Page 5 of Teas’d (Evergreen Council)

I giveLuc a considered head to toe, never a hardship, but this time I’m searching for clues. “You really want me to wear these? And what, just run around for a bit then bend over or…?”

Luc chuckles. “I can do better than bend you over the nearest available surface, babe. Although, if you need a quickie to focus your attention for a second round, I’ll never say no.” His hand is already moving to his zip as his pupils expand, and the orangey rim that signifies his wolf is close to the surface appears around his irises.

Saliva pools in my mouth and I drop to my knees as if I’ve been karate-chopped, my own fingers scrabbling at my flies. “Fuck my mouth?”

“By the Goddess, you really are perfect,” Luc sighs, not for the first time. “Let me in, darling.” He taps the head of his gorgeous cock against the corner of my still-compressed lips. “Or do you want me to coerce you?” His eyes gleam a little brighter.

I nod frantically, my mate’s initial suggestion already forgotten. Our sex life has burned hotter and hotter as our bond strengthens, meaning I would trust him to do anything with or to me. It turns out Luc has a wee bit of a control kink going on, which suits me just fine. I get off hard on being bossed about.

When I refuse to open up, Luc fists a handful of my hair and tilts my gaze up to his. “You will let me in and you will suck me,” he states with a calculated calmness I’d find terrifying if it were anyone but him laying down such a command. “I will make you obey me.”

I swallow and try to turn my head away to avoid him seeing my grin. I’m so hard, I could drill a hole through the stone walls of this tower room. When did I become such a freak for this kind of behaviour?

Since you met someone who wanted nothing from you except for what you wanted to give freely.Oh, yeah, that.

I wait, knowing there’s more.

“Charley. Focus.” I snap my eyes back to his, drowning in the honey-whisky sweetness I find there. “There you are. What’s your safeword?”

I won’t be able to speak. We both know that. I wrap my free hand around his thigh and pinch. Luc nods. “Good boy. A squeeze for slow down, two sharp pinches for stop. I will always listen.”

He’s adorable when he’s like this. Apparently, the poor guy is still kinda traumatised over his insistence I was used and abused under age, even declaring on one notable occasion that he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he ever hurt me. Pillock. We’ve got the bond for that. I don’t think he’s capable of causing me pain. Not unless it’s the kind that revs my motor.

Luc’s thumb pushes against the corner of my mouth, seeking entrance. I endeavour to resist, but it’s hopeless because I want him so badly. He forces me to open up, his roughness triggering my fangs to slide down. I catch the edge of the digit and it’s his turn to gasp. He withdraws his thumb and stares at the fat drop of scarlet liquid clinging to it.

“You’ve never drawn blood before, babe,” he breathes. The bond is humming, but there’s no alarm coming from him, merely astonishment. I stay stock still and wait for his signal. “Lick it and seal the wound,” he says gruffly, so I do, noting with interest that little Luc is still raring to go.

“No feeding from my cock, you fangy menace. You’re going to make me come before you spill for that. Get your paws off your dick.”

My whimper of frustration only exacerbates his excitement. “Fuck, yesss.” His hiss of pleasure as he slides right in, stretching my mouth wide, goes right to my balls. I have to concentrate now, because unlike full-blooded vamps, I do still have to breathe. I adore it when Luc chokes me, but I don’t want to fully pass the fuck out.

He gives me time to adjust, then holds me firmly around the back of my head as he begins to rock his hips. His smell, his taste, are home for me, the faintly earthy musk of him my lighthouse in this stormy sea we call life. I cough a bit, so he backs off, then I inhale deeply through my nose and sink forward until the fat crown of his dick cuts off my airway. Luc picks up the pace, all the while murmuring words of praise and love that rain down on me like precious jewels as his thrusts destroy my ability to breathe. He’s the lover I never wanted, had never searched for or even knew existed, and yet here I am, barely out of my teens and welded to him for the rest of our lives. I wouldn’t change a thing.

Tears pool in my eyelids as I feel him swell in my throat. I must make some kind of noise as Luc thumbs away the wetness under one of my eyes.

“I love you so damn much, Charley,” he grunts. “Your tears make me crazy. Fuck, not gonna last.”

His thighs tremble under my palms as his rhythm stutters, then with another softer grunt, he comes in a hot burst down my throat, pulling back just enough that I’m able to suck in a nasal breath as I swallow. Stars burst behind my eyelids as he empties himself into me. Jeez, that was close. I reckon I’d have passed out if he’d taken any longer.

Luc takes a few deep gulps of air, his chest heaving as his grip on my head tightens momentarily. “Fucking Christ, that was good.” He releases me then hauls me to my feet, shoving his tongue into my mouth to steal my breath all over again with a bruising kiss.

“You love tasting yourself on me, don’t you?” I ignore the steel bar of my erection pressing into his thigh as I croak my question.

Luc nods, then exhales a shaky breath. “You didn’t come.” He sounds surprised. So he should be; I’m amazed I didn’t make a mess of the rug I was kneeling on.

“Waited, like you said.” He bites his lip at the dry wheeze coming from me.

“Oh, baby, I really wrecked you this time, huh?” He kisses me again, sweetly this time. “I’d say I’m sorry, but I’m not going to lie to your face. Get onto the bed and I’ll take care of you.”

He peels off my jeans and gives an appreciative nod at my new jockstrap. It’s for decorative purposes only, but I happen to think I look hot in it. Apparently so does he, because instead of ripping off the jockstrap and diving on my aching dick like I expect him to, he rolls me over and pushes me around until I’m head down, arse up on the covers.

“That is some view,” he sighs happily. The bond hums with his pleasure, filling me up with what feels like golden light inside. It’s been weird adjusting to someone else’s presence in my…my consciousness, I suppose you’d say, but now I’m used to it, I’d feel bereft without knowing I can always sense Luc with me.

Because I’m getting desperate for some action, I snark at him. “Won’t lick itself.”

He slaps my arse cheek. “Now I might not bother.” I whine and his laugh is loud in the quiet of our stone-built hideaway. “Don’t be silly. Like I could resist this perfect peach for more than ten seconds.” The mattress dips as he shuffles up behind me. “Hands flat on the bed, gorgeous. I’m going to make you scream.”

The wet stripe he paints down my lower spine has me arching towards him. Two warm hands close around my hips, anchoring me to the duvet. The second swipe of his tongue goes lower, but not quite low enough. I can’t help the whimper that breaks free, but I’m pinned in place, waiting on Luc to bring the relief he’s promised. And he will, if I’m patient.

I groan happily as his hands move across my buttocks, then I feel my hole stretch as his strong thumbs expose me fully to him. Swear to God, I can feel his gaze warming my arse. The cheeks on my face also heat, because I’m a slut for this kind of attention but it’s also a bit intense. My cock jerks against the confines of my underwear impatiently, reminding me I’m primed to go off like the proverbial rocket at the slightest provocation. When he bends forward and his hot breath gusts over my arsehole, I shiver. “More, please,” I beg.

Luc takes pity on me. He licks, wiggles, and probes me with his amazing tongue as I make what I’m sure are highly embarrassing noises. I don’t care. I’m hovering in that space where nothing exists apart from the intimate press of him against me. The golden light fills my head completely now, wrapping us in a bubble of two, buffered from the outside world by our connection and so much love.

Distantly, I hear the telltale snick of the lube, and brace myself not to jump when a cold finger replaces Luc’s heated mouth. He opens me up efficiently, one finger quickly becoming two. I start to pant and rock back against them, the fullness welcome as I know Luc won’t be able to fuck me with his cock so soon after blowing his load.

“D’you want fast or slow, babe?” His voice is a low purr by my ear, throaty and full of promise.

I want to lie and say slow, because it’s exquisite agony when he edges me, but the desire to bust is now more of a need. “Fast,” I croak, then, “Love you.”

“I love you more.” He manhandles me until I’m upright, kneeling back into the solid weight of him, his fingers still buried deep inside me. Somehow he wedges me against his chest, then slips his free hand under the fabric of my jock to caress my balls until I’m moaning loudly.

“Jesus fucking Christ, you fucking sadist. My cock.” My plea is a wet rasp of broken syllables and he chuckles.

“But I love seeing you insensible with need,” he croons.

“Luc…”

“Say ‘please’,” he reminds me. Bastard teasing bastard. I can barely form words.

“Please,” I whisper.

He wrenches the jockstrap out of the way and wraps his hand around my length, giving my cock the exact pressure I need. Up, down, up again, a twist of his buried digits in my arse, repeated two, three times, and both my heads explode. My vision disappears in a montage of blinding colours as my orgasm overwhelms all my senses. Safe in Luc’s embrace, I give in and slump against him.

When I come to properly, he’s already wiped us both down. I’m lying on the bed, covered with a blanket as he watches me, his eyes now their usual human amber with no trace of the wolf visible.

“Hi. Do you want a drink?” I nod, and he tilts a lidded cup towards my mouth, bending the silicone straw so I don’t even have to raise my head. I suck down half the liquid in it before recognising the taste. “Pavel made blueberry punch?” I’m still a bit loopy, but this reminds me of a party Baxter threw when I gorged myself on a typically Fae concoction.

Luc smiles. “Not quite. This is a new recipe. He’s been playing about with some ideas. It’s alcohol free, for the times nobody needs to get smashed, but it’s also got a secret ingredient. He says if you guess, he’ll be impressed.”

“Huh,” I grumble. “Every day does not have to be a school day. What if I refuse to guess?” Already I can feel the hoarseness in my throat easing. “Whatever it is, I bet you don’t find it anywhere on the Earthly plane.”

Luc leans over to kiss me. “It’s not like he’s going to stop feeding you, is it? And yes, that is a good assumption.”

“He’s got too close to Isher for it to be anything else,” I say thoughtfully. “Those two didn’t strike me as likely buddies, but if I can’t find one of them, I’m likely to bump into him near the other.” I adore Pavel, and I’ve grown very fond of my Fae mentor, so it pleases me to think they’re developing their own friendship.

I yawn and stretch, my gaze catching on the items Luc had handed to me earlier.

“Does it get you hot, the idea of me in ears and a tail?” I ask him. I have to admit, the butt plug looks like a lot of fun, but cat ears? They’re kind of fancy too, not the kind you’d pick up from the market for a couple of quid.

To my shock, Luc blushes. “Um, yeah, maybe?” he hedges. “But obviously not unless you’re happy to wear them.” His colour deepens. “I, uh,” he clears his throat, “the idea of chasing you through the woods when you’ve got a tail is incredibly appealing.” Lord, if he reddens any more, Pavel can cook dinner on him. “I didn’t like to assume you’d be okay with a wolf tail, ’cause vamp, so uh, yeah…” His discomfort is palpable, but I’m mean so I bust out in giggles.

“You’re fucking adorable when you’re flustered.” Jeez, I’m getting hard again thinking about it. “So, what, you want me dressed how exactly? Naked but for the?—”

“Christ, no!” His denial is instantaneous. “You’re mine, Charley, I don’t want anyone else perving on you in that way. Fully clothed but,” and his eyes now burn as hot as his cheeks, “maybe with some kind of easy fastening on the back of your jeans so the tail pokes out.” Evidently fully committed to this fantasy he blurts, “So it looks real, like you’ve partially shifted.”

“Well, ain’t you a dark horse?” I murmur, my cock now fully on board with this idea. “Just one request though. Can we get Dad to mark the woods as out of bounds when we decide to do this? I’m brazen as fuck, but I’m not sure even I want to explain this to anyone on the estate.”

Luc is in fervent agreement with this as an essential part of the plan. With me still chuckling a bit at what a secret kinkster my boyfriend has turned out to be, we snuggle down for a nap.

A while later, when we’ve dozed, then showered, I’m standing by one of the windows looking out across the grounds. Daddy dearest has too much land to think of the space surrounding this house as simply ‘the garden’. Luc comes up and nestles his head on my shoulder, more easily than he usually can because I’m slouching.

“Whatcha thinking?” His arms slide around my waist.

“I was wondering if a kitten would get overwhelmed and lonely in such a big place. Am I being unfair to want one so badly?”

I feel Luc’s surprise through the bond. He’s silent for a full two minutes, then offers, “There’s a lot of evidence now to support having indoor cats. Something about it being cruel to expose them to potential injury when they’re bred to be pets. If Dalziel agrees to a kitten, I don’t see why people couldn’t just check before opening a door. It’s not like a cat would get bored in a house this size.”

I digest this. I’d seen folks expounding the ‘keep cats indoors’ theory, but they always seemed to be people with poky flats, not guys like me who live in a freaking castle, manor house, whatever this place is. Maybe cats truly don’t miss what they’ve never had and I’m being too judgey.

“So, what you’re saying is, you think you’d be okay with a kitten?” I’m pushing him, I’m aware, but the heart wants what it wants.

A huff of breath against my neck. “I’m saying you’re impossible, but I’m open to persuasion. But you really will need Dalziel to be okay with it first. Even if nobody else wants a kitten, they’ll listen to him. No one would dare mistreat it either.”

“That’s true. Although, God knows what Pavel would be like. Another of his master’s ‘offspring’” — I put the word in finger quotes — “to spoil might just finish him off. He’d be giddy, I bet you.” I heave a sigh at persuading Dad though. I get the feeling it might be an uphill task.

It’s not an outright no from Luc though. I turn and see Blake sitting in a corner of the room on an old cushion, his stuffed expression rather smug.

“What d’you think, Blakey boy? D’you like the idea of being a big brother?”

Luc’s grin as I twist all the way around and pull him back against me tells me everything I need to know about how much fun we’re going to have while I work on persuading him he wants to be a cat dad.