Chapter Sixteen

Ness had been fighting the ache he’d had since Cyrus claimed him back in Scotland. But as he drove toward his house – heaven help any bunnies who thought it would be a good idea to play chicken with him, because he wasn’t stopping – Ness leaned into the ache, allowing it to seep through his body, fueling his need.

Cyrus was on board. He could feel that through their bond and the fact his mate had Ness’s trousers down and was teasing his cock with those talented fingers. There was a point when Ness thought he was going to have to pull over, otherwise there was going to be one hell of an accident, but it was as if Cyrus sensed every time he was close and slowed his touches. But even the featherlight trails of Cyrus’s fingernails on his shaft had Ness’s butt muscles clenching.

He'd never been so pleased to see his house in his life before. Swinging the car into his parking area, Ness barely managed to engage the brake and turn off the engine before Cyrus was in his lap. Strong fingers had his hair in a vice as Cyrus’s lips hit his, biting, nipping, kissing – it was as if Cyrus was finally showing his need in full for the first time.

Ness had no idea how they got into the house. He was vaguely aware his pants were still on the driveway along with his shoes, and Cyrus’s shirt was probably in the garden from where Ness had tossed it. Stop. Think. I need the code. Four number taps – Ness had to do it twice, but finally when he wrenched the door handle, it damn near came off in his hand. But the door was open.

Stumbling inside, Cyrus still attacking his chin and throat with that delicious mouth, Ness swept his mate’s feet off the ground, bouncing off walls as he carried Cyrus to his bedroom - a spacious room that took up a full quarter of the floorplan. He collapsed on the bed, Cyrus still in his arms.

“Tell me you have lube, some kind of slick.” Cyrus kneeled over him, ripping his pants down the seams to get them off. His cock fell against Ness’s abs, as Cyrus leaned forward and ripped Ness’s top from his body. “Lube, darlin’. Concentrate.”

“Concentrate?” Ness grabbed Cyrus’s cocky face and sucked his lips as if he was starving. His cock was already primed, and it would take barely a whiff of Cyrus’s breath to set it off. But he wasn’t allowed to feast for long because Cyrus jerked away, bounding off the bed and pulling at the drawers in Ness’s bedside cabinet.

“We need lube. Lube. Vaseline, lotion, oil, I don’t care. We need something.” Cyrus was like a man possessed, which would’ve made Ness laugh on any other day, but as he was equally needy, he rolled on the other side of the bed and pulled his lube out from behind his alarm clock.

“Where should I put it?” he said, taking off the top of the tube. “Is it just around the outside of my butthole, or does some need to go inside me, too?”

“Gimme, gimme.” Cyrus jumped back onto the bed, looking a world away from the sophisticated businessman image he usually projected.

“Should I roll over?” Ness went to do it, but Cyrus was shaking his head.

“I want to see every expression that flows across that beautiful face of yours as I’m loving on you, darlin’. Lay back and pass me a couple of pillows.”

Ness felt relief as he sunk back into his comfortable mattress. While his gentle beast hated the idea that Cyrus had been with others before, there was something so damn comforting, and arousing about being taken care of by someone who knew what they were doing.

“Gods, I could eat you all up.” Cyrus mumbled happily trailing his chin down Ness’s chest, taking a moment to blow on first one nipple and then the other. “Seeing you like this… knowing you’re about ready to blow. Hmm, and you smell so damn good.” Cyrus’s nose was down by Ness’s cock, sniffing in against his balls. “Don’t worry if you need to come, we won’t be stopping, so let it flow, and I’ll keep going.”

Is he talking about driving or pouring a glass of water. Ness couldn’t help the way his mind worked at times, but his brain went completely offline as Cyrus’s mouth sucked in the head of his dick. He couldn’t think. He was too busy coming down Cyrus’s throat.

“There, that’ll make you feel a bit better.” Cyrus leaned back when Ness’s balls had finally emptied, licking his lips. “Still achy?”

Ness nodded. Speech was impossible.

“Roll with it, darlin’. If what we think is actually true, then that ache is going to make this so much easier on you.”

Ness’s eyes widened as his legs were hoisted and spread wide over Cyrus’s shoulders. “Time to get acquainted with your delicious looking hole.”

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Cyrus wasn’t someone who got off on fear or anxiety. He’d never been one of those power fuckers who used their dick like a weapon. He never saw the point. If he hated someone he killed them, and if he cared about them, then Cyrus would pleasure them for as long as they both liked and then zipped up and walked away.

Ness was different. They were mates. Their connection had been born the moment Cyrus spotted Ness’s shifted form disappearing into the loch in Scotland. Even before that if truth be known. Cyrus’s shark had connected with the unique shifter from a random glimpse of him at the airport.

And now he’s laid out for me like the most sensuous buffet. Cyrus loved a buffet – he was greedy by nature. Resting his head on Ness’s belly, his fingers found the spot he was looking for, circling it gently with his middle finger. Ness’s breath hitched as he rubbed his finger in small movements, but Cyrus kept his movements firm and deliberate.

Lube was an amazing invention. Cyrus had made do with spit before, but honestly, it wasn’t a pleasant experience for him or the one on the receiving end of his dick. Lube was silky smooth, and Cyrus groaned as he kept up the massaging, gently coaxing Ness’s muscles to relax and let him in.

The moment the end of Cyrus’s finger dipped inside, Ness’s body tensed up and Cyrus chuckled softly. “It’s perfectly normal, darlin’,” he said. “Just breathe with me, let your hunky body relax.”

It took a bit, but Cyrus wasn’t a quitter. Ness’s groans and the way his thick length straightened over his belly were clues enough that Cyrus’s touch was welcome, but that ass wasn’t letting anyone in without a dinner date and a diamond necklace first.

One finger in, Cyrus paused, flicking his tongue out and catching Ness’s cock to keep him distracted, while his other hand gently rolled his mate’s balls. When Ness groaned, his whole body trembling, Cyrus worked on getting a second finger in…then a third, and finally a fourth, because first times were important.

His shark was impatient, even though they didn’t want to hurt their mate. But when Cyrus looked down, seeing Ness’s hole stretched by all four of his fingers on one hand, he wanted to shower his mate with everything he owned and worship that sturdy hole for a lifetime.

“Ready mate?” The hole wasn’t ready to give up his fingers, but Cyrus pulled them free. He quickly rubbed the excess lube from his fingers onto his dick, using his body to keep Ness’s legs apart as he sat up on his knees. “How’s the ache?”

Ness just blinked at him, slow blinks, his mouth half open, his nostrils flared.

“Awesome, exactly the response I was looking for.” Cyrus lined up, focusing on Ness’s eyes. They truly were the window to the soul, and Cyrus saw everything beautiful in that moment. Despite his work, he still had to thrust quite hard, keeping hold of the base of his cock so he didn’t blow the second the head of his dick pushed past the ring of muscles.

“Breathe out, long and slow,” he muttered as his cock hit resistance. “Push out, let me in.”

Inch by inch, Cyrus kept working on getting Ness’s body to accept him. He knew it would – mates were made for each other. But the connection was heightened by the look in Ness’s eyes. It was as though his mate was wordlessly reaching out to him, his animal side glowing with approval. Ness’s human body was the one doing the adjusting, but that beautiful beastie was well on board with what Cyrus was doing.

“You feeling me, darlin’? Because, by the Fates I am feeling you.” Cyrus dropped the hand that had been keeping his cock in check and pushed in that last inch. “Breathe with me. Feel how we’re joined. Feel my cock throbbing inside of your heat.”

Ness’s eyes fluttered closed, and Cyrus was hit with a barrage of emotion. Relief, joy, pleasure…and a need to come. Every hit was sending Cyrus’s need higher and he knew he had to move. “Let’s start this slow and steady.”

Rocking gently, back and forth, Cyrus kept his hands on the inside of Ness’s legs, stroking up and down, teasing his mate’s cock every now and then for variety. Ness’s breathing became labored, his chest rising and falling. Cyrus could tell the second Ness let go of the last of his inhibitions and started to try and move back against him. There was a hint of fangs peeking from Ness’s lips, and Cyrus’s gums tingled in response.

I need to get closer, because yes, another bite was on the menu. Scooping his hand under one of Ness’s legs, Cyrus leaned forward with the whole top half of his body, keeping his weight off Ness’s chest so he could keep his hips moving. Ness’s hands, which were lying on the mattress, came up, gripping Cyrus’s torso, as they found their rhythm.

How could I have thought I could do without this? Cyrus wanted to groan and shout and yell with the sheer pleasure of being inside his mate at last. Yes, it had only been a few days, and he and Ness hadn’t been celibate together. But in that moment Cyrus understood the ache Ness had been talking about. He hadn’t felt it in his gut, as Ness had, but he had felt something lacking, and now they were finally joined in the way the Fates intended, Cyrus could see the difference as clearly as if it had hit him in the face.

He thought he had to be the responsible one, talking about the issue of having children as if it was something they could avoid. Truth be known, Cyrus had always lived with the knowledge he’d been a crap father to his son, Blade, raising him in his own image, which was nothing to be proud of. But as their rhythm sped up, he was seized with an urge he hadn’t had before. Cyrus hated the term ‘breed,’ which some men used when fucking their partners, but there were some powerful instincts flooding his body, and in that moment Cyrus knew if Ness ended up carrying his child, or he was carrying Ness’s, then they would make it work. Ness wouldn’t let him mess things up.

“Bite!” Ness’s voice, a half scream, pierced Cyrus’s thoughts, causing his movements to stutter for a moment. But Ness wasn’t letting him go and with a final hard thrust, Cyrus dipped his head, sinking his teeth into the mark he’d left in Ness’s neck the first time. Ness had the same idea, biting him in return. It was as if time stopped in that moment, mid orgasm, teeth embedded in Ness’s neck with Ness’s fangs in his, Cyrus felt another layer of connection flood the emotions they’d shared before.

Releasing his teeth, Cyrus held his mate close. Ness was a mess of emotions, pinging all over the place. But he clung tight to Cyrus’s body, and Cyrus figured his mate would be all right. Going through a first time after three thousand years wasn’t something Ness would just flip off and light a cigarette over. Besides, he was kinda dealing with some new sensations of his own.

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It was many, many hours later. The two men had more sex, food, then more sex again before relaxing in a long bath together. But even after all that, Ness wasn’t quite ready to sleep. Slipping out of bed, leaving Cyrus sprawled and snoring, Ness didn’t bother with clothes as he made his way outside, walking a path he’d taken a hundred times or more before, to his own lake.

His beastie, who’d been very patient, waited until Ness’s feet were submerged in the water before coming through, slowly gliding, floating, paddling his way to deeper waters. Turning back so he was facing the house, the beastie stared up at the stars, and then at the lights left on in the house.

And then, he started to move.

The beastie bobbed one way, then he bobbed the other way. His flippers swished through the water, keeping in sync with the bobbing. His long neck twisted and turned, head still bobbling, the big beastie danced to music only he could hear.

Sometimes a beastie just had to have some fun and this particular beastie had something to celebrate. So, safe from prying eyes, the beastie danced. It was the perfect end to a hectic and amazing day.