Werewolf's Way [Chronicles of the Shifter Directive 1] (Siren Publishing Epic Romance, ManLove) (19 page)

Caelyn grinned, hooking his hand through Graham’s arm. “And if I was your very own personal go-go boy?”

“Then I’d revise my statement and say certain strippers are not boring at all.” He squeezed Caelyn’s ass and directed him toward the dirt road. “Come on, angel. We’re close now.”

In silence, they walked through the path. The clear air, the blue sky, and most of all, Graham’s presence wiped away Caelyn’s anxiety. More importantly, his arousal returned with a vengeance, bubbling under the surface, just waiting to be released.

At last, they reached the spot Graham had picked beforehand. Graham placed a blanket on the ground and then gestured Caelyn to sit down. Caelyn complied, dropping onto the quilt on his back. As he looked from the gorgeous blue sky to his mate’s handsome face, he had trouble figuring out which of the two sights was the real image of perfection. Actually, no, he didn’t have trouble with it at all. His mate was and would always be the most beautiful thing in his life.

“Right back at you, angel,” Graham said as he joined Caelyn on the blanket.

Caelyn could feel Graham’s appreciative gaze on him, so he half expected the man to pounce him right then and there, but he didn’t. Instead, he opened the picnic basket and started to retrieve several items from inside. There seemed to be various dishes ready to be consumed, and judging from the enticing scents coming from each box, Caelyn suspected that Beth had been involved in this little plot, too.

“What did you coax her into?” Caelyn asked with a chuckle.

“Finger foods, mostly,” Graham offered. He opened one of the boxes and revealed delicious-looking chicken tenders. “Things I can feed you, bite by bite.”

It looked like Graham had everything very well planned out. So who was Caelyn to go against his wishes? He lay back against the quilt, ready to do whatever his Alpha mate wished.

“Mmmm, I like that,” Graham said, offering him a bite of chicken. It was so tender Caelyn couldn’t help a little moan. A piece of bruschetta was next, followed by a delicious deviled egg.

Caelyn closed his eyes, enjoying the textures and scents, the sensual experience Graham was offering him. As a Sutharlainn, he’d always been served all sorts of fancy foods on a regular basis, but he’d never found quite as much enjoyment in it. As Graham offered him a strawberry dipped in whipped cream, though, Caelyn had to admit that while the food itself tasted amazing, it was the company that made it all special.

In truth, he was quite greedy for his mate, and he found himself sucking on Graham’s fingers even as he enjoyed the flavor of Beth Connors’s cooking. He was quite enthusiastic about it, too, and soon, he had his mate groaning, his lust rushing over Caelyn in a wave that threatened to overcome him.

Finally, Graham started to put away the food, making Caelyn open his eyes. “Don’t I get to feed you, too?” he asked.

“I’m only hungry for one thing, and it’s not chicken tenders,” Graham replied, his voice filled with gravel.

The way his hot gaze raked over Caelyn’s body said more than words ever could. Caelyn licked his lips, already craving the passion he could read in those eyes and feel through their bond.

Graham crawled on top of Caelyn, bringing their bodies together. He whispered one single word, “Angel…”

Caelyn had many times wanted to say that he was no angel. Sometimes, he wondered if the actual angels would mind being compared to him. But that pet name held so much meaning, so much love, that whatever connection it might have had to any other person had long ago faded. Now, it was a vocalization of their love, a love that would never die.

“Yes, beloved,” he whispered back. “Come to me.”

After that, there were no more words. Graham pressed his mouth to Caelyn’s, taking his lips in an all-consuming kiss. They surrendered to their hunger, one that had nothing to do with the meal Caelyn had just had. It was a deeper need, one that went beyond the physical into a nearly transcendental realm. This was a craving that wouldn’t abate, not until they were one.

Graham thrust his tongue into Caelyn’s mouth, tasting him, seemingly even more ravenous than usual. Caelyn wrapped his arms around his mate’s neck and his legs around Graham’s waist. Graham’s reaction didn’t delay in appearing. His clawed hand clutched Caelyn’s hip, the sharp tips touching Caelyn’s flesh ever so slightly. It probably shouldn’t have aroused Caelyn, but it did. He’d never have thought that pain would be something that excited him, and yet, his dick throbbed with desire at that dangerous touch. Perhaps it wasn’t the pain itself, but rather the evidence of the fact that Graham was losing control with him. That had always been a potent aphrodisiac for Caelyn, and now was no different.

Rubbing against his mate, Caelyn bit Graham’s lower lip, impatient, desperate, needing more. His human clothes suddenly seemed so very restrictive, making his skin itch. He hated the barriers between him and Graham. He wanted everything off. He needed to feel Graham’s naked body under his fingertips.

Fortunately, his mate seemed of a similar mind. Tearing his mouth away from Caelyn, he struggled to take off Caelyn’s T-shirt. The damn thing caught in Caelyn’s hair, making him wish he’d chopped his long tresses off. He’d left the impractical fashion choices of sprite aristocracy behind. Why should he keep it like this?

He got his answer when Graham tore the uncooperative shirt, tossed the remnants aside, and fisted his fingers into his locks, pulling it hard. “Don’t you dare.” He growled. “This is mine. You’re mine. I want to hold onto your hair and look into your eyes as I fuck you.”

Maybe it should have pissed Caelyn off that Graham presumed so much. After all, it was Caelyn’s hair. He should be able to do whatever he wanted with it. Instead, this show of dominance aroused him, and he arched his back, moaning. He wanted that. He wanted Graham to hold him down by his locks while Graham’s dick pounded in and out of his ass.

Graham cursed, his hands frantically working the zipper of Caelyn’s jeans. It probably wasn’t smart to allow his mate to do that—Caelyn had lost countless items of clothing that way, and currently, replacing them was their largest expense—but Caelyn had his own priorities, namely getting Graham naked.

Since moving would have hindered Graham’s progress, Caelyn tried to use his telekinesis abilities instead. The result was only half-satisfactory. Graham’s shirt flew off, torn into pieces by the force of Caelyn’s enthusiasm.

Caelyn had been trying to learn the reasons and limitations of his new power. He surmised its development had something to do with finding his mate, and actually felt quite grateful for it. Sadly, getting accustomed to it wasn’t very easy. When he could concentrate, he generally managed to tame it. Suffice to say, now was not one of those moments. So, to be fair, Caelyn had to admit that Graham’s own wardrobe had suffered quite a bit. Neither of them would have had it any other way.

With some effort, Graham managed to undo Caelyn’s jeans, freeing his erection from its confines. He started to pull the garment off, only to realize Caelyn’s sneakers were blocking him. Growling in frustration, he got rid of Caelyn’s footwear in record time.

At last, he discarded Caelyn’s jeans, leaving him naked with the exception of his socks. Caelyn tried to keep up, he did, but Graham was relentless. And when his mate’s fist engulfed his erection… Well, who could have blamed him for completely surrendering to Graham’s will and ministrations?

Graham didn’t seem to mind in the slightest. His eyes had gone nearly black with lust, his mind lost in a whirlpool of desire. And when he lowered his mouth over Caelyn’s prick, Caelyn forgot everything else except that lust consuming both of them.

His mate started to bob his head up and down Caelyn’s dick, frantic, as if he needed Caelyn’s spunk more than his next breath. He was hot, volcanic passion, swamping Caelyn, short-circuiting his brain, taking over every cell of his body. Caelyn became a willing slave to it, losing himself in Graham’s wild intensity. He threaded his fingers through his lover’s hair and started to thrust his dick in and out of Graham’s mouth, instinct and need taking over as his rational side burned out in the face of their fiery want.

Their bond guaranteed that he felt everything Graham did, and for that reason, he knew how much Graham enjoyed his submission, how much his mate liked to have him like this, at his mercy. The connection became so strong that Caelyn could almost taste the flavor of his own pre-cum and feel the weight of his own erection on his tongue.

And then, Graham’s dry finger slid into Caelyn’s ass, zeroing in on his prostate. Caelyn actually saw stars. Screaming his mate’s name, he came, filling his lover’s mouth with streams of hot cum.

By some miracle, he managed not to lose consciousness, which was fortunate because it gave him the chance to watch Graham’s sinful mouth gulp down every drop of his seed. Graham’s body was still buzzing with unfulfilled pleasure—Caelyn could feel it through their connection—and yet, the werewolf lingered, licking Caelyn clean.

Caelyn desperately wanted to return to favor. Well, in all reality, he actually needed for Graham to find completion within his body. With regard to Graham, he had become a complete wanton.

For the moment, though, his bones seemed to have melted and he couldn’t move a muscle. But of course, with such a sexy mate, not even that sexual satisfaction could control the impossibly powerful attraction between them. As Caelyn struggled through the aftermath of his mind-numbing orgasm, he saw his mate rummage through the basket and finally come up with a tube of lubricant. Just the sight of that familiar bottle had his dick hardening again and his libido reawakening. It was a visceral, Pavlovian response to the knowledge of what would come. Even if he’d just climaxed, Caelyn felt so relieved he could have sobbed.

Graham toed off his sneakers and quickly got rid of his jeans, revealing the perfect expanse of his body. Caelyn could never get enough of watching his mate’s naked body. Seeing him there, so close and so very handsome, drew a moan out of Caelyn. If Graham didn’t fuck him in the next ten seconds, Caelyn would likely lose his mind.

Fortunately, Graham was right there with him in his desire. He crawled back to Caelyn’s side and lifted Caelyn’s legs onto his shoulders. Caelyn held his breath as his mate positioned his dick at his opening. And then, in one single smooth thrust, Graham slid into Caelyn’s body, his prick burning Caelyn from the inside out.

For a few moments, Graham stilled inside him, giving him the time to adjust. But they’d always fit together just right, and Caelyn’s mate was well aware of that. Holding Caelyn’s gaze with his own, he began to move in and out of him, starting an almost punishing rhythm.

If anyone had asked him what it was like to have sex with his mate, Caelyn didn’t think he could have found adequate words to describe it. The ecstasy of the burn, of the stretch, the way Graham hit his prostate so perfectly had him breathless, but it wasn’t the only thing he experienced. He also sensed Graham’s pleasure, the tightness and the heat of his own body as it squeezed Graham’s dick. The onslaught of sensation overwhelmed his body and his mind. It was so strong that he couldn’t even compute it. For a few moments, it seemed like his very heart would stop at the intensity of it.

But if that would happen, what a way to go. Like an addict seeking his fix, he pushed back against Graham, impaling himself on his mate’s dick, seeking more, always more. Graham gave it to him, fucking him harder and harder. Sweat beaded his brow, and his lip was curled in a near-snarl so familiar it hurt.

It was pure sexual beauty, and they fell together into the dance as old as time. Caelyn’s rapture fueled Graham’s, over and over, the fire becoming fuel for an even brighter flame. Soon, that blaze became too much to withstand, and only a brief thread of unfulfilled need held Caelyn’s orgasm back.

Tilting his head, Caelyn willed his mate to claim him once again. Graham didn’t delay in satisfying his wordless request. Sharp pleasure-pain exploded through Caelyn, and with another ragged cry, he came. Graham thrust inside him one last time and found his peak as well. It felt like Caelyn himself had experienced another climax.

He couldn’t hope to withstand the bliss of their shared orgasm, but as he lost track of reality, he fell into a new one, where his thoughts and Graham’s became one. The perfection of the moment would have caused him to burst into tears if his body hadn’t been too overcome by bliss to allow his tear glands to function.

Caelyn would have liked this to never end, to live within the golden glow of Graham’s love for him forever. But then, in Graham’s mind, he saw something else, another secret Graham had endeavored to keep from him. He saw a ring.

That image was the one that propelled him back to the real world. As he stared up at his mate, Graham slid out of him and said, “Marry me.”

Caelyn truly didn’t know what to say. His mind still hadn’t recovered from his two orgasms, and he hadn’t even managed to catch his breath. His immediate impulse was to say yes, but the shock kept him from speaking.

Acknowledging Caelyn’s need for space, Graham briefly pulled away and reached for the basket again. This time, from inside he retrieved a velvet ring box. Looking nervous, he opened it, showing Caelyn the contents.

“It’s not much,” he said shyly, “or anything like the jewelry you wore as a sprite, but I’d be honored if you accepted it.”

It was a simple yet elegant band, apparently made out of white gold. Graham had chosen a wavy shape, and Caelyn knew that it was because it reminded the werewolf of the fall of his hair. The ring had been engraved with the words,
With love, for my angel.