Chapter 29
Sinking to his knees, Remy took Carson’s jeans along for the ride before helping his mate out of them. Sitting on his heels, he looked up, pleased to see his mate’s cock twitching in anticipation. “Feet apart.”
Carson groaned as he complied, his cock growing harder as he obeyed Remy’s commands. Licking his lips, he fought the urge to break free, which only fueled his need to attain heights he’d never previously scaled.
Smiling, Remy rewarded his compliant mate by licking his balls before running his tongue up the underside of his cock.
Swirling his tongue around the turgid head he began to lap up copious drops of pre-cum oozing from the slit.
Opening his mouth wide, Remy deep-throated his mate’s cock, groaning as it breached his throat.
Keeping it there, he swallowed several times, massaging Carson’s cock with his throat muscles before drawing back.
Breathing erratically, Carson’s loss of sight, speech, and touch intensified the rest of his senses, amplifying everything his mate was doing.
Fighting his body’s urge to move, his legs began to tremble when he heard the sucking noises of Remy’s blow job and his balls began to harden and draw tight against his body.
Pausing, Remy stood, gazing at his beautiful mate for a moment before saying, “Come, darling.” Guiding his mate over to their bed, he freed Carson’s hands but kept his eyes covered.
Helping him onto the bed, Remy raised his mate’s hands over his head and bound them, this time tying them to one of the spindles in the headboard.
Then stripping completely, he picked up one of the items he’d previously placed on the nightstand.
Beginning at Carson’s feet, Remy lightly dragged a large, peacock feather against his skin, skipping around so his mate never knew where the next touch would be.
By the time he reached his mate’s nipples, Carson was whimpering and begging to be taken.
Ignoring his mate’s pleas, Remy now used his tongue to mimic the path his feather had taken, making sure no other part of his body touched Carson.
After a last, tantalizing lick, Remy straightened up, gazing at his gibbering, writhing mate, frantic with need.
Carson was everything he could ever want— responsive, sensitive to Remy’s touch and obedient?the perfect trifecta guaranteed to bring both of them to the height of pleasure.
Remy climbed between his mate’s legs, grabbing for the lube on the nightstand, he popped the cap, coating his hands and cock liberally.
Then, tossing it aside, he commanded, “Spread more.”
Gazing with delight at what was now revealed, Remy squeezed the base of his cock, forcing back his need to come, reluctant to release his jism until he was buried deep in his mate’s hole.
Pressing against the bundle of nerves guarding the entrance, Remy watched as Carson thrust his hips into the air, seeking anything to help him come.
Then sliding one finger into his mate’s pucker, Remy’s cock jumped at the tightness he found.
He couldn’t wait until his cock was inside his mate’s tunnel, surrounded by its velvety heat.
“Please babe…I need you…please,” Carson moaned, his head tossing back and forth as his cock continued to leak droplets of crystal-clear pre-cum.
Transfixed by the urgency of his mate’s need, Remy savored the moment, returning to reality only when he heard Carson’s raspy moan as he began to fuck himself on Remy’s finger in his ass.
Resuming his efforts, Remy began preparing his mate’s sweet pucker, realizing he never asked Carson if he’d bottomed before—anyway, it was too late now.
The only thing he could do to prevent discomfort for his mate was to make sure Carson was as open as he could make him.
Making sure to brush against Carson’s gland, Remy smiled as a wild, low growl echoed in the room, finding its way to him.
When he was sure his mate was ready, he removed his fingers, then leaned over Carson, untied his hands and removed the blindfold.
Remy wanted to see his mate’s reaction when they climaxed together—to lock onto his mate’s eyes when they both flew to the stars.
Flipping both of them over so Carson was on top, Remy murmured, “Ride me, darling, ride me until we fly.”
Staring into Remy’s eyes, Carson saw a future he never believed would happen—but now it was his for the taking and take it he did.
Grasping Remy’s cock with a shaking hand, he held it against his hole, slowly lowering himself down on the iron-stiff rod, wincing when it breached him.
Pausing, he exhaled deeply while pushing out to relax his muscles before resuming, until Remy’s cock was deep inside him.
Closing his eyes, Carson took deep breaths, waiting until the discomfort faded.
“Darling, move,” Remy implored. “Let me claim my mate…my beautiful, gorgeous mate…the one who I will love for the rest of time.”
Speechless with excitement, Carson lifted himself up until just the tip of Remy’s cock remained in him, before rocking down until he was once more filled.
When his mate’s cock was deep within him, he felt owned—something he’d never experienced before.
When Remy’s hips began thrusting upward, his cock plunged so deeply into him, Carson was sure he’d explode.
The fire in his body burned fiercely, his need consumed him until he could think of nothing than the exquisite pleasure Remy was lavishing on him.
Leaning forward, held up by his arms, Carson rode his mate faster, chasing the orgasm his body craved.
Remy stared at Carson’s sweat-streaked face as his mate grunted with each thrust of Remy’s cock into his hole.
Shifting his hips, he finally found a position that hit Carson’s prostate each time, bringing them both to the brink of their climaxes.
When Carson’s eyes rolled back, Remy circled his mate’s cock with his fingers, just tight enough to ensure a powerful orgasm, before commanding, “Come!”
Carson’s cock erupted; a long stream of cum followed by shorter spurts landing on both of them as he threw back his head and howled while being filled with Remy’s seed.
His body was a jumble of sensations, pleasure, pain, and the rising need to do it again.
Collapsing on Remy’s chest, Carson felt his mate’s hands gently caressing his back, easing the burning sensation he felt there when he came.
His mind was too fuzzy to recall exactly what happened; only a deep sense of contentment stole over him.
Sighing deeply, he closed his eyes, inhaling his mate’s scent. He was finally home.
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Squirming in his chair, Kieran impatiently tapped his fingers on his desk, eager for Logan to finish his drawing.
He needed his help with Quin’s request to join the pack, but he knew his mate was worried about meeting a project deadline.
Reluctant to disrupt him, Kieran’s eyes wandered around the room until they landed on Queenie, gyrating weirdly on top of the bookcase.
Narrowing his eyes, he scrutinized the motion, trying to figure out what the parrot was doing—and why it was familiar to him.
Bobbing his head in time with Queenie’s, Kieran then stood up, adding another movement, syncing the thrust of his hips with his head.
Out of the corner of his eye, Logan caught his mate’s strange undulations, finally swiveling his stool until he faced Kieran. After watching for a minute or so, he chuckled. “Babe, what are you doing?”
“I’m dancing with Queenie, see, I’m copying him.
I wonder what song he’s dancing to because I feel like I know it but the rhythm is nothing I can place.
Hmmm, maybe I should ask Q because he’s very good at slapping out songs on his ass though it took us all a while to guess it, I finally did and I don’t know why it took me so long because it was one of my favoritest songs, but I did eventually and Q was very happy because his ass was getting sore. ”
“Are you sure Queenie is dancing?” asked Logan.
“Duh, what else would he be doing?”
“Well, I don’t know about him, but from here it looks like you’re fucking someone,” smirked Logan.
Stopping mid action, Kieran stared at his mate, then back at Queenie.
Pursing his lips, he copied him again several times before bursting into laughter.
“Oh, my gods, where’s my phone? I have to capture this…
no one’s going to believe me otherwise!” Snatching up his phone, he hit the record button.
“ Macushla, he’s telling us he needs a mate, someone to do his fucking dance with.
Can we go to San Francisco and find him his mate?
I just know that’s where Queenie’s mate is, besides, it’s no fun doing a fucking dance by yourself, right Macushla ?
Don’t you agree you like doing it with me instead of your hand…
not that Queenie has a hand, but it certainly would be better than using his claw cause I bet that would really hurt and then Queenie would be sad and he wouldn’t do hi s dance anymore.
And you know how unhappy you are when we don’t do our fucking dance in the morning. ”
Silent laughter shook Logan’s body. His mate never failed to make him smile, brightening his day no matter what pressure he was under.
Rising, he walked over to Kieran, swung him into his arms and carried him over to the couch.
Now with his mate on his lap, Logan said, “I promise we’ll go and find Queenie a mate. ”
Beaming, Kieran asked, “When? Soon I hope, cause I bet Queenie is getting really horny doing his fucking dance by himself.”
“How about when Hunter and Fionn return. I know they’re planning to go because the galleries want more of Fionn’s artwork. Maybe we can see if Theo, Norm and Quin want to join us and we’ll make a day of it.”