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Stryker

“It was a perfectly innocent question!”

Pulling the sheet down on the bed, Gavin shook his head. “It is none of our business if they’re fucking or not.”

“You’re telling me that you weren’t just a little bit curious?” Stryker whipped his shirt over his head.

Gavin pressed his lips together.

“Ha!” Stryker pointed at him. “You did want to know!”

“And now we know that they aren’t,” Gavin said.

“They aren’t anymore,” Stryker reminded him. He shoved his pants and underwear down his legs. Gavin did the same across from him. “They have fucked previously, and I think Aaron still wants your brother’s bod.”

“I really don’t want to think about my brother having sex,” Gavin told him.

Naked, Stryker climbed onto the bed on his hands and knees. “We could talk about us having sex.”

Gavin ran his gaze over Stryker’s body. Stryker knew that he couldn’t really feel the heat from that look, but his body responded. His cock hardened and his breathing picked up.

Stryker leaned forward. “You have a promise to keep. Something about where that kiss had been leading.”

Leaning across the bed, Gavin came within inches of kissing him. “Thank you for being with me tonight.”

“I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.” Stryker closed the distance and kissed Gavin. He licked at Gavin’s bottom lip until Gavin opened for him. Stryker slipped his tongue inside, coaxing Gavin to kiss him back.

Gavin groaned into his mouth while kneeling on the bed.

Stryker moved onto his knees so they were in the middle of the bed and he could touch Gavin. He would never get tired of touching him. Ripping his mouth away, Stryker panted. He had one more thing to say.

“So beautiful,” Gavin cupped his face. “My good boy.”

Stryker shuddered. Wrapping his fingers around Gavin’s wrist, Stryker met the his gaze. “I want to mate with you.”

Gavin’s pupils dilated. “We don’t have to yet—”

“I want you to claim me. I want to belong to you,” Stryker confessed.

“Don’t you know that you already belong to me?” Gavin asked quietly.

“Forever.” Stryker wanted, needed, to clarify. “And you’ll belong to me too.”

“I have,” Gavin assured him. “I have belonged to you since the first time you smirked and called me Papi. Even if I couldn’t see your face, I knew.”

Stryker had to kiss Gavin for that.

He launched himself at Gavin. They rolled and nearly tumbled off the bed, but Gavin didn’t stop kissing him. Stryker ended up under Gavin’s larger body with Gavin kneeling between his legs.

Stryker strained to reach Gavin’s mouth when Gavin drew back from the kiss.

“Hold on, boy,” Gavin told him. “I need to get the lube. I want to be inside you when I place my bite.”

Stryker nodded. “Please!”

Gavin reached over to the drawer beside his bed and yanked it open. He grabbed the bottle of lube before wiggling it in front of Stryker.

“Score!” Stryker praised with a laugh.

Gavin grinned down at him. “I plan on doing just that.”

He groaned and shook his head. “Really?”

Gavin snorted. “That was pretty corny.”

“It was.” Stryker wrapped his arms around Gavin’s neck to pull him down. “Now kiss me to make up for it.”

Gavin kissed him.

Stryker whined when Gavin pulled away again. His cock wept, releasing precome.

Sitting back on his heels, Gavin pushed Stryker’s legs farther apart. “Now the fun begins.”

Stryker was already having fun. He wanted more so he didn’t argue. He was intrigued by the wickedness in Gavin’s eyes.

Gavin caught Stryker’s knee under his arm as he coated his fingers from the bottle of lube.

“Such a good boy for me,” Gavin teased. He ran one slick finger over Stryker’s rim.

Stryker tried to push down, but having one leg up in the air didn’t afford him enough ability to move.

Gavin tsked at him. “Patience.”

Fuck that! Digging his left foot into the mattress, he tried again.

This time Gavin rubbed harder on Stryker’s hole.

Stryker grunted. Almost. He could almost feel the entry. He just needed—

Gavin withdrew his finger then added more lube. He started to spread it around his rim but never breached him.

The lube was thick and slippery. Perfect.

Gavin coated two fingers next.

Yes! That was what he wanted!

With two fingers, Gavin began to tease him again. Stryker’s legs were spread enough that he could feel a twinge in his hip. Not that he would be complaining about that.

Down Stryker’s crease then up to circle his hole. Gavin was masterfully teasing him.

Stryker’s dick bobbed.

“Please, Papi!” Stryker begged.

“Such a good boy. I love it when your sweet to me.”

Stryker opened his mouth to say something—he wasn’t even sure what—when Gavin pushed two fingers in deep.

Stryker grunted.

His body locked down around those digits.

“I need you to relax for me,” Gavin coaxed.

Stryker took a deep breath. He knew what to do. Looking up at Gavin was just fucking with his mind. Gavin appeared other-worldly. The shine to his eyes, the heat from his body.

Gavin pulled back his fingers then slowly, too carefully, pushed them back in.

Stryker shook.

Gavin pushed his knee farther toward Stryker’s chin.

“I can’t wait to be inside you,” Gavin murmured. He pumped his fingers in and out until the rhythm was smooth and the sting had faded.

“More!” Stryker demanded.

Gavin gave three more thrusts of his fingers then pulled them away.

Stryker panted.

Gavin added more lube. Three fingers this time. He placed the digits back to Stryker’s rim.

The sharp bite quickly turned into pleasure.

Stryker tried to spread his legs even farther. To open himself wide. He needed Gavin to move past this part so Stryker could finally be claimed properly.

Inside him, Gavin stroked Stryker’s walls until he brushed a pad over Stryker’s prostate. Stryker bucked but again he couldn’t go anywhere.

“That’s the spot,” Gavin said.

“No shit!” Stryker bitched. “Again.”

Gavin’s low chuckle filled the air as he pushed harder on Stryker’s prostate.

Stryker’s cock twitched and bobbed. He wanted to reach for it. To touch himself.

“Don’t even think about it,” Gavin warned. Each plunge of his fingers seemed to go deeper, even if that was impossible. “We’re going to come together.”

“Not if you don’t hurry,” Stryker warned.

Gavin didn’t stop fingering him though. He moved his hand faster. Spread his fingers wide until Stryker grunted but he continued the sweet torture.

“I need—”

“I know what you need,” Gavin told him. He roughly pulled his fingers free, leaving Stryker to regret the loss. That was until Gavin began to pour the lube over his dick and rubbing it in.

Stryker got lost in watching Gavin stroke himself, the lube leaving Gavin’s cock shiny.

Gavin threw the bottle down onto the bed then scooted up the mattress. His knees brushed Stryker’s ass before Gavin lifted him.

Now both of Stryker’s knees were nestled over Gavin’s elbows.

He was spread good and wide. Perfect to be fucked.

“I’m going to bite you,” Gavin warned. “Leave my mark on you.”

“Yes!” Stryker wanted that. Needed it. Had to have it.

Gavin grasped the base of his cock while positioning himself at Stryker’s hole.

“My boy. My mate,” Gavin said as he started to push in. Invaded him.

His channel clenched. His hole attempted to stop the invasion, but Gavin continued to push forward.

He didn’t stop.

Not as Stryker moaned.

Not when Stryker’s cock hardened impossibly more.

Not even when Stryker started to shake.

This was a claiming.

They’d had sex before, but it had been fun, teasing, lighter. This was anything but that. Nearly curled into himself, Stryker couldn’t do anything but take what Gavin gave him.

It was glorious!

Gavin finally pushed all the way to the hilt.

Stryker was full, fuller than he’d ever been before. It wasn’t just the huge dick inside him. It was as if Gavin’s entire presence had entered him as well.

Their gazes met. Locked. The veins in Gavin’s neck strained as he held himself still. Waited.

Stryker took a deep breath. He knew what to say. “Claim me, mate.”

Gavin nodded. He drew back then slammed forward.

The bed rocked.

Outside, lightning cracked and streaked across the sky.

The rumble started deep then grew in volume.

Gavin pulled almost all the way out and thrust hard.

“Fuck yes!” Stryker shouted.

Hard pelting rain hit the window.

The grip Gavin had on him was firm. As if Stryker would ever want to get away from him. He was pinned down right where he wanted to be.

Gavin’s next plunge had him pegging Stryker’s gland nice and hard.

Stryker yelled again.

Throwing his head back, Gavin let lose a roar that shook the house.

More lightning. Another rumble of thunder.

They lost any sense of rhythm, forcing Stryker to throw his hands up and brace himself against the headboard as the entire bed shook. Gavin was fucking into him so fast and deep that Stryker was pretty damn certain that came from his paranormal side.

There was nothing but heat and pleasure between them.

It was like the air had been sucked out of the room.

Stryker couldn’t catch his breath.

Gavin was grunting and thrusting.

Stryker’s entire body was on fire! He wrapped his fingers around his own cock in desperation.

“I’m gonna—” he managed.

“Now!” Gavin ordered.

Stryker stroked himself, hard and fast, just like Gavin’s hips moved.

Gavin lowered his mouth.

Stryker was bent in half. He nearly couldn’t keep stroking himself.

There was a lick to his neck.

“Mine,” Gavin declared then he struck.

Sharp teeth bit into Stryker’s skin and he screamed.

His vision whitened.

Gavin took a draw, a suck, and that was all Stryker needed.

His cock exploded, shooting cum all over himself.

Inside his ass, he was flooded with more heat, wet and sticky.

“Fuck,” Stryker whispered as Gavin pulled his mouth away.

A large boom shook the house and rain pinged against the window.

Gavin lifted his head to peer down at Stryker. He was still buried deep. Gavin’s arms shook but he was smiling. “My mate.”

“Yours,” Stryker agreed and closed his eyes. He was utterly exhausted.

“Thank you, mate,” Gavin said quietly. “Thank you for coming here. For stalking me.”

Stryker grinned and opened his eyes. “You can call me Drew.”

“Drew?”

“But not in front of anyone else. And never in front of your brother or anyone else from the government.”

“Sure, baby. Not in front of anyone else,” Gavin agreed.

* * * * *

Gavin

He’d woken up to a dozen fresh donuts on his kitchen counter with two Styrofoam cups next to them.

Gavin grinned down at the note left behind with them.

Congrats on your mating. Celebration bar-b-q tonight!’

‘Love, the family.

Tradition. It had become tradition for donuts and coffee the morning after a new member was added to the family. Gavin hadn’t thought much of it, especially now that he wasn’t living in the big house. His family hadn’t forgotten though. They’d come through.

Juggling the note, box of donuts, and both coffees, Gavin strode back to where he’d left his boy sleeping peacefully.

He nudged the door open as Stryker sat up in bed.

“Good morning,” Gavin said.

Stryker rubbed his eyes. “What time is it?”

“Early,” Gavin said with amusement as he crossed the room.

“Then why are you out of bed?” Stryker demanded.

“I heard someone in the kitchen.”

“Your kitchen?” Stryker dropped his hands. “Are those donuts?”

Gavin chuckled. “Our kitchen and yes.” He passed over the note first. “Welcome to the family.”

Stryker read the note and frowned. “How did they know we mated?”

He sat on the edge of the mattress. “Pretty sure the storm last night was a good indicator.”

“Yeah.” Stryker grinned. “You were pretty loud.”

Gavin shook his head as he passed Stryker the coffee with his name. “You were the one that begged me to fuck you and bite you three more times after that.”

Stryker’s hand went to his neck. “That was amazing.”

Gavin agreed. “So, we get coffee and donuts.”

“I don’t get it,” Stryker said. He did steal the box of donuts, placing them on the mattress between them.

“It started after Axel brought Bryce home for the first time,” Gavin said. “They hadn’t mated yet, but Axel fetched donuts that morning and wouldn’t allow anyone to have one until Bryce got his first. It became tradition as each new member was added to the family.”

“Donuts,” Stryker mused. “I guess it’s not that weird.”

“You made me get up and make you chicken nuggets in the middle of the night because we needed to celebrate our mating,” Gavin reminded him. It had to have been the weirdest after-mating celebration Gavin had ever heard of. The both of them standing in Gavin’s chicken as Stryker taught him how to heat the frozen nuggets in the air fryer that he might have stolen from Gavin’s brother.

They’d eaten the nuggets standing up by the sink until Stryker had gotten on his knees and blown him.

Okay, maybe weird wasn’t the word he should use. It had been hot. Sexy.

“Chicken nuggets and donuts.” Stryker grinned. “I really like this family.”

“I really like you,” Gavin said, leaning over to steal a kiss.

“I kind of, maybe, really like you too,” Stryker replied.

“You’d better. You’re stuck with me now.”

Stryker grinned. “Mates.”

“Mates,” Gavin agreed.

“Now, about these donuts.”

He chuckled and opened the box.

Stryker grabbed a pink-sprinkled donut and shoved half into his mouth.

Gavin sipped his coffee.

“Good,” Stryker said with his mouth full.

“You're getting crumbs everywhere,” Gavin told him.

Stryker held up the remainder of his donuts before he smashed it against Gavin’s chest.

“What—” Gavin tried to jerk away, splashing some coffee on his hand.

“Oops!” Stryker said. The grin on his face was the complete opposite of his words. Stryker quickly straddled Gavin’s waist.

“Stryker—”

“Call me by my name,” Stryker demanded. “I haven’t heard it in a very long time.”

Gavin set his coffee on the nightstand before he cupped Stryker’s face. “How about this? I love you, Drew.”

“Wow,” Stryker breathed out. “That sounded even better than I imagined.”

“Then I’ll say it over and over until you’re used to it,” Gavin vowed. “I love you, Drew.”

Stryker started to tear up. “I love you too.”

Gavin kissed him.

His boy was the one that drew back. “And I better clean up the mess I made.” Stryker leaned forward to lick some of the frosting off Gavin’s nipple.

“Good boy,” Gavin praised as he leaned back giving his boy room to work. “Make sure you get every crumb.”

“Yes, Papi.”