The Lynx Who Purred for a Sidhe Prince (15 page)

romance novels, fucking on the beach wasn’t all that great. Oh,

Winter had enjoyed it. He always did when Corbin took him. But

after the pleasure was over, it always turned out sand got in the worst possible places.

Corbin reached for him, grabbing Winter before he could get

away. “But it’s worth it, isn’t it?”

Much to his dismay, Winter found that he could not resist his

mate’s appeal. He melted in Corbin’s arms, the lynx’s warmth

drawing him like a moth to the flame. What had they been talking

about? He couldn’t remember.

Corbin chuckled and lifted Winter in his arms. “God, sweetheart.

You’re going to kill me one of these days.”

Winter’s mate started carrying him back toward the house, but

Winter didn’t have the patience necessary to wait until they reached

their bedroom they shared. “I don’t want to wait,” he told Corbin.

“Let’s just stay here.”

“I thought you didn’t like sex on the beach,” Corbin teased as his

hands fondled Winter’s nipples.

Winter released a small gasp. “That’s…That’s not fair. You’re

cheating.”

“By what?” Corbin’s smirk was pure evil. “Touching you?”

“Yes,” Winter exclaimed. “You know I can’t think when you

touch me.”

“So you want me to stop? Is that it?” Corbin sighed and placed

Winter down. “Fine. I guess you win. You foiled my plan.”

Fuming, Winter tackled his mate. They fell together in the sand,

but as soon as Corbin hit the ground, he rolled them over, making

Winter end up on the bottom. “Oh, so that’s how you want to play it.”

Corbin’s palms traveled over Winter’s scantily clad ass, kneading the cheeks gently. “Great idea.”

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It was the only warning Winter got before his mate ripped off the

small shorts Winter was wearing. Without the only item of clothing

he wore at the beach, Winter was left completely nude in his mate’s

arms.

Corbin crushed their mouths together, their mind bond flooded

with Corbin’s desire and possessiveness
. “You have any idea what it
does to me to see you dressed in those things? God, I want to fuck you
over and over.”

Yes, Winter did know how much Corbin liked seeing Winter in

the tight shorts, which was why he had an endless supply of them.

The lynx always ended up tearing them off Winter’s body, something

Winter not so secretly enjoyed.

Corbin broke their kiss, giving Winter a heated look. “You, my

sweet, are a seductive minx.” He shot to his feet, grabbed Winter, and draped him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Winter couldn’t protest, simply because he got to stare at Corbin’s fine ass. The lynx himself only wore a pair of swimming trunks, and Winter made a

mental note to remove them as soon as possible.

His mate seemed to have a similar plan. Corbin walked them into

the ocean, going just far enough from the shore so that the water

reached his waist. There was a smooth rock braving the elements

there, where the two of them sometimes came to see the sunrise. It

was the type of place Winter had always imagined he’d see merfolk

in. Thankfully, the waters around the island were completely safe and clear of all intruders, so Corbin and Winter had complete privacy.

Corbin placed Winter on the rock, and for a few moments, they

just stared at the breathtaking scenery. There was no one around but

them for miles and miles. The staff at the mansion knew to leave them alone when they were at the beach, and the waters around the island

were also privately owned by the Cunninghams. Winter had never felt

so complete in his entire life.

Then Corbin pushed off his swimming trunks, leaving them

abandoned in the water. Both Winter and Corbin were naked now, in

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the sun, on the cool rock. Their lips met in a kiss that was as gentle as the lapping of the waves against the stone. It gradually grew more

intense, the storm of passion between them releasing as Corbin delved his tongue in Winter’s mouth.

Winter crawled onto Corbin’s lap, rubbing his ass against

Corbin’s erection. His anus ached to be filled, and his body was on

fire.

“God, sweetheart,”
Corbin said through their bond,
“I need to
have you. I need to be inside you.”

Winter couldn’t have come up with a better idea himself. They

slipped off the rock and into the water. Corbin broke their kiss and

flipped Winter on his belly against the stone. It felt cool against

Winter’s skin, and the contrast with Corbin’s heat behind him, it was just another sensation added to the cocktail of pleasure already

brewing inside Winter.

A wet finger rubbed against Winter’s hole and slowly pushed

inside. It aimed straight for Winter’s prostate and rubbed the tiny nub mercilessly, making sparks fly through Winter’s body. Winter

whimpered, pushing back against the invading digit, seeking more of

the penetration.

Corbin was relentless, though. He took his time stretching Winter

before he added another finger. Winter knew that, in spite of the

animalistic urge to couple they both shared, Corbin also worried

whenever they didn’t have lube on hand. The lynx was amazingly

protective of Winter, and the knowledge that this feeling stemmed

from the affection Corbin had for him made Winter relent.

His thoughts began to dim as he surrendered to Corbin’s mastery

of his body. He heard himself cry out his mate’s name, begging and

pleading to be fucked, sometimes in the Sidhe language, other times

in English. Even those words became slurred and incomprehensible,

and over and over, Winter was driven nearly to the edge without quite passing it.

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And then Corbin removed his fingers from Winter’s body. Winter

held his breath in anticipation, expecting Corbin’s cock to pierce him now. He knew what Corbin intended just seconds before it actually

happened. A raspy tongue swept over Winter’s crease, stopping over

the tiny entrance. The slick muscle stabbed at his hole like a tiny

cock, stretching him and preparing him the way three fingers never

could. Every nerve ending in Winter’s body was alight, and Winter

clung to the rock for all he was worth, trying to find an anchor in a world that quickly started to become surreal.

As Corbin’s tongue slipped into his body, Winter went wild. The

first time Corbin had eaten his ass, he’d almost refused. He’d thought there was no way Corbin could take pleasure in such an act. But

courtesy of their connection, Winter knew Corbin truly enjoyed

rimming him. And Winter…Well, who was he to deny his mate his

desire?

Whimpering, Winter raked his fingernails over the smooth surface

of the rock. He could feel his climax approaching, so very close. He

pushed back against Corbin, fucking his mate’s face. The sounds

Corbin made, low, aroused, and possessive growls, were a palpable

caress over Winter’s body, teasing his peaked nipples, massaging his

prick. In fact, Winter’s cock throbbed with the need to come, the ache already gathering in his balls. His lover’s talented tongue simply

didn’t allow him any other option. He just wanted Corbin right there

with him.

Obviously hearing this thought, Corbin whispered in his mind,

“Let go, sweetheart. Come for me. I want to hear you scream.”

And Winter did scream. He shouted his pleasure as he came all

over the rock, Corbin’s voice, his scent, and his touch showering him in pure ecstasy. He felt like the stone beneath him had become a cloud of nirvana, supporting him and caressing him with ethereal fingers.

Just as the haze began to dim, Corbin turned him over, his dark

blue eyes gone almost black with passion. Corbin’s cock nudged at

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Winter’s hole, and Winter’s body instantly responded, his cock going

rock hard again.

He gasped as Corbin entered him, renewed pleasure assaulting his

every sense. Water wasn’t exactly the best lubricant, but Winter’s

body was so used to Corbin’s prick that he had no trouble taking it.

Besides, the previous rimming session and subsequent orgasm had not

only prepped him, but they’d also relaxed him. Oh, it still burned, but Corbin took his time in pushing inside, and the ache was not only

manageable, but deliciously pleasurable.

At last, Corbin bottomed out inside Winter. Winter clung to his

mate’s shoulders, choking at the emotion he sensed coming through

their bond. In moments such as these, there were no barriers between

them, and they were one, body and soul. Winter was always aware of

the gift he’d been granted through this connection, but now, more

than ever.

Corbin pulled out of him and, in one hard thrust, pushed back

inside. As his mate’s prick hit his prostate, Winter found himself in a storm of pleasure, sweeping away his very reality. Only Corbin was

left, just him and his passion, his love, his heart, bound to Winter’s.

Winter thrust back against his lover, and they moved together,

seeking the ecstasy of orgasm as one single being. In no time, Winter was close to finding his peak once again. He felt full, his channel

stretched to the limit by Corbin’s cock, and his soul swamped by

Corbin’s emotions.

And then Corbin bit down on Winter’s neck, claiming him with

one bite. Winter’s world exploded in a myriad of colors that

eventually crystallized into a light so pure it seemed impossible. He came just as Corbin’s cock throbbed inside him, releasing hot jets of spunk in Winter’s passage. But beyond the physical pleasure of their

union, their minds melded together, and in that moment, nothing

could separate them. They were two halves of one whole, yin and

yang, brought back together by an unexpected, but blessed twist of

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fate. And Winter loved Corbin so much that he could have died happy

if only he had Corbin in his arms.

They floated together for the longest time, lost in each other and

in the ecstasy they could only find in their coupling. Corbin’s

familiar, soft purr made Winter want to throw caution to the wind and stay there forever. But at last, the afterglow began to dim, and Winter discovered the less pleasant consequences of their little sex fest.

His back and ass ached from the abuse they’d suffered. After all,

in spite of Winter’s creative imagination, a rock was not a soft cloud, or a soft bed, for that matter. But Winter wouldn’t have traded the

experience for anything in the world. He could easily heal himself,

and perhaps he’d actually do so later, but for the moment, he

preferred to keep the physical reminder of Corbin’s possession.

Corbin pulled him into the water, lovingly cleaning Winter and

massaging his sore muscles. Winter leaned against his mate, his knees turning to jelly as Corbin’s talented hands worked him.

The lynx kissed his nape and whispered in his ear, “If we don’t go

now, I’m just going to take you again.”

“And what’s wrong with that?” Winter shot back.

“Nothing,” Corbin answered, “except you deserve being in a bed

from time to time.”

Winter laughed and pulled away from his mate. He sat on the

smooth rock, smiling fondly as he watched Corbin attempt to retrieve

the swimming trunks that had drifted away. When at last the errant

item of clothing was recovered, the two of them headed back toward

the shore.

Usually, when Corbin and Winter came to the beach, they

expected Winter’s clothes would end up unusable and brought plenty

of towels. Alas, this time, Winter had fled on his own, tempting his

mate to hunt him. This meant that there were no towels and nothing to cover Winter’s nudity. Winter realized this far too late, when Corbin took him in his arms and started the walk back toward the mansion.

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“Corbin, everyone will see,” he protested. He knew he was a bit of

a prude, but he honestly preferred to have Corbin as the only person

who looked at him when he was naked.

“It’s all right, sweetheart,” Corbin said. “The staff knows to stay

away except when we call to them. I’d scent them if they were in the

area anyway, and I’ll go around. Okay?”

Winter trusted Corbin with his life, so he didn’t protest further.

Instead, he relaxed in his mate’s embrace and allowed himself to

wallow in the comfortable feeling he always experienced after

coupling with Corbin.

As they walked, Winter casually observed the scenery. It was

truly a beautiful place, one Winter had learned to love. Beyond the

seemingly endless ocean and the white beaches ahead stood Byron’s

mansion, where Winter and Corbin had been staying for the past few

weeks.

Winter had learned the house was quite old, dating back from

Byron Cunningham’s early years. This was the place where Morgan

and Layton had been born, the same day when the existence of the

shifters was revealed to the world. Back then, it had been a refuge for the pregnant Skylar. Now, it had become a refuge for Winter and

Corbin.

“I wish we could stay here forever,” Winter told his mate.