Taming the Enforcer’s Flirt (6 page)

Lifting his head, Einan stared down at him. “Easy, pretty mate. You’re fine.”

Then, he felt something slender and slick slide along his crack and prod his ass. With his legs splayed and held in place with Einan’s body, he couldn’t see what the hell it was and had no way of stopping it as it slid into his ass. Starting narrow, it grew wider the deeper it went, feeling suspiciously like a butt plug.

Wriggling sinuously, massaging his inner walls, the object rubbed over his prostate.

Cornelius gasped, his body jolting at the bright pleasure setting his nerve endings dancing. His prick actually started plumping again.

“What the h-hell?” he squeaked, shuddering. No butt plug, not even vibrating ones, could move like that!

Einan chuckled roughly, satisfaction glowing from his stormy eyes. “I’m opening you with my tail,” he murmured, holding up the lube in his other hand, then it disappeared from view again. “Once you’re loose and ready, I’m going to shift my hips and slide my cock into you. I’m going to fuck you through the mattress. I’m going to fill you with my seed and sink my teeth into your neck, bonding us for eternity.” He dipped his head and sucked lightly on Cornelius’s bottom lip for several seconds before releasing it and growling, “You are mine, Cornelius. Mine to please. Mine to touch. Mine to care for and keep safe.” Growling low, Einan added, “No other will touch you ever again.”

Cornelius’s chute clenched convulsively, loving the sound of that. “Yes. Yes. Please.” He rolled his hips, wishing it were Einan’s cock in him now. “I’m ready. So ready.”

Humming, Einan smiled down at him. “Just a bit more stretching, pretty mate. I don’t want to harm you.”

Wanting to assure Einan that he
was
ready, Cornelius opened his mouth, but quickly found it filled with his mate’s tongue. For the next couple minutes, Einan fucked him with tail and tongue, massaging his prostate, sucking his tongue, sending his body spirally higher, singing with bliss.

Finally, the tail slid from his channel and Einan lifted his head, breaking the kiss. He lifted his hips, then rolled them, and suddenly, Cornelius felt the bulbous head of his mate’s prick kiss his hole.

Without a word, his gaze alight with feral need, Einan pushed forward. The gargoyle’s broad cock head slid into his channel, stretching him wide, so wide. Einan didn’t stop. He rocked forward and back, spearing more and more of his shaft into Cornelius with each shallow thrust.

Even stretched, Cornelius still burned a bit. It enflamed him, knowing his mate moved inside him. He smiled and unclenched his hands, stroking his mate’s back, showing him without words how much he wanted this, wanted him.

Einan growled, his eyes sparking. He rammed forward, forcing his shaft into Cornelius’s ass with one final push. He pulled nearly all the way out and thrust in again, then froze, his cock splitting Cornelius wide open.

Cornelius moaned, relishing coupling with his mate for the first time. He clenched his ass muscles rhythmically, wanting to feel his mate as much as possible, loving Einan filling him.

Einan grunted, baring his teeth. “Cornelius,” he grunted, warning in his tone.

Meeting his mate’s gaze, grinning cheekily, Cornelius did it again. “What?” he whispered breathlessly.

“Naughty, mate,” Einan grumbled, although a smile twitched at the corners of his lips.

Einan pecked one more kiss to Cornelius’s lips, then released his head and rocked back onto his knees. “Better grab that headboard again, pretty mate,” he growled. “It’s time I pounded your ass.” Cornelius quickly obeyed as Einan grabbed his calves and lifted his legs high and wide. He found himself spread open, Einan’s thick thighs cradling his ass cheeks with his cock buried inside him.

He should have felt completely exposed, but as he looked at his mate and saw his expression—one of delight, appreciation, and heat—all he felt was…cherished.

Using his hold on Cornelius’s legs, Einan lifted him higher, sliding him halfway off his prick. Having no control and no leverage, he could do nothing but hang on for the ride and accept whatever Einan gave him.
And his mate gave him everything.

As soon as Einan positioned him, he started swiftly rocking his hips up, driving into him over and over. His mate stared fixedly at where they were joined, watching himself take Cornelius. He growled low in his throat. His black wings spread out behind him, moving just a bit, maybe propelling him forward, helping him take him.

Cornelius did the only thing he could. He worked his ass muscles, milking his lover’s prick each time Einan pulled out. His lover’s growls turned into a low rumbling roar. His grip tightened on Cornelius’s legs. His gaze snapped away from where he continued to pound into him and met Cornelius’s eyes.

“Come,” Einan ordered gruffly. “Come now.”

Gasping, Cornelius found his body obeying his mate’s command. A wave of bliss rolled through him as his balls pulled tight and somehow managed to force a couple spurts of cum up his dick. “Einan,” he hissed through clenched teeth as sparks of bliss rolled through his system.

A warm jet of fluid soaked his channel and Einan froze, his dick buried deep. As he continued to shoot, he pulled Cornelius up into his lap. Before his bliss-out brain could figure out what Einan was up to, sharp teeth pierced his neck. The flash of pain morphed into pleasure, sending waves of pleasant fire through his veins. His dick twitched and his balls ached. Cornelius found himself dry orgasming, as he had nothing left to give, his body spasming with the force of it.

Cornelius moaned, resting his head against Einan’s shoulder. His mate’s scent called to him. His canines extended. Too fucked out even to think of asking, Cornelius sank his canines into Einan’s shoulder. His gargoyle mate’s blood flowed over his tongue and he moaned, swallowing his life-giving essence.

Einan roared. His arms tightened around Cornelius and he bucked underneath him, thrusting his dick into his lover several more times as more seed coated his internal walls.

Humming with pleasure, Cornelius couldn’t remember the last time he’d had an orgasm marathon like that. Probably never. Exhausted, he cuddled against his mate’s chest and passed out.

Einan nuzzled his mate’s temple, his body blissfully lethargic as only amazing sex could produce. Holding Cornelius close, he smiled when his mate’s breathing evened out and he sagged into him. He’d wanted to give his sexy man more pleasure than he’d thought possible, and having him pass out from the experience certainly stroked his ego.

Gently, Einan leaned forward and settled Cornelius onto his bed, sliding his softening prick from his mate in the process. As he gently positioned Cornelius’s legs, he spotted the shifter’s well-used hole, his cum oozing from him. Possessive satisfaction flooded him, knowing his mate carried his mark inside him. His cock actually started to thicken anew and, grimacing, he quickly pulled away.

He chuckled at his randy dick, promising himself he’d seduce his mate again soon, and hustled to the attached bathroom. After wiping himself down, he returned to Cornelius’s side, a warm, damp cloth in hand.

Einan wiped down Cornelius’s chest and abs, then—as gently as he could—he eased off the nipple clamps, gently massaging the angry red buds. Cornelius moaned, wriggling restlessly. Having used the nipple clamps on himself a time or two, Einan knew the pins and needles feeling Cornelius would be feeling, and did his best to soothe his dozing mate. Still, he couldn’t help but respond to the sexy noises his mate was making and his cock—which had gone down while in the bathroom—decided to firm back up.

Trying to ignore it, Einan slid the cloth over Cornelius’s chest, then started mopping up the cum once again covering his mate’s groin. He salivated, the white cream calling to him. Seeing no reason to deny himself, he leaned down and cleaned up his mate’s seed with his tongue.

Cornelius moaned.

Einan flicked his gaze up just as Cornelius cracked open an eyelid and peered down at him. His mate panted and goose bumps broke out over his thighs. Grinning, completely unabashed, Einan lifted his head from his task and murmured, “You taste too good, pretty mate. I couldn’t resist,” then returned to licking up the last traces of his mate’s release.

“Gods,” Cornelius mumbled. “You’re insatiable.”

Smirking, Einan sat up. “Is that a bad thing?” he couldn’t help but tease.

Cornelius shook his head, his gaze fixing on Einan’s bobbing shaft. “No, but I can’t get it up again. You wore my pecker out.”

Einan chuckled. “Don’t worry about it, darling. I don’t expect you to.”

“I can still please you, though,” Cornelius offered tentatively.

Not liking the hesitation in his mate’s voice, Einan tried to figure out a way to tell his man
no
without squashing his small show of spirit. The man he’d seen flirting in the dining hall was completely different than the one in his bed, and he wondered which one—if either—was the true Cornelius.

Evidently, Einan waited too long to come up with something, for Cornelius grabbed the forgotten tube of lube, squirted some on his fingers, then gripped Einan’s girth. He groaned, unconsciously bucking into his mate’s slippery hold.

Just as suddenly as Cornelius had started touching him, he stopped. Einan bit back a grunt of protest when he saw his mate roll over, get his knees under him, and present himself, reaching back to open his cheeks and expose his hole—the hole that still had Einan’s cum dribbling from it.

“Fill me, mate,” Cornelius all but begged. His words were muffled since half his mouth was pressed against the comforter. “Use my body. Let me please you as you pleased me.”

Fucking hell and high water.
How could he refuse his mate? Especially with the stunning sight before him.

He couldn’t.

Einan quickly moved into position, lined up his prick, and sank into his mate’s hot willing body. He moaned at the feel of Cornelius’s channel giving way to his hard flesh, enveloping him, squeezing him. Once he bottomed out, his balls slapping his mate’s crack, he leaned over and covered Cornelius.

Moving Cornelius’s hands to either side of his head, he threaded his much larger fingers with his mate’s and kissed and nipped his way up his lover’s neck, so he could nuzzle the sensitive skin behind his ear. He started moving. The sucking drag of Cornelius’s ass muscles massaging his cock felt better than anything he could remember experiencing in over three hundred years.

“Damn, Cornelius,” he growled into the man’s ear. “Your ass is so fucking perfect. Gonna come.”

He would, too, shockingly fast for already having come twice.

Wanting to give pleasure to his mate, too, Einan sank his teeth into Cornelius’s neck. His mate howled and bucked underneath him. His ass clenched around him, dragging him over the edge, too, and he unloaded into his mate’s hot, lean body.

While licking the bite mark, sealing it, Einan heard Cornelius mumble, “Fuck, you’re going to kill me with pleasure.”

“But what a way to go,” Einan whispered, chuckling. He kissed his shifter’s neck and added, “Go to sleep, darling. You’ve had a long day.”

Cornelius murmured something, but it was so garbled, Einan had no clue what it was. From the slump of his body, he knew the man had conked back out. He adjusted his mate, moving him out of the wet spot. Grabbing the discarded cloth, Einan finished what he’d started before he’d inadvertently initiated another round.

Once Einan had cleaned Cornelius up as well as could be done without a shower, he spread a quilt over the man and tucked it in around him. For several minutes, he just stared at his mate. He could truly be classified as a pretty man. A little tall at six feet to be considered a twink, but Cornelius did seem to enjoy playing the part. The brief flashes of vulnerability in the dining hall, then again in the hallway, confused and concerned Einan. It was completely at odds with the shifter’s bubbly personality. Couple that with his almost total submissiveness in the bedroom—which Einan had to admit he completely loved—Cornelius was a myriad of oddities. His mate was a puzzle that Einan knew he needed to figure out.

Deciding he should get started, Einan picked up his loincloth and tied it back into place. Giving in to impulse, he pressed a soft kiss to Cornelius’s head before slipping into his front room.

His suite consisted of several rooms. The front sitting room opened into a living area with a couch, a couple armchairs, and a TV. Off to the side was a small kitchenette with a round table which seated four, although two of the chairs had files stacked on them at the moment. Other than his master bedroom and attached bath, two other doors opened off the living area—a spare bedroom and a second bathroom, this one minus the giant, jetted tub in his own, not that he ever used it.

Looking over his shoulder at his mate, he knew he’d need to change that.

Einan closed the door quietly behind him then flopped onto his sofa and picked up the receiver for the house line. Pressing a couple buttons, he called another room in the manor. It was picked up after two rings.

“I heard you found your mate. Wear him out already?”

Fighting back a snort—he really didn’t want to encourage the gargoyle—Einan stated, “My mate travelled a long distance today. He needed rest.”

“Of course he did.”

“I’m hoping you can dig up some information for me.”

“Then why not call Raymond?”

Keeping his voice level, Einan replied, “Because I need it done discreetly, Vane, and we both know, as good as Raymond is, he’s anything but discreet.”

“You mean you don’t want Cornelius to know you’re having him investigated? Are you sure that’s a good way to start a mating?”

It didn’t surprise Einan that Vane already knew who his mate was. The whole clutch probably knew at this point. What did surprise him was the gargoyle’s shrewd comment about going behind his mate’s back. Vane wasn’t known for his abilities with relationships…with anyone.

Vane was loosely classified as an enforcer for the clutch, so Einan knew the bare bones of his past. It hadn’t been pleasant. The best he, Tobias, and Maelgwn had been able to figure out was Vane had been kidnapped by humans when very young, his parents killed. The humans had used him as an attraction in their haunted houses, labeling him a demon, and with his massive near seven-foot stature, blood-red leather hide, red eyes, and black wings and horns, Vane looked the part. Maelgwn and Tobias had rescued him almost two decades ago, and still he held a deep prejudice against humans, to the point that he even steered clear of the human mates in their clutch.