Chapter 34
When the water began to cool, Logan stood, lifting his mate with him.
Stepping out of the tub and grabbing several heated towels, he wrapped Kieran in them, gently patting him dry.
Quickly drying himself, he then carried his mate into the warm cozy bedroom, setting him on his feet next to the bed before helping Kieran into a plush robe.
After getting into his, he led Kieran to the table, pulled out a chair for his mate, and then sat across from him before uncovering their food.
Kieran inhaled deeply, and his stomach growled. Grinning at Logan, he said, “I’m starved.”
“So am I,” Logan said, dishing out the food. “Bon appétit.”
As he watched his mate dig in, Logan’s robe began to rise, his cock responding to Kieran’s mewls of pleasure as he licked his lips and savored every bite of his juicy steak.
Logan had never met anyone who showed more appreciation for food.
Then it hit him why. Arald! His anger erupted, claws came out, fangs dropped, and he started to shift.
Kieran sat, with his eyes closed, savoring the scent and flavor of his meat, until his spirit alerted him to Logan’s shift.
Eyes now wide open, he saw the anger on Logan’s face and knew what caused it.
Jumping up and landing in his mate’s lap, he wrapped his arms around Logan’s neck and crooned to him, “Macushla, macushla, stop! Look at me! I’m fine!
Everything’s all right!” Then Kieran rained kisses on his mate—every place he could reach, hoping to get through to him.
Anger temporarily forgotten, Logan’s wolf sensed his mate close by and, unwilling to risk hurting him, he retreated. Breathing hard, it took several minutes before Logan could speak to Kieran but, in the meantime, he wrapped his arms around his love. Finally, he uttered, “Sorry about that.”
Framing Logan’s face with his hands, Kieran stared into those sexy eyes and said, “No macushla, never apologize for your need to take care of me because it makes me feel loved and wanted…something I waited my whole life for.” Then giving his trademark grin, Kieran added, “While I love seeing your wolf, I’d much rather have you rimming me. ”
Letting out a bark of laughter, Logan replied, “I don’t blame you, though you might prefer that done by a Sun Bear.”
Giggling, Kieran said, “I don’t think so.” Then in a quiet tone, he added, “Are you okay, macushla? Want to talk about what made you so angry?”
“You already know…I love watching you eat and suddenly my thoughts went to Arald starving you, and that was all it took for my wolf to surge forward, seeking to avenge the wrong done to you.”
Kieran went quiet for a moment, then said, “I was also angry but at the gods and the Fates who, according to my Shaman, were supposed to protect me. But now I think that was my final exam, so to speak and, in the end, it brought me to you. And if that’s what I had to go through to get to you then I would do it again a thousand times because you are worth it. ”
Gently kissing Kieran’s lips, Logan then whispered against them, “Thank you, mo anan cara, that goes ditto for me. Ready to finish our dinner?”
Nodding, Kieran rose, sat down in his seat and began to eat, keeping an eye on Logan this time to make sure his mate was all right.
When the last morsel was gone, and the fire gently flickering, Logan heard Liszt’s Love Dream playing and knew it was time to give his mate the claiming he should have had—one given with all his heart, soul, mind and body.
After tonight, Kieran would never doubt Logan’s love or how much he was wanted.
Without saying a word, he rose and held out his hand.
Taking it, Kieran stood, searching his mate’s face and found what he’d always been looking for.
Pulling their clasped hands to his lips, Kieran kissed them, then walked with Logan to their bed where he was engulfed in the strong arms that gave him shelter from all the storms of his past. Breathing in the unique scent of his mate, Kieran sighed with contentment for he realized he had found his home—the place he would always be loved, protected, and wanted.
Hearing his mate’s sigh, Logan smiled, feeling the same way, knowing it was now time to give all of himself.
He untied Kieran’s robe and pushed it off his mate’s shoulders until it fell at their feet.
Taking a step back, his eyes mapped out every inch of Kieran’s body, taking it all in, memorizing every inch of it so that even in the dark, Logan would know exactly where he was touching.
Finally, he held out his hand, and when Kieran took it, Logan pulled his mate to his body, scooped him up and placed him in the center of the bed.
Quickly removing his robe, grabbing the lube off the nightstand and tossing it on the bed, Logan crawled up between Kieran’s legs that had fallen open in welcome.
Bending down, seeking to taste his mate, Logan licked Kieran’s balls then continued up the length of his mate’s cock until he found the beads of pre cum dripping from its tip.
Tonguing the opening and extracting everything he could, he grasped the base of his mate’s cock, then licked and nibbled his way up and down it until, reaching the tip again, he proceeded to take Kieran’s cock into his mouth.
Sucking and laving it with his tongue, Logan’s excitement grew as he heard the sounds of need coming from his mate, and he eagerly continued to tantalize Kieran.
Forestalling his mate’s impending orgasm, Logan let the cock slide from his mouth, then began licking Kieran’s defined abs, taking occasional love bites as he made his way up to his mate’s nipples.
Swirling his tongue around each of the perfectly pink points, he nipped at each until Kieran was writhing on the bed, moaning and pleading for release.
Rising up on his hands and knees, Logan sought out his mate’s pink lips, licking and biting the lower one until Kieran was now desperately thrusting his hips, seeking friction to attain his orgasm.
Finally, Logan rose, and seeing Kieran’s leaking cock and tight balls, grabbed his mate and flipped him over on his hands and knees.
Leaning over Kieran’s back, he crooned into his mate’s ear, “Your wish is my command. Spread your legs.” Kneeling upright, Logan watched as Kieran moved his legs, exposing the destination for his tongue.
Pausing for a moment to let Kieran’s anticipation build, and relishing his mate’s needy sounds as he began to wiggle his ass in excitement, Logan began.
Spreading Kieran’s cheeks, Logan’s tongue started at the top of his mate’s crack, licking all the way down until he arrived at the bundle of nerves surrounding Kieran’s hole.
Licking them before moving down to his mate’s balls, Logan was clearly enjoying himself.
He never told Kieran about how much he loved rimming, and the fact that his Fated Mate craved it, was proof of how well the Fates had done their job.
His tongue pushed back into Kieran’s hole, licking and nibbling the nerves until his mate finally relaxed—then, mimicking what his cock would be doing shortly, he stiffened his tongue and thrust it inside repeatedly.
Crying out in pleasure when he felt Logan’s tongue enter him, Kieran could feel his body respond, demanding more of everything.
Reaching down, he worked his cock, in time to Logan’s thrusts, quickly consumed by the lust and desire raging through his body.
Then his mate slowed down, teasing Kieran’s hole, assuaging his need somewhat, even though Logan was keeping him on the edge.
Kieran loved to be rimmed, he knew that, now, but the thwarting of his orgasm had him cursing in frustration.
What Logan loved most was driving his mate insane with need and by Kieran’s cries, moans, and now curses, he’d achieved his goal.
Sitting back on his heels, he grasped his mate and flipped him on his back, keeping Kieran’s legs spread.
Lubing his cock and three fingers, Logan leaned down, taking Kieran’s cock into his mouth while one finger penetrated his mate’s relaxed pucker with ease.
As he worked his tongue and lips around his mate’s beautiful cock, Logan’s finger searched for and found Kieran’s prostate, lightly gliding his finger over it to start his mate on a new quest for his orgasm.
Kieran knew his mate was out to kill him, because he was sure his body couldn’t stand any more pleasure it was receiving from Logan.
The rimming drove him crazy with need, but now it seemed his mate had decided to slow the pace just when his body was calling for it to be picked up.
He hovered on the razor thin edge of coming and every time he started to tumble over, he was yanked back by Logan only to find himself ending up there again.
Finally, when his body was in danger of exploding, Kieran pleaded, “More, I need more…I need you inside me, please…oh please…”
Logan had three fingers in his mate when he finally heard the words he’d been waiting for. Quickly removing his fingers, Logan threw Kieran’s legs over his shoulders, lining up his cock so it was just touching his mate’s pucker. He growled, “Ready babe, for the claiming of your life?”
Tossing his head back and forth, Kieran’s need was so great, all he could do was whisper, “Yes.”
Pushing his cock in, breaching the muscles surrounding Kieran’s hole, he paused for a moment before driving further in.
Then, a series of short thrusts had Logan balls deep in his mate, before stopping once again, waiting for his mate to adjust to his size.
When Kieran’s vivid blue eyes flashed open and his raspy voice called out “Move,” Logan wasted no time, sliding his cock out just short of the tip—and then thrusting forward again.
Varying the angle and speed of his thrusts, Logan was able to keep Kieran on the edge of coming for a long time.
Wanting to make it last, he teased, tempted, and tormented Kieran as he used his cock to deny his mate’s orgasm.
Thrusting fast, then slow, then gently, then hard, Logan made sure he hit Kieran’s pleasure button, but never enough to give his mate ultimate satisfaction.
Kieran never knew he could climb so high or hang on so long, waiting for the final push to tumble headfirst into his orgasm, but his mate was showing him much more he could experience than ever before.
Now, though, he was in danger of exploding, his need so great, his want so huge, he had no choice but to cry out, “Now, please…fill me now!”
Seeing his mate’s overwhelming need to come, Logan shifted again until he was hitting Kieran’s prostate on every thrust. Reaching down to grab his mate’s cock, Logan matched his hand strokes to his fast and powerful cock plunges so they’d orgasm together.
Kieran’s cock grew even harder when Logan leaned forward, and growled, “Bite me again!”
Their fangs dropped as their orgasms erupted—Kieran’s slathered his abs and his mate’s hand, while Logan’s filled Kieran’s ass.
Tilting their heads in opposite directions, each bit the other, perfectly placing their bites over their previous mating scars.
Now when their wolves joined together along with their spirit, Logan welcomed it with joy and happiness, knowing Kieran would be with him forever, till the end of their days.
Feeling their love wrapped around his heart and soul, Logan knew, from that moment on, his soul would never turn to ice again.
Finally, when their fangs had been retracted and bites sealed by licking, Logan pulled out of his mate and, leaving Kieran with a blissful expression on his face, went to the bathroom for a warm wet washcloth.
Cleaning himself quickly, he then grabbed another and brought it back to their room where he gently washed the drying cum off Kieran.
Tossing it to the floor, Logan climbed back into bed, turned his mate on his side, and pulled him tightly to him.
Cuddling with his mate was the perfect end to their second claiming—the claiming his mate should have had in the first place, not that it mattered anymore.
Suddenly he heard Kieran’s voice in his mind, Macushla, you’re right…it doesn’t matter anymore…we walked the path that was given to us and only the end is important…that we are one and will be one for the rest of our days…I love you with every fiber of my being, now and forever more.
Ditto for me, mo anan cara…now and forever more.
Burying his nose in Kieran’s hair, Logan breathed in the scents of orange blossoms and sunshine, loving how they represented his home…
a home where he was wanted and loved. Closing his eyes, Logan listened as his mate fell asleep with sweet little breaths filling the air.
Whispering into Kieran’s hair, he said, “I give myself to you, now and forever and even death will not separate us for you are now in my soul and will remain there forever. Good-night my love.”
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The oil lamp was close to going out and soon he’d be in the pitch blackness of the cave.
Shackled with silver, there wasn’t any way he could shift into his wolf to escape his captivity.
Staring over at the young man, also held captive and unable to shift into his dragon, he worried about how long they could go without food.
Trying to remember how many days they’d spent in the cave was pointless for without seeing daylight, he had no idea, but he knew it was too many.
His cellmate was spending more and more time asleep, maybe trying to conserve his energy but he was guessing it was more a case of giving up and waiting to die.
The only good thing was the trickle of water running down the wall, allowing him to lap some up, albeit very slowly because craning his neck to reach it, caused burns on his neck.
It was a miracle the young dragon could even drink, since his restraints included a steel muzzle which only had enough space for the young man’s tongue to slip through and reach the water.
But now, he had refused to drink any more, lending credence to the wolf shifter’s belief his cell mate wanted to die.