Chapter Twenty-One

"Nope. Nope. Nope. Not happening."

Storm had made what Pax considered a ridiculous mistake in casually mentioning that when the assassins went after the crocodiles, he might be able to arrange for Pax to stay in the bakery until they came back. Pax would admit he was distracted by the idea for all of two seconds, before reality kicked his butt.

"You're going to leave me behind? Gwen's not even in the bakery at night. Her food cabinets are left empty for the next day. I would be endlessly teased by the scents of what could be and there'd be no food actually there. Why would you want to torture me like that? Why?"

He poked Storm's chest, causing the man to fall backward onto their mattress. Pax figured Storm wanted to go that way anyway – there was no way his single piddly finger could move his shifter. He climbed over Storm's body, using his magic to hold the man down.

"Why would you do that? Tell me why?" Annoyed that Storm's shirt was getting in the way of his kisses, Pax magicked that away along with the rest of their clothes and kissed in the groove between Storm's pecs.

His mate groaned. "Pax, babe. You know I love your feistiness and your sparkling personality, but you're not an assassin. I'd worry about you."

"Worry about me why exactly?" Pax knew the second Storm realized he was being held down and decided to up the ante. Storm's hot spot was right under his ears and Pax nibbled there, sucking up on the skin, causing Storm's whole body to shiver. "Tell me, babe. Speak the truth."

"You're sweet." Storm moaned long and loud, visibly trying to shake his bonds, but Pax's magic held firm. "You shouldn't be mixed up in the death business."

Pax sat up and laughed. "And it's a suitable business for you?"

Storm stilled. "You want me to give up being an assassin? I hadn't even thought about that."

"And you don't have to." Pax got back to kissing. Not the lips, because he was sure even bound by magic, Storm would find a way to take control of the situation. But Storm's collar bones were another hot spot for the crocodile shifter and so were his nipples. "I have no problem with what you do, so why," he said around a mouthful of nipple, "do you have a problem with me seeing what you do?"

"Ugh. Suck harder babe. Right there." The veins in Storm's neck were popping and his fists were clenched. Pax didn't have to look at what his mate's cock was doing. He could feel it bobbing against his ass.

Pax pulled his lips off the nipple with a pop. "Answer me and I'll keep doing it."

"You expect me to think? Sweet, you're…"

"You said that already." Pax wiggled his ass, teasing his mate's dick.

"It'll be messy?" Storm's voice rose into a wail as Pax dove down and bit over his nipple. "Gods, babe, please."

"Hmm. Messy." Pax rested his hands on Storm's chest, and pondered how he felt about that. "It's fine. You're used to it. I can get used to it, too." He gave the swollen nipple under his cheek a lick.

"Please, Pax, precious, can we talk about this after?" There was a sob in Storm's voice. "You don't know how to handle yourself in dangerous situations and…"

"You did not say that, surely?" Shocked, Pax sat up and then disappeared from view using his magic. "Can you turn invisible?" he levitated, knowing Storm couldn't see him, swiping at Storm's cock with his tongue. "Can you make yourself tiny, so you can't be seen?" He shrunk his size until he was about six inches tall and then ducked as Storm's cock threatened to squash him. "Those are my feet you can feel tap dancing on your dick. A person can't fight who they can't see."

Using his magic Pax regained his original size and threw Storm's legs into the air so they landed so Storm's knees were on either side of his mate's head. "Can anyone else you know do this?" He slapped Storm's butt. "Or this?" Sending out his magic in tendrils this time, he covered Storm's skin knowing it would feel as if six hands were stroking him instead of two. "I mean, if you want to think about it, I can leave you here and go and see if the grill's on yet. I can get the boys to save you a plate while you work out how to get out of this mess. Does that sound good to you, babe?"

"Don't make me think. I wanna come. I'm so close, babe, please. I wanna come."

"Maybe I won't let you." Pax gripped the base of Storm's cock tightly. "I'm waiting for you to overpower me, show me how strong you are. Where's an example of your powerful skills, the ones that will remind poor innocent me of how I'm just not equipped to deal with assassins. I'm waiting."

"You're teasing." Storm groaned again, sounding as if he was in actual pain. "I can't think when you do that… Babe, please. Be reasonable. I don't want you getting hurt."

"Hmm. Good point. I should probably prep myself." Which Pax could do with his magic. Since being claimed he had found all sorts of new ways of using his powers. Still invisible to Storm's eyes he lowered Storm's legs, leaving the man prone on the bed. His mate's cock was red and angry looking, leaking all over Storm's abs.

"Oh, I might need a bit of assistance to give me more leverage sitting on this big thing." Pax flicked out his wings and let the flutter of the ends of them trail along Storm's legs. "Don't they look pretty?"

"I can't see anything…" Storm moaned. Pax knew how much his mate loved his wings. But he had something else he knew would drive Storm out of his mind. And then, yep. "Oh, my gods! Babe!"

Pax's gasp was hidden by Storm's yell. I should've used more prep. Slowly but surely, aided by his wings, Pax lowered his invisible body down Storm's cock.

"Feel good?" Pax was panting a bit himself now. He felt stuffed full – Storm did that to him every time and he doubted he'd ever get sick of that feeling. "I'm not seeing you do…any escaping yet."

"Move, precious…move, please… I want… gods, I want so much."

The desperation in Storm's voice lit a match to Pax's fire. He meant to go slowly, to tease it out until Storm was at breaking point, but he couldn't do it. Storm might be bound with magic, but he groaned and moaned and even growled as Pax moved himself up and down Storm's cock. Deep rumbles in Storm's chest sent shivers up Pax's spine and he grabbed his own cock, stroking himself in time to the movements he was making on Storm's.

The time for conversation was over. It was like the air all around them was electrified, but the focus was solely on the two of them as they pushed to reach their orgasms. Pax's heart was beating so loudly he was sure it would drown out anything else, but the harsh breathing from his mate let him know Storm was feeling it, too. It didn't take long. After all the teasing, and with Storm being a shifter, he would be able to smell how aroused Pax was even if he couldn't see him.

"Oh, my gods, oh, my gods." Pax bounced even harder, his balls tightening as he felt the telltale signs of an orgasm. "Storm. Storm. Are you…?"

"Now," Storm growled. Pax slammed down hard, his cock spurting his sticky come all over Storm's chest. That's not invisible, was all he had time to think of before he lost control of his magic. Slumping on Storm's chest, fully visible again, Pax tried to control his panting as fireworks sparked all around his body. Storm's arms came up around him, holding him close.

"Still think I can't best an assassin?" Pax teased, his voice low.

"You can best this one in the most delightful ways," Storm agreed with a chuckle. "And yes. Fine. I should never have thought to hide you from what I do. But, precious, you'd better never let me see you using those particular tactics on anyone else."

"I never would. We're mates. You're the only one I want naked and under my control." Pax snuggled in and then shifted his cheek as he found himself resting on a spot of his spunk.

"You have to let me kill my father by myself though. Pax, this is important. Promise me."

Pax already knew that was the shifter way and he nodded. "I promise."

It was nice, lying with his mate, the faint smells of grilled food slowly wafting through the window. Pax's stomach rumbled and he thought about getting up. But I'm so cozy.

"Babe?"

"Hmm." Nap or food. That was a difficult question.

"When you had my legs, you know, so my ass was all exposed. Why didn't you decide to fuck me this time?"

Shocked, Pax looked up. "I didn't even know if you would allow that sort of thing, but I have one word for you, babe. Consent. You can't consent when you're tied up with magic and being tortured by an evil pixie with designs on your body."

"I thought you were an innocent pixie." Storm's hands felt soothing on Pax's wings.

"I have flashes of evil. Don't you forget it." Pax snuggled back down.

"Well, for any future adventures of the evil pixie side, consent is given freely for anything you might want to try. Anything at all ."

Pax really hoped his mate couldn't see his wide-eyed stare. He'd let me do that? "Noted." Hopefully Storm would ignore the slight squeak in his voice as well.