The Lynx Who Claimed the Sun (5 page)

His hands worked at Nicolas’s clothes, slipping under the material to find skin. Soft, so soft and so warm. He could hear Nicolas’s heartbeat racing, so fast it seemed impossible that it wouldn’t burst out of the other man’s chest. Nicolas’s tantalizing aroma tickled at his nostrils, a mix of exotic flowers, pure male, and hot arousal. Garth could feel his mate’s hard cock nudging against his thigh, and the knowledge of his mate’s excitement made his desire soar even higher.

He tore Nicolas’s shirts and pants off, with no regard whatsoever as to what the hummingbird might wear later. The only thing he knew was that he wanted Nicolas and he needed to taste his mate as soon as possible.

That thought gave Garth the impulse to break away from Nicolas’s luscious lips. He licked down his mate’s body, exploring each inch of delicious flesh. Nicolas released a soft, excited chirp as Garth’s tongue trailed over the hollow of his neck, and Garth noted the hot spot. He dwelled over the sensitive area for the longest time, simply enjoying the sound of his mate’s sweet cries.

Never once did he cease mapping Nicolas’s body with his hands.

His fingers found his mate’s nipples, and he tweaked on the tiny nubs, hiding a grin when Nicolas’s moans turned incoherent.

Garth’s senses were assaulted by his mate’s increasing desire, and his dick throbbed in answering to Nicolas’s arousal. It was slow torture, for both of them, and the beast inside Garth emerged, demanding that he take possession of what was his.

Garth wrapped his fist around his mate’s prick and began the slow journey down. His mouth abandoned Nicolas’s collarbone, tracing a line over the hummingbird’s chest and abs. Following a sudden
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impulse, he stopped at Nicolas’s navel, stabbing his tongue into the tiny opening.

Nicolas covered his mouth with his hand in an obvious attempt to tone down his cries, but Garth could feel the pleasure that coursed through his mate at the stimulation of the spot. It was actually a bit strange. Most birds didn’t have much sensitivity in the area. In species where reproduction wasn’t viviparous, the belly button appeared on a child years after their birth. It was, in a way, only a tiny addition meant to make shape-shifters fit in, and it didn’t have much connection to other nerve endings. But Nicolas seemed different, and Garth loved discovering every little thing about his mate.

What he wanted most, though, was to drive Nicolas wild, to wrap his lips around his mate’s cock and suck him dry, and then fuck him into oblivion. He didn’t delay in following that impulse. Without giving his new lover one single warning, he lowered his mouth over Nicolas’s prick and swallowed him down.

A choked trill escaped Nicolas as Garth bobbed his head up and down his hummingbird’s cock. Unsurprisingly, even Nicolas’s pre-cum tasted almost like honey. Even from the little time they’d spent together, Garth had noticed Nicolas loved things sweet. Besides, Nicolas was, after all, a hummingbird.

Garth continued torturing his mate’s cock. Half unconsciously, he started purring, and the vibration seemed to drive Nicolas crazy. All the while, Garth rolled Nicolas’s balls in his hands. The sac beckoned to him, and he lowered his mouth to taste the wrinkled skin. Nicolas whimpered, begging, “Please, Garth. Please…”

The sound of his name on his mate’s lips was too much. Garth returned to Nicolas’s dick and really went to town. He increased the suction, taking his lover’s cock deep into his mouth and swallowing around the head. At the same time, he released his own prick from its confines. It demanded being let in on the action, but Garth didn’t touch himself further. If he did, he’d climax, and he wanted to come in Nicolas’s ass. It wouldn’t be long now. He could tell Nicolas was
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moments away from orgasm, and he desperately wanted to taste the hummingbird’s cum.

Just like Garth had predicted, moments later, Nicolas arched his back and found his peak, muffling his cry once more. Streams of hot spunk filled Garth’s mouth, making him drunk at the taste. Sweet, so sweet, like nectar from the gods.

He would have loved to gulp it all down, but unfortunately, he couldn’t afford to do it. He didn’t keep lube all around the house, for obvious reasons, and he couldn’t risk going to the bathroom now.

Instead, he gathered some of Nicolas’s own cum and slicked his dick up.

Garth flipped Nicolas on his belly, exposing the hummingbird’s delicious hole. The tiny opening seemed to wink at him as Garth spread his mate’s ass cheeks. He hissed when he slowly inserted a finger inside Nicolas’s anus. God, his lover was tight, so tight, and the hummingbird’s body sucked the digit right in, as if demanding more.

Eagerly, Garth added another finger and stretched Nicolas’s opening, preparing his mate for invasion. He crooked the invading digit just so, grinning when he found Nicolas’s prostate. As he rubbed the spongy gland, Nicolas buried his face in the couch pillows, his entire body emanating renewed arousal. A murmured “please”

followed, and Garth could not resist.

He removed his fingers from Nicolas’s anus and lowered his body over his mate’s. He positioned his cock at Nicolas’s hole and readied himself to thrust inside. But it then occurred to him that this was their first time together and it would be over an office couch. Hell, Garth hadn’t even taken his clothes off. He’d only lowered his zipper and bared his dick and was ready to fuck Nicolas, as if the hummingbird were no better than a common whore.

Nicolas must have sensed the change in mood. He lifted his head and peeked back toward him. “What? What is it?”

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When he looked at Nicolas’s flushed face, Garth’s control faltered. He barely managed to keep himself in check and answer,

“I’m just not sure this is the right place to do this, that’s all.”

Nicolas’s expression darkened, and he turned around to face Garth directly. “Not the right place,” he drawled out. “I see. Well, then, I should probably go.”

Garth cursed himself for ruining the moment. “No, love, it’s not like that. I just think you deserve better than an over-the-couch fuck in my office.”

The shadows in Nicolas’s eyes dissipated. “What’s wrong with an over-the-couch fuck?” Nicolas pushed himself closer to Garth and climbed on top of him until he was practically in Garth’s lap. “We were enjoying ourselves very much.”

“It’s not just about enjoyment,” Garth answered. His thoughts scrambled as his mate nibbled on his earlobe. “Love…”

“Just stop worrying. Let me get you out of these clothes and you’ll feel much better.”

It was somewhat strange, but comforting, that the two of them had both zeroed in on the same problem. Garth allowed his mate to undress him, and as Nicolas’s warm, enthusiastic hands caressed his skin, his misgivings melted into sheer passion.

At first, Nicolas took things slow, as if seducing Garth with each removed garment. But as the heat of desire rose between them once again, Nicolas started moving faster and faster. Before Garth knew it, he was completely naked, and so was Nicolas.

Nicolas clung to his neck and met his gaze with fevered black eyes. He didn’t speak, and neither did Garth. Nicolas positioned his ass on top of Garth’s cock and pushed down. It was Garth’s turn to release a choked groan as the muscles guarding the entrance to Nicolas’s body yielded, allowing him inside.

Nicolas trembled, his body taut with sensual tension, sexual energy thrumming through him and into Garth. His ass squeezed
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Garth’s prick in an iron-like vise, and the dam keeping Garth’s desire at bay broke.

In a flash, he pushed Nicolas on his back against the couch and lifted the hummingbird’s legs, draping them over his shoulders. For a few moments, the motion made his prick slip out of Nicolas’s tight warmth, but Garth didn’t delay in thrusting back in. He impaled his mate on his dick, his mind and body having reverted to a visceral, primal level.

Nicolas didn’t protest at all. Instead, Garth’s forcefulness seemed to excite him. He pushed back against Garth’s invading cock, never once breaking eye contact. It was hypnotizing, and in that moment, Nicolas’s dark eyes that seemed to hold so many secrets became open gateways to Nicolas’s soul.

Over and over, Garth fucked his mate. He couldn’t get enough.

With each thrust, the fire inside him burned brighter, the almost painful pleasure sizzling over his skin. He always aimed for his mate’s prostate, more than anything yearning to bring Nicolas over the edge once again. His mate was simply beautiful when he came and Garth wanted to see it again and again, to feel Nicolas’s cum splash against his skin, to have his mate mark him the same way he would mark Nicolas.

Nicolas clutched his shoulders tightly, small chirp-gasps escaping him from time to time. He was lovely and passionate, and he was all Garth’s. God, just the thought made Garth realize how lucky he’d been today, and how much he could have lost.

The memory of that terrible fear drove him into increasing the speed of his thrusts. He wanted to imprint himself into Nicolas’s skin, to shower the hummingbird with kisses and protect him from anyone who might try to hurt him. He wanted a new life, for the both of them together.

In a peculiar development, his fangs ached and the beast within Garth demanded to mark his mate. That had never happened to Garth before during sex, but still, he knew all too well what it meant. As
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much as he’d have liked to fulfill his selfish fantasy, he needed to talk to Nicolas about it first. The last thing he wanted was to take the hummingbird’s choices away with a rushed claiming.

So instead of burying his fangs in Nicolas’s skin, he crushed their lips together once more and reached between their bodies to grip his lover’s shaft. Two strokes of his hand on the hard column of flesh and it was all over. Nicolas’s scream ended up muffled by their kiss as the hummingbird’s ass clenched around Garth’s prick. Garth was helpless in front of the delicious sensation. Burying himself one last time inside Nicolas, he filled his mate with his seed. For a second, Garth couldn’t even think or breathe. The only thing he could do was feel, feel and need this incredible man beneath him.

They collapsed together on the couch, breathing hard and riding out the pleasure of the afterglow. Garth couldn’t help it. He felt too comfortable, so he started purring again.

A breathless laugh escaped Nicolas. “I can’t believe it. You’re purring.”

“You have that effect on me,” Garth shot back, more relaxed than ever.

Nicolas cuddled close to him, and for a brief moment, neither of them spoke. Nicolas was the one to break the silence. “Thank you,”

he whispered.

Garth gave his mate a confused look. “What for?” He’d more than enjoyed their coupling, so no thanks were needed. Truth be told, Nicolas’s words made him a bit uncomfortable.

His dilemma was clarified when Nicolas added, “I know you wanted to bite me, to claim me. I could feel it. But… I’m not ready for that, not yet. So, thank you.”

Garth nodded wordlessly and kissed his mate’s forehead. Not yet meant that one day, Nicolas would be ready. Until that day came, Garth would respect his lover’s decision and wait patiently.

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Corbin slipped out of his bed, feeling a bit antsy. His younger brother had fallen asleep, but Corbin still thought about the mysterious Nicolas. His dad hadn’t given him and Preston too many explanations, but Corbin understood that if Nicolas had come here to meet them, he would be an important person in their lives.

What unsettled Corbin most was that, surprisingly, he liked Nicolas. He liked that he made Corbin’s dad laugh and be relaxed.

Today, when they’d been watching the movie, Corbin’s father had looked happier than Corbin had ever seen him. What did that mean?

With the ease of all cat-shifters, Corbin navigated through the dark and padded out of the room. There was a light still on in the office, so he decided to avoid going too close. His dad would feel him if he approached the room too much.

The sound of light laughter reached his ears, prickling his curiosity. He wanted to see what Nicolas was doing with his dad, but at the same time, he knew his father would be pissed if he eavesdropped.

The decision was taken out of his hands when the office door opened. Corbin immediately ducked back into his room and slipped back into bed. He heard his dad’s familiar footsteps close in, and for a few moments, he thought he’d been busted.

It seemed luck was on his side, though, because his dad went into the bathroom instead. Corbin released a sigh of relief and contended himself with not having been caught. He’d investigate Nicolas the next day. For the moment, he’d just get some sleep. After all, Nicolas wouldn’t hurt his dad. Right?

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Splash.

A vein twitched in Nicolas’s forehead as the cold water hit him from behind. He should have expected this. His instincts had told him to get ready for something, but still, he’d wanted to see Garth. The man worked too much, and Nicolas wanted Garth to relax a bit.

Apparently, this had been a bad idea. He should never have come here in the first place.

Childish giggles reached his ears through the haze of anger.

Nicolas dumped his keys on a coffee table, turned, and smiled tightly at Garth’s kits. They’d stopped trying to create traps in the halls when it had become apparent that he was too quick for that. Now, they just attacked him outright. “Wow, cold water. Always so refreshing.

Thanks, boys.”

Preston and Corbin gave him twin looks of amused pleasure.

“Don’t mention it,” Corbin said cheekily. As the older boy, he was always the leader in the pranks the kits pulled on Nicolas. Preston tended to simply follow his brother’s indications.

Nicolas would have liked to tell them something, to shout at them and explain they shouldn’t act like this. Perhaps they didn’t like that Nicolas was dating their father, but there were boundaries that needed to be set, and the kits’ rudeness was getting out of hand. But he had no authority over them, and they were the proverbial apple of their father’s eye. Besides, even if he hated to admit it, he liked the boys.