The Bear Essentials (Siren Publishing: The Stormy Glenn ManLove Collection) (9 page)

Rob leaned down and licked a line up Casey’s calf to the underside of his knee. The groan that filled the air accompanied the shudder Rob felt against his tongue. Grinning, Rob leaned in and licked a path from the underside of Casey’s knee to the soft tender area where his thigh met his body.

Casey’s hard cock shook as if waving to him, begging for attention. Rob ignored the beautiful thick shaft and moved on, stroking his tongue over the quivering flesh of Casey’s abdomen. He paid special attention to the heated skin just above Casey’s belly button and down around his sides. It seemed more sensitive than the rest.

Or so he thought until he reached the beautiful brown disks at the top of Casey’s chest. One flick of his tongue and Casey’s entire body went bowstring tight. His needy cries were music to Rob’s ears, making his cock as hard as steel, and spurring him on. He wanted to hear more.

Rob teased a taut nipple with his tongue until it pebbled into rock. A gentle nip with his teeth and Rob was given a gift he’d never forget. Casey’s eyes rolled back in his head. Ropes of pearly white cream shot up into the air as Casey’s long wail ripped through the peaceful forest.

“That’s it, cub.” Rob wrapped his hand around Casey’s cock and gave it a few more strokes, milking every last spurt of cum out of his mate. “I want it all, Casey, every drop.”

He got another spurt before Casey shuddered.

Rob grabbed the bottle of lube he had tossed in his duffel bag before leaving the house. He poured a liberal amount out on his fingers. After sitting back on his knees, he lifted Casey’s ass up onto his thighs. The man’s legs spread wide, giving Rob a perfect view of the twinkling little rosette he was after.

His heart pounded a little faster in his chest as he slid his slick fingers down the crack of Casey’s ass until he reached the man’s tight entrance. The taut skin fluttered at Rob’s tentative touch. He circled the pinkish flesh, watching as the tight ring of muscles contracted.

His throat thick with desire, Rob gently pushed one finger in. The lump in his throat grew bigger when his finger was swallowed up to the knuckle as if by some unseen force.

He knew his voice was hoarse when he spoke but he couldn’t seem to help it. “You are so perfect, cub.” His dream was displayed right before him, ready and waiting to be claimed. “I’m going to claim you and never let you go.”

“Yesss,” Casey hissed, but Rob didn’t know if the man was agreeing with what he had said or excited about the second finger Rob sank into his ass.

He wasn’t sure it mattered.

Rob scissored his fingers back and forth, stretching Casey out to receive him. He would die before he harmed a hair on Casey’s beautiful head, even when it came to sex. By the time Rob was comfortable sliding a third finger into Casey’s ass, the man’s cock had come back to life. It swayed gently with Casey’s movements as he humped the air.

Watching his fingers move in and out of Casey’s tight opening, and knowing in just a scant few moments, that tight ring of muscles was going to be squeezing his cock, brought Rob to the edge of orgasm…and before he had even done anything.

This was going to be the shortest claiming in the history of claiming. Rob’s control was shredded by each moan of pleasure, each wiggle of Casey’s slim hips. He knew if he didn’t get his cock inside of Casey in the next few breaths, he was going to come all over the man. Not a bad thing, but not what he wanted at this time.

He needed to claim his mate.

Rob pulled his fingers free and then grabbed the bottle of lube again. He dribbled a little more down the crack of Casey’s ass and then spread a liberal amount on his cock. After wiping his fingers on his discarded shorts, Rob leaned up over his mate. He settled down on Casey, resting on his elbows.

Lifting one hand, he brushed the sweaty hair back from Casey’s flushed face. “Are you ready for me to claim you, cub? Are you ready to be mine?”

As aroused as Casey was, his caramel-colored eyes were still clear as day as he replied, “Yes, Rob. I’m ready to be yours.”

Sweeter words had never been spoken.

Rob slid one arm under Casey’s thigh, catching in the crook of his knee. He slid his other hand down and wrapped his fingers around his aching erection, fitting the head of his cock up against Casey’s tight entrance.

Keeping his eyes locked with Casey’s, he flexed his hips and began pushing in. Even stretched, the fit was still tight. By the time Rob felt the head of his cock pop past Casey’s tight ring of muscles, he felt like his cock was being strangled. “So tight, cub.”

“Ne–never…”

Rob’s cock slid in a little further as his body clenched. “You’ve never had sex?” His mate was untouched? He had suspected it but to actually hear the words...

Casey bit his lip as he wildly shook his head. A worried frown flickered his brow. “I just never…no one ever…I didn’t…”

Rob leaned down and pressed his mouth to Casey’s as he drove his cock in to the hilt. Casey’s cry was muffled beneath his lips. A sense of urgency drove Rob as he began moving, drawing his cock out and then thrusting back inside Casey’s tight grip.

Rob drove his cock harder and harder into Casey, brushing across Casey’s prostate with every thrust of his hips.

Casey’s head arched back as Rob turned his head and nuzzled at his neck. The man groaned when Rob’s teeth scraped over his throat. Rob licked the soft flesh just beneath Casey’s ear before sinking his teeth in.

“Rob!” Casey cried out.

Rob held Casey in place with the force of his hips and the fangs imbedded in his skin. He growled around the flesh in his mouth, low, primal, demanding Casey’s surrender as he drove his cock into Casey over and over again.

Pulling his fangs free, Rob drew a sharp claw over the soft skin of his neck. “Drink from me, cub. Make our bond complete.” This wasn’t part of any claiming Rob had ever heard of, but he knew it was right. Something compelled him to tie Casey to him in every way possible.

Casey didn’t hesitate at Rob’s hastily spoken command. He placed his mouth over the bleeding cut and swallowed. Rob felt a primal growl building in his throat as a sudden warmth filled his entire body, and then he could feel Casey in his soul.

Casey’s eyes widened in stunned silence for a second before his orgasm hit, and he screamed, his seed splashing between them.

As Casey went boneless and sank back against the blanket, Rob’s thrusts increased. A deep rumble came from Rob’s chest as he rammed his cock harder and harder into Casey.

Rob shuddered as he felt his cock thicken, lodging him in Casey’s ass. Rob continued to grip Casey’s hips as he thrust once, twice, then shuddered. Rob tossed his head back and roared as he exploded inside of Casey’s ass. He was frozen in time and space as he found his pleasure, and felt his balls emptying as endless spurts of cum filled Casey’s ass.

Rob was panting heavily as he rolled them both to their sides and lay down beside his mate. “Thank you, cub,” Rob whispered against Casey’s neck before placing a gentle kiss on the bite mark he had left in Casey’s skin.

Rob smiled at Casey’s tired sigh as he was tucked close to Rob’s body. He inhaled deeply, breathing in his Casey’s sweet apples and cinnamon scent. He was exhausted as he curled next to Casey. He wasn’t sure what had happened, but at the moment, he didn’t care.

All that mattered to him was feeling Casey cuddle into his side. The contentment he felt was enough for Rob to relax and let the tiny aftershocks settle him for the moment.

“What happens now?” Casey asked, his voice breaking the silence.

Rob didn’t have all the answers but he had a few. “Now, we start looking for a place for us. It doesn’t have to be anything fancy, not at first. Hell, even a studio apartment would work. We just need a place for the two of us to call home.”

Rob wanted to give Casey the world, and swore to himself that he would work his ass off until he could. Casey deserved the best, not some stupid studio that was no bigger than a closet. Hopefully, his job with his father’s construction business would be enough to take care of the two of them.

“And until we find something?” Casey whispered as his arms tightened around Rob’s chest. “I don’t want to be away from you.”

“You won’t, cub.” Rob rolled Casey toward him and pressed a kiss to the top of his head. “I don’t care if we have to sleep in the woods every night. We’re never going to spend another night apart, not as long as we live.”

Casey’s face lifted and he pressed his nose into the crook of Rob’s neck. His inhale was deep. “I’d really like that.”

“I’m going to start working at my father’s construction company. The hours will suck”—Rob chuckled—“and so will the pay, but it’s a start.”

“I have some money saved up,” Casey said. “And I can ask for more hours down at the bakery now that I’m done with school.”

Rob didn’t like it, but he was pretty sure Casey would argue with him if he said he wanted his mate to stay home and not work. Call him a chauvinist pig but he preferred Casey being home where he was safe rather than out in the town where anything could happen to him.

He also kind of liked the idea of having Casey waiting for him when he came home after a long day at work. So, yeah, he was a chauvinist when it came to his mate.

Sue him.

“What did you want to be when you grew up?”

Casey lifted his head and stared at Rob. “Why do you want to know that?”

“I want to know what your hopes and dreams are, cub. That what being mates is all about.”

“Oh.” Casey’s cheeks heated as he dropped his gaze. “I like cooking. I didn’t want to be a chef or anything. I just wanted to cook. I like discovering new recipes and putting my own spin on them.”

“Like your honey buns?”

Casey smiled as his eyes flickered up. “Yeah.”

“I’d say you have a talent for it.” Rob just had to figure out how to make Casey’s dream come true. Maybe he’d talk to his mother and see if she had any ideas. She was pretty smart.

Rob strummed his fingers lazily through Casey’s honey-blond hair. He loved how silky soft it felt sliding between his fingers. “Do you think there’s going to be a problem with your foster parents when you move out?”

“No,” Casey answered instantly. “The quicker I’m gone, the quicker they can move in another foster kid. Now that I’m eighteen, they won’t receive any more money for me. I’m just taking up space.”

Rob felt his eyes water at Casey’s solemn words, and blinked rapidly to make them go away. He didn’t want to appear weak in front of his mate, but Casey’s life made him want to rant against the world and then curl up in a ball and cry.

Had the man ever had a lucky break?

“As long as we stick together, we’ll be just fine, cub.”

Casey sat on the edge of the bed and stared down at the man sleeping under the blankets. Rob was laying on his stomach, one leg bent at the knee, the other one stretched down the length of the bed. He had one hand tucked under his cheek. The other one was thrown out across the bed as if looking for Casey.

Even sleeping, he was still the handsomest man Casey had ever seen. He didn’t fully understand how he had lucked out to be mated to Rob, but he wasn’t going to fight it. For the first time in his life, it felt like someone really wanted him.

It made Casey’s stomach clench just thinking about having to leave him, even if it was just to go to work. He would have preferred staying tucked into bed with his mate.

After leaving the river, Rob had brought him home and taken him straight up to his bedroom where he had made Casey’s toes curl in the most delicious of ways. Casey still shivered every time he remembered the blow job he had received in the shower. He couldn’t wait for the chance to return the favor.

It would just have to wait until he got off work.

“Hey, cub, what are you doing up?”

“I need to head to work.”

Rob squinted at the watch on his wrist. “Casey, it’s four o’clock in the morning.”

“Baker’s hours.”

“Huh?”

Casey chuckled at the cute little frown that marred Rob’s face. “The bakery opens at five. I have to get everything ready before then.”

Rob flung the blankets back and started to sit up. “Just give me a moment to take a piss and get dressed and I’ll drive you.”

“No, no.” Casey pressed a hand to Rob’s chest. “I can ride my bike. It’s just a few blocks from here.”

Rob’s eyebrow curved up. “I’m not going to let you ride your bike this early in the morning, Casey, not when I can easily drive you to work.”

“Rob—”

Rob pressed a finger to Casey’s lips. “You don’t have to do this on your own, Casey.”

Casey’s shoulders slumped as the tension he didn’t know he was holding onto suddenly faded away. He was so used to never having anyone, not even to take some of the load off, that he almost didn’t know what to do now that he did.

Rob’s fingers caressed the side of his face, the touch light and tentative. “You’re not alone anymore, cub.”

Casey prayed that Rob was telling the truth because he couldn’t imagine going back to his old life after experiencing one with Rob at his side, even if it had only been a day. He’d wither up and die.