Rise to Submit [Rise of the Changelings, Book 4] (Siren Publishing Epic Romance, ManLove) (28 page)

A surge of need lashed through Mason as he moved toward Ian. “Even though we are not in our own home, we are going to begin your lessons.” Mason ran his hands over Ian’s head, giving his mate reassurance, but giving himself the contact Mason needed as well. He had grown up without touch, and whether Ian knew it or not, Mason needed it just as much as Ian did.

Ian didn’t move an inch, but Mason could feel the contentment settle inside his mate as Mason’s fingers continued to run through the man’s long brown hair.

“Tonight you will receive lessons in self-worth, understanding, boundaries, and what a mate means.” Mason moved until he was standing in front of Ian. “Look at me.”

Ian lifted his head, his eyes opening to show Mason his pretty brown irises. “I know this is a lot to take in.” Mason cupped Ian’s jaw, tilting the man’s head back. “These lessons are for your own good and will help you in your healing process.”

“What am I learning tonight, Sir?”

His mate still hadn't moved, but Mason could feel the tension building inside the man.

Tonight,” Mason began as he walked over to the black silk bag and pulled out satin strings and then walked back over to Ian, “you are going to learn about self-worth and understanding.”

Mason reached down and released his cock. His erection sprang free, the head an angry purple as pre-cum glistened around the tiny slit. “You need to see that you are attractive to someone other than a vampire, that you are more than a blood rag. Look what you do to me, Ian.” Mason stood over the top of Ian and stroked his cock from tip to root. “Look how hard you make me. Just watching you and seeing you restrained, bound for my pleasure, makes me harder than a rock.”

Ian’s chest began to rise and fall rapidly as his eyes focused on Mason’s hard erection. “I–I see, Sir.”

“You also need to understand your needs and not be ashamed of them.” Mason traced the satin strings over Ian’s shoulders. He let them trail over Ian’s back and around his neck. “You may see, but I want you to taste.”

Mason stroked his cock a few more times, giving Ian a small show and waiting on the man to open wide. Ian looked hesitant, his brown eyes gazing over Mason’s shaft, and then his lips slowly parted.

“God, you are so beautiful when my dick is between your lips. No one can hold a candle to you, Ian.” Using his hand to push Ian’s hair back, Mason watched his mate as Ian moved his head up and down the hard length of his cock. He ran his fingers over the hollowed cheeks, and swollen lips, amazed at how utterly erotic Ian looked.

Mason should have been surprised at his need for Ian, a need so deep that it was overpowering. He knew the bond between them was growing, but Mason had no idea it would grow this fast.

“You are so beautiful, Ian,” Mason said, panting, fighting to keep his sanity. When Ian lifted his eyes and stared at him in a daze, Mason was uncertain what to think or even how to think.

Ian sucked Mason’s cock deeper into his mouth, his tongue laving at the sensitive head. Mason gritted his teeth, fighting for control. It wasn’t easy. He was being honest when he told Ian he was beautiful sucking Mason’s cock.

The man was simply stunning.

Mason pressed his hand on Ian’s head, easing his throbbing cock from his mate’s mouth. “Get on the bed, Ian. I want you on your hands and knees,” Mason ordered Ian, his voice dark, rough. If Ian kept sucking Mason’s dick, he was going to explode in the man’s mouth. That wasn’t what he had planned.

Ian pushed to a standing position, his lips swollen and sensual as he turned, walking over to the bed. Mason’s cock pulsed when Ian climbed onto the bed, his ass in the air, his puckered hole on display.

Holy fuck.
How was he supposed to give his submissive lessons when the man was driving Mason to the edge? He took a moment to calm his racing heart. He licked his extremely dry lips, still standing in place.

“Tell me, Ian. Why do you think you are nothing special, nothing spectacular?”

Ian’s scent changed. It had gone from strong and spicy to rancid with fear.

“Answer me, Ian.”

“Because I’m a junkie, Sir,” Ian said blandly.

Mason’s body was back under control so he walked over to the bed, placing his hand on Ian’s back. “You think you are worthless because you crave drugs?”

Ian hesitated, and then answered, “Yes, Sir.”

“So, everyone around you who doesn’t crave drugs is someone special, someone spectacular?”

Mason could scent Ian’s confusion. “No,” Ian answered slowly.

“You,” Mason stopped and took in a deep breath, “are someone spectacular, someone special…to me.” He gripped Ian’s leather waist harness, giving it a tug. “You are my mate, Ian. Do you know what that means?”

“That I belong to you, Sir?”

“Turn around, Ian.”

Ian turned, his eyes meeting Mason’s, and Mason could see the lost, haunted look in the man’s eyes. “You are my mate. That means everything to me. You mean everything to me. Yes, you were a junkie and will always be a recovering addict, but that isn't who you are. That is what you did. Who are you, Ian?”

Ian looked confused. “Human?”

Mason chuckled. “Yes, but what else?”

Ian shook his head. “I don’t know.”

Mason pulled Ian up until his mate was against his chest. He gripped Ian’s chin between his fingers, giving the man’s jaw a light tug. “Repeat after me. I am a man with immeasurable self-worth. I used drugs, but that is not what defines me. My strength, my character, and what I do with my life from this day forward is what people will judge me by.”

Ian looked unsure, and then repeated Mason. As the man spoke, Mason could see a small light flickering in the man’s eyes.

“I want you to repeat that to yourself ten times a day, Ian. I don’t want you to just say the words either. I want you to believe them.” Mason released Ian. “Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Do you believe those words?” because if Ian didn’t, repeating what Mason had said would be useless.

Ian’s jaw hardened as he glanced up at Mason and gave a firm nod.

“Good,” Mason said. “Now get back on your hands and knees so I can show you just what you do to me.”

A small smile played at Ian’s lips as he spun around and jutted his ass into the air.

Mason ran his hands over the silken skin. “Who do you belong to, Ian?” A growl rose up in Mason’s throat as arousal caught him in a vicarious grip and shook him.

“You, Sir,”

“And what are you to me?”

“Your mate, Sir.”

“My very handsome and sexy mate, Ian.” Mason once again began to trail the silk strands over Ian’s body, watching as his mate moaned with pleasure. The man remembered to be vocal. Mason smiled in approval.

“What are your needs, Ian?” Mason ran the silk over Ian’s shoulders, letting the ends trace the man’s spine.

“I–I don’t know, Sir.”

Mason set the strands aside and gripped Ian’s hips, pulling the man back until Ian’s naked ass was flush with Mason’s jean-covered groin. “What do you desire most?”

Mason could feel Ian trembling beneath his hands. “You, Sir. I desire you most.”

Skimming his hands over Ian’s nicely displayed ass, Mason smiled. “Although that does my ego good, I want to know what you want, what you need.”

“F–F–Fuck me, Sir.” Ian’s voice was wobbly and desperate. He knew it took a lot for Ian to ask. The man hadn't had the best experiences with sex, until recently. He hoped Ian was putting his trust in Mason rather than telling him what he thought Mason wanted to hear.

Ian’s scent was once again spicy, although Mason could smell the underlying tension. Very slowly, Mason ran the tip of his fingers over Ian’s tight hole. “You want my cock here, Ian?” And then Mason slipped the tip of one lone finger into Ian’s asshole.

Ian’s arousal shot through the roof, making Mason’s heart squeeze with need.

“Yes,” Ian hissed, dropping his head, his back bowing.

Mason pressed the finger further into Ian’s ass, moving the digit around until he felt Ian’s prostate. He grazed his finger over the gland, watching as Ian jerked and writhed, melting right into the bed.

“Who are you, Ian?”

“I–I can’t think, Sir.”

Mason grinned. “Take your time.”

Ian panted heavily. “Your mate.”

“And what else?”

Ian moaned, pushing his ass back on Mason’s finger. Mason pulled the digit partway out. “I didn’t say you could take what you wanted, Ian.”

“Sorry, Sir,” Ian quickly replied.

“Who are you, Ian?”

Ian caught on quick. “I am a man of immeasurable self-worth.”

Mason plunged the finger back into Ian’s ass. “Very good.”

Ian mewled, his back bowing higher.

Mason slid a second finger into Ian’s ass. “And?”

Ian’s head shook back and forth, gasping for air as he lifted his head off of the bed. “I used drugs, but that is not what defines me.”

Mason grabbed the lube, squeezing the tube and watching as the clear gel leaked onto Ian’s ass. Pulling his fingers back, Mason made sure his fingers were slick before spearing three into Ian’s ass. “What defines you, Ian?”

“My strength, my character, and what I do with my life from this day forward is what people will judge me by.”

Mason pulled his fingers free and then lubed his straining cock. He tossed the bottle aside and then spread his hands over Ian’s ass. He let his fingers play with the leather as Ian lay there quivering. Mason knew the man was desperate to get fucked. That was what he wanted. Mason wanted Ian damn near over the edge. His mate hadn't liked sex, but Mason was doing everything in his power to change the man’s point of view on the subject.

And it was working from the way his mate was shaking apart. Mason wanted to know every place that set Ian squirming, his hips bucking, and his mouth gasping. He loved Ian’s breathless moans, and the way that the man was so responsive to his touch.

Mason’s body was so hard, so hot against Ian’s, it nearly scorched him. “Are you mine?” Mason asked Ian, his mate’s muscles clenching on the few scant inches of hard flesh flexing inside his ass.

“Yes!”

“Mine to feed. Mine to fuck. Mine to play with and protect. Say it,” he snarled, his hips pulling back, and then easing his erection inside Ian again, no further than it had been before.

“Yours, yours, yours!” Ian shouted.

“We are going to have to work on your control, Ian,” Mason said right before he slid his painfully hard cock all the way inside Ian’s heated channel.

Mason took his time, his hands and mouth mapping Ian’s body leisurely, and imprinting it in his mind as he curled his hips and thrust into his mate’s tight ass. Mason swirled his tongue, drawing patterns along Ian’s sensitive skin.

Ian sounded like he was on the edge of his control.

Mason rocked forward and back, deep in Ian’s body. He was overwhelmed by the heated tightness surrounding his hard shaft and the sound of pure ecstasy in Ian’s cries. He slowly kissed a trail down Ian’s nape and past his shoulder. “Who are you, Ian,” he murmured, losing himself in the sweet exploration of Ian’s body.

“I am a man of immeasurable self-worth.”

Mason’s heart went wild, and blood rushed hot through his veins. “Yes, you are.” Mason gave his mate deep, driving thrusts that had Ian screaming, begging for release. Mason felt his cock swell, pulse at Ian’s shouts.

Gripping his mate’s hips, Mason rammed his cock harder and harder into Ian, rocking the bed with the force. Ian’s hips began to twist, and then his silky channel squeezed Mason’s cock hard, telling Mason Ian was finding his release.

Mason licked at Ian’s neck, but didn’t sink his teeth in. He wanted to. Oh, how he wanted to, but not unless Ian said yes. He damn near lost control, but reined in his need as his cock tingled, aching for release, and his balls drew up tight.

Mason was frozen in time and space as he found his pleasure and felt his body emptying as endless spurts of cum filled Ian’s ass.

Rocking slowly, Mason blew out a long breath, bringing his body and mind back under control. Ian’s back was rising and falling rapidly, telling Mason that his mate was trying to gain a measure of control himself.

Gently pulling his softening cock from his mate’s ass, Mason stood and then walked to the bathroom, wetting a towel. He came back into the room to find Ian fast asleep. Mason stood there for a moment, drinking in the man who meant the world to him and then cleaned Ian.

Mason tossed the towel toward the bathroom and then curled his body around Ian’s, laying a light kiss on the man’s shoulder. “Soon we’ll have lesson two.”

He grinned at the images of what lesson two would entail.

Freedman grabbed his phone off of the dresser when it began to vibrate across the wood. He didn’t recognize the number, so he was cautious when he answered it. Not too many people had this number, only a select few.

“Yeah?” he answered and then waited.

“We met in boot camp and you tried to kill me the first week when you accidently let your gun discharge.”