Page 15 of Take Two (Valleywood: Season Three)
Chapter 15
Phobos
I wasn’t surprised to hear him say we were mates. It was such a simple explanation for the way I’d felt about him since the first time I laid eyes on him. This curiosity, a longing I couldn’t explain, a desperation to have him in my life, no matter how much I might’ve pissed him off. It felt right—no, he felt right. He was the missing piece to what would make me whole. It wasn’t becoming a superhero or an actor. The only role I needed was as Decan’s mate.
“I need your cock,” he said bluntly, his eyes flashing with need.
My eyebrows shot up. “Wow, no foreplay? You’re really just going for it, huh.”
Declan chuckled, nibbling on his lower lip, and whether he was trying to turn me on intentionally or not, it was working. “Well, I mean, I won’t say no to some foreplay, but it’s not a requirement to mating.”
Technically, cock wasn’t necessary to the mating process either, but I wasn’t about to point that out. I’d known my share of shifters in my very long life, so I knew the important bit about biting. Gods, too, were known to mark their mates, though they weren’t always known for their steadfast devotion. Case in point, Zeus and his many affairs.
I crawled up onto that squeaky, lumpy bed on all fours. What should’ve been a sexy prowl to take my mate lost some of its heat when a broken spring stabbed into my knee. “Ow, shit. Never mind! I’m fine!” I would not be deterred.
Declan lay back, and I grabbed the waistband of his pants and underwear and peeled them off as quickly as I could, screw being graceful. Meanwhile, he fumbled with my belt, getting frustrated when I didn’t get naked fast enough. “Here, let me,” I offered, hopping off the bed to shuck the rest.
I descended on him with a growl, and we fell together on the bed in a tangle of limbs and flushed skin, the bed frame creaking dangerously. I kissed him for all I was worth, trying to tell him with my lips and tongue that I would love him and honor him forever. I licked and sucked across his broad chest and stomach, sucking up bruises that I knew wouldn’t last nearly long enough, but I was eager to mark him as my own.
Sucking his length into my mouth, I savored his salty precum, moaning around his smooth shaft as I laved along the veins from root to tip. When I slipped a finger into his slick channel, he bucked his hips straight off the mattress with a squeak of springs, the crown of his cock hitting the back of my throat. I hollowed my cheeks and swallowed, adding a second finger, and Declan tried to grab a fistful of my hair, crying out. Right about now, I was regretting cutting it so short.
“Phobos, I need you,” he panted, grabbing at my shoulders. If I’d had all my god strength, I might’ve fought him so I could prolong this, but as it was, he was stronger than I was. He practically dragged me up the length of his body. I had to admit, it was kind of sexy the way he was manhandling me.
I settled in between his thighs. Taking my shaft in his fist, he stroked me once, twice, just enough to drive me mad, then lined me up with his hole. I pressed forward slowly, intending to be gentle at first, but the moment I felt his heat engulfing me, there was no hope. I surged forward, burying myself inside him, and we both groaned—along with an echoed groan from the bed. I mentally cursed the damn thing, but it was hard to be angry when it felt so good!
I drove deep, deeper still, until my hips were flush against him, and even then, I grabbed him by the waist and pulled him closer, managing to lodge myself just that tiny bit deeper. I wanted to reach a piece of him that no one had ever touched before, and then I wanted to make him mine.
Pulling back, I paused with just the head inside, then thrust hard enough inside him to move him across the mattress. With each piston of my hips, we inched our way across the bed until we were nearly up against the headboard. Declan reached up and put his palms against the flimsy wood, using it as leverage to push back, meeting me on every thrust.
“Holy shit, yes,” I cursed in praise. My entire body felt like it was on fire.
Declan mewled in frustration. “I need more,” he whined. If I’d still been a god, I could’ve pounded him through the floor, but as it was, I was giving it to him as hard as I could. Would this mostly human body give out on me? Could I have a heart attack?
Apparently, my best wasn’t good enough, so with a snarl, Declan flipped us so he was on top. Oh hell yes, this was amazing! Bracing himself with his palms flat on my chest, he slammed himself down onto my cock again and again, the sound of wet flesh and smell of sex filling my senses until I thought I might drown in it. I watched, mesmerized, as his dick bobbed in time with his movement, until I couldn’t help reaching out and wrapping my hand around it, pumping him until precum dripped over my fingers.
“Tell me you’re close,” he panted. “ Please .”
“So close,” I moaned, my balls drawing tight.
It was all too much! The heat, the pressure, the promise of forever with this man. I couldn’t have held back if I tried.
He cried out with his release, his cum spilling across my stomach and chest. Just as I felt the telltale swell of my knot at the base of my cock, Declan fell forward and placed his mouth at the arch of my throat, the prick of his teeth the only warning I had. He sank his teeth deep, and the sudden shock of it tipped me straight over that cliff. I pumped my hips just once more, knot expanding and swelling as I unleashed my cum deep inside him at that place where no one else could touch.
I felt Declan sucking lightly as my blood spilled into his mouth, and though it didn’t come naturally to me, I placed my own mouth at his throat and bit down, the coppery tang of his blood on my tongue.
There was no mistaking the bond as it snapped tight between us, connecting us in a way I never could have imagined. I swore I heard his voice inside my head, whispering mine .
Our moans were cut off by an almighty crack! that echoed in the room. Declan pulled back, and we shared a wide-eyed look of dread, before the entire bed finally gave way, dropping us hard onto the floor.
“We so had that coming,” I groaned, rubbing the back of my head where it had knocked into the broken frame. At least we’d been able to finish before it happened. “We were tempting fate. We should’ve just bought a new bed.”
Declan snorted, trying to contain his laugh, but that just set me off too. “Stop laughing!” I scolded as his muscles contracted around my knot.
“You first!” he said, hissing when my knot caught against his tight rim.
Regardless, both of us had tears streaming down our faces, and we didn’t stop until my knot softened enough to slip from his hole, and I groaned, feeling the flood of my released seed drip down my shaft. So hot.
I wiped away the tears on the back of my hand and cradled Declan against my chest. We could clean up in a minute. First, I wanted to bask in the glow of our new bond. “Why didn’t you ever buy a new bed? I certainly paid you enough for that first date,” I asked.
He tried to shrug, but his smile slipped off his face. “My business was failing. Every single penny went toward my overdue bills. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, but I didn’t want to admit that I couldn’t make it on my own.”
I held him closer, pressing a kiss to his new mark, already healing into a beautiful scar. “Well, with me as your mate, you never have to worry about that again. I have enough money for a hundred lifetimes, and you can keep the bar you love.”
He frowned, opening his mouth to argue with me, no doubt.
I held up a hand to forestall the bickering. “Let’s not spoil the mood. I promise you can scold the hell out of me later. For now, though…” I leaned across the floor and reached for my pants, fishing my phone out of the pocket. “Our first priority is buying a new bed, because I’m going to want you again soon, and I refuse to use this one again.”
Before I could place the order, though, a searing-hot pain lanced straight through my head, like someone had jammed an icepick into my eye. I saw stars, and I heard Declan calling my name.