Chapter 3
Chapter Three
Lionel kept his eyes on the tree line. Amir was still talking.
Something smart. Something quick. His voice had gone soft around the edges from exhaustion, words blending together as he reached for his keys. But Lionel wasn’t listening anymore.
His body had gone rigid. There. Again. A scent. His nose flared once. Then twice. His pupils narrowed. The cold air carried gasoline, cigarette smoke, old pavement…underneath it…something warm. Something impossible. His eyes slowly shifted toward Amir. No.
Not warm.
Familiar.
His stomach dropped. That smell…he knew it. Not from tonight. Not from the club. Not from the lingering perfume and makeup and expensive body oil. Underneath all of that…there was another scent.
Soft.
Wild.
Rain on old stone.
Like fresh dirt after summer storms something living. His chest tightened so suddenly he thought he’d taken another hit to the ribs.
No.
No.
No.
His eyes narrowed harder. Impossible. His people didn’t…
not anymore. Not in cities. Not after everything.
His throat worked. Slowly his eyes moved to Amir again.
The dancer had opened the driver door and was halfway inside.
His fishnets were ruined from a long shift. His makeup had faded at the corners.
His other work clothes shoved into his duffle.
Shoulders looked tired. Amir’s feet hurt eyes that had little lines at the corners from laughing.
And suddenly…without warning, Lionel couldn’t breathe.
There was a feeling within him, a stabbing sensation that shot all the way down to his toes.
A pull. It wasn’t metaphorical, or emotional.
Oh no. This was physical. Claws hooking into his ribs, Lionels jaw tightened, and his fingers twitched.
The world became enhanced, his smell sharpened and every single sound became heightened. He could hear Amir’s heartbeat, the rapid breathing and shift of fabric. He could smell the arousal within Amir. It was strong, like the scotch he had swallowed earlier.
He couldn’t stop himself, the instincts inside him kept screaming to own him. Take him. Make him his. Claim him before someone else could come in and take him away from him. This was dangerous. Too dangerous.
His fangs elongated, and his cock throbbed in his jeans. Before Lionel could even think, he was in the passenger side and slammed the door close. “Get in the backseat pretty boy.”
Amir, flinched before looking at him. “Uh…? I think not–”
“Your cock is hard in your shorts. I can smell your ache for me. So…get in the backseat, and let me ravage you, or…I’ll do it up here.”
“That’s the only choice—”
“The only choice you’re getting baby, because if I don’t have you. I’m going to fucking explode.” Lionel wrapped his hand around his jaw, before pulling him close. His mouth crashing down on his. His tongue darted out and ran over his bottom lip.
Amir let out the softest of moans before his mouth opened accepting him. And good gods, did he taste just as good as he smelled. He pulled him closer, thumb running across his jaw again. This time, he yanked him. His hot breath fanning over the smaller mans mouth. “Backseat…now.”
Amir let out a light whimper, crawling to the back of his car. The seat was large enough for the both of them. This side of the man he just met…he wasn’t expecting. “I guess…I guess I am your sugar baby, and you’re claiming your sugar?”
A low rumbling growl from his chest, Lionel wasn’t thinking twice before ripping at his leggings tearing his shorts off. Amir swatted at him, “Hey! Watch it, I paid good money–”
“I’ll buy you more, now let me see that pretty cock of yours…sugar.” A twitch of his lips. “You gonna tell me your name now? I want to know whose name I’m going to groan out, when I fill your pretty ass.”
“Whoa…whoa…what about protection?”
He grunted, “I’m not going to use a fucking condom with my mate.”
Amir’s eyes widened his pupils flaring. “Wait, wait!”
His shorts were ripped clean off, and his cock throbbed at the cool air.
Amir hissed, “I’m not calling you Diamond.
I told you it didn’t match the beauty to you.
You’re so exotic…and this…?” Lionel leaned down, his tongue, long and forked, twisted around the head of his cock.
Amir’s hips lifted as he bucked against him.
Hot, wet warmth spilled over his pelvis, and he couldn’t help himself from thrusting up again, sliding his cock deeper into Lionel’s mouth.
“F…fuck…” He hissed, taking him easily. And Amir wasn’t a small man in the cock department. That’s when Lionel smiled.
“Okay…I can see why you call yourself Diamond. You’re fucking beautiful like one…and this cock…god I’m going to get addicted to it.” His mouth opened, and he took him all the way down to the base, the sheer cry that came out of his mouth made Lionel’s cock pulsate.
He needed to be inside his mate, and he needed to be inside him. Now. If he wasn’t going to fuck him, he was going to lose his absolute shit. But first…
Eyes opening, he gazed at the flushed beautiful face of his little mate. Panting, sweat on his forehead. Shy fingers reached out and caressed Lionel’s head. Slowly he moved his head, throat fucking him. His mate’s eyes rolled back, head hitting the door. “Fuck don’t…don’t…”
And he wasn’t going to. The precum on his tongue tasted sweet, like dessert. Gagging, tears filled Lionel’s eyes, but he didn’t stop. He wouldn’t. He hollowed out his cheeks, sucking his cock as if it was the only thing he could think about.
Which, it might’ve been. All he could smell was his mate, and how aroused he was. The sweetest candy, he didn’t care how fast this was. He needed to claim him, mark him. So anyone else around them would know that this piece of ass was his.
“Lionel…!” A warning.
With a lewd slurping sound, he took his mate’s cock right from his throat. Tongue spilling out of his mouth, wrapping it around the impressive girth –for a human– and stroked him with his tongue. “If you keep that up–”
Oh, I know pretty little thing…and I want it. Give it to me. A low rumble within his chest, his tongue moving faster. Harder. Squeezing the shaft until–
“Fuck!”
Pulsation after pulsation and his beautiful mate spilled himself in his mouth, filling him with his beautiful cream.
A low groan, his mouth wrapping around the head as he took every single swallow.
What surprised Lionel was how much he came.
And truthfully, he didn’t care. If his mate wanted to keep filling him with his seed, so be it.
His mate lifted his hips and tried pulling away, he let his cock go, watching the cute thing deflate.
But now, it was his turn. His turn to fuck him.
Nothing was going to stop him from taking what was his.
Nothing. Panting, Lionel nearly ripped his cock from his jeans; it reached damn near his knee, vibrating in place.
His mate shook his head, “No…hell no that thing–”
“You will fit. We will fit. Relax, pretty little mate.”
Bright golden glow, as his mouth opened, “Mate…?”
A low purr within his chest, as he pressed the head of his cock against his little puckered hole.
Light spurts of lubrication came from the head of his cock, spreading across his mate’s ass.
With his thumb, he pressed it inside. It was hot to the touch, and his little mate lifted his hips, trying to take more.
Already his cock was growing harder again, Oh…you’re going to be such a good little omega for me. Aren’t you? He snatched his omega’s jaw, forcing him to look at him. “I’m going to fuck you, and fill you with my scent so no one else in Lunar Veil will think you’re single.”
“But I am! This isn’t–”
A growl, “You’re mine. Anyone else will fucking perish if they even think about touching you.
You’re precious…now, shut the fuck up and…
” A grunt, as his cock slid inside his tight hole.
In one thrust, his omega was able to take him halfway.
The scream that came from those plump lips made his balls clench and begin to tighten.
That tingling sensation at the base of his spine started. He wasn’t going to bust this early–
His omega smirked, and beared down on him.
Lionel roared, as his balls grew tighter.
He knew what he was trying to do, and god damn it, he wasn’t going to let it happen.
Instead, he took hold of his throat and slammed the rest of the way inside him.
The head of his cock flared out, grasping on his prostate, and then–
–Vibration.
Pure ecstasy ripped through his omega’s face and tears filled his eyes before he let out gasps of air.
Pleasure ripping from his face. The beautiful globes rolled back, he took hold of his cock before stroking him.
Hard. Fast. Rocking his hips, slamming into him.
His pretty little mouth opened, and closed. Opened. And. Closed.
Lionel grinned before slamming into him harder, harder, making his cock vibrate even faster.
“S…stop! Too–”
He leaned down into his ear and rumbled low, “Fucking take it, you pretty little whore. You’re mine to use, mine to fuck. Mine…to ruin.”
“Amir!” He screamed, “My name is Amir!”
Well…I got one thing out of him. Now… Harder his hips slammed, jerking Amir’s cock. His thumb pressing into the slit. “Good boy, are you going to let me fill your ass?”
More crystal liquid spilled down his face, and Lionel turned his head licking it off his pretty face. “No…no! I don’t know you!”
Lionel guffaws, “I’m balls deep into your ass baby, and you think I give a fuck? Whether you like it or not, I’m gonna fill you.”
“Then why did you–” A sharp, loud groan of pleasure, “Why did you fucking ask me!?”
He laughed in Amir’s ear, “Because I like letting you think you have a choice.” His cock latched tighter, the vibration picking up to its max as he squeezed Amir’s cock. “Cum while I finish inside you.”
“Fuck you!”
“You are baby…and now…” He grunted, slamming himself inside Amir one last time, “You’re going to fucking take it.” That tingling sensation at the base of his skull exploded out, his seed spilling deep inside his mate’s perfect ass.
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This fucker…this fucker just came inside me! What the fuck?! Gasping, Amir stared up at the glowing eyes of the obvious supernatural being. If this was the kind of sugar he was expecting…mate, he called me mate.
Cold water rushed over him. Nope. Fuck nope.
His hands reached forward, and he shoved Lionel, hard. But…but he wouldn’t move. That’s when he caught the sexy as fuck smile on the bastard’s face. “The fuck you smilin for!”
The man leaned down and licked the side of his face. He wanted to get away, as far away as he possibly could from him. He smelled so fucking good though…and he felt… relatively safe around him. Nope! Not happening. Get that out of your fucking mind.
Lionel had a rumbling noise in his chest that brought wave after wave of comfort, even though it sent panic through Amir’s mind. “I’m not goin anywhere, pretty mate.”
Panting, he hated that fucking word. He hated it with all his being. “Why the fuck not? You paid me, you fucked me, what else do you want with me–”
“First…I’m knotted inside you, and second…you’re never going to get away from me.”
Amir rolled his eyes, “Stalker much?”
A low purr, “Oh baby…so…so much worse than that. You’re mated to a gargoyle…you try to leave, we will kill whatever is in our way to get to our other half. So…” He captured his jaw, forcing Amir to look at him. “You run, this city will crumble.”