CHAPTER FOUR

C onall held his gaze, pushing the awareness forward, and his beloved blinked but did not look away. The awareness was touching him, and his mind was taking in the world of the supernatural. It was a process, but each step brought him closer to a full understanding of Conall's world.

"Will you bond with me, claim me as your beloved?" Joel asked, not fearfully but rather with passionate wonder in his eyes.

"I will claim you, and we will become one in our hearts and minds. Are you ready to become mine, Joel?" Conall was eager to bond, but he wanted to make sure Joel was completely on board and knew what he was asking for.

"They didn't use me like they did the others they said I was too delicate, and they wanted to get their money's worth out of my sorry ass before setting the wolves on me. I danced, and I served, but I was spared some of the harsher treatment." Joel wanted him to know that he hadn't been a part of the worst that the Club had to offer.

“Whatever happened was not your choice or your fault and takes nothing away from your beauty and your allure. You are mine, and that alone makes you absolutely perfect." Conall leaned toward him, and Joel joined him in a kiss that was both hot and urgent. Their need then took over, and both were pushing for control, taking it deep and impassioned.

Conall let Joel take over for a minute but found that he needed to lead, so he pushed his young man to his back on the couch and followed him down, never releasing his soft, sweet lips. Joel was pulling at Conall's shirt wildly, opening it up and plunging his hands inside to glide over Conall's bare chest and back. His touch was hypnotic, and Conall could not hold back the moan that escaped his lips.

"Your touch ignites a fire inside me, my love, like only a true beloved can. Your hands are magic, stirring me with every touch." Conall picked him up and carried him to the bedroom. All the while, Joel continued peppering kisses to his throat and jaw. His beloved was eager and excited, and Conall had such wonderful plans for them this evening.

He sat Joel down on the bed and quickly pulled the t-shirt up and over his head. He then tossed it aside and pulled the slippers from his feet. "You're mine, Joel, all mine." He whispered into his ear, grabbed the waistband of his sweats, and started slowly pulling them down. Joel stretched out on his back and arched, allowing Conall to easily remove his sweats.

The moment that Joel’s hard cock lay bare to him, Conall took it between his lips and tasted the firm, silk beauty so sweet and satisfying. He took him down his throat several times before popping off the end and then removing Joel’s sweats and tossing them aside. His beloved was completely naked and calling for him, reaching for him, and begging to be touched. Life in this moment was perfect.

"Now you." Joel breathed the words in a wanton and needy tone that went straight to Conall's hard cock and stiffened it painfully. His desire for this man was nothing like he'd ever experienced before, and at his age, he'd experienced plenty. "I want to see your body, Conall."

Conall stripped in seconds at the urgent plea of his beloved. The sound of his name on Joel's lips was thrilling, and he wanted to hear it again and often. "Say my name, baby." He asked as he crawled up onto the bed and on top of his beloved, being careful not to crush him but determined to experience him head to toe.

"Conall." He said, Conall trembling at the sensuous sound. "You have a beautiful body, Conall," Joel added, and the compliment was made doubly touching by the fact it was his beloved praising him. The man did not know the power that he held over Conall.

Another deep and penetrating kiss was followed by Conall spreading Joel's legs and hiking them up onto his arms, lifting the lovely young man's delightfully hard cock up to Conall's eager lips.

He continued to play with him for a while, taking him down his throat several times and then licking the length and sucking hard on the head to send him into a stir of sensations. Joel writhed beneath him, whipping his head side to side as he sought completion for his now aching cock. The sounds he made were delicious, moaning and whining, so lovely and needy.

Conall took him to the base and held him as he bit softly into the velvety smooth flesh and took a taste, letting the blood flow over his tongue and feeling its energizing assets. He sucked hard on Joel's throbbing cock pulling everything he could from Joel, pushing him to a powerful climax.

Conall clamped down just as Joel lost it and came hard, filling Conall's mouth and throat with his exquisite essence. Joel stiffened and held his breath throughout as Conall swallowed him down, taking all he had to give.

The feel and taste of Joel's blood and his release and the pure energy contained in both was intense and moving. Joel was hot, provocative, and erotic, and yet he possessed the body of an angel so pure it was divine.

Everything he did and said and just the beat of his heart turned Conall on and made him want to ravish and own this man now and for all time. The heat and desire that was consuming the room was also consuming him, and the need to be inside his beloved was overwhelming.

He trailed kisses, wet and ravenous, along his hip and groin, exploring and sensitizing the tender flesh. All the while, he was stretching and preparing Joel to take his hard length deep inside his tight, heated channel. He'd never cared for a lover the way he cared for Joel. His every desire felt like a command Conall would do whatever he had to in order to please and satisfy his gorgeous man.

They would bond, and the last of the scales would fall from Joel's eyes, and his future and his life with Conall would become clear at last. He thrust his fingers deep, stretching and spreading the lubricant and readying his beloved. The heady sensation of having his lover's body embracing him sent visions of wild and salacious lovemaking through Conall's mind.

Joel kept the rhythm of thrusts moving with him and riding his long, thick fingers as they invaded over and over again. Joel continued to moan and press into his intimate touch, his excitement growing along with Conall's.

Joel let out a slow, guttural groan, and his channel walls pulsed and tightened around Conall's fingers. Conall felt his own body vibrating with the need for this man, and he'd denied himself long enough. He was prepped and ready, and his climax was on the breathless edge, but it wasn't time yet. Conall gripped Joel's cock by the base and squeezed, forcing back the inevitable and ripping another desperate moan from his amazing lover.

"Not yet, my love." He whispered deep in his throat and abruptly flipped Joel onto his stomach. It caught him by surprise, but he smiled seductively and went with it, knowing the outcome was going to be enjoyable. His trust was appreciated.

Conall spread Joel's legs apart and lifted him slightly, baring his stretched and welcoming hole. Conall had never seen anything more lovely, and his aching cock throbbed with the want of it. He massaged the firm round cheeks of Joel's beautiful ass and spread him further.

He then bent and ran his tongue along the tight, muscled opening, taking in the musky flavor and sensing the growing excitement in his beloved. He did it again, circling the sensitive area before burying his tongue in the eager opening.

Joel shivered and squealed tightly through compressed lips and then began to pant in a delicious way. Conall played with his ass until Joel was about out of his mind. He then plunged his cock deep inside, stretching and filling his beloved full. Joel jerked and shouted and then settled into a fiery litany of chants.

"More Conall, more." He pushed his ass back against Conall, increasing the power of each thrust. "Harder Conall, harder." Conall held him and hammered his hips against Joel, burying his cock to the base with each drive plunging deeper and reveling in the tight embrace of his beloved.

Joel was feeling every nerve ending in his body vibrate with the excitement of their lovemaking. His moves were quick and sharp and a little wild, leaving Joel begging for more. He wasn't gentle or tender, and yet everything held a sense of loving control that left Joel with a feeling of importance and regard. It was weird but true. Never had he experienced such mind-blowing titillation and also felt seen and heard. He asked for more, and Conall delivered every single time.

How they ended up in bed having rough, amazing sex was a mystery, but somehow, they communicated the need, and each was eager to deliver. Joel had not felt anything like it, and he never wanted it to end. He looked back over his shoulder at the most handsome man in the world. He was disheveled and fierce, but he still looked amazing. If he could keep this man, he would offer himself up in a heartbeat.

Conall held him and thrust deeply, penetrating all his reserve, taking him fully and leaving nothing untouched or undiscovered. He was laid totally bare to this man, and he didn't care for somewhere deep in his soul; he trusted Conall Rose. He shouted Conall’s name when he felt the hot release filling his channel and felt teeth breaking through the tender flesh of his shoulder.

Joel came furiously, spreading his seed on the blanket beneath them as the need to come tore through him over and over. The feelings rushing through him were wild and raging.

Conall was feeding from, and Joel had experienced a feeding only once on the night he'd been injured and bleeding and forced out on stage and had found it distasteful. But this was different. This was intimate and loving and filled Joel with a tingling sensation, and it touched him like everything Conall did; it touched his soul.

Conall finished and pulled his teeth from Joel’s soft flesh. He then licked the area, soothing the sting and making the excitement so much more potent with each stroke. He moved Joel to the side, avoiding the wet spot beneath him, and laid him out on the bed. Joel felt Conall slide out of him and instantly missed the heat and fullness.

Joel was spent, totally spent, and could barely keep his eyes open. He watched as Conall removed the wet blanket from beneath them and then stretched out beside Joel and gathered him into his arms.

They lay there together naked and wrapped in each other's arms, and Joel had never felt so loved and so complete, and it made no sense at all. He didn't care if it was a delusion. He was going to enjoy every second of it, and so leaned into Conall, laying his head on his shoulder and kissing him lightly on the underside of his jaw. "I could easily fall in love with you, Conall." He said without bothering to think of the ramifications. It was true and how he felt, and so he said it, and he'd deal with any fallout later. For now, he was going to love this little piece of life.