Fighting Temptation [Brac Village 11] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) (15 page)

Turi’s breath hitched as he leaned into Carmine’s hand. “I love you, too.”

Placing a kiss on his mate’s lips, Carmine took a step back and pointed toward the paddling table. “Bend over, baby,” he growled playfully.

The smile was back, Turi batting his eyes at Carmine before he walked over to the table, his hips swaying heavily back and forth. The man was being provocative and Carmine was ready to bite the guy on his ass.

He noticed that Turi still had the whistle wrapped around his wrist. Carmine gave a light chuckle as he moved until he was standing in front of Turi. “If you want me to stop, blow that annoying ass whistle.”

Turi glanced down at his wrist and then snickered. “Honestly, I don’t think I’ll be needing it any longer. I used it for protection, but now my protection stands around six foot three.”

That was the strangest and sweetest thing anyone had ever said to Carmine. His bear growled in approval as Carmine touched the plastic. “I want you to wear it whenever we are in this room.”

“You are one strange man,” Turi said as he bent over and jutted his ass into the air. “Do you want me like this?”

Oh, Carmine was going to paddle his mate’s ass for his cheekiness. The guy knew how much Carmine was turned on by the thought of playing with Turi in this room and he was milking Carmine’s lust for every damn drop.

Walking around the table, Carmine swatted Turi on his ass before walking over to the cabinet filled with various toys. He grabbed a light whip, smiling to himself before turning. His cock gave a pulse when he saw his handprint on Turi’s ass.

The man was still bent over, but he was staring around the room, taking in everything Carmine had purchased. “I’m really hoping that cross isn’t something you use to throw darts or knives at people.”

The burst of laughter left Carmine’s lips before he could contain it. The man was so refreshing. “Hardly.”

Turi gazed over his shoulder at Carmine. “Just checking.”

The man was something else. Carmine could see that his life was never going to be boring being mated to this man. He took his time walking back over to Turi. He was appreciating the view.

“What are you going to do with that?” Turi asked as his eyes landed on the whip in Carmine’s hand.

“You are asking way too many questions, love. Just relax and enjoy.” He let the strands on the whip slowly glide over Turi’s backside, up his back, and then down his side. His canines threatened to lengthen when Turi shuddered.

He flicked his wrist, giving Turi a light tap with the whip.

“That wasn’t so bad,” Turi commented.

“Hush,” Carmine said before he flicked his wrist again, letting the whip land a little harder on Turi’s ass. He started imagining what his mate would look like tied up. There were so many things he had wanted to do with the man. They were going to have many hours of pleasure in this room.

“Is that all you got?” Turi’s challenge shocked Carmine. He was trying to ease his mate into a harder whipping. It seemed his mate was more into this than Carmine could have hoped for.

“Are you challenging me?” Carmine asked.

“Does it sound like a challenge?” Turi jutted his ass higher. “Even I could hit harder than that.”

Carmine pulled his arm back and let the whip slice through the air. It landed with a loud
thwap
on Turi’s ass. His mate jerked, his head flying back as he groaned loudly. He repeated the moves a few more times before he stepped in front of Turi and relieved his aching cock, palming the hard flesh in his hand. “Suck me, Turi.”

Turi wrapped his lips around the head of Carmine’s cock as Carmine whipped Turi’s ass once more. His mate jumped, taking Carmine further down his throat. Hell, Carmine was about to lose his mind. Turi’s lips were so soft, so moist as he fucked the man’s mouth.

He gripped his mate’s hair, tugging on it as he slid his cock in deeper. “That’s it, take all of me.”

Carmine shuddered when Turi automatically placed his hand behind his back and opened his mouth wider. The man was a quick learner. He knew that Turi had never dabbled with anything like this. It looked like the man was born to be submissive—at least when it came to sex.

Raising the whip, Carmine let it fly a few more times, Turi moaning around his cock. He was so close already that he knew he would be coming soon. His balls were drawn up tight and a tingle had started up his spine.

He needed the edge taken off.

Carmine gave a few more hard thrusts and then came down Turi’s throat, his body shuddering as his orgasm washed through him. He stood there for a moment, breathing through the hedonic feeling before pulling his cock free.

“Do I get up now?” Turi asked as he licked at his swollen lips, his eyes glassy and breathtaking.

“Oh, love, I’m nowhere near finished with you.”

He could feel Turi watching him as he moved behind the man and dropped down to his knees, licking every mark he had put on the man’s body.

The longer his tongue played over Turi’s skin, the harder Carmine became. His tongue trailed a path to the man’s crease and then swiped over Turi’s pulsing hole.

“Carmine!” Turi jerked, rising up to his tiptoes.

“Mmm, you like that.” Carmine swiped his tongue a few more times, his hands holding Turi in place. He loved the way he made his mate squirm around, his lithe body wiggling as Carmine licked the man over and over again before plunging his tongue deep into his mate’s ass.

Turi’s hips were rocking from side to side as he tried to push his ass back, impaling his hole onto Carmine’s tongue. Carmine had to wrap his fingers around his shaft in order not to come. He was losing control fast and knew that if he didn’t fuck Turi, he was going to come all over his hand.

This was his first time using this room and the excitement was a little too much. Maybe the next time he would go slower, but right now Carmine’s bear was growling to get inside his mate.

He rose to his feet and walked over to the cabinet, snagging the bottle of lube. He wet his fingers on his way back over to his mate and then speared two inside his mate’s hole. Turi jerked as he groaned, his legs spreading further apart.

“Someone wants to get fucked.”

“That would be me,” Turi said, barely saying the words beyond his panting.

Carmine twisted his wrist, scissoring his fingers at the same time. After a moment, he slipped a third finger in, his body humming at the anticipation of fucking this tight ass.

When he couldn’t stand it any longer, he removed his fingers, replacing them with his cock. He gripped Turi’s slender hips as he began to move harder, faster, and deeper.

This was going to be a very quick fuck. His mate was so tight and hot around Carmine’s cock, that the muscles gripped Carmine like a slick, velvety fist. Spreading Turi’s thighs wide, Carmine slammed his hips into his mate’s ass, feeling his scrotum tighten against the base of his cock as he drove deep and hard inside the man.

Turi was mewling like a well-fucked kitten as Carmine slammed his hips forward, his shaft driving deep.

“Harder, Carmine. Please, fuck me faster.”

Turi’s begging drove Carmine insane. He picked up his speed, the sound of clapping skin ringing through the room. When Turi shouted out his release, his hold clamped down on Carmine’s cock, making it almost impossible to move.

He was overwhelmed by the heated tightness surrounding his hard shaft and the sound of pure ecstasy in Turi’s voice. Carmine could feel the white-hot fingers of fire moving down his spine now. The pleasure wrapped over the head of Carmine’s erection like tiny fingers of paradise.

With a flurry of hard and fast thrusts, Carmine finally froze, buried as deep as he could be and roared his completion. Once drained of his seed, Carmine pulled his cock from Turi’s ass, watching as his mate tried to catch his breath.

Carmine wiped the sweat from his brow and then heard a small
toot
. He glanced down to see Turi still bent over the table, that annoying ass whistle between his lips. “I don’t think you’ll be needing to blow that, Turi.”

His mate grinned widely at him. “It is no longer my
help me
whistle. It’s my god-I-love-you whistle now.”

Carmine chuckled as he pulled Turi from the bend and wrapped his arms around his mate, kissing the side of his neck. “Then blow the damn thing until your lungs are on fire, love.”

* * * *

“I hear you’re looking for me.”

Egon spun around to find a very large man standing off to his right. The guy’s stance was casual, but Egon could see that he was being assessed from the way the guy was looking at him. “Are you Marino Malone?”

“That depends on who wants to know,” Marino—Egon assumed it was the man he was looking for—said as he shifted his weight, reminding Egon of an old-time gangster. The guy’s hands were clasped in front of his body and his shoulders were relaxed, but his eyes…

“I’m—”

“I already know who you are,” Marino cut him off. “And I already know why you’re here. You want me to stash you away somewhere, like I’m paying you back for running one of my labs.” His tone was icy. “Do I look like I care that you were involved in the production of Liquid Wrath?”

Egon realized he had made a grave error coming here. He had heard how powerful this man was, and yes, he had thought he would have some leeway since he had run the lab. Apparently Marino had a different idea of what loyalty meant.

But then again, was there really any loyalty among the evil? “I’ll just be on my way then.”

Marino held up a hand, his eyes daring Egon to take another step. “I’m told you tried to mate your own nephew, went against the
Ultionem
.”

Egon was not about to defend the Wood elves’ customs. “What of it?”

Marino shrugged. “While I would be impressed that you defied their decision, there’s one small problem.”

Swallowing hard, Egon knew his time was up. Marino wasn’t a stupid man. He could see the intelligence in the man’s sinister eyes. But he played ignorant nonetheless. “What problem?”

Marino moved in on him, his big hands circling around Egon’s neck. “That was my boy you tried to force into mating with you. No one fucks with a Malone.”

Egon had seconds to struggle before he felt his life draining away. He had picked the wrong man to screw over, although the realization was a little too late.

THE END

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