Chapter Fifteen

Storm had wooed, bedded, and straight out fucked a lot of people in his life. Leaving his dad's compound had been an eye opener in more ways than one, but one thing Storm had going from him was he learned to adapt in every facet of his life including sex. It was one of the reasons he was good at his job.

But as he got off the couch, picking Pax up and striding into their bedroom, Storm could almost believe he was about to embark on his very first time. He had the same flutter in his belly, along with the strong need to be with his mate in every way. Pax was already that special to him, and Storm fully expected that feeling to grow.

Which meant he had to do things right. Laying Pax down on his mattress, Storm stretched out beside him. "Do you know how a shifter claims his mate, precious pixie?"

"It starts with kisses." Pax's arousal scented the air. "Anything that important would have to start with kisses, right?"

"Hmm, kisses sound like a wonderful idea." Leaning closer, Storm nibbled up Pax's jawline. "The thing is, what sort of kisses make my precious pixie moan?"

"Any of them. All of them." Pax tried to tilt his head, but Storm nudged it farther around and kissed Pax's ear.

"I still haven't told you about claiming yet, mate of mine." Although Storm knew he was going to have to move quickly. His gums ached with the need to bite.

"There are kisses, then you split my ass with your giant cock, and then… Oh, yes, right there." Pax's moan was music to Storm's ear as he gently kissed around the side of Pax's neck. "And then you bite me. You bite me, and then you don't go running off with a man with a gun." Pax arched his neck.

That made Storm pause for all of two seconds. Well, his lips were still busy, because Pax's moan was an aphrodisiac all by itself, but would he leave Pax behind if his brother turned up again…?

A brush of magic skittered across his skin, and his cock that had previously been pushing against the confines of his pants was suddenly free. Better still, the pixie he was holding was equally naked, and Storm had to swallow to stop from drooling. "Did you doubt my expertise with buttons," he teased as he sniffed along Pax's prominent collar bone.

"I'm prepped. I'm ready. My dick's going to blow in less than a minute. Kiss me properly."

In that moment, Storm knew Pax was perfect for him. He'd guessed it anyway – all mates were perfect for each other. But his mate's personality, his spirit, and the way he seemed to have absolutely no filter… Shifting slightly, Storm brushed his lips against Pax's.

It was his turn to groan. Pax tasted of everything sweet Storm had missed in his life. His hands roamed over smooth skin, slender muscles, and the cutest belly, which Storm instantly loved. Yes, in the past he'd gone with men and women who were built like he was, but the Fates knew his heart – the man currently on his bed, matching his kisses with a passion Storm could feel in his soul.

Instead of sleeping, his crocodile was watchful, waiting for his chance. In the wild, the courtship between crocodile couples involved a lot of teasing, nipping, and twirling in the waters, but here on the bed Storm was swept up in Pax's impatience. They would have time for teasing and soft touches and all the delicious things a couple could do together. Pax wasn't going home after – he's already home.

Leaving Pax's lips, causing his mate to grumble, Storm headed down, rolling his cheeks over Pax's little pot belly, inhaling along his mate's cock. It wasn't big – Pax wasn't a big person, so anything bigger than a handful or a mouthful was going to be a waste. But it was already leaking, its tip was bright red, and Storm had to taste that, too.

Pax's yell was a shock to the ears, but Storm didn't falter. It clicked, in his head, as Pax's thighs trembled under his hands, that if his mate was used to being on his knees, the chances of someone returning the favor were slim. Sure enough, he'd barely had time to roll Pax's taste around his tongue when his mouth was full of Pax's essence and Pax's whole body was shaking.

"In me. In me quick. My magic's overloading." Pax's yell could probably be heard in the workshop, but Storm didn't care.

Slurping off Pax's cock, Storm made sure to leave it clean, as his fingers pried his mate's thighs apart. He could feel a hint of dampness that wasn't sweat, and in that moment Storm had to see.

"Roll over, precious." Storm sat up, helping his mate turn around, hoisting Pax onto his knees, Pax already spreading his legs. Storm wanted to ask…he should ask if this was his mate's first time. But Storm wasn't about to ruin a perfect moment. There was nothing tentative about the way Pax presented himself. If there had been others, then Storm was just going to drive those memories from his sexy mate's head.

Magic had a scent all of its own. In some people it was dark and bitter. But the smell pouring off Pax's body was sweet, like cotton candy, and as Storm ran his hand over Pax's bubble butt, he could feel the electricity coming from the magic under Pax's skin. He wanted to rub his dick all over it – to see what the sensation would feel like over his most sensitive part. But as he cupped his cock to do that, he felt the ache in his balls and knew that was something else that would have to wait.

"You're not in me yet."

"You'd notice if I was, hon." Running his fingers down Pax's crack, seeking his hole, Storm groaned as he found it. His finger slid right in. Not only that, but the lube, whatever it was Pax had magicked up in that wonderful brain of his, was warm and gave Storm's fingers the tingles.

"Great. You've found it. Now do something. I could be eating cake, you know."

"I'll get it for you when we're done," Storm promised. But Pax was right. He needed to get in there. His cock, his crocodile, every cell in his body was primed to do the one thing he never thought the Fates would bless him enough to be able to do. It was time to claim his mate.

Pax's body opened up to him so easily – as if the cute man with the sassy personality had been just waiting for him to take his place in Pax's body and his life. There were groans on both sides. Pax was clutching the blanket, scrunching it in his hands as if it was a life preserver, and Storm was clutching at Pax's hips just as firmly.

There was a click, Storm felt it in his soul, as if the stars aligned… and yeah, this is heavenly. He wasn't a poetic man – Storm's life had always been too hard for that. But in that moment, it was as if everything good Storm had ever done had culminated in that one moment.

"Move. Move. Move."

Storm moved slowly at first because he imagined even magic had its limitations and he was more than proportional. Pax's body flexed around him as if testing him out, measuring his girth and length and adjusting to fit it. It really was that simple, and in that moment Storm realized why the rare few fated mates he'd seen made goo-goo eyes at each other all the time and never seemed to want to stop touching each other. Python and Cyrus were a case in point. Storm and the other assassins had often made quiet jokes at the couple's expense… But maybe we were just jealous.

None of that mattered now. Pax had clearly given up on him moving with any intensity and was busy rocking back and forth on him. Storm got with the program, his thrusts getting faster although he was still careful. There was a lot of power in his crocodile, and Pax would need to get used to that. He would. Storm didn't doubt that, but he wanted their claiming to be the best sex Pax had ever had.

Storm eyed Pax's neck, his fangs had already dropped, making words impossible. He fell forward over Pax's body, one hand supporting his weight, while the other snaked around Pax's hip reaching for his mate's cock that was just as hard as it had been before. At his touch, Pax groaned, "I'm coming again," and that was all the cue Storm needed. With a quick strike of his teeth, he cemented his claim on the feisty pixie as his own orgasm hit him hard, forcing his whole body to still as the sensations ping-ponged around his system.

He'd just removed his teeth from his mate's neck, licking over the already forming scar, when Pax groaned again, but this time it didn't sound pleasurable. "I feel funny. Please…get off my back. Get off my back."

Storm aimed for quick but careful as he pulled out, rolling to one side, his hand on Pax's shoulder. "What's happening, hon? Are you…? Oh, wow." Storm's eyes just about fell out of his head, as two beautiful wings sprung out from his mate's back.

"Wow. What's wow?" Pax tried to see over his shoulder and Storm felt it, the moment Pax realized what had happened. "My wings came in. I've got them at last." Tears poured down Pax's face. "I'm finally a real pixie. A real pixie."

Unsure where the emotion was coming from Storm gathered Pax close, taking care not to brush the new wings, and held his new mate while he cried.