quaid wondered if his mate was uncomfortable.
“You’re in my butt,” Cari grumbled, “I thought there was some movement involved in all this. I think my bits have gone to sleep.”
“Losing your erection when penetrated for the first time is perfectly normal.” Quaid’s sex education from his father was finally paying off. “Let’s see if we can get you back in the mood again.”
Moving slowly at first, Quaid moved his hips back and then rocked back in. The whole slam-until-you-come moves would have to wait. For one thing, even though he was a shifter, Cari was still tiny and that was without the virginity aspect of things. As he rocked, Quaid loved on Cari’s collarbone with his lips and teeth. He felt his canine teeth drop in anticipation of his claiming bite, but for now Quaid teased himself and his mate with grazing them along Cari’s lightly freckled shoulders.
Cari’s omega scent increased, his body twitching as though he wanted to move but wasn’t sure which way to get his limbs to go. Slipping his hand between Cari’s chest and the covers, Quaid lifted his torso, his hand moving down, finding Cari’s cock easily. His young omega was hard again and between them they found their rhythm.
This was how the Fates envisaged things between a couple. Despite his many experiences, no act of sex touched Quaid’s soul like being in Cari’s body. Movements between them took on a timeless quality. Cari’s moans hit every one of Quaid’s buttons. Their bodies became slick where they were joined, droplets of sweat dropping from Quaid’s face to the covers below. It was torture, yet nothing had ever felt so right. It had to end, but Quaid could have rocked into his mate forever.
The bite, when it came sealed the deal. Quaid’s orgasm and his lion hit him at the same time. Cari’s skin gave way under his huge teeth and Quaid felt it – the satisfaction and pride of his lion greeting the spirit of their special hedgehog. His balls ached as their contents spurted into Cari’s body. For better, for worse, they were mated.
Quaid had one last thing to do. Pulling carefully away from Cari’s body, he turned his sweet mate on his side. “Bite me,” he growled, leaning close so Cari could reach his shoulder with his teeth. There was a moment’s hesitation and then Cari buried his nose in Quaid’s neck and struck, his pointy teeth drawing blood and leaving a scar that would let every paranormal in existence know he was claimed.
It was probably the second orgasm that hit them both, that sent Quaid into the deepest sleep he’d had in a long, long time. At least that’s what he’d tell anyone if they asked.
Chapter Eleven
Cari woke up hot, sticky and aching. Twitching his nose, he grimaced. He smelled like stale sweat and sex. The room smelled like sex. There was a hardened substance coated to the covers he was lying on, and something sticky gluing his thighs together. None of the porn I ever watched mentioned how messy sex was, Cari grumbled to himself as he rolled over to see the blame for the messy side of things.
Only he couldn’t move, because Quaid was curled around him like a hedgehog. Deep rumbly snores indicated his bodyguard, no, his mate, and yes, Cari did get a shiver of excitement thinking that, had no intention of waking up anytime soon. In the meantime, Cari was feeling icky and desperately needed a pee and shower. The bed clothes would have to be thoro
ughly washed before he had to get ready for work.
But no, he didn’t have to go to work. “Because I’m rich,” Cari whispered to himself, remembering how he’d written his resignation out the night before and sent it. He tried to imagine what his boss might be thinking when he got the email. His mind went blank.
It wasn’t as though he interacted at all with the heads of Schofield and Connors. He just went in each day, sat at his desk and did the work that’d been left in his inbox. There was a good chance Mr. Schofield, or Mr. Connors, depending on who got the email, wouldn’t even remember who he was. That thought didn’t help Cari’s agitation.
He poked at Quaid’s arm wrapped around his waist. It was like trying to move a brick wall. Even relaxed, Quaid’s muscles were like iron. Cari imagined he’d have to process the whole ‘I’ve got a mate now,’ too, at some point, but the need to be clean superseded anything else. Cari grunted as he tried to lift Quaid’s arm. Of course, it didn’t move.
Frustrated, Cari bared his teeth at Quaid’s chest. A sharp nip would wake up the lazy lion, but Cari only thought things like that. It’s not as though he’d ever actually bite the big bodyguard. Except, oh my goodness, he had. The evidence was gleaming on Quaid’s golden tanned shoulder. His mating mark. Cari could almost forgive Quaid for the mess he’d been left in. Almost.
In the meantime, getting heart palpitations at the idea of being mated, didn’t get Cari out of Quaid’s hold. He was sweaty enough, he could probably slide out but a tentative move in the direction of the floor had Quaid’s grip tightening, with barely a break in the man’s snoring. With no other options, Cari shifted, praying all the while he wouldn’t get caught under Quaid’s arm in his hedgehog form.