8. CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 7
It had taken all of Baz’s control to not push Channing against the nearest tree and fuck him, claim him. He needed to force his mate to understand just how much he wanted him. No, craved him. He had no clue who had convinced Channing he wasn’t hot as fuck, but Baz was more than happy to prove him wrong.
That helped convince Baz to take his mate to his room and not just ravish him where they stood. Channing deserved so much more than a quick fuck when Baz claimed him. He didn’t know everything that had happened to him, but what he knew enraged Baz that anyone would do that to someone who had shown himself to be so sweet and caring.
Taking the steps two at time to his room on the second floor, Baz didn’t slow down until he’d kicked the door shut with his foot. Already knowing exactly what he wanted to do with his mate, he set Channing on his feet in front of a full-length mirror that was attached to his closet door.
Not wasting any time, he swooped in and took those lush lips with his own. He loved the way Channing leaned in closer with a little moan of need. Stroking his hands down the lithe lines of his mate’s back, his fingers tingled when the tight, round globes of his ass filled his palms perfectly.
Damn, he couldn’t wait to get this delectable body naked so he could feel all that mouthwatering skin. It had been a constant fantasy that had left him hard and aching nearly every second since they’d met. It had killed him that his mate thought, even for a second, that Baz didn’t want him. If only Channing knew how often he imagined touching him, making love to him, or hell, even just being allowed to sit next to him and talk.
Kneading that sweet ass, he tugged his mate closer until they were as close as possible with their clothes on. Rolling his hips, they both groaned as the bulges they were both sporting rubbed together. The friction was sublime, but not nearly enough.
His tongue slid along Channing’s as he explored every inch of his mate’s mouth. He was loathe to stop but he had a mission, and he wasn’t about to get distracted. Channing was too important to allow that to happen.
Breaking the kiss, he placed his hands on his mate’s hips and turned him around, plastering his front to Channing’s back. He captured those gorgeous brown eyes in the mirror and smiled seductively. “Fucking beautiful,” he murmured as he trailed a hand down over his chest before gathering the edge of the shirt in his hand.
Slowly, he dragged the material up to reveal tanned skin that showed he loved being outside as much as Baz did. “Stunning,” he murmured as he pressed his cock against the seam of Channing’s shorts so his mate would feel just how turned on he was.
Those pretty brown eyes that had been filled with embarrassment at seeing his body in the mirror, flashed with a heavy dose of doubt. When his chest was exposed, Channing glanced down at his feet as if he refused to look at his own body.
Not about to let that happen, Baz decided he was going to have to be more persuasive. Dropping the material that had been in his hand, which would allow him to start all over again, he lifted that hand that had been holding Channing’s hip to keep him from running.
Gently, but firmly, he held his mate’s chin and lifted it until he was once again forced to look at himself in the mirror unless he closed his eyes. “I want you to see what I see,” Baz crooned softly. “You can either look where I am, or at my eyes to see for yourself just how much you turn me on.”
Keeping that hand on his chin still, he used the other to once more gather the edge of the fabric of the shirt. Slowly, he dragged it upward ensuring his fingernails scored that tantalizing flesh. “Fuck,” he whispered fiercely as he watched the tanned skin turn white before pink lines appeared.
“Mine,” he growled out possessively. “Every damn inch a masterpiece in a greater work of art.” To prove what he meant, he stroked the skin that had been revealed even as he held the shirt halfway up his body. “Smooth,” he purred, pushing his groin tighter against his mate’s perfectly muscled ass.
“I’m only able to see your abdomen, yet my mouth is watering and my cock is throbbing with need.” Damn if Channing’s pupils didn’t dilate. It wasn’t a lot, but enough to let Baz know his mate was affected by his words.
He scrapped his nails over one of Channing’s nipples as he lifted the shirt even higher. Watching it constrict into a tight bud had his mouth watering with the need to suck on it. “That is one pretty sight - mine.” It might not be the sweetest endearment, but it was how he thought of Channing. His. One hundred percent.
Part of that, he was fairly certain had to do with how long he’d searched for Channing. The necessity to find his mate had ridden him hard with each day that had passed. After thirteen months, he’d pretty much lashed out at anyone who got near him, or Gods forbid, tried to impede his search of his mate.
It had made him extremely possessive. At least that was what he told himself. For all he knew he might have always been that way.
Pinching the nipple he had missed with his fingernails, he groaned as he watched the way his mate’s body had reacted. His chest pushed out as if begging for more while his ass pushed back and rode Baz’s bulge for several moments. Baz hated it when Channing seemed to realize what he’d been doing and froze as if he’d suddenly become a statue.
That wouldn’t do. Letting go of his chin, Baz lifted the shirt up and off before tossing it to the side. He sucked his breath in before growling out his pleasure at the vision before him. “Breathtaking,” he whispered in Channing’s ear, sending a shiver down his mate’s body. “You make me hard every time I lay my eyes on you.”
Shaking his head at that misleading statement, he corrected himself. “No. Every damn time I think of you, which is constant. I can’t do anything without images of you popping into my head. Being hard has become a constant state.”
Leaning down, he kissed Channing’s shoulder before slowly licking and nipping his way up the column of his neck. He grinned when Channing automatically tilted his head to give him room. The doubt wasn’t exactly gone, but those brown eyes had turned soft and unfocused as he sank against Baz.
“That’s it, my baby.” He couldn’t stop from calling Channing his, nor did he even want to. “Enjoy every touch while I worship you as you deserve.”
That flash of doubt grew, yet Channing rolled his hips back and ground his ass against Baz’s rock-hard dick. As much as he wanted to completely seduce his mate, Baz feared he’d come in his pants like a teenager before that. Then again, that was the good thing about being a shifter. Recovery time wasn’t too long, and he’d still be able to sink into his mate’s body to claim him fully.
Trailing his fingers down, then up again along the flesh of Channing’s torso, he moved to do the same to his side. The shivers that raced through his mate emboldened him to push even further.
His fingers flicked open the button of his shorts before grasping the tab to pull down his zipper. The rasping sound was much louder than he would have ever imagined, but it seemed far too loud. Then again, the anticipation had Baz on pins and needles. Was it possible his mate felt the same thing?
Gods he hoped so.
Dipping his hand into the front of his shorts as well as his underwear, Baz wrapped his hand around his mate’s hard dick. Giving it a firm stroke, he grinned when Channing’s hips thrust up into his fist. Needy boy.
“So damn sensual,” he affirmed when there was a moment of uncertainty in those brown orbs. “You are perfection.” Unable to help himself he once more said, “ Mine. ”
Pushing Channing’s shorts down just past his thighs, he once more found himself grinning when his mate shimmied them down to his ankles. If only his shoes weren’t still on, he might have stepped out of them.
There was a new look of confidence in Channing’s expression. If only the doubt would completely leave those brown eyes.
Trailing his hand down over his mate’s abdomen, he didn’t stop until he curled his fingers around that long cock that had his mouth watering anew. Damn, but he would love nothing more than to drop to his knees and suck his length into his mouth. If he had a hand free, Baz would wipe his mouth of the drool that had been threatening to drip from the corners of his mouth since they’d started.
Instead, his fingers went right for that angry red prick and stroked it several times. “I want to nothing more than to eat you up.”
A shiver went through Channing as his ass shimmied against Baz’s groin. Groaning, he kept stroking his mate’s length even as he let go of his chin so he could pluck those enticing nipples. Pulling the flesh from Channing’s chest, he stared into the mirror, transfixed.
“Beautiful,” he breathed against his mate’s ear. “Stunning. I’m so fucking lucky.”
That his mate was basically naked except for his shoes and the pants that hung around his ankles, made it even more erotic. That flash of doubt grew for a moment, but as Baz stroked his mate’s cock as well as plucked at his sensitive nipples had Channing’s eyes glazing over even more while he pressed back against Baz.
“Do you have any idea how enticing you are in this moment?” Then he shook his head. “No. Don’t get me wrong, you are like a siren pulling me in and entrancing me, but it is so much more than that. I could easily drown in you.”
Unable to look away from the image of his mate captivated by every touch and stroke of his hands was beyond mesmerizing. “So sexy,” he whispered into Channing’s ear as he continued to pluck those nipples with one hand while the other stroked his mate’s length. “I would love to feel you inside of me.”
It was the truth. Baz hadn’t bottomed often in his life, but he had enjoyed it now and again. The thought of his mate inside of him sent his senses reeling. “I can only imagine how your length would fill me, stretching my ass. Just the thought has the muscles of my channel fluttering with need.”