3. Arthur

Chapter 3

Arthur

P atrick was beautiful. His body—what of it I could see—was blemish-free and had a creamy quality to it that I couldn't wait to explore more. After he'd gotten over whatever it was that was bothering him, of course. I had a feeling it was most likely related to our age difference or possibly the fact that I was the coven master's son. His eldest son, the one that would one day become coven master. But Patrick was a perfect One. I could already see him in the role he was destined to fill. He would be a perfect One to help me take care of the coven.

I could tell I'd surprised him when I started stroking my cock, but it was throbbing, and I needed relief. My own hand wasn't my first choice, but I was beyond caring at this point. I'd been hard since I first sensed Patrick's aura, and my cock hadn't let up since. I knew it wouldn't until well after we'd claimed one another.

That had me thinking about Patrick, and I was curious if he'd been with many men. I didn't want to think about it, but I needed to know. Did he know how to pleasure? Would he hit that spot inside me perfectly, causing me to shout in completion? Would he allow me to do the same? Thinking about it caused my cock to jerk, and I moaned in pleasure and started stroking faster.

"Can I help with that?" Patrick asked. I opened my eyes, not realizing I'd closed them. I couldn't keep the gasp in. Patrick was even more beautiful naked. His cock was surrounded by a thatch of dark blond curls that I wanted to tug on. Would he let me? His cock was sticking straight out, pointed right to me, and I wanted to touch, to explore.

"Can I touch you?" I asked. I'd already pushed him once by suggesting we bathe together. I didn't want to ask for something he wasn't comfortable with giving.

"I'm yours, Arthur. You can do anything to me," Patrick said. He placed a hand on my shoulder, and the other reached down, touching the tip of my cock. I pulled the foreskin back, exposing the head in hopes that he'd touch me there. When his fingers gently rubbed across the slit in the head, I moaned again.

"I need release, Patrick. I've been hard for so long." I was being selfish, but I couldn't quite find it in myself to wait.

"What do you want me to do? Touch you? Kiss?" Patrick moved closer. "Suck? I've never done that before. Never been with a man. But I've had my cock sucked, and it felt wonderful."

I growled at the thought of some woman pleasuring my One. I reached up and grabbed Patrick, surprising him with the sudden move. I jerked him down to me, falling backward into the tub. "You are mine. Understood? There will be no others. Especially not any women," I said as I ground my body up against Patrick's. The water in the tub provided lubrication, allowing both of our bodies to slide easily against one another.

"Same," Patrick said and pushed his lips against mine. I reached around and grabbed his ass as I pushed my tongue into his mouth again. I thrust my hips up into his while my hands traveled to his most intimate place, and I felt for the opening that I suddenly wanted to be inside. Needed to be. The overwhelming urge to claim Patrick was unlike anything I'd ever experienced.

When my fingers found his opening, I tugged on it gently, only just remembering he'd said he'd never been with a man. That meant nobody had been there before. I would be the first. The only.

I gasped, breaking the kiss, when Patrick's hand wrapped tightly around my cock and started stroking. "Patrick. Yesss. Tighter," I said. We were crooked in the tub, and it was highly uncomfortable, but I couldn't bring myself to care. Patrick was touching me, and it felt like bliss.

I looked up into those blue eyes and lost my heart. The fates had truly blessed me when they gave me Patrick as my One. He stared back at me as his hand started moving faster, and when I pushed a finger into his hole and found it slick, in that moment, I came harder than I'd ever come in my life.

"Patrick!" I shouted as I shot creamy white seed all over my chest. I shoved a finger all the way inside my One, wishing my cock and seed were in his warm, wet heat instead of my finger. Patrick kept stroking and was panting when my focus recentered on him. I had two fingers in his hole, moving them in and out without even realizing it.

"Patrick, love. You're…you okay with this?"

"More. I feel empty, Arthur. I need…will you put your cock in me? That's how it works, right?"

I groaned again. "Yes, it is. I don't want to hurt you, but I really want in there. I'm not sure I can go slow though."

"Fates no. I can take it. I need, Arthur!" Patrick said and twisted his hand against my overly sensitive head. I flinched away, sinking completely under the lavender-scented water.

"Turn around and get on your knees. Hang on to the front of the tub there," I said. I reluctantly pulled my fingers out of his hole and stared at the shiny coating that was on them. I knew one of us would produce slick; I just didn't know if it would be me or Patrick. I'd honestly expected it to be me, what with Father having been the carrier, but fate knew what they were doing.

I stared at Patrick's ass, wondering if he'd freak out if I leaned in for a taste. I decided to wait until we were a little more comfortable with one another before I broached that subject. Or asking him to use our seed to coat his own cock and slide into my opening.

I repositioned myself, getting up on my knees behind Patrick, and pulled his right cheek, exposing the hole that I desperately wanted inside with more than just a finger or two. But I knew he needed to be stretched, so I ran my two fingers back down his crease, pushing when I reached the opening. I silently moaned while Patrick did so aloud when my fingers were quickly swallowed by his body.

"Such a beautiful sight. You're taking my fingers beautifully. Will you take my cock just as well?" I asked.

Patrick panted, and when I added a third finger, he whimpered. I would have thought he was in pain, but he was wiggling around too much to be feeling anything but pleasure. I searched for that magical spot, and when I found it, Patrick shouted and shot up, letting go of the front of the tub.

I smiled and wrapped my left arm around his chest, pulling his upper body as close to mine as I could while still having my fingers buried in his ass.

"There it is. This spot here will bring you so much pleasure," I whispered in his ear.

"Ung," Patrick uttered. I smiled as he wrapped his hand around his cock and started stroking. When the pink head popped out from the foreskin, I wished we were in a different position so I could get a taste. I promised myself that I would be tasting all of my One in the next week and continued to stretch him, preparing his body for my claiming.

"Are you going to come, Patrick? Let me see your passion. Let me feel it," I said. I thrust three fingers in and out of Patrick's body, being sure to hit that magic spot inside every time. Patrick's hand sped up on his shaft, and I pulled my fingers free, quickly replacing them with my hard rod.

I slowly pushed forward, biting my lower lip hard enough to taste blood when my mushroom head popped into Patrick's warm heat. I didn't stop and continued to push forward, hoping that Patrick would forgive me for my haste. I needed my seed inside him and my mark on his skin.

"Arthur. More. That spot. Need," Patrick said as he frantically stroked his length. I wrapped both arms around his torso and shoved my hips forward, impaling him on my cock. Patrick screamed, and I immediately felt remorse until his scream turned into a moan, and I felt something I knew only too well. His channel was sporadically massaging me, and when I looked down his body, spurt after spurt of seed shot in front of us, some landing in the water, some hitting the side of the tub, more going beyond.

The sight caused me to groan, and I pulled my hips back and shoved back forward and almost came a second time. There was no way I wasn't going to give my One all of the pleasure I could. His channel was so hot and slick it was ready for me, and I wanted the satisfaction that I knew we could have. Nothing could have prepared me for the level of intense pleasure that Patrick and I would find together though.

I grabbed ahold of Patrick's hips and held on to him as I thrust mine forward and backward. Patrick fell forward, grabbing ahold of the front of the tub once again, and the new position allowed me to go even further into him. I pushed in and held, enjoying the warm, tight heat around my cock.

"By the fates. Never would have expected it to feel like this," I said and pulled out and thrust back in again.

"Arthur…" Patrick said, and I looked down at where our bodies were joined. As I pulled out, I saw the slick on my length and groaned. I wanted to see that every day for the rest of eternity. I would never get enough of my One.

"So wet for me. Going to claim you. You're mine, Patrick. Say it." I pushed in and waited because I was so close again.

"I'm yours, Arthur. Claim me, please," Patrick said brokenly. I leaned over him, wrapping my arms around his torso, and started kissing across his back from one shoulder to the other.

"Going to love you forever. You're mine to love, to care for. To protect," I said. I pulled my hips back just slightly before pushing back in again. I was fighting myself to drag this out as long as I could. I wanted to ram into him over and over and find my own release again, to fill him with my seed and mark him as mine inside before putting my mark on his body.

"Yes. Please, Arthur."

"Yes, Patrick. So beautiful." I pulled his body upward, and once we were both upright, I turned Patrick's face toward mine. There were tears in those blue eyes that I knew would be in my dreams from here on out. "Don't cry, love."

"Want you. Wanted you so much," Patrick admitted. My hips stuttered. What was he saying?

"We're it for each other," I said before leaning forward and touching my lips to Patrick's again. The angle was awkward, and when our lips touched again, my body zinged, and my balls pulled tight to my body. I broke the kiss and buried my face in beside Patrick's as my hips took on a mind of their own and started thrusting in and out at a pace that I wasn't aware of being capable of. My body was vibrating painfully, and as an intense tingle went through my balls and then my shaft, I grunted as my seed exploded from my slit.

I shouted through my release, imprinting on Patrick in the process. After I felt a searing burn on my hip in the same spot, I smiled, knowing that it was Patrick imprinting on me in turn. When he did, the vibrations coursing through my body became a soft hum, and I thanked the fates for gifting me with a One that was so easy to claim, willing to be mine. I also felt our bond set in between our minds and couldn't wait to explore all of the fun that was going to be.

My thighs started shaking, so I used magic to lift us out of the water enough that I could get my legs and feet under me. Patrick squeaked a bit, and I smiled at the adorableness of it.

"Going back," I said as I leaned back, my cock still buried deep inside my One. Once I'd settled in the tub—thankful for magic that kept the water hot—I pulled Patrick tight to me and ran my hands up and down his chest and stomach. His body was magnificent, and I couldn't wait to explore it further.

"How are you feeling?" I asked. The pink head of his cock was poking above the water, and I reached forward and wrapped my hand around his shaft and slowly stroked. "Do you need another release? I want to pleasure you. Will you let me?"

Patrick moaned, and his head flopped back onto my shoulder. I smiled and went about stroking him to completion again. It didn't take much before his channel milked another small orgasm from me as he shot again into the water in front of us.

When we were both sated for the time being, I went back to exploring his body with my hands. "You're so beautiful. I can't believe you're my gift. I promise to cherish you always," I said. Patrick squirmed, unseating my rod from his hole, and I was going to protest until he laced his fingers with mine.

"I dreamed about you. I figure we have no secrets now. I can feel you in my mind. So that's true? We'll be able to talk to each other that way?" Patrick asked.

"Hmm, only one way to find out," I said in my mind to him. Patrick gasped, telling me that he most definitely heard me.

"I heard you."

"Can you respond in kind?" I asked.

"I dreamed about you. When I was a teenager. I think that's why my parents left. They saw me lusting after you. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't help myself. Every time I got near you, my body would become excited."

I jerked at Patrick's response.

"What? When?"

"Right before we left. The first time I…when I pleasured myself, I thought of you. I never thought you'd be mine though."

I held up our joined hands and brought them to Patrick's chest and gave him a tight squeeze. "You and I will never be apart. Love, about your parents." There was no good way or time to have this conversation.

"Master Edison dealt with them, didn't he?"

"I would imagine so, yes. Henry wasn't going to let you go without a fight, and he'd hurt you. That's unacceptable."

"It's all right, you know. I realize I should probably feel some sort of remorse, but I can't. They weren't nice people. They kept me there, forced me to do things that I know were wrong. Kept basic things from me. The world won't miss my parents."

I hurt for my One because I knew that deep down, he'd hoped for them to change, but sadly, some never did. Henry had once been deemed worthy of such an honor as being turned into a warlock, but somewhere along the way, the power had corrupted him.

"I'm your family now. As are Father and Dad. The rest of the coven too. You'll never be without again," I said before kissing Patrick's temple. I was never letting him go. I'd been gifted a rare gem, and I knew it.

Patrick sighed. "It will be nice having a family. But can we maybe not talk about that just yet?"

I chuckled. He was right, of course. Now wasn't necessarily the proper time to be discussing family. Not when we were naked in the bath and having just claimed one another. "You are, of course, correct, and that was insensitive of me to mention others after what we just shared. I should be asking you if you are all right. I didn't hurt you, did I?" I knew I had been rougher than I intended—especially toward the end.

"No. I enjoyed what you did very much and was wondering when we could do it again."

I grinned as I ran my hands up and down Patrick's torso. He was slender, a bit more so than I was, and I wondered if it was how he was naturally or if it was because he'd lacked for nourishment with his parents. From what I knew of Henry and Agnes, I wouldn't put it past them to treat their son in such a way.

"We can do that anytime you wish. I, too, enjoyed it very much. Would you like to switch positions at some point?" I wanted to feel Patrick inside me. I understood already that he would be the one to carry our children, but I wanted things both ways with us. The joy and pleasure we would be able to find together was something I was looking forward to.

"I would imagine we could figure out other positions we can be in," Patrick said. It took me a moment to catch up and comprehend what he had said.

"Yes, but that wasn't what I was meaning. I was asking if you would like to enter me. We can use oils for lubricant since I won't have slick."

Patrick stiffened in my arms. "Oh," he said quietly. He moved enough to turn to where he could see me. "You want me to…but I'm the carrier."

I smiled. "Yes, but you are also my partner. Is it so wrong that I would want to feel the same pleasure I gave you?"

Patrick's mouth opened slightly. When a smile started to form, I hoped it was because he was in agreement. Moments later, I discovered that he most certainly was.