Glenn, Stormy and Hagen, Lynn - Pax's Blues [Lady Blue Crew 2] (Siren Publishing Classic ManLove) (5 page)

“What’s wrong, little bird?”

Pax felt tears spring to his eyes at the gentleness in Colt’s voice. Colt was so kind and wonderful, and he was so dirty and horrible. Pax sobbed and jumped to his feet. He needed to go. He needed to get away from Colt before he begged for the man to claim him and doomed Colt to a fate Pax considered worse than death—being stuck with him.

“Whoa, whoa, little bird,” Colt said as he caught Pax in his arms before Pax could reach the door. “What’s the rush? I thought we were having a good time.”

“I can’t—I can’t be here,” Pax cried. “This is wrong.”

“Sshhh, little bird.”

Pax resisted when Colt grabbed his chin and tried to get him to look up. When Colt grabbed his head, Pax didn’t have the strength to deny the man, either physically or emotionally.

“What’s wrong, Paxton?” Colt asked. “I haven’t touched you.”

“I know!” Pax cried out. “Why haven’t you touched me? What did I do wrong?”

* * * *

Colt wiped at Pax’s tears, wondering why his mate went from smiling and singing to crying. He imagined he was just as confused by Pax’s behavior as Pax was confused by his. “You haven’t done anything wrong, little bird. Nothing at all.” He leaned forward and kissed both cheeks, removing the tears that flowed down his mate’s face.

They should never be there.

Colt almost fell backwards when Pax tilted his head up, brushing his lips across Colt’s. He wasn’t sure what he should do, so Colt stayed still. If Pax wanted to take this further, he’d let his mate make the decision.

Pax’s hands shook as they reached out and touched Colt’s shoulders, his fingers flexing into Colt’s skin as if unsure of his moves. Colt flicked his tongue out, and Pax opened. Colt placed his hands on Pax’s hips to not only steady himself but to stop them from exploring his mate’s body. It was trembling slightly under his palms, but Pax didn’t pull away.

Colt tilted his head, Pax swiping his tongue hesitantly over Colt’s teeth, as if testing and tasting. Pax inched a little closer, his breath hitching as Colt traced Pax’s lower lip with his tongue. Colt’s whole body filled with wanting, his cock straining painfully against his pants as Pax took his time discovering Colt.

Pax took another step forward, his fingers curling tighter into Colt’s shoulders. Colt’s hands slid around Pax’s waist, giving just the slightest nudge, telling Pax he was okay with his mate coming even closer.

Colt could feel eager affection coming from Pax, his mate starting to take control of the kiss and Colt letting him. It was as if a floodgate opened when Pax tried to climb up the front of Colt’s body. Colt lost his balance, falling backwards, taking his little bird down with him. Pax acted as though he hadn’t even noticed as he crawled up Colt’s chest.

“I want my cake,” Pax whispered, his eyes glued shut.

Colt hadn’t a clue what Pax was talking about and wasn’t about to stop his mate to ask. His hands skated up Pax’s side and then up Pax’s arms as he reveled in the softness of the man’s blue skin. His fingers circled around Pax’s wrists, holding on as Pax writhed on top of him.

Colt’s head fell back, his mouth opening to take in ragged and desperate breaths as Pax began to kiss around his jaw and then down his neck. Colt’s eyes shifted, his talons threatening to grow as Pax took what he wanted.

Colt was dying to cup his mate’s ass but was afraid Pax would stop, so he lay there and enjoyed what his little bird took. Colt fought it. He strained not to, but his hips had a mind of their own and bucked up, making Pax bounce in the air.

Pax pulled back, blinking down at him, and Colt cursed his wayward body.

“I can’t,” Pax said the words, but he didn’t move away.

“Yes, you can. Take whatever you want and need.”

Pax closed his eyes as his fingers bit into Colt’s shoulders. “I’m no good for you.”

Colt reached up and cupped Pax’s face, making his mate’s vivid blue eyes lock with his. “Whatever you did before, whatever you had to do, doesn’t matter. As soon as you came to me, came into my care, everything was wiped away.”

“But, I used to—I…” Pax turned his head, his face turning a deep shade of red.

Colt cupped Pax’s face, bringing it back around. “Talk to me, little bird.”

Pax smashed his eyes closed as he covered his face with his hands. “I used to sell my body so I could eat.”

Colt had a feeling that was the case. He didn’t judge Pax. Everyone did what they had to do to survive. He didn’t like the thought of other men touching his Pax, but he didn’t harbor any ill feelings toward his mate. “What did I just tell you, love?”

“You don’t look at me like a whore?”

Colt growled, the sound making Pax’s eyes widen. “Never refer to yourself like that. I meant what I said. Everything is wiped clean.”

Pax swooped down and ravaged Colt’s mouth. He could hear frantic little whimpers escaping his little bird’s mouth. Colt rolled, placing Pax underneath him as his hand ran over Pax’s chest. Colt glanced up, begging with his eyes for Pax’s permission. When Pax spread his legs, Colt lost his mind.

He flicked his wrist, yanking to separate the zipper and then pulled Pax’s pants from his body. Colt sat back on his heels as he skimmed his hands over Pax’s thighs, his fingertips barely touching skin as he stared at what a newborn star must look like.

Pax bit his bottom lip, glancing away from Colt’s intense gaze. Colt reached over and pulled his mate’s head back, making him look him in the eyes. That would never do.

“I’m going to claim you, Paxton. If this isn’t what you want, tell me now.”

Pax’s eyelashes slowly lowered, making the blackness of them contradict and blend with his pale blue skin beautifully. His mate gave a slight nod.

“No, baby. I need to hear you say it.”

“Take me,” Pax whispered.

Colt stood, staring down at Pax as he stripped free from his clothes. He knelt back between his mate’s legs, hooking his right arm under his mate’s leg and lifted it to Colt’s side, blanketing Pax’s body as he crushed his lips to his mate’s. Pax grabbed onto Colt, pulling at his hair as he rubbed his body over Colt’s, marking him, scenting him with Pax’s pre-cum.

Colt sipped at Pax’s lips, their mouths barely touching as he breathed Pax in. He pulled Pax’s leg back as his hand reached behind his mate, his finger touching Pax’s most intimate place.

His mate’s hips jerked, Pax moaning into his mouth before pushing back onto Colt’s finger. Colt applied the slightest pleasure, feeling the connection already taking place between them. Part of Pax’s soul was starting to merge with Colt’s, making his chest tighten with joy.

Colt picked his mate up and carried him to the bed, laying Pax down gently as he climbed back between his legs. His hand slid under the pillow as he grabbed the lube, wetting his fingers and then tossing the bottle aside.

Pax lifted his legs up, the fringes of his hair covering part of his face and creating a soft halo around Pax’s vivid blue eyes. Colt slowly pressed his finger into Pax’s ass, watching his little bird’s eyes closely.

Pax pulled at Colt’s hair, rocking his ass onto Colt’s lone finger. Colt latched onto Pax’s dark-blue nipple, teasing it with his teeth as he added another finger. Pax cried out, pushing Colt’s head into his chest as he snapped his hips.

Colt drank him in, his tongue swirling around the taught peak, sucking it into his mouth and creating a seal with his lips, pressing a third finger into Pax’s tight entrance. He twisted his wrists, scissoring his fingers and grazing his mate’s prostate.

“Colt!” Pax fucked the air as his hips snapped quickly.

Colt bit his mate’s nipple as he added a fourth finger. Pax yanked at Colt’s hair, sending shockwaves through Colt’s body. Colt released Pax’s wet and swollen nipple as he pulled his hand free. He leaned back, towering over his mate as he lubed his cock and then Pax’s hole, pushing his lubed fingers inside for good measure.

“Please…I…please,” Pax begged as his body rocked the bed. His eyes had taken on a desperate look, filled with hunger and need.

“Show me you want me, little bird. Offer yourself to me.” Colt barely pushed the words past his lips as he curled his fingers around his cock, waiting for his mate’s reply.

Pax pulled his legs back to his chest, reached down, and pulled his beautiful mounds apart, giving Colt the most precious sight he’d ever seen. Colt tried to eat Pax with his eyes, letting his mate know how sexy and daring he looked right now. He could see his mate’s fingers slightly shaking as Colt lined his cock up and thrust deeply.

“Fuck!” Colt’s head fell back to his shoulders as he cried out. His hands grabbed Pax’s legs, steadying his body and breathing deeply as Pax dug his fingernails into Colt’s chest, drawing a slight amount of blood to the surface.

Colt fought the soul-deep need to take his mate savagely. His eyes watered as he stared down into vivid blue eyes—eyes that were looking at him with such trust that Colt’s body shook.

“Claim me,” Pax whispered to him.

Colt dropped to his arms as their bodies rocked to the rhythm of their combined passion. Colt’s lower lip ghosted from one shoulder to the next, his eyelashes lowering as he inhaled his mate’s scent. Pax’s hands explored his body as he thrust so deeply into his little bird that Colt swore he’d never return to his senses.

Pax lifted his hips higher as Colt consumed him with his body. He leaned to the side, taking one of Pax’s hands and gripping Pax’s cock, both of them stroking his mate. Colt locked eyes with Pax, his mate’s breaths coming out in pants as they bonded for life.

“Colt,” Pax whimpered.

“Let me have you. Give yourself to me, Paxton.”

Pax arched his back, his cock erupting as Pax cried out, his seed wondrously painting them both. Colt leaned down and licked it from his mate’s body before throwing his head back and roaring out his own release, marking his mate with his seed, filling his channel with the essence that would make Pax his forever.

“You belong to me, and I belong to you,” Colt crooned into the shell of Pax’s ear. “Your life begins now. No longer is your past your future.”

Pax panted as his arms wrapped around Colt’s neck, hugging Colt so tightly that his breathing was almost constricted. “One of these days I’ll understand someone on this damn ship.”

Colt chuckled as he rolled to his side, draping his little bird over his chest, making small circles over Pax’s skin and savoring the feeling of finally claiming his blue-skinned beauty. Life was good.

Chapter 4

Pax blushed when Colt winked at him. He felt giddy every time he saw Colt over the last week—giddy and excited. He’d even taken to searching Colt out. Pax knew he was getting strange looks from the rest of the crew. He just didn’t care. He liked being near Colt. When Colt gestured with his hand, Pax darted across the bridge and leaned against the bigger man.

“Hey, little bird,” Colt murmured as he nuzzled the side of Pax’s head.

“Hey,” Pax whispered back.

“Did you know that Lost Star Three is renowned for its mineral springs?”

Pax tilted his head back to look up at Colt. “Mineral springs?”

“Yep.” Colt grinned. “They are supposed to rejuvenate the body and increase the libido.”

Pax’s jaw dropped. He liked sex as much as the next guy—well, since Colt came along anyway—but he doubted he would be walking if Colt’s libido increased. He wasn’t sitting easily now as it was. He just wasn’t going to tell Colt that. The man seemed to get easily upset if there was something wrong with Pax.

“I was thinking we could slip away and spend a little time together in the springs.”