The Half-Breed Who Found His Other Half (5 page)

The husky tone made Chantay shudder. “Need. Affection.

Arousal.” Yes, pure, delicious arousal, the drug that tantalized Chantay with a pleasure just beyond his reach. Chantay knew he should pull away. He wasn’t thinking clearly and the hunger he’d fought against all his life was winning. But then again, why he should keep on fighting? Isaac understood. Isaac could help him and protect him. He didn’t have to be divided between two worlds anymore.

When Isaac leaned in to kiss him, Chantay didn’t protest. He parted his lips, allowing the other man’s tongue to explore his mouth.

Lust rose within him almost angrily, and he wrapped his arms around Isaac’s neck, pulling him closer.

The kiss that had started like an almost-tentative lip-lock turned, for lack of a better word, rabid. Chantay couldn’t even remember why he’d thought this was a bad idea in the first place. His clothing felt scratchy on his oversensitized skin, and the only thing he could focus on was getting naked as soon as possible and taking Isaac inside him.

The notion should have scared him, as he’d never been with anyone else before, and Isaac was virtually a stranger. But Chantay’s body and soul knew better than to trust cheap rationales like that. Yes, Isaac knew exactly how to touch him to make him go crazy, but there was more to it than that. Chantay ached to discover just how much they could be together, just what peaks they could reach.

As if guessing his thoughts, Isaac started to work on Chantay’s clothing. His frantic hands tore at Chantay’s elegant shirt. Chantay helped his soon-to-be lover as much as he could, but he was so focused on his need that he ended up making things even more difficult. He climbed into Isaac’s lap and rubbed his ass against the half wolf’s crotch. They both groaned in pleasure at the motion, and Chantay already anticipated getting that thick prick inside him. He could almost feel it now, Isaac’s erection stretching him, filling him to the brink.

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The kiss broke only due to their need to breathe. If he could have, Chantay would have kept their mouths melded together for all eternity. There was only one advantage to this setback, the fact that the brief break allowed them to hastily remove their clothing.

Chantay’s shirt flew off first, but not one to be thwarted from his goal, Chantay quickly recovered lost terrain as he ripped off Isaac’s.

They threw off their shoes and were finally left in just their bottoms.

Releasing an animalistic growl, Isaac pushed Chantay down on the couch, his fingers avidly working at Chantay’s zipper.

As he undid Chantay’s pants, the half wolf pressed kisses to every part of Chantay he could reach, nibbling and licking on his skin as if he couldn’t get enough. Isaac’s lust just fueled Chantay’s, and he writhed under his soon-to-be lover, already feeling so close to orgasm he was almost in physical pain. “Please, Isaac. Please fuck me.”

In rough jerks, Isaac pulled Chantay’s elegant slacks off, leaving him only in his underwear. Chantay’s leaking prick had already moistened the material of his briefs, but Chantay couldn’t bring himself to be embarrassed about it, especially when the sight of it caused a spike of arousal in Isaac. The half wolf mouthed the wet spot, teasing Chantay’s cock with the heaven of his lips. Chantay arched his back and cried out at the sensations that assaulted him. If Isaac didn’t touch him that very instant, he would lose his mind.

Fortunately, Isaac seemed to have some incubus powers of his own, at least where Chantay was concerned. He pulled off Chantay’s underwear, discarding it on the floor in one smooth motion. Chantay was left completely naked, bare to the half wolf’s gaze. The heat in Isaac’s eyes and the arousal emanating from him told Chantay Isaac liked what he saw.

That lust was the only warning Chantay got of what was to come.

All of a sudden, the half wolf took Chantay’s cock in his mouth, all the way into his throat. If Isaac’s hands on his skin had felt amazing, this was beyond anything Chantay had ever imagined.

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He didn’t know how he managed not to come on the spot. Perhaps it was the fact that he yearned to prolong the moment. Or maybe he didn’t want to disappoint Isaac. After all, incubi were supposed to be experienced lovers. With that in mind, he bit his lip so hard he tasted blood, using the slight pain to distract him from the pleasure.

For a few instants, it actually worked. But then, Isaac started to bob his head up and down Chantay’s cock, hollowing his cheeks as he took the shaft deep. The suction, the heat, and the genuine desire Chantay felt coming from Isaac were too much to withstand. When Isaac spread Chantay’s legs and rubbed a dry finger across his hole, the mere knowledge of what was about to happen propelled him over the edge. Crying out his lover’s name, Chantay came, his world exploding into a myriad of colors as he surrendered to the ecstasy Isaac offered.

Isaac drank down a good portion of Chantay’s offering, something that Chantay found nearly as arousing as the climax itself. Still lost in his afterglow, he was distantly aware of Isaac releasing his prick and gathering a part of the spunk on his fingers. The wolf got rid of his underwear, the last garment that shielded his nudity, and slicked his hard cock up with Chantay’s seed. Then, Isaac reached between Chantay’s legs once again. A now-slick digit slowly pushed into Chantay’s virgin passage, worming its way in his most private place.

Chantay had touched himself there before, in those moments when he’d dared to feed the hunger bubbling inside him. But those times had been nothing like this. His body sang at Isaac’s touch, immediately responding. His cock, which had never truly gone soft to begin with, went rock hard again.

“Please,” he heard himself gasp out. “Please, Isaac. I need you.”

Isaac didn’t reply, at least not in words. He had an expression of absolute concentration, his gaze fixed on Chantay’s face. Slowly, he pushed another finger inside Chantay’s passage and crooked them just so. In the process, he brushed against Chantay’s special spot, and the
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pleasure that skyrocketed through him drew a near sob out of Chantay.

Over and over, Isaac finger-fucked him, massaging the walnut-sized gland that drove shocks of pleasure through Chantay. There was just so much sensation that Chantay lost track of time and space, forgetting everything except the need, the emotion, and the hunger.

Everything inside him reached out toward Isaac, needing them to be one.

Another finger went inside Chantay, preparing him for invasion.

Chantay’s body greedily swallowed them in and demanded more.

With the last part of him that remained rational, Chantay recalled that once upon a time, his father had told him incubi powers allowed them to adapt to all sorts of sexual situations. It seemed that Chantay hadn’t only inherited the hunger from his demon parent.

Finally, Isaac deemed him ready and removed the fingers from Chantay’s passage. Chantay was struck by how empty he felt without Isaac’s touch caressing him from the inside. Thankfully, he didn’t have to suffer through it for long. Isaac positioned himself at Chantay’s opening and, in one smooth thrust, slid home.

The feeling of fullness that gripped Chantay was unlike anything he’d ever experienced. Chantay couldn’t even begin to describe it. It reached out to a part of him he hadn’t even known existed. For the first time, the hunger was gone, and the two sides of him were at peace with each other, wanting the same thing—for Isaac to make love to him over, and over, and over again.

Yet again, Isaac’s emotions echoed his own. The half wolf pulled out of him and thrust back inside, so hard Chantay’s teeth rattled. As Isaac’s cock hit Chantay’s prostate, the world started to melt, the shocks of ecstasy so intense they seemed surreal. Chantay clung to his lover’s shoulders, digging his fingernails into Isaac’s flesh. Half of him hoped to anchor himself in reality, but the other, stronger part wished to drag Isaac with him, into a different place where only the two of them existed, where their union could last for all time.

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On and on it went, their bodies moving together fluidly, as if they’d been lovers since forever. Chantay’s pleasure fed on Isaac’s, and his hard-as-nails cock was trapped between their sweat-slick forms, massaged by the rhythm of their coupling. It was heaven, pure, sensual heaven, and Chantay never wanted it to end.

And then, Chantay felt something inside Isaac, a change, a need that the wolf was struggling with. It swept through Isaac’s eyes so quickly Chantay would have missed it had he not been completely attuned to his lover’s emotions. Alas, he couldn’t wonder about the source of it for much longer. Isaac thrust inside him one last time and whispered in Chantay’s ear, “Come for me, baby. Come on my cock.”

Chantay had never thought dirty talk would do it for him, but Isaac’s command pushed him over the edge. His orgasm came like a summer storm, intense, brutal, with no warning, taking his breath away and threatening his very consciousness. With a roar, Isaac came as well, and just as his hot seed flooded Chantay’s passage, the sexual energy of his release swamped Chantay’s mind. Chantay thought he would not survive the seemingly unending onslaught. There was simply no way one person could withstand so much pleasure and live.

And yet, he did indeed survive, and for a while, drifted in the afterglow of his first sexual experience, feeling happy and content.

But then, a strange awareness filled him, a sadness and an anger not his own. He blinked away the haze of pleasure and looked at his lover. He was shocked to see the frustration and fury in Isaac’s eyes.

“Isaac, what’s wrong?” he asked, his voice wavering at the intensity of Isaac’s feelings. “What’s the matter?”

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Isaac slipped out of his lover, gritting his teeth as that simple motion caused frissons of pleasure to rush over his spine. He pushed the feeling away, focusing on Chantay’s earnest face.

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In truth, Isaac had never felt worse in his life, and he hadn’t expected experiencing it after the most mind-melting orgasm in his life. “This never should have happened,” he told his mate. “I’m so sorry, baby.”

Chantay’s lower lip trembled as he asked, “You regret being my lover? You don’t want me, after all.”

“No, baby, that’s not it.” Isaac hated himself for making things worse than they already were. “It’s just that it was your first time. I should have…You deserved better than a romp over the couch.”

He’d imagined their first time completely in a different way. Isaac would coax Chantay into it gently. Perhaps they would have a romantic dinner first, and then Isaac would carry Chantay to a bed covered in rose petals. They would look so lovely against Chantay’s creamy skin.

Fuck, even a bed without the petals would have sufficed. Hell, Isaac hadn’t even had lubricant at hand. He’d done his best to prepare his mate for intercourse, but Chantay had been a virgin. His first time should have been different.

To his surprise, Chantay offered him a small smile. “You’re a hopeless romantic, aren’t you?”

“Maybe.” Isaac forced himself to smile back. In a way, it was true, but while his ideal picture of their coupling might have been a bit corny, the fact remained that he’d hurt Chantay. “I just want what’s best for you, and this wasn’t it.”

He’d taken advantage of Chantay’s vulnerability to sate his own lusts. That was no way for a wolf to treat his mate. Perhaps all those who called him a freak were right. Perhaps he didn’t deserve to find his other half.

“Well, I don’t regret it,” Chantay said, a hint of anger in his voice.

“And if you’re going to be all self-righteous about it, we’re better off forgetting it ever happened.”

The idea sounded unbearable to Isaac. After having Chantay, he didn’t think he could pretend they’d only ever been friends.

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“No?” Chantay arched a brow. “Then stop acting like a jerk and hold me. If I weren’t half-incubus, I’d have thought you hated me or something similar.”

Chantay’s words drew a reluctant smile out of Isaac. He reached for his mate to do exactly what his beauty had suggested. For all Chantay’s apparent self-assuredness, though, it was quite clear that Isaac’s answer relieved the half fae. Isaac realized that he’d truly hurt Chantay with his unintentional callousness. He wished he had Chantay’s advantage and a few incubus powers of his own. His shifter senses could tell him when a person was aroused, but the real feelings that were hiding behind that arousal were a mystery to him.

“Promise me one thing, baby,” he whispered in Chantay’s ear.

“Always tell me what’s on your mind. Don’t hide from me. We rushed into this, but I do want to know you, the real you.”

The easiest way would be to claim Chantay with a bite, but Isaac needed to consult with his mate first. He’d barely managed to suppress that urge while they’d been having sex. He needed to tell Chantay the truth, that they were mates, as soon as possible. But would that influence Chantay’s decision and his emotions? Isaac wanted his beautiful half fae to love him for what he was, not because it was destined to be so.

How had his brothers and friends figured this out? It seemed so complicated. At the most basic level, Isaac just wanted to be with Chantay. Perhaps he’d simply do that and see what followed.

Overthinking it had nearly made him mess up. He still believed that Chantay deserved a better first time, but if Isaac had any word to say in this relationship, they’d have plenty of occasions in which he could fix that.

“Just so you know,” Chantay said, “I enjoyed it very much. I’ve never felt better and more at peace with myself. Thank you.”

A warmth that had nothing to do with sexual excitement filled Isaac. Now that Chantay mentioned it, he experienced the same emotions. For a moment there, before he’d allowed his doubts to
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