Chapter 7
seven
CADE
Gods, his mouth tastes as good as his cum. He yields under me, his mouth pliant as I delve in deeper, tasting as much of him as I can.
A sharp noise fills the room as my face explodes in pain. I jerk away from Mav and stumble back, my eyes wide as my hand goes to my cheek.
My mate looks apologetic, but fierce, his hands tight at his sides.
It takes a minute to realize what happened, but when I do, I smile, showing all my teeth. “You hit me,” I marvel, rubbing my cheek where pain still radiates.
Pain on my cheek. Not on my backrest, or my foot rest, or my handle. My cheek! I have a face again!
My cheek stings, no doubt about that, but I welcome the pain. I have a face that can smile and hurt!
“Uh, yeah,” he says with attitude, propping his fisted hands on his hips.
My eyes drift down to his cute, naked cock, then taking in his slim, toned body.
He’s everything I imagined he’d be, but more.
Because he’s real and warm and mine. “You kissed me without asking. That’s fucking assault, big guy. ”
“Oh shit, I’m sorry,” I say, meaning it. Shit might have changed since I was imprisoned, but I still need consent to kiss someone. “I was just excited.”
“Yeah, whatever. Who are you and why are you a recliner?” He shakes his head and blows out a frustrated breath. “No, why are you naked in my house?”
“I—”
“And what makes you think it’s okay to just kiss me all willy-nilly?” He throws his hands up in frustration. “I have so many questions, so you better start talking.”
“I’m Cade.” I do a ridiculous bow that looks out of place since I’m naked and my cheeks flame with embarrassment.
Mav doesn’t seem to notice, staring at me intently while he gets answers. “Question number one.”
“I’m a recliner because I’m a shifter. My shifted form is a recliner.”
“Question number two, which is weird as fuck. We’ll circle back to that.”
I grin briefly, then say, “I’m naked because clothes don’t shift with me. If I have them on, my recliner will rip them, on account of my bulk.”
“What the fuck is a shifter?”
I smile down at him, loving his inquisitive nature, and loving even more that I can hold a conversation with him at all. I never thought I’d find a mate and become human again. “It’s hard to explain.”
Mav threads his fingers through his hair, then seems to realize he’s naked because he quickly drops his hand down to his crotch. “Goodness, do you have clothes?”
I shake my head slowly, not able to contain the smile spreading across my face. “No. I haven’t had clothes since 1976.”
His eyes bug out. “Oh my fuck, this is going to be a long conversation, isn’t it?”
I shrug. “Probably. Just know that you broke the curse I was under and I will forever be in your debt.”
“Curse? What curse?”
“Blossom cursed me when I was twenty-five in 1976 for…doing something I shouldn’t have. She forced me to take my shifted form until I found my true mate and only he could break the curse with his seed.”
“My…seed?” Maverick’s eyes grow wide. “Oh god, I came on you! I’m so sorry! You didn’t ask for that. Now I’m the one assaulting.”
I hurry over to him, framing his face. “No, no, you had no way of knowing I wasn’t a regular recliner. People jerk off on their couches all the time and none of them turn into a human.” Well, unless Blossom cursed them. “Would you have come on me if I were a random guy?”
His eyes grow hooded and track down my body. Then he seems to realize what he’s doing and shakes himself. “No, I’ve never done that. I don’t sleep with random guys. I like to be in a relationship.”
“Well, you’re my mate. The only one that was able to break the curse…so, by shifter law, we are in a relationship.”
He blows out a shuddering breath, the warmth blooming across my lips. “Don’t I have a say in this?” His hips push forward, his cock rubbing against my thigh. I don’t even think he realizes he’s doing it.
I hum and back him against the wall so he can feel my arousal. “You do. If you want, you can send me away and have nothing to do with me. But if I have a say, I’d like to remain with you. My mate.”
“It’s a little old-fashioned to call me that.” Mav’s hand drifts up my back, kneading the muscles. Gods, it feels so fucking amazing to have hands on my body, the warmth of his palms pressing into me. I don’t want it to end.
Tipping his head back further, I lean down and speak against his lips. “That’s what you are. And I’m lucky that it’s you.” My eyes drop to his lips, then I meet his eyes again. “Can I kiss you?”
“Yes,” he purrs.
I lower my lips slowly, giving him time to move away if he wants to change his mind. When our lips are only a hairsbreadth apart, I pause, silently making sure this is okay with him. Again, he murmurs, “Yes,” and I connect our lips. We both groan, arousal shooting through me like a lightning bolt.
Almost as if they have a mind of their own, my hands trail from his face to rest on his waist, holding him close as I devour his mouth.
Mav lets me lead, gripping my back as he twirls his tongue with mine. Little moans and whimpers escape him as I slowly explore his mouth, committing his taste to memory.
My scent blasts out of me, saturating the air with my pheromones. Mav snatches his mouth away with a curse, grinding against my thigh. “Why do you smell so good?”
“I smell like what you like.” I lower my lips and plant soft kisses at his throat. “Only you can scent me, so it’s tailored to your tastes. Do you like it?”
“Fuck yes. God, you make me want to…I just came and I’m ready to go again.” He chuckles breathily, then breaks off in a moan as I lick a stripe up his neck to his ear. “Is it…we just met. I shouldn’t want to fuck you. But god, I want you inside me so bad.”
“I can take you to bed right now, Mav. I can make you feel so good. Say the word and I’ll—”
“The word,” he blurts out, then moves one hand from my back to my cock, stroking me from base to tip. I stop nibbling at his throat and curse, his warm hand sending zings of pleasure across every inch of my skin.
Grabbing him under his ass, I heft him in my arms and Mav wraps his legs around my waist. I maintain eye contact with him as I walk into his bedroom. “I have lube in my nightstand drawer,” he says when I lay him on his bed.
I reach over and pull it out, dropping it on the bed beside him. I’ll put it to good use shortly. For right now, I want to explore his body, get to know him in the most intimate way.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” he breathes as I push against his legs to spread him wider.
“Do you want me to stop?” I ask, hovering over him while I look him in the eye. The last thing I want is for him to feel uncomfortable. If he wanted to stop, I would without hesitation.
He shakes his head and spreads his legs wider until I can see that pretty pink hole I’ve wanted to slide into since the first time he sat on me. “No. This is crazy and I’ll probably question my decision later, but I want you.”
“It’s my pheromones.” I rein in my scent so his head can clear. Mav blinks rapidly, as if he’s waking from a dream. “How about now?”
“Nothing has changed. I want you and it’s not how you smell. It’s…I’m not sure, it’s like I need you. Like something in my soul won’t be complete until you’re inside me.”
“Because you’re my fated mate.”
“Another question you have to answer after you’ve made me come.”
I grin and lower myself to his mouth, kissing him again. He readily follows me, reaching up to thread his fingers in my hair. I cup his ass cheeks, the soft globes like heaven in my hands.
Breaking the kiss, I trail my lips from his chin to his chest. I take one of his nipples into my mouth, flicking my tongue across it until it pebbles. Mav tightens his hold, arching up into me. I move to the other nipple, giving it the same attention until it’s hard and sensitive.
“Jesus, Cade. Feels so fucking good.”
I growl and surge up, taking his mouth in a harder kiss. “Love when you say my name,” I murmur before kissing him again. Mav’s legs wrap tightly around me, rubbing our cocks together. The friction feels too good for words, precum leaking from my shaft onto his.
Mav moans in my mouth, the sound so sweet that I grab the base of my cock so I don’t blow. He’s a fucking dream. Soft and pliant, putting his pleasure in my hands. I won’t fuck it up, I’ll always cherish him, always make him feel like he’s the most precious thing in my life.
Because he is. And it’s not just because he’s open, ready for me to take him, but because he’s my mate. I will always take care of him. For the rest of his days, Mav will be the happiest man to ever walk this earth.
I owe him everything. When most people looked at me and saw ugliness and something unworthy of a home, Mav saw me. Sure, my pheromones were in the air, but when his eyes first landed on me, I saw the interest, saw that he thought I was…beautiful.
For as long as he wants me, I’ll show him that he’s more beautiful than the most priceless gem.
Unhooking his legs from my waist, I sit back on my heels as I reach for the lube.
My eyes take in every part of his body, all of him that’s laid out before me.
I want to touch him, kiss him, suck him, but I need to be inside him.
I’m so close to blowing and I want to feel his ass around my cock before I do.
Besides, we have the rest of our lives for me to map every inch of his body.
I squirt lube on my fingers and trail them past his heavy sac to his puckered entrance. As my mate, he won’t need much prep, but I don’t want to even risk hurting him. He’s also not well versed about anything relating to shifters, so if I just slide my big cock in him without prep, he’ll freak out.