Chapter Nine

G ray gritted his teeth as he slid into Henry’s ass. Tight heat covered his dick, then Henry clenched around him and Gray trembled. So good. Being inside Henry felt so good, and Gray had this for the rest of his life. He pushed away the negative feeling that rose with that thought and concentrated on making Henry feel good.

He pulled out then slammed back in and felt Henry tighten around him. He shuddered and bit his lip as he moved in and out of Henry’s tight ass. Henry moaned and pushed back, moving with Gray. Gray closed his eyes, inhaling Henry’s scent, recognizing the way his scent was now mingled with his mate’s. There was no escaping the reality of the situation, but right then, he wasn’t bothered. All he wanted was to fuck Henry, wanted to feel his body come apart beneath him. He ignored the fact that his partner’s pleasure wasn’t something he was usually concerned about.

Henry staggered forward as Gray hammered into him, so Gray pulled out, and moved them to the bed, placing Henry face down on it. Henry gasped, then groaned as Gray slipped back inside his ass. Henry pushed back until he was on his hands and knees, and Gray grinned. Now he could really fuck him.

Grabbing Henry by his hips, Gray fucked him hard and deep, feeling Henry’s body shudder as he hit his prostate. Henry moaned and pushed back, their bodies moving in time together, and Gray bit his lip, his fangs piercing it. He didn’t stop moving, didn’t stop the delicious slide in and out of his mate.

When he felt his balls pull up, Gray pulled Henry up and tugged his head to one side. Exposing his neck, Gray licked across the throbbing vein, then bit. Henry cried out, his body jerking as Gray swallowed, and a few seconds later, he followed Henry over the edge into sweet oblivion.

Once he was able to move again, Gray licked the side of Henry’s neck, ensuring the wounds were closed, then slid out of Henry’s tight ass. Laying on the bed next to Henry, Gray turned his head and watched his mate, making sure he was breathing fine.

Furrowing his brow at his own behavior, Gray immediately sat up. “Leaving so soon?” Henry drawled as he rolled onto his back. Grimacing, he glared at Gray. “No condom again?”

“Don’t need them and we’re mates, so no point in using them. Not like I can knock you up.”

“Diseases? Ever thought about them?” As Henry stood, Gray saw his come on the back of Henry’s thighs and ass and felt his body respond. He somehow didn’t think Henry would let him fuck him again, so he exhaled and ran a hand over his face.

“Don’t catch them and can’t pass them on either. You’re safe.”

“I only have your word for that.”

Gray sighed heavily. “Why would I lie to you? We’re mates, so you’re it for me. I’m not going to do anything that will harm you. It would be the same as hurting myself.”

Henry stared at him for a few seconds, then shook his head and walked into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. When Gray heard the lock engage, he slumped back on the bed. This mating thing was shit. Whoever said it was the best thing ever, finding your mate, was a liar. Gray hated it, but he had to deal with it the best he could, and that included his human mate, who was also struggling to deal with it.

He heard a noise by the front door and sat back up as footsteps approached the bedroom. When a tall, slim man walked in, Gray stood, not caring that he was naked. The man looked him up and down, licked his lips, then smiled. “Well, hello.”

“Well, fuck off.”

The man frowned. “That isn’t nice.”

“I don’t care. Who the fuck are you, and why are you here?”

The man shook his head, his dark spiky hair barely moving. His dark eyes lingered on Gray’s dick. “Henry has good taste.”

“Well, he is with me.”

“Hmm and had you, too.” The man slid his jacket off and walked over to Gray. He lifted a hand to touch him, but Gray intercepted it. “Come on. Henry’s had you and sometimes we like to share.”

“Sometimes, but not today or ever again. Henry is mine and I don’t share.”

A soft chuckle ghosted over Gray’s skin. “No, Henry is mine and you’re a fuck.”

“A fuck that’s going to keep on fucking his man. Not you.”

“Jess. What are you doing here?” Henry stood by the open bathroom door, a towel wrapped around his waist.

“I came to see you. You haven’t been answering my calls or messages, so I came over.” Looking at Gray, Jess grinned. “I can see why now. He is nice.”

“He is right here, and he is taken by him.” Gray pointed at Henry. “He’s mine and you can fuck off.”

Jess sighed and shook his head, a small smile on his lips. “He doesn’t know, does he, Henry? Such a shame. I wouldn’t mind getting my hands on you and my dick in you.” Jess leaned to one side to glance at Gray’s ass, and Gray pushed him away.

“Leave or I will make you leave.”

“Is he this aggressive in bed?” Jess shivered. “I do like a man who takes charge on occasion, but I’m the one in charge.”

“Jess, please leave.”

Jess frowned and glanced between Gray and Henry. Gray watched, becoming frustrated that the former boyfriend—who was a fucking idiot—was still in the bedroom with his mate. “Yeah. Fuck off.”

“Gray. I need a minute alone with Jess.”

Gray glared at Henry. His mate was telling him to leave. Okay. He grinned and disappeared into the living room. He kept on grinning when he heard Jess shout. “In here good enough?” he shouted.

Henry stormed into the living room and stabbed a finger into his chest. “You fucking idiot. Why the fuck did you do that?”

“What the hell are you?” Jess stood by the bedroom door, his eyes wide. “What… how…”

“I can sort him out,” Gray paused, then added, “Mate.”

“Oh no. No, no, no, no, no. You don’t get to throw ‘mate’ around.”

Shrugging, Gray sat on the sofa. Still naked, he watched Jess stare at him, like he was something from another planet. “Why don’t you ignore him and come and sit on my dick?”

Henry’s eyes almost popped out they went so wide. “I… What?” Shaking his head, he pointed to the front door, “Get out, Gray.”

“No. Make me.” Gray spread his legs and wrapped a hand around his dick. He was hard, and watching his mate get worked up had his blood flowing. He could hear Henry’s heart beat in his chest, see the veins in his neck, and Gray wanted to pull his mate down and take what was his.

“I’ll do it. Don’t care what you are.” Jess began to unbutton his shirt, but Henry stopped him. “Leave, Jess, while I deal with him.”

“Oh no. If there is going to be sex, I’m involved.”

“My dick’s for him only.” Gray stroked, watching Henry’s eyes move over his body. His mate was pissed, but he was also aroused, his dick plumping up as Gray watched. Jess dropped his shirt to the floor, and Gray had had enough.

Teleporting to where Jess stood, Gray grabbed him around the throat then teleported to the roof, where he dangled Jess over the edge. Jess took a second to realize what was happening, then screamed and jerked in Gray’s hand. Throwing him onto the roof, Gray walked over to where Jess lay in a heap and crouched next to him.

Jess stared up at him, whimpering. “What are you?” he stuttered.

“Someone you will never see again. Stay away from Henry. He’s mine. I won’t warn you again. I’ll simply drop you from the edge.” Appearing in the living room, Gray grabbed Jess’ shirt, then picked up Jess’ jacket from the bedroom—along with something else—then threw Jess’ clothes at him when he reappeared on the roof. “Fuck off.”

Back in the living room, Gray grabbed Henry and kissed him, his tongue thrusting into Henry’s mouth. Henry jerked and pulled back. “Where is Jess?”

“Safe and on his way home.” Pulling Henry over to the sofa, Gray sat, dragging Henry down with him. Henry straddled him and leaned back, shaking his head. Gray gave Henry a pointed look then stared at Henry’s hard dick before arching an eyebrow up at his mate.

“So what? I’m hard.”

“You like being dominated. I like dominating you. Shout and scream at me later for being a cunt, but let’s fuck now and use this aggression in a way we’ll both enjoy.”

Henry muttered something Gray didn’t hear, then kissed Gray. Moaning, Gray sucked on Henry’s tongue as he moved him closer. Henry broke the kiss and murmured, “Lube.” Gray opened his hand and showed Henry the lube. He poured some on his fingers then ran them over Henry’s ass. Henry dropped his head back and moaned as Gray slid two fingers in deep. “I’m still mad at you.”

“I know and you can be mad at me later, too.” When he felt Henry relax, he slipped his fingers free and moved Henry, then groaned as he sank down, swallowing Gray’s dick in a tight embrace. Fuck, Henry’s ass had been made for Gray’s dick, and as Henry rose, then fell again, Gray closed his eyes and just felt.

Gray pulled Henry down so they could kiss; hot, hard, wet, open-mouthed kisses that made Gray moan. Henry sucked on Gray’s tongue as he continued to ride his dick, and Gray’s hands tightened on Henry’s waist, moving him, holding him.

It wasn’t long before Gray took over and slammed up into Henry. Henry shivered, his body trembling, and Gray took Henry’s dick in his hand, stroking it, feeling it jerk in his grip. They were both close and Gray wanted Henry to come first so he could feel his mate squeeze him tight.

It only took another minute before Henry cried out, his body stiffening. Ropes of come erupted from his dick, and Gray closed his eyes as Henry clenched around him. Gritting his teeth, Gray continued to fuck Henry, until he felt his balls pull up.

Gasping, his hands grabbed Henry, pulling him down into another kiss as Gray came. He jerked and moaned as he shot deep into his mate’s ass, knowing his scent was going to be all over Henry, and in him, too. Made him feel possessive and Gray wasn’t sure if he liked it, but he pushed it away to let the bliss sweep over him.

When he opened his eyes, Henry had his head resting on Gray’s shoulder, soft gusts of breath ghosting over Gray’s skin. Gray sat for a minute before his skin tightened and he had to get away. Had to have a minute away from the intense emotions threatening to swamp him.

“Move,” he muttered.

Henry lifted his head, soft eyes staring into Gray’s. “What?”

Gray pushed him to one side, ignoring his dick sliding free from Henry’s ass. He stood and grabbed his clothes, then appeared in his own bedroom. Gasping for breath, he paced his bedroom, dropping his clothes on the floor. Too much. Too much, and Gray wasn’t prepared for it.

Emotions threatened him, made him want to tear at his own skin to claw them away from him. This wasn’t meant to happen. Not to him. Not a human. A human making him feel something he swore he would never feel for one of them. Henry. His mate.

“Fuck.”

Sitting on the edge of his bed, Gray heard his name. A whisper in the wind. His mate reaching out to him with something he knew nothing about because Gray had told him next to nothing. Were these emotions supposed to develop this quickly, be this intense? Was he supposed to feel like he could drown in them at any second?

Too much too soon, and Gray wanted to run away.