Chapter Nine

Instead of soft fur, Stewart felt a hard body pressed into his back when he woke up. Killian had returned to his human form, his body tightly curled around Stewart’s.

The guy’s fingers were drawing lazy circles over the patch of exposed skin just above Stewart’s waistband, his perfect, musky scent everywhere in the room.

“Wasn’t expecting to see you curled in my arms when I woke up.” Killian pressed a kiss to the back of Stewart’s neck. “Tryin’ to spoil me, handsome?”

Stewart cleared the sleep from his throat. “As your doctor, I was merely concerned about your health as you healed.”

Killian shook slightly as he softly laughed. “Why don’t you turn over and see for yourself? Since I’m not medically certified, I’ll need a professional opinion to see if my wound is healed or not.”

Another kiss to his nape.

With his heart beating a little faster, Stewart turned over as Killian lifted his arm to allow the movement then settled it back down.

Stewart swallowed roughly when he saw Killian was buck-ass naked, his entire body on display, from the top of his messy hair down to his sexy toes. It was totally unfair that Killian not only had a rocking body but his feet were actually sexy.

Did the guy have any flaws?

Killian curled an arm around Stewart’s waist and hauled him closer to his hard, straining cock. He lowered his head, their lips brushing. Stewart felt drugged from the need building between them.

When Killian finally kissed him, the full, soft lips taking his, Stewart let his anxieties melt away, let his inhibitions go, and just felt. Felt so wanted. So needed. So fucking desired that he knew he was catching feelings for Killian.

“You taste so sweet,” he said against Stewart’s lips. The way his mate looked at him, like the man worshipped the ground Stewart walked on, made his breath stutter. It was like having a live wire pressed against him, heated, strong, and so damn sexy that Stewart wanted to touch every inch of Killian’s body.

Lifting his leg, he slid it over Killian’s lean waist, wishing he was as naked as his mate.

Stewart tried out the word in his mind and found that he liked it. Mate.

He more than liked it. That single word held so much promise, contained so many possibilities.

And he wanted that more than anything.

Killian held on to Stewart’s hips and then pushed to his feet.

“Where’re you taking me?” He grinned against Killian’s lips, loving how excited his mate seemed as he carried Stewart out of Ethan’s room.

“Not gonna claim you on the floor, babe.” Then Killian stopped and cocked his head, as if listening to something.

“What is it?” Stewart glanced around, looking for anything out of place. Even though he was wrapped around a bear shifter, he was still rattled at having a gun pushed into his side.

“My dad. He and Hyett are taking off, but Ryker is staying behind to watch Ethan.”

“How on earth do you know that? I didn’t hear anything.”

“Shifter hearing, hon.” They headed into Stewart’s bedroom.

Killian closed the door with his gorgeous butt then carried him to the bed before laying him down. Stewart inhaled sharply. Those ripped abs just begged to be touched, to be licked, to be worshipped, flexing with Killian’s movements.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” Killian groaned as he lay halfway over Stewart.

“Shut up and kiss me.” Stewart jackknifed, gripped his mate’s arms, then yanked him down.

They rolled on the bed, groaning, kissing, teasing as Killian slowed. He brushed his knuckles over Stewart’s cheek, smiling softly at him. The smile was provocative and turned Stewart inside out.

“I’ve wanted you from the moment I laid eyes on you, Stewart.” Killian was lying on top, careful of his weight, his arms on either side of Stewart’s head.

“I’ve been fighting my attraction to you,” Stewart confessed.

Killian gave a low chuckle. “Really? I honestly couldn’t tell.”

“You’re full of shit.” Stewart yanked him back down, fusing their lips together, grinding himself against his mate, driving himself crazy. He ran his hands up Killian’s chest, feeling the hard muscles under his palms, using the pads of his thumbs to tease the man’s hard nipples.

Killian hissed, nibbling along Stewart’s jaw. He’d never drowned in such pleasure in his entire life. Stewart was filled with raw need, craving whatever Killian was willing to give him.

Then his mate shoved his leg between Stewart’s, and Stewart turned into a wanton slut. He rode the hard thigh, gasping, biting at Killian’s nipples, licking away the sting.

“Fuck,” Killian groaned. “I want you so badly, baby.”

All of Stewart’s problems simply vanished, replaced by this gentle giant. No past abuse. No car problems. No fear of screwing up his nephew’s life. No anxiety. Just pure emotions and need. Stewart kicked his shoes off then wrapped his legs around Killian’s waist, gasping, mapping out the guy’s muscles with his hands as his mate kissed down Stewart’s throat.

“Unwrap your legs,” Killian quietly demanded.

Stewart had no idea why, but he did as the man asked. Killian pulled Stewart’s shirt off and tossed it aside. Now he was the one sucking a nipple between his lips, sending jolts of fire through Stewart.

But Killian didn’t stop there. No, he did not. He worked his way down Stewart’s soft, flat stomach, licking at his navel. Stewart breathed heavily as Killian unsnapped his pants.

Mother fudge. Stewart wasn’t going to survive this. He bucked, throwing his arms out as he tilted his head back and his mouth dropped open slightly.

Killian yanked Stewart’s pants and underwear down his legs and engulfed his cock all the way down his throat.

Stewart cried out, tossing his head from side to side. Oh god! He was keening as he spread his legs apart, thrusting his hips upward, fucking drowning in the pleasure. Drowning in it, sucking in air, so close to coming that he shoved his hands into Killian’s hair and pulled.

Killian grabbed Stewart’s hips to calm him down. It took all of Stewart’s control not to ram his cock down the man’s throat. Killian made him feel wild and unhinged. So many emotions barraged him, and waves and waves of passion crashed over him.

Then Killian inched a wet finger inside Stewart’s ass. Stewart lost it. He fucking lost it.

“Killian!” He writhed as he came, his body convulsing before he finally settled back down.

Leaning up, his mate kissed him, slowly crawling back up Stewart’s body. His cock trailed over Stewart’s stomach, leaving behind a clear line of pre-cum.

It was the most erotic thing he’d ever experienced.

“That was so goddamn beautiful.” Killian smiled at him.

“Felt incredible,” Stewart said breathlessly. He felt Killian’s cock grind into his stomach, and fuck, he let his thoughts float away.

“Are you ready to let me claim you?” Killian murmured, his lips brushing against Stewart’s neck, feathery soft. Then he took possession of Stewart’s mouth once more.

He was shaking, and his heart was trying to pound its way out of his body while he tried his best not to hyperventilate. Slowly, he nodded.

Killian pulled back, and his smile was pure sin, then it fell. “Shit. We don’t have any lube.”

“In my duffel bag. I was looking for something earlier and found a tube in there.” Stewart had completely forgotten he’d packed a brand-new tube before he’d fled, anticipating very lonely nights ahead of him.

His mate left him momentarily, rooting through Stewart’s bag like he was on a treasure hunt with seconds left on the clock. With a thunk, Stewart’s bag hit the floor, and then Killian returned, wearing a triumphant smirk, the tube in his hand.

Stewart flipped to his hands and knees, crawling to the edge of the bed. When Killian was close enough, he grabbed the base of the man’s erection, sampling him, eliciting a moan from his mate. Killian moved his hips slowly as Stewart took him fully into his mouth. He groaned low in his belly and had to breathe through his nose to keep from passing out.

“Oh fuck, Stewart.”

His name on Killian’s lips was like an aphrodisiac. A drug that Stewart wanted more of. He palmed Killian’s sac and pulled at it, licking up one side of his cock and down the other, moaning at how good his mate tasted.

Killian hissed, grabbing a handful of Stewart’s hair, moving his hips a little faster as a low growl rumbled in his chest. Instead of Stewart backing away afraid, the sound spurred him on. He slurped, sucked, and swallowed the hard shaft, shaking with a need to hear Killian’s sounds in the throes of passion.

“Not like this.” Killian backed away, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. “I want to be buried inside your ass when I come.”

Still on his hands and knees, Stewart turned and jutted his ass into the air. Killian slid a hand over his globes, his mate’s thumb trailing over his hole.

Stewart heard the snick of the cap, and then Killian probed at his entrance. Lowering his shoulders, he hissed at how good it felt when Killian slid a finger inside of him. He rolled his head on the bedding, curling his fingers into the fabric as his mate added a second finger then his tongue.

“Oh shit.” Stewart arched his back, shivering as he groaned. This was what he needed. To forget, to block out the world, to have Killian show him what it was like to be needed, to be wanted. His mate didn’t think only of his own needs. He’d given Stewart a blowjob right off the bat.

Killian was a considerate and giving lover, something Clive hadn’t been.

He licked at Stewart’s nuts, making him moan even louder.

Then he felt the fingers leave, replaced by the blunt head of Killian’s erection. Stewart braced himself, fully aware of how big his mate’s cock was. His eyes widened, and he sucked in a breath as Killian entered him.

“Don’t tense, baby.” Killian glided his hand up Stewart’s back, moving it slowly, one hand on Stewart’s hip, the other locked on his nape, like Killian would hold him in place if he had to. “Just breathe. Relax your muscles.”

The burn intensified as Killian sank his cock deeper inside Stewart’s ass.

“Oh. My. Fuck,” Killian groaned. “Your ass is amazing.”

If Stewart wanted to get past the pain, his mate needed to move faster. Taking matters into his own hands, he slammed back, driving the entire length into his body. Killian growled, his hands clasping Stewart’s hips. His mate moved faster, harder, the sound of their skin colliding echoing in the room.

He shoved Stewart farther up the bed then crawled in behind him, never losing his rhythm. “So fucking good,” Killian groaned, his flexing hips driving his cock deep inside Stewart’s ass.

But Stewart wanted to see Killian’s eyes. He jerked forward, dislodging his mate’s cock before flipping to his back and curling his legs around the man’s waist.

Those smoldering gray eyes. So beautiful. They made Stewart want to belong to the bear shifter, to be branded by him.

Killian slid back inside his ass, filling him, stretching him wide. He dropped over Stewart, bracing his arms on either side of him. Their kiss was anything but soft. It was sloppy and brutal, and Stewart loved it.

“My gentle giant.” Stewart trailed his fingers over Killian’s jaw, loving how the stubble felt against his skin.

“For you, always.” Killian kissed Stewart’s fingers. Then he used his hand to hook Stewart’s leg under his knee and pull it upward. “You’re obliterating my control.”

He pounded into Stewart, grunting and breathing heavily as he thrust. Stewart gripped Killian’s biceps, clinging to him, uncaring that they’d only known each other for such a short time and now were sleeping together. What had been important to Stewart before no longer seemed to matter.

A low growl erupted in Killian’s throat. Stewart gasped when he saw two sharp canines descend.

“I need to claim you,” Killian ground out.

“Then do it.” Stewart just prayed Killian didn’t turn into a bear. As massive as the animal was, it would crush him, killing him instantly.

He cried out when his mate struck, sinking his canines into the soft skin of his shoulder.

But it wasn’t pain he felt.

If anything, the sensation made Stewart fly higher, his orgasm crashing into him and making him scream Killian’s name.

Pulse after pulse of Stewart’s cum bathed their chests. He writhed under Killian, clutching him, as he felt his mate come inside of him.

A strange sensation filled Stewart, almost like something being plucked inside of him, and then a vibration echoed through his body, followed by a feeling that he’d known Killian his entire life.

Finally, his mate retracted his canines and licked the wound. Stewart was too exhausted to think about what had just happened. He’d question his own sanity come morning. Right now all he wanted to do was sleep.

Killian eased out of Stewart and spooned behind him, nuzzling his neck. Unable to keep his eyes open any longer, Stewart closed them, wearing a happy grin.