With what he’d heard, Liam didn’t think he’d ever see the end of his dick wrapped up in Beau’s sensuous lips. But he couldn’t deny how it felt, even if he couldn’t believe his eyes. His fingers itched to grab Beau’s head and pull him further onto his length, but he resisted…barely. Beau was clearly a novice, but fuck, he was enthusiastic, licking and sucking on the head of Liam’s eager cock. It was there, right on the tip of his tongue – that old adage, “you don’t have to do that,” but Liam couldn’t force himself to say the words. After so long, with only orgasms from his own hand, he was in heaven.
A short-lived heaven. His mate’s proximity, overwhelming scent and that feeling as if his balls were ready to burst; Liam could already feel the tingles running up his spine.
“Beau,” he warned with a growl. “I’m gonna….”
Beau looked up, his mouth still full and then he winked. He winked! And that tiny gesture was too much for Liam’s libido. Doing his best not to thrust, grab Beau’s hair or make a fool of himself, he locked his knees as his orgasm hit him like a hurricane. Expecting Beau to pull off, he was doubly surprised when Beau groaned and kept on sucking. Resting his hands on his mate’s shoulders, Liam shuddered his way through the aftershocks, trying desperately to stay upright.
“Enough, enough,” he growled as Beau didn’t seem to want to let his cock go. Amazingly he was still hard, but then he was with his mate and a shifter. He gently pushed Beau back onto the mattress, climbing over him. “You’re going to fuck me,” he said, nipping up Beau’s torso. “I’ll prepare myself, but you’re going to stick that cock of yours inside of me if it’s the last thing we do.”
Beau’s response was to throw the lube at him. Cupping Beau’s head with one hand, and reaching back with the other, yeah, I’m not good at multi-tasking, but Liam didn’t want Beau speaking about anything. A tongue in the man’s delicious mouth stopped that happening, but damn, he wished he had longer arms. Fortunately, his ass was pretty much stretched. An overly long session he’d had the night before with his dildo saw to that. Liam could only hope, as he pushed lube into his hole and played tonsil hockey with Beau, that he wouldn’t be alone the next time that dildo came out to play.
“That’s enough,” he said with a gasp, pulling his lips away from his mate’s. “You just stay there, I’m going to sit on you. I’m going to impale myself on this hunk of manhood and when the time is right, I’m going to bite you. If you don’t want that, say something now.”
“I won’t last.”
“I don’t care. Do you want this?”
“I know you’ve got no reason to trust me….”
Liam slammed his hand over Beau’s mouth. “Yes or no?” He lifted his hand slightly and Beau’s tongue ran over his palm.
“Yes. Yes. For fuck’s sake yes.”
Deciding to exploit Beau’s oral fixation later, Liam reached back. Beau’s cock was easy to find; it’d been nudging his ass constantly. Thick and long, Liam’s favorite kind, he held it up, awkwardly getting to his knees. It took a bit of wiggling; it would have been easier to be facing the other way. But Liam wanted to see his mate’s face as he took him. He had to get one thing he’d dreamed of with his mating right.
It was a tight fit; Liam knew it would be, but unlike Beau, he was used to the stretch and burn. Breathing out steadily, his eyes closed, he let his body relax, sinking down slowly as Beau’s cock filled him like no other before. The lube he’d used was a bonus, seeing as he’d forgotten to coat Beau’s length in it before he started. But it wasn’t long before his butt cheeks kissed the top of Beau’s thighs; his insides stretched in ways he’d only imagined. It was glorious. Only then did he open his eyes and check on his mate.
“You look fucking amazing, sitting on my cock like that.” Beau’s eyes were golden, flames dancing over his torso and flickering down his arms. Liam picked up Beau’s hands which were fisted in the coverlet and placed them on his bunched thighs.
“You can touch, I won’t break.”
“I don’t dare move. Too close.” Beau’s jaw was tight, and Liam wiggled his hips eliciting a long drawn out moan.
Oh, you are going to be so much fun to tease, Liam thought as he leaned over, riding up Beau’s cock as he did so. “Move,” he muttered as he slammed back down again.
Like a racehorse out of the starting gate, Beau’s hips thrust up, almost unseating Liam who braced himself on Beau’s chest. It seemed he wasn’t going to have to do much of the work; Beau had a powerful thrust even from a prone position. Unwilling to even consider where he learned those moves, Liam hunched forward as Beau’s knees came up and the thrusts got faster and harder as Beau found more leverage.
Riding a cock was never Liam’s favorite position, not hard and fast and especially when the man underneath him was calling the shots. But he wasn’t going to complain. Fuck, he hadn’t felt so stretched in what felt like forever, and as he bounced up and down, his hole pounded to the brink of pain, Liam’s lion roar almost blew his mind. This was it. His claiming and as Liam opened his heart his doubts disappeared, and he knew he was ready for it.
Beau’s hands left his hips, the bigger man pulling him down and holding him close. Beau’s chest scorched his and Liam tilted his neck instinctively as his fangs dropped. His roar was audible this time as he felt a sharp strike where his neck met his shoulder, then nothing but bliss – pure, overwhelming, all consuming bliss. His untouched cock needed no encouragement and as his come squelched between them he felt Beau stiffen and a fiery warmth seared his insides.
One sniff, a lick and Liam buried his fangs in Beau’s neck; his lion’s spirit reaching out for Beau’s phoenix. Swirling through his mind, all Liam could see was flames and his lion’s typically sandy fur took on a golden hue. He caught the impression of a bird, but nothing like he’d seen in real life, but his lion chuffed at him, letting him know the bond was sealed.
Carefully releasing his fangs, Liam barely had time to lick over the wound before his face was covered in kisses. “Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you.” Beau’s babble was cute and with the cock inside of him slowly softening, Liam rolled them over, caressing his mate’s lips with his own.
“Mine,” he said softly quietly thrilled with Beau’s debauched expression.
“Definitely and you’re all mine too.”
Liam’s head found a natural home on Beau’s shoulder, and with their arms slung around each other, they nuzzled and cuddled until the drying come made things decidedly itchy. A wave of Beau’s hand and it was gone. With his lion sated, and Beau’s scent filling his nose, Liam finally fell into the deepest sleep he’d had for over a month.
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Beau was almost afraid to sleep; worried if he did, he’d wake and find his arms empty as they had been for so long. Although the slight ache on his shoulder was a comfort – Liam had surprisingly long fangs - Beau couldn’t help but feel he could have handled their claiming so much better. His sweet lion had every reason to be distrustful of everyone, and yet he was the most understanding shifter Beau had ever met.
You, on the other hand, have led a charmed life, never had to face personal adversity, and you couldn’t even let him in your ass…. Yeah, Beau was feeling like he’d fucked up in a major way. In his defense, he’d never considered mating a man. It wasn’t that he wasn’t attracted to them, he just had a lot more experience with women. Originally, he didn’t know any better and simply responded to women’s overtures that were commonplace once he’d shifted for the first time. He’d been living in his father’s house at the time and seeing his father proud every time he slipped away from parties with a female on his arm was heady stuff when he was young.
It was his biological mother who explained the facts of life to him once he’d turned twenty – how phoenixes were bisexual and that they always had two mates. His father was delighted he sired two sons and expected his boys to provide the next generation of Ferris’s – indeed, that was one of the reasons he gave for not following a mating pull until the other two mates had met. Apparently, once the couple met and cemented their own bond; meeting them, claiming them and having babies could be done in a relatively short time without any emotional hassle.
The old man never once considered all three mates could be male. Beau thought back to Noah’s comments earlier that day. His calling Noah in to help him with Theo was instinctual. The brothers had always turned to each other in times of need. Be it business, or needing an excuse to fob off an overly clingy date, they were always there for each other.
Noah pulled him aside when Liam was talking to his brothers, letting him know his father was already aware of Beau’s ‘transgressions’. Apparently, it was a tossup what upset his Father more – the fact he had two male mates, or that he’d not waited until Liam and Theo had claimed each other before ‘interfering’ as his father called it. Only Noah’s promise to his father that he’d handle the situation, appeased the man enough to keep him on his side of the ocean, but they both knew that could change anytime.
It’s too late now, and as Beau watched Liam sleeping, he couldn’t dredge up a scrap of guilt. Liam was perfect for him in every way. The décor of his mate’s room was a little unusual. Earlier he’d been too focused on Liam’s sexy body to notice anything about the room. If he hadn’t had been so distracted, he never could have missed the array of cuddly toys filling a large corner bookcase. He smiled in the darkness. Liam wouldn’t need his toys or the comfort from his brother and pack anymore. Settling down into the covers, Beau made a vow to ensure he’d meet Liam’s affection needs and anything else he wanted. As for that little matter about him bottoming for his mate anytime soon; a quiet conversation with Noah about what preparation spell he could use should do the trick. As he finally allowed himself to fall asleep, Beau knew he was purposefully not thinking about the one thorn in his new relationship. Theo. That could wait until morning.