Werewolf's Way [Chronicles of the Shifter Directive 1] (Siren Publishing Epic Romance, ManLove) (33 page)

Since they’d reached a safe enough distance, Graham turned into his legged shape. “Are you going to be all right?” He truly was concerned for the fae, no matter how jealous he could get. If not for Sari, he and Caelyn wouldn’t have been here right now.

“You mustn’t fret over me,” Sari answered. “I’ll be fine.”

When he looked at Graham, he blushed slightly. Oddly, Graham found that comforting. Sari never changed.

Caelyn and Sari hugged again, and, on impulse, Graham embraced the fae as well. When he broke away, Sari’s face was positively flaming, while Caelyn’s bond with Graham overflowed with confusing emotions.

“Well, I truly must be off now,” Sari said. “Good-bye, Lyni, Graham. Hopefully, we’ll see each other again soon. Take care of yourselves.”

And with that, Sari bounded away. Now that he and Caelyn were alone, Graham grabbed his mate’s hand and dragged him toward their cabin. “Now wait a second, mister,” Caelyn protested, nevertheless following after Graham. “What was that back there?”

Graham stole a look over his shoulder and smirked. “I have no idea what you mean.”

“Uh-huh. First, you were acting like you planned to jump at Sari’s throat, and then you were all over him.”

Graham didn’t immediately reply, not until their cabin was in sight. It was a tiny place, with only two rooms and a tiny kitchen. Fortunately, Eternelle was like a city in itself, so in spite of being quite isolated, they had indoor plumbing and electricity. Graham would have been able to do without it—he was, after all, a wolf—but it would have been much harder for Caelyn.

Once they reached the structure, Graham took his mate in his arms, carrying him bridal style. “The truth is, angel, I want you. I want to fuck you, touch you, and hold you.”

“That’s not much of an excuse,” Caelyn whispered back.

“No, it isn’t,” Graham answered as he opened the door and carried his mate inside. “But you forgive me anyway, right? Or should I do something to make sure there aren’t any hard feelings?”

To illustrate what he had in mind, Graham squeezed Caelyn’s ass, passing his fingers over the crease. Caelyn shivered, his frustration melting away like it had never been. “Graham… Beloved, please.”

One of the best things about having a pregnant mate, other than the obvious, was the fact that just like Sari had told them once, they had lots of sex. Quick sex, slow and lazy sex, sex in a bed, in a tub, outside on the grass, even on the kitchen table. He tried not to strain his mate in any way, but sometimes, it just happened.

This time was no different. Even if Graham had been the one to make the suggestion, his wolf reared out of him more aggressively only when he heard Caelyn’s words. No matter how smooth Graham tried to be, Caelyn just had to breathe on him to make his animal come wagging and his dick stand up and demand its due. Caelyn’s submissiveness was simply addictive. Graham desired him with every fiber of his being, as a wolf, and as a man.

“Your wish is my command, angel,” he whispered back.

Enjoying the rush of want that came through their bond, he carried his mate to their small bedroom and slipped inside. The once nondescript room had now been decorated through their shared efforts. Caelyn wasn’t much of a craftsman since, as a sprite, he’d never had to create anything real before. However, he’d surprised Graham when it had been revealed that he was actually great at gardening. Apparently, this was something he and Sari used to do all the time as children. The end result was that their small home always abounded in flowers. And because Caelyn was, after all, a sprite, there were small illusions that made it all more cheerful, like the way the paint on the walls seemed to come to life and actually show landscapes. The enchantments only worked when Caelyn and Graham were around, but they were truly lovely.

For his part, Graham had put all his efforts in making sure their home was ready for their boy. A crib waited for the arrival of the newest family member, and he was experimenting with carving toys.

In fact, one of his works in progress had somehow ended up on the floor, and as he walked with his mate in his arms, he tripped on it and nearly fell over. It was only his naturally excellent athletic skills that kept him from going down.

Fortunately, he managed to get to the bed with no other incident. “What the hell?” he muttered under his breath as he placed his mate onto the mattress. “How did that get there?”

Caelyn shrugged. “Must have fallen from the table.” Making himself comfortable on the pillows, he threw off his sandals and extended his hands at Graham. “Now come here and kiss me.”

The toy, the room, and Eternelle itself was forgotten as Graham’s thoughts melted in the heat of Caelyn’s eyes. He crawled onto the bed, on top of Caelyn, and pressed his mouth to that of the fae.

Moaning, Caelyn parted his lips, granting Graham entrance. His hands tangled in Graham’s hair, pulling hard, and his erection nudged against Graham’s hip. The scent of his arousal was like the sweetest of perfumes, making Graham drunk with lust and wild with desire.

As he thrust his tongue into Caelyn’s mouth, Graham tore at his mate’s clothing, needing skin to skin. Since he was already naked, his mate had the advantage, but that was all right since Graham enjoyed the challenge of unwrapping the lovely present that was his mate. Neither of them was too willing to make the sacrifice of pulling away from each other, so Caelyn’s clothes were the ones that had to go, one way or another. Graham decided for the quick and efficient approach. Using his claws, he tore the seams keeping the robes in place on both sides of Caelyn’s body. After that, a few tugs had the material yielding to Graham’s efforts. Discarding the remnants of the robes, Graham progressed toward Caelyn’s underclothes and dealt with them in a similar fashion.

At last, he had his mate naked underneath him. He broke the kiss half because he had to breathe, but mostly out of the sudden need to observe his mate. Of course, he was not disappointed. No matter how many times he and Caelyn came together, the sprite still made Graham’s heart race. He was so beautiful, with his lovely blond hair mussed, his lips slightly swollen from Graham’s kisses, and the light blue of his eyes darkening in desire. His nipples had already pebbled, as if begging for attention, and his slender cock stood rigid, already leaking copious amounts of fluid.

Graham didn’t even know what to touch first, but in the end, he went with something he had wanted to do the entire day. He pressed his lips to Caelyn’s swollen belly, an expression of both his desire for his mate, but also the awe and gratitude he felt every day, just upon waking up at Caelyn’s side.

Once again, Caelyn caressed his hair, their passion bubbling under the surface of Graham’s gentleness. The sprite’s grip on Graham’s locks tightened as he swirled his tongue over Caelyn’s belly button. As Caelyn’s pregnancy advanced, his body was becoming even more sensitive to Graham’s caresses, and Graham looked forward to exploiting that, again and again.

Of course, Graham could only keep things platonic for so long. The aroma of Caelyn’s pre-cum practically made his wolf pant and howl in distressed want. On impulse, Graham kissed over Caelyn’s chest and tongued his mate’s nipples, while his fist engulfed Caelyn’s erection.

Caelyn released a choked gasp that could have been an attempt to utter Graham’s name, or something else entirely. But between them, passion didn’t have to be vocalized. Already, Caelyn’s pleasure was swamping Graham, bursting inside him through their connection.

As he moved his hand up and down Caelyn’s dick, it felt strangely as if he was touching himself, and yet not. In fact, his needy prick throbbed, and if it had been able to speak, it would have likely screamed at him to get on with it.

“I think I agree,” Caelyn panted out, having obviously overheard his thought.

“Mmmm…” Graham released Caelyn’s nipple from his mouth with a wet pop. “You would. But you know what? It’s not up to you.”

Before Caelyn could try to say anything else, Graham crawled down his body and took his mate’s dick in his mouth. If Caelyn had wanted to protest, that certainly shut him up. Of course, it shut Graham up, too, but that was quite all right since he had every intention of letting his body and their bond do the talking.

Swimming in Caelyn’s rapture, Graham bobbed his head up and down the sprite’s prick. Caelyn didn’t delay in responding to his ministrations, thrusting his dick in and out of Graham’s mouth. The pure, uncomplicated pleasure swept them away in a vicious circle of lust, fueling the bright flame of their passion.

But it was not enough. Graham would have loved to make Caelyn come just by using his mouth, but he’d run out of patience. He needed his mate, now. He had to be inside Caelyn. Otherwise… Gods, Graham couldn’t even think about what would happen.

Tearing his mouth away from Caelyn’s dick, Graham reached for the nightstand, intending to find the oil. The bottle landed in his hand before he could do so, courtesy of Caelyn’s own urgency. Normally, Graham would have cautioned Caelyn against using his powers, but he knew that, at times like these, Caelyn couldn’t help it. Not to mention that it definitely came in handy.

As Caelyn spread his legs, Graham opened the bottle and poured a generous amount in his palm. The oil had been an unexpected gift from the priestesses, and Graham found it much better than any lubricant he and Caelyn had used before. The slick liquid heated against his palm, and Graham reached for Caelyn’s opening, slowly sliding two fingers inside.

His mate’s body swallowed the digits right up, now eager for Graham, almost trained for it. Graham couldn’t help a small groan. He’d never have thought that he’d be jealous of his own fingers, but there it was.

“You don’t need to be jealous,” Caelyn whispered, each word punctuated by a gasp and a whimper. “Come on, Graham.”

Graham bravely fought Caelyn’s lure for as long as he could. He thrust his fingers in and out of Caelyn’s ass, stretching his mate, making sure Caelyn wouldn’t be in any way hurt. Naturally, he took advantage of the opportunity to rub Caelyn’s prostate, but that worked against him since the rush of Caelyn’s bliss sabotaged Graham’s every attempt to keep his calm.

In the end, Graham’s need to claim his mate could no longer be contained. He removed his fingers from Caelyn’s ass and used more oil to slick up his dick. Lifting his mate’s legs on his shoulders, Graham positioned his cock against his mate’s anus and slowly breached the tight ring of muscle.

The volcanic heat of Caelyn’s ass almost made him come right then and there. It didn’t help that he could feel the onslaught of pure nirvana that flowed through their bond, originating from Caelyn. Through some miracle, Graham managed to hold back. As he bottomed out inside Caelyn, he stopped, giving both himself and Sari a few seconds to get used to the sensations.

But Caelyn had never been very patient when it came to intercourse. Clutching Graham’s shoulders, the sprite bit his lower lip in that way that Graham found so endearing and begged, “Please, beloved, fuck me.”

The sound of those filthy words coming from Caelyn’s pretty lips snapped the final threads of Graham’s already-frayed control. With a snarl, he pulled out of his mate’s channel and thrust back in, so hard he nearly dislodged Caelyn’s hold on him. Caelyn didn’t seem to mind at all, though. He buried his fingernails into Graham’s flesh and hissed, “Yes, just like that. More.”

Graham gave Caelyn what he demanded. He started a quick, hard pace, one bordering on violent. In the past few months, he’d grown a little less fearful that he’d crush Caelyn during intercourse, and they were both enjoying the results of this realization. Caelyn moved with him, so very open to everything Graham offered, so uninhibited in his pleasure. He was pure sin and pure beauty, and Graham couldn’t get enough.

They came together in a dance of passion that made both their souls and their bodies connect at the deepest level. There was nothing in this world quite like this, nothing that could even compare. Graham wanted to get deeper inside his mate, so that they would become one and never be separated.

As their pleasure spiraled higher and higher, Graham knew he could not prolong this for much longer. With his beautiful mate writhing under him, he had no hope to contain the desperate urge to claim, to mark what was his. Fortunately, he didn’t have to. Caelyn tilted his head, offering himself to Graham. Instantly, Graham reacted, burying his fangs in Caelyn’s flesh.

The moment Caelyn’s sweet blood hit Graham’s taste buds, his whole world, no, he himself melted inside Caelyn, within their bond. That connection expanded to engulf everything, from their breaths, their thoughts, their memories, to their identities, and for all Graham knew, the entire universe. All the pain Graham still kept bottled in, the frustration that he couldn’t help his people, his concern for his brother and his pack came out, free once more. Similarly, Caelyn’s melancholy, his questions, and his enduring wish to have done more echoed inside Graham’s mind. But stronger than all of this was the love, so beautiful and bright that it seemed like a second sun. It was a love emanating from their connection, but also from the new life growing inside Caelyn, the baby they both treasured so much.

Alas, nothing quite so perfect could last forever. The sensations finally began to die down, and Graham found himself drifting back to reality. His dick slid out of the snug hold of Caelyn’s ass. A part of Graham regretted it, but he was more than compensated for it when Caelyn cuddled close to him.