Beau would admit to feeling hurt when he found Liam talking with Simon in the kitchen, if he’d been asked. But, his logical brain recognized that Liam hadn’t left the living room because he wanted to talk to Simon specifically – he’d gone to be on his own and after the long and rotten day his sweet lion had had, Beau could understand and respect that. He was much the same and the pair of them would need to learn to lean on each other when times were difficult. He was confident that would come in time.
In the meantime, he had a more pressing worry – the one rubbing on his prostate with every move he made. Maybe raiding his mate’s drawer and finding his toy stash wasn’t his best idea. Inserting a plug that was probably larger than should be used for a first time, wasn’t clever either. But if it was ever a day for gestures, today was the day. Besides, Beau hadn’t forgotten the Fates promise of another mate coming into their lives at some point. He wanted to be sure that before that happened, he and Liam were as equally committed to their relationship as they could be. He didn’t want his sweet mate to have any doubts.
“You’re walking funny,” Liam said from behind him as they made their way upstairs after demolishing the leftover wings. “Did you get hurt shifting or something?”
“Not hurt,” Beau looked over his shoulder and waggled his eyebrows. “Horny. I need to get my jeans off before my balls get crushed.”
Liam blushed, but moved closer as they got to the top of the stairs and into Liam’s room. I guess it’s our room now, Beau thought, shoving ideas about their future housing to the side for now. “Why don’t you have a shower and I’ll be in bed waiting for you?”
“I’ll be quick.” Liam sped off, looking over his shoulder at Beau as he did. Seconds later, Beau heard the water running. Undoing his jeans was sheer relief; he felt as though his cock had been strangled for hours. How do people wear these all the time, he thought as he gently edged his jeans down his thighs. There was nothing for it; he was going to have to bend over. His cock jerked as his prostate sang and Beau made a grab for the base of his cock, squeezing it tightly.
“Mustn’t come, mustn’t come, mustn’t come. Fucking hell.” One of Beau’s feet was caught in his jeans and he hopped about, his balls tightening as the plug inside of him worked its magic. Irritated and so horny he thought he was going to combust, he bent down, yanking the offending material from around his feet.
“Oh, babe, that is one hell of a surprise.” Liam’s sultry purr sounded behind him. Beau’s first instinct was to straighten up, but if he did, he was going to come in spectacular fashion.
“Can you take it out?” He muttered, his face overheating. He hung his head, well aware of what he looked like. Hope he likes the view.
“Hmm,” Beau felt Liam’s heat behind him and then a hand landed on his ass. “It’s wonderfully pretty, holding your ass open like that.”
Beau shot up as the plug was jostled, squeezing the base of his dick as if his life depended on it. “I’m too damn close. How do people wear these things?”
“You’re wearing a Rocks Off Big Boy, babe,” Liam chuckled. “Did you push the button at the end of it?” Beau shuddered as he heard a light buzzing sound. His whole body throbbed and the grip on his dick got harder.
“Fuuuuuuck,” Beau could barely stand up. “I’m going to come. Get it out of me.”
A soothing hand caressed the base of his spine and then Beau felt the urge to push. The insides of his rectum swelled to meet the challenges of the three bulges that formed the plug and then he was empty; and strangely that didn’t feel as good as Beau thought it would.
“I could slide right in there,” Liam crooned, and Beau felt the slab of Liam’s cock twitch against his crack. “You used a mass of lube, babe.”
“Wasn’t sure it was going to fit.” Grabbing hold of Liam’s hand on his hip, Beau shuffled forward until he could lean on the bed. “Do it,” he said, the urge to bury his face in the covers so strong he could taste it. But instead he turned and looked at Liam over his shoulder. “I want to feel you in me.”
There was a flash of something, racing over Liam’s face to quickly to compute. But after a moment, Liam gave a short nod and his grin widened. “Brace yourself, babe.”
Looking back down at the covers, Beau willed his body to relax with long, deep exhales. Liam’s cock was more pliable than the plug had been, and warmer. His prostate tingled as Liam brushed over it, but this was more of a gentle slide, than the infuriating nudging from the plug. What was even better was the warmth of Liam’s body, the strength of his hands on Beau’s skin and the long deep moan Liam gave as he bottomed out.
Plugs should come with sound effects. Beau bit into the covers to stop himself from laughing at the idea. This was neither the time nor place, and yet as Liam’s hips started a gentle tapping tattoo on his ass, his own groans increased. This was nothing like the plug. For one thing, the plug was designed to tease; Liam was out to inflame. For another, Liam’s cock melted in his body; filling all the nooks and crannies, filling him up more capably than any foreign object could.
Beau started to rock backwards and forwards on his arms, wishing he’d had the foresight to climb onto the bed, but unwilling to do anything that might cause Liam to stop. His blood was heating, his phoenix lingering under his skin. A loud cry in his head let him know his bird was enjoying this – this show of power, this claiming because that’s exactly what is was. Yes, Liam might have bit him before, but it’d been Beau who’d taken his body. This, now, was something so much more. Beau could feel his mate’s tightly controlled power; could feel the caring that came with every stroke of his cock over his insides.
Having never done anything like this before, Beau was sure he’d find a dick in his ass tolerable at best – like the plug he’d managed to wear. But his body had never felt so alive and he wasn’t surprised to see his skin covered in flames. Sliding a hand down his front, he grasped hold of his cock that hadn’t gone down. The rough skin of his fingers around his sensitive length sent his flames higher. Liam grunted with every thrust. Harder and faster they moved together; their lust, bond and yes, Beau did dare think it, their love weaving a spell, binding them closer together.
Beau would never forget the sight of Liam sprawled dead on the ground. Despite his powers, it still hit him hard in the heart and now, as he matched Liam thrust for thrust, he vowed to live. To take whatever the Fate’s threw at him – his father’s anger, his brother’s disappearance, anything at all. No matter what their lives held, he knew he wasn’t alone and he’d never be alone ever again. His cock bounced in agreement and before he even knew what was happening, his orgasm hit him like a freight train.
Leaning his head on the mattress, Beau panted hard. There were spots in front of his eyes and his heart was pounding so hard he thought it would break. Behind him, Liam’s thrusts stuttered and then as though he was a rag dog, Liam pulled him up, plunging his fangs over his mating scar.
“Oh, my gods, again,” Beau moaned as his body, which was still coming down from his last orgasm, flared to life as his cock tried to spurt all over again. A series of rockets seem to go off from his guts, flaring out over his body as his nervous system tried to cope with the sensations. The last few dribbles pulsing from his dick seemed to drain all the life out of him. Ball’s aching, his body still thrumming from their claiming, Beau passed out.
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Liam felt the slump as Beau blacked out, quickly supporting his weight so his dick didn’t get sheared off at the root. The chemical aftermath of his orgasm was still pinging its way around his body as he laid his still slightly flaming mate on the bed. Beau’s flames fascinated him, the way they danced over his skin. Yet nothing, not him or the bedding were even singed. Wondering if this happened every time Beau had sex with someone, Liam decided he wasn’t going to ask. His lion was in an unusually possessive mood, and he really didn’t want to know the answer.
“My mate,” Liam eyed Beau fondly, before heading to the bathroom to get a washcloth. There’d been a moment, when Beau offered up his ass, Liam had worried this was all because of what happened with Theo; as if Beau was paying him back in some way or something equally as silly. In that split second, Liam wanted to refuse, but his lust and overpowering need for his mate wouldn’t let him. He was a powerful shifter in his own right; claiming his mate made him feel like a king.
“A king who still has to clean the sex toys,” he muttered as he picked up the plug Beau had used from the floor. Taking care of the cleanup, both the plug and Beau, Liam finally slipped into bed beside his sleeping mate, wrapping around him and closing his eyes. Beau’s gentle breathing and quiet heartbeat were soothing, making Liam feel safe and cherished. But sleep eluded him. Finally, in a space where he could be alone with his thoughts, Liam went over the events from the day; it wasn’t every day he killed someone and then came back from the dead himself so there was a lot to think about.
What do you call it when you arise from the dead, still in the same form as you were at the moment of death? Liam wasn’t sure. He’d heard of reincarnation; it was something a lot of paranormal beings believed in. But in those instances, a spirit left the body, passed over and then later was reborn as a baby into a different life. What he’d experienced was totally different. Liam had been aware of everything up to the moment of death, but after that it was a bit of a blur until he caught sight of Beau watching him come through the flames.
Would Beau have saved Theo in the same way if Theo had bitten him without consent as he originally planned? Liam stroked over Beau’s short hair as he thought about it. Loyalty among mates was another one of those golden rules all paranormals lived by. If it hadn’t have been for his animal spirit pushing him on, Liam could never have taken Theo’s life, no matter what he said.
Even while Liam’s human side struggled to come to terms with the knowledge Theo was possessed, his lion took a more simplistic view. Demons were a threat and despite his familiar snooty attitude, Theo lost the core part of who he was the moment the demon took the place of his lion’s spirit.
Poor Theo. His mind came up with a dozen different scenarios, trying to justify what Theo had done. But whatever his reasons, Theo had to live and die as a consequence of his decisions. Did he suffer because he walked away from me? Liam shook his head. He was never going to get the answers he was looking for so there was no point in fretting about things he couldn’t change.
Keeping his eyes closed, Liam purposefully emptied his brain, focusing only on Beau’s slow and measured breaths, and the warmth and solidness of his body. If he sent a silent plea to the fates in the hopes Theo might find a chance at a better life next time around, no one would ever know about it but him.