Heat Rising [Brac Village 5] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) (6 page)

He walked through his door well after 10:00 p.m., tired, hungry, and wanting nothing more than to stretch out next to Spencer. He was grateful that he had taken a shower at the station because the only thought on his mind was sleep.

Seeing the house empty, his mate nowhere in sight, Bear wandered to the back porch to find Spencer snuggled up in one of the seats, the quilt from his couch tucked in around the guy. His mate was fast asleep.

As gently as he could, Bear pushed his arms under the small man and lifted him, carrying his mate into his bedroom.

“He’s just scandalous,” Spencer murmured in his sleep as he tried to burrow himself in Bear’s arms. He grinned at his mate as he settled Spencer on the bed. He wasn’t sure what Spencer was dreaming about, but the man pouted before he sighed. Bear stripped down to bare skin and then climbed in next to Spencer, wrapping his arms around the smaller man and pulling him in close.

He loved how his mate felt buried next to him. The man fit perfectly into the groove of Bear’s body. Now that the scent of his little impala filled his lungs, he found that he was no longer exhausted. The longer he lay there inhaling the scent, the harder his cock became until he was fully erect. Bear’s canines were growing as his desire flared.

“Bear?” Spencer asked into the darkness of the room, his voice filled with sleep.

“Who else would be climbing naked into the bed with you?” Bear teased as he began to unwrap the blanket from around his mate. He could see the timid apprehension in Spencer’s cinnamon-brown eyes. The brown was growing lighter, a caramel coloring that the moonlight captured and sent shards of light dancing through the man’s eyes. It was a spectacular sight, one that was driving Bear’s desires higher.

He knew he would have to take his time with Spencer. If the guy had never been kissed, he highly doubted his mate had experienced sex before. He made his touches light, getting Spencer used to them as Bear kissed first his mate’s jaw, then his lips.

His hands slowly massaged Spencer’s soft skin, trying to relax his mate as he worked the shirt up inch by unhurried inch with his hands, and then pulled it over the small man’s head. Bear groaned when he saw how flawless his mate’s skin was against the moon’s haloed light.

Turning until he was on his hands and knees over his mate, Bear dipped his head and sucked in a tan nipple between his lips, teasing the small bead with his teeth. He used his tongue as a weapon against Spencer’s senses, making his mate moan in pleasure as he sucked the satiny skin.

It was a powerful feeling to watch his little impala’s body writhe beneath his touch, knowing that he was bringing his mate so much pleasure. Spencer wasn’t hiding anything from him. He let his moans be heard, along with his hisses, and whimpers. Inside of him, his grizzly bear was growling his approval at him taking his mate, claiming the small man.

Bear released the moist nipple, using his tongue to trail across his mate’s chest until he could give the neglected nipple some undivided attention. Spencer’s hands remained on the bed, up at his head as he jerked when Bear’s lips touched him once again.

His body was flooding with a heat that was only getting hotter as Bear watched his mate struggle to breathe. His lips were parted and his hands were clenching and then unclenching. He felt a strong and overwhelming need to touch and explore.

Bear wanted to peel away Spencer’s jeans and lick the man from asshole to cock. His breath escaped on a rough growl as he skated his hands along the creamy flesh of his mate’s body. Spencer moaned as Bear caressed and kissed his way down the man’s slim chest, over his flat abdomen, stopping at his mate’s navel to give the flesh a small nibble.

Spencer’s hips were rocking forward, the man making it quite clear what he wanted and desired. Bear pulled the flaps of Spencer’s jeans apart and then rid the man of the interfering fabric.

Timidly, Spencer brushed his hand over Bear’s short strands of hair. He was already hard as granite, but Spencer’s touch sent his blood surging southward, building toward an impossible ache.

Bear began to toy with him, lightly stroking his mate’s shaft, teasing his mate’s balls with just the tips of his fingers. Spencer let go of a shuddering sigh as Bear let his hands roam over the smooth, naked skin.

When he slipped his fingers between the crease of Spencer’s ass, he felt his mate’s moan vibrate deep inside his own body. His arousal throbbed with the need to bury his cock inside his mate. His blood went molten, desire hot and possessive in his veins.

“Feed me your cock, my little impala.” Spencer’s hands were clumsy as he grabbed the base and held it firmly in his hand. That wasn’t exactly what Bear was talking about, but at least the man was trying.

Poised over his mate’s erection, Bear took the stiff cock into his mouth. He had to grab his mate’s hips and hold Spencer down when the guy began to buck wildly. Bear sucked at the broad head and delighted at Spencer’s strangled moan as he slid his mouth all the way down to the base. His mate felt so good against his tongue, hot and earthy, as soft as velvet wrapped around a column of solid steel.

“B–Bear,” Spencer said on a shaky tone right before his entire body jerked and he came down Bear’s throat. Bear threw Spencer’s legs back until the man’s knees hit his chest. He sucked his mate’s cock until Spencer was spent.

But he wasn’t finished.

Bear worked his lips down to Spencer’s balls, lapping at the wrinkled sac. He mouthed each one before his tongue smoothed over the flesh between balls and asshole. He glanced up at his mate to see Spencer’s eyes dark with passion, throwing off an intense heat. His transformed gaze was hungry.

Using his saliva, Bear inserted his index finger to the first knuckle. Spencer’s body arched into his finger as Bear moved it slowly in and out of the man’s ass. His little impala moved as if greedy for Bear’s touch.

“I want to claim you tonight,” he said, his voice rough and dark, almost unrecognizable. Bear slipped a second finger into his mate’s ass. Spencer cried out, his hips jerking, his thighs trying to tighten around Bear’s head.

He used his shoulders to keep his mate’s thighs spread wide apart. Spencer’s face was wild with torment, constricted with pleasure as two tiny canines appeared in the man’s mouth. Bear hadn’t been expecting that, not when he knew that Spencer was an impala. He guessed that fate had made a way for all shifters to be able to claim their mates.

The site was devastatingly sexy. Bear’s shoulder began to throb as he thought about Spencer sinking those two tiny points into his flesh. He leaned over his mate, his fingers still tucked tightly in Spencer’s ass, as Bear used his tongue to explore Spencer’s canines. They were thick but short. Spencer opened his mouth wide, feeding his tongue to Bear as he thrashed around.

The man was unraveling Bear’s senses as he shuddered and shook, his hands clawing at the sheets. The coil of need wound tighter as Bear thrust a third finger into his mate’s ass.

He knew he would need to go for the lube soon. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold out. The pressure in his cock was becoming unbearable. He needed release.

Bear removed his hand from his mate’s tight, hot ass. He slid it under the pillow and curled his fingers around the well-used bottle. Spencer’s breathing was coming out in small, short bursts as Bear used the lube to make his cock slick.

Tossing the bottle aside, Bear wiped his hand on the sheet. Spencer’s hands slid up above his head as his fingers curled around the headboard. He opened his legs wide, a blatant invitation.

Locking his eyes onto his mate’s smoldering eyes, Bear entered Spencer, thrusting slowly, filling his mate with deliberate care even though his hips bucked and the tendons in his neck popped tight under his skin. He rocked gently inside of his mate, stroking Spencer’s body with maddening restraint.

Bear could feel the fire crackle on the surface of his skin. His body was urging him to move faster. The fire seemed to own him as Bear gave in, grunting as he thrust harder. Spencer was panting and shuddering, the glow of the moon enveloping the man, making his little impala seem waiflike and fragile.

Scooping Spencer up into his arms, Bear moaned as his mate sank deeper onto his cock. His legs trembled and grew tight as he held on to Spencer. His mate wrapped his legs around Bear’s waist, his arms locking around Bear’s neck as his mate held on.

His hands slid behind his mate tenderly, his fingers curving around the small globes of Spencer’s ass. Bear didn’t know what packed the stronger punch—the tight heat of Spencer’s ass gripping his cock as he thrust his hips upward, or his mate’s sudden, wholly unexpected nip at Bear’s neck.

Together, the two sensations proved almost cataclysmic. Bear hungered for Spencer, so deeply that it seemed to wring him out from the inside. He let his head fall to the side as Spencer’s lips explored him. His body began to move at a fierce, demanding tempo. The scent of sex and sweat on hot skin intoxicated him.

Bear fought for control as the slick friction of joined bodies writhing together damn near sent him over the edge. His hands clamped down on his mate’s hips as Bear slowed their rhythm.

“I don’t want this to end so soon.” Bear’s husky voice filled the room, sounding just as desperate as he felt.

“Me either,” Spencer replied breathlessly. “I don’t want you to ever leave my body.” His mate’s legs tightened around Bear’s waist as his fingers curled around Bear’s nape, his fingernails digging into his flesh.

His mate had no clue just how tempting those words truly were. Bear could just imagine staying locked like this forever. He knew it was an empty wish, not a practical reality, but that didn’t stop him from enjoying his mate’s tender body.

“Oh, my little impala. If only I could stay buried here forever.” Bear was slowly rocking his cock upward, the tortuously unhurried move seeming more intense than when he was thrusting vigorously.

“Claim me, Bear,” Spencer began to beg. “I want to belong to you.”

Bear chuckled, knowing his mate was feeling the drugging effects of the sex they were sharing together. He hoped it was more than sex talk because Bear planned on doing just that. Rocking forward, Bear placed Spencer on his back.

“Claim me, my little impala. Show me that you truly want to belong to me.” Bear’s hand slid under Spencer’s ass, lifting his mate higher as he thrust his cock deeper. “Show me.”

Spencer latched his tiny canines onto Bear’s shoulder. At the same time Bear’s cock thickened, knotting him inside his mate as his body exploded, his seed feeling as if it was being ripped from his balls.

Bear gave a deep and predatory growl as he clamped his canines onto Spencer’s shoulder, feeling his mate’s ass tighten around his cock, ropes of pearly-white cum splashing between them.

Bear grunted as he removed his canines and licked at the wound in his mate’s shoulder. Spencer had been doing the same, but was now wiggling around, laughing. “That tickles.”

Feeling devilish, Bear continued to lick as his mate squealed, trying to escape. But there was no escaping. Bear’s cock was locked inside his mate’s ass and there was nothing he could do until the swelling subsided.

“Don’t make me smack you,” Spencer threatened as he continued to wiggle around, unknowingly driving Bear insane. His cock was still ultrasensitive and his mate’s movements only made the pleasure pulse inside of him.

“Ah, come on, my little impala. Would you really smack me after giving me insanely delicious pleasure?”

Spencer’s honey-blond brows furrowed as he narrowed his cinnamon-brown eyes. “Stop calling me your little impala. It only reminds me that you want to eat me.”

“I already did.”

Spencer finally settled down, resting his head against the pillow. Bear watched in utter fascination as his mate’s eyelids slowly began to slide downward. Spencer had no idea just how sexy he looked lying there well fucked, sleepy, with the moon once again casting its pale glow over the man’s slim body.

Settling behind the man, Bear pulled Spencer close, kissing the mark where he had claimed his mate before closing his eyes, feeling extremely content.

Spencer paced along the side of The Café as he waited for Hawk to leave. Little did the man know that Johnny had called off work today. Spencer had as well.

Spencer just felt like getting out, getting away from it all. When he had called Johnny this morning, the man was all for the idea of playing hooky. Spencer had no clue where to go. He just wanted to have some fun.

Bear had to work, so his mate was out of the question. Just thinking about the large and beefy man and what he had done to Spencer’s body last night had him flushing with remembrance. Spencer had loved every second of it.

But now it was time to play.

He smothered a laugh when he saw Johnny poke his head out of The Café, his blue-grey eyes darting around.

“He’s gone,” Spencer said. “Let’s blow this popsicle stand.”

Johnny hurried from The Café. “This feels like when I’m sneaking away with Cecil. It’s scary and exciting at the same time.”

Spencer hadn’t a clue who Cecil was, but his heart was racing as well. If Priest caught him, Spencer’s ass was going to be in a sling. He told the man he wasn’t feeling good. There was no way he wanted to get busted in the lie.