Chapter Seventeen

Roy let out a low moan as the hot water from the shower pounded his aching muscles. The stand off with Trent had been tense. Roy wasn’t in the mood to listen to any of the commonsense advice the wolf was spouting. He knew what Trent was trying to say made sense. Death was a part of life and that’s without the whole “if he dies, you will too” business that hadn’t even crossed Roy’s mind until Trent mentioned it. But all Roy could think was Clive was alone in his house with a really pretty twink, and while Marly was a mated omega, Roy wasn’t in his right mind. Trent was physically stopping him from being with Clive and another man.

He wasn’t sure who threw the first punch, but damn, they had both got a decent work out and running with another shifter in furry form was a rare fun Roy hadn’t enjoyed very often. By the time they both stumbled back into the kitchen, Roy felt lighter inside than he had in a week and the crawling ant syndrome was completely gone.

Pouring soap into his hands, Roy scrubbed over his chest and belly. His cock, persistently hard, was bobbing over his aching balls, begging for relief, but Roy just as persistently ignored it. Soothed by the fighting and the hot water, his mind drifted to the last time he and Clive made love.

It had been in the afternoon, before they went out on their date. All Roy could see in his mind was Clive bent over the bed, snarling at him to get a move on and fuck him. The tight heat around his cock as Clive met every pound of his with a backward thrust; the twisted grimace on his mate’s face as his spunk spilled all over the side of the covers.

Damn it. Roy turned the shower on full cold. The chilly blast did nothing to cool his heated blood. It’d been a week – a long and frustrating week since he’d done more than kissed his mate and while he knew Clive was willing, he just…he just…Shit, is that Clive groaning? Fuck. Maybe he’s fallen. Gods, please don’t let him be hurt again.

Shutting off the shower, Roy stopped long enough to grab a towel for his dripping hair, tying another one around his waist. Running into the bedroom he slid to a stop. His mouth fell open, his eyes focused on the sexy sight of Clive having a great time, without him.

The first thing he noticed was Clive’s puckered scar just below his collar bone. It was pale pink, with barely a hint of puffiness. Nothing like what it was when Clive was released from hospital. Clive had discarded his sling and was making full use of both hands. His thick, muscled body gleamed with a sheen of sweat, causing the hairs on his chest to glow in the light of the bedside lamp. Clive’s legs were wide apart, revealing the dark hair that surrounded his hole. One hand was jerking his cock, while the other cupped his balls, pulling them up so everything was exposed to Roy’s glare. His head was arched back on the mattress, his teeth showing in the grimace Roy loved to see. Clive was totally oblivious to Roy’s presence, focused entirely on his own pleasure.

A deep guttural groan forced its way from Roy’s chest and he had to squeeze the base of his cock before he embarrassed himself. His mouth dry, Roy licked his lips, wanting to say something…anything but then the hand on Clive’s balls went lower. Roy’s whole body trembled as he watched those fingers glistening with lube, teasing Clive’s hole. 

I should be the one doing that. I…. Roy gulped as the tip of Clive’s forefinger disappeared into Clive’s body. His feet moved before his brain caught up with them, and before he knew it he was there, on the bed between Clive’s thick thighs, gently knocking Clive’s hand away as he reached for the tube of lube.

“Took you long enough,” Clive panted as he grabbed a pillow and shoved it under his butt. “I thought I was going to have to finish without you.”

“Don’t talk.” Roy fumbled with the lube, coating his fingers through sheer luck than efficiency. The tightness around the first finger he pushed into his mate reminded him to be a little cautious, but his only goal was to get his mate’s hole lubed up and loose enough to take his cock. A rough hand carded through his hair, but Roy didn’t dare look up. His cock had pulled his body on board and he was ready to blow at the slightest provocation.

Well before he probably should, Roy was wiping lube on his cock and lining it up with the now loosened hole. His hips surged forward. Throwing his head back, Roy groaned at the ceiling as he pushed inside. His need was overwhelming, and it wasn’t until his balls were tickled by the hairs on Clive’s butt cheeks, that he registered a strong hand urging the top half of his body down.

Falling over his mate’s chest, Roy held himself still. Clive’s hole was hot and too tight for him to move. He strained with the effort of keeping his orgasm at bay, determined to last longer than the two seconds it would take him to come. But then Clive fisted his hair, pulling their faces together. “Kiss me,” Clive demanded.

Clive’s need equaled his – it was obvious in the way his mouth was plundered and how the fist in his hair tightened to the point of pain. Roy reveled in it – reveled in the strength of his wonderful mate who’d been understanding through absolutely everything. As soon as Clive’s body relaxed enough to let him, Roy powered into his mate.

There was no agitation in Clive’s scent now; just raw sexual hunger and the need to climax. Roy could feel it running through their bond, pushing his own body’s responses higher and higher. His teeth elongated and as Roy hit the point of no return, he bit down over Clive’s mating scar and Clive roared his approval. Spunk splashed between them and as the first taste of Clive’s blood hit his tongue, Roy hit his own climax. Earth shaking. Bone trembling. His balls felt as though they were trying to turn themselves inside out.

Disengaging his teeth from Clive’s now slumped body, Roy licked lovingly over the scar and then moved his head slightly and did the same over Clive’s other scar. Now he could see the bullet wound for what it was – proof positive Clive was a strong survivor and more importantly, he was alive. And all mine.

Letting out a long breath, Roy let his tongue wander over Clive’s jaw bone. “Fuck, I needed that,” he whispered as he took Clive’s lips more softly this time.

“Love you, too,” Clive smirked. “Now go and get a cloth before we stick together.”

“I don’t have a problem being stuck on you,” Roy managed to say with a perfectly straight face. Clive’s roar of laughter soothed the last jagged edges of his soul. They were going to be all right. He had a sudden random thought. “You know, we never did get those rings we were looking at,” he said as he carefully eased his cock out of Clive’s tight hold.

“It’s the first place we’ll go when I get the all clear to ride my bike again,” Clive promised. “And if you prefer a tattoo, I know just the guy.”

Yep. They were definitely going to be all right.