Chapter Four
My mate didn't move a muscle as I used a warm rag to wipe him down, and then climbed in the bed, maneuvering him, so that I was spooning his sweet body. I covered us in a blanket, even though, I was sure I'd be sweating within minutes.
I just needed him to feel safe, and warm.
He'd said it had been a while since he'd slept without a blanket. Which told me, he'd at one time not only done it, but had been used to being cold. And that wasn't even close to covering all the ways my pretty angel had been abused.
The one thing Brian Avers had done right, was killing that bastard who'd tried to rape Rory. For everything else, I was going to be sure to make him suffer.
I'd already started the process of luring him in. Now, all I needed were a few photographs, and the man would practically be hand delivering himself to me.
I smiled as I drifted off, pulling my sweet mate tighter to my body, amazed at the feel of him. At the difference having the right person next to you made.
***
"Pretty Angel," I said softly, shaking Rory's thin shoulder, and trying my best not to notice how smooth and soft his skin was against my hand. "You need to wake up. I want to feed you before you go to work."
My beauty stretched, arching sweetly, as he rolled onto his back. "Green? What time is it?"
"It's four in the morning. I was going to let you sleep, but I didn't think you'd want to be late."
Rory's hair was a tangled mess around his head, and he had creases on his smooth cheek, as his eyes popped open. "I slept for seventeen hours?!"
I smiled, watching his beautiful blue eyes. "You did. Now sit up, I brought food."
He scooted up, blushing when the blanket fell, showing off his thin torso.
I sat the tray on his lap once he got the blanket up and tucked under his armpits. It was cute how modest he was being. But someday, I'd have him comfortable enough he'd completely forgot he was naked around me.
"You guys eat a lot, don't you?" He was looking down at the tray, letting his long, beautiful hair fall in his face, but I could hear the smile in his voice.
I looked at the tray and smiled too. There was two, halved slices of toast and two eggs, but I had maybe gone a little overboard on the bacon. I mean, it was pretty normal for me to eat an entire package of bacon, and then some. Probably not so much for sweet little humans, such as himself.
Chuckling, I kissed his forehead. "Probably, but I've noticed you don't eat enough."
Sinking in on himself, Rory tried to pull the blanket up higher. "I know I'm really skinny. But I was never fed all that well when I was in my cell, and since I've been on my own, food isn't always something I've been able to afford. But even now, my appetite just isn't there sometimes."
"Sh." I lifted his chin so I could see his gorgeous face. "I didn't mean it like that at all, Pretty Angel. You have a beautiful body. I just don't want you to feel like you have to hold back anymore. There will always be plenty of food now that you are here with me."
"How is this even possible?" He whispered, looking at me like I was something to be in awe of. "How can someone like you, really want someone like me?"
"You mean someone that is strong, and sweet? Someone who has been through so much in his short, short life, but somehow doesn't carry around the bitterness that most people who haven't been through a quarter of what you have, pull to their body like a crutch?
"Or maybe, you mean someone whose skin is the color of the creamiest vanilla ice cream with just a hint of peach? Skin that I might add, looks its absolute best when pressed against mine. Or maybe, you mean someone so beautiful, he has the ability to stop conversations when he walks in the room. Or the ability to nearly make me come just by looking at him with his lovely body on display?
"Tell me, Pretty Angel. What is someone like you?" I said the last in a whisper against his mouth, because I simply couldn't resist those pouty, pink lips anymore.
His eyes fell closed, and it was only the thought of us spilling the hot coffee on his precious skin that kept me from falling into that kiss completely.
"I like the person you make me sound like," he said, blushing and dropping his head, as he smiled softly.
"I like the person you are."
Biting his lip, Rory frowned, clearly thinking as he scooped up some egg and put it on the corner of a piece of toast.
I watched him eat, smiling when I could tell he was starting to get full, but didn't want to disappoint me, so kept on.
"You don't have to eat it all, Pretty Angel. You look like you're going to get sick."
"But you made it for me." He paused, looking down at his food with a soft smile. "Nobody has ever made me breakfast. The wolves used to just throw granola bars at me. When they remembered to feed me in the morning."
Grabbing the tray and setting it aside, I gathered my precious mate into my arms, smiling when I felt him nuzzle against my neck. "I could seriously murder each and every one of those motherfuckers," I growled, running my hand down the slightly tangled, but still silky soft locks of my pretty angel's hair.
"I don't think I want to find my mate," Rory said softly, making me choke on my own spit.
While I sputtered, and tried to breathe like a normal person, Rory rubbed my back softly, frowning.
Finally, able to form words without that awful tickle in my throat, I asked, "Why don't you want to find your mate?"
Biting his lip, which was really starting to be one of my favorites of his habits, and looking down at his lap, he paused. "Uh, I just…I really like…you."
His voice had gotten so quiet and unsure. Like he wasn't sure those feelings were welcome. But how could he not see?
Hugging him hard against me, I pressed kisses to the side of his head, down his beautiful, scarred face, and over to his lips. "Oh, Pretty Angel. That's what I was waiting to tell you this morning. I knew we pushed you a little far yesterday, so I decided to wait until you slept on it. I'm your mate. I'm the one who you are going to spend forever with."
Tears spilled over his beautiful eyes, as he looked me over. I've never seen someone look at me like I was the answer to every question they'd ever had. But this young person, who'd been through so much, was looking at me like that.
"How is this possible?" He brought a shaking hand to the side of my face, rasping his fingers against my slight scruff. "Are you going to claim me?"
Groaning, I pressed my forehead to his, closing my eyes. "Yes. Every fucking chance I get. I just wish I had time, right now."
"It'll give me something to look forward to, while I’m at work."
I grinned, opening my eyes, so I could look at my pretty angel.
I needed his mouth on mine. I needed my mouth on his body. I took his lips, sucking his tongue when it darted out to meet mine. He moaned, pulling back to watch me with a shy smile as he eased off of my lap and then back into it, straddling my legs with his own.
His body settled against mine, his ass fitting perfectly into my palms when I skimmed up his legs and then cupped his silky perfection.
His hands settled awkwardly on my shoulders, his eyes watching my face for a reaction. I smiled, squeezing his globes, and pulling him closer, pinning his dick against my abs, as mine rode the crease next to his balls, through the fabric of my sweats. His blue eyes darkened further, and he wrapped his arms round my neck, pushing his fingers into my hair, and pulling me to him for a kiss I was happy to let him have control over.
When he started to ride me, I let my eyes roll back, as I gripped his ass, and let him suck my tongue. His taste was perfection, and the sucking on my tongue felt like a mouth on my dick.
His rhythm suffered as his body tensed, and hot seed splashed up between us. The smell of my mate was intoxicating, and unable to control the beast in me that wanted to taste him, I flipped him on to his back and immediately started lathing my tongue against his firm skin, licking up every drop on his sated body.
When his taste hit my tongue, I yowled against his skin, as jet after jet of my own cum shot from my dick, soaking my sweats.
I didn't stop licking until I was sure there was nothing left, and I wasn't surprised that my body continued to ring more cum out with every lick. He was just that delicious.
***
"Did you just take a picture of me?" Rory finished filling my coffee cup up, frowning at the phone in my hand.
"I did." Pulling it back up, I showed him the picture, smiling at the accidental pouty face he'd been making.
Even with his scars on display like that, and maybe because of them, he could have been a model, he was so beautiful.
"Why?" He seemed agitated. "And you got my bad side."
I latched onto his wrist, getting his attention when he was about to top off Foster's coffee. "One, all your sides are absolutely gorgeous, pretty angel. And two, there are a couple different reasons I'm taking pictures of you."
When he raised his eyebrow in a somewhat impatient "well?" gesture, I smirked, liking his feisty side just as much as I did his shy side.
"I want pictures of you. I want to be able to pull my phone out during a long day at the house, and look at you." His eyes dropped to the table, and he frowned slightly. "And the other reason, is something that I believe is in your best interest, and I'm going to wait to tell you until it's all done, okay?"
He frowned harder, but nodded. "I can't afford plastic surgery, Green. Maybe someday, but not now."
My eyes widened, and my grip tightened a little on his wrist. "What? Do you think I'm taking before pictures?"
Not to be offensive to my mate, but that just seemed like such a ridiculous assumption to jump too.
Scoffing, he sat the carafe down, leaning a hip against the table. "Well, since I'm your mate, you're kinda stuck with me. It'd make sense if you'd want to have my face fixed. It's not like I haven't wished I could every day since I got away."
"That makes sense?" I frowned over at Foster, who also seemed to be having a hard time processing the idea that plastic surgery for something neither of us saw as a flaw, was a sensible answer.
"You have to admit. They're pretty unsightly." Rory shrugged, making my heartache.
Not caring that Rory was busy, and Bunny was probably going to ring my neck, I pulled my mate down into my lap, and kissed his scars, up and down, one by one. "If someday, you decide you want to get rid of these marks, I'll support you completely. Not because I find them unattractive or in any way a distraction from just how beautiful you are, pretty angel. But because I'm not the one who has to bear them. And I know they represent something that was very traumatizing."
I traced my favorite one. The one that went through both of his beautiful lips. The one I always wanted to follow with my tongue down into his mouth. "But if you decide to keep them to show the world what you have survived. To show everyone your strength, I will kiss them every day for the rest of our lives, so you always know how happy I am that you survived."
Rory made a slightly distressed sound, and buried his head in my neck. I felt the heat, and wetness from his tears, and squeezed him tight, knowing these last few days hadn't been easy on my little love.
When he pulled back, there was a tender smile on his gorgeous face. "You're right. I could be dead, right now. I don't know if I'll ever completely be comfortable with these." He ran his fingertips over the grooves in his face. "But if they don't bother you, maybe I can try to look at them the way you do."
"The way we all do," Foster said, clearing his throat when we both turned to look at him. "The way everyone in the leap looks at you, Rory."
Smiling shyly, my mate dropped his head. After a second, he sighed, pushing his shoulders back, and getting up to grab the carafe, and finish filling up Foster's coffee.
When Rory walked away, I smiled at Foster, wanting to laugh at just how uncomfortable he looked. "Thanks, man."
"I didn't say anything that wasn't true." He didn't look at me, as he took a sip of his coffee. "You going to let me involve my people? A shifter prison will give that disgusting asshole about the same amenities he gave your sweet boy."
"I'll think about it. I just really want to feel the life leave his body. But at the same time. I feel like it will be too quick that way."
Shrugging, Foster took a sip of his coffee. "Vengeance for your mate is your right. Nobody would bat an eye. Just let me know. Either way, Kinsey said, he'd like to question him. There might be more involved. He had to be advertising him in some market. It sure would be nice to know which one."
***
"Oh damn," Rory groaned, covering his face with his hands. "What are we doing here?"
Chuckling, I leaned over my truck's console, and kissed my mates temple, smirking at him, when he peeked sideways at me between his fingers.
"It's so humiliating that you saw me do that," he mumbled into his hands, looking out at the very spot I'd watched him bathe in just two days before.
"Well, It was one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen." I reached over the seat, into the back, and grabbed the bundle I'd stored back there before I'd taken him to work, and the bag Bunny had packed for me while Rory had been running around cleaning tables before Ward and Arry showed up for their shifts.
The new waiter was supposed to be starting in a week, to relieve Arry, but that still left Ward, who was being the exceptionally friendly––extreme sarcasm being used here––cook.
I personally didn't even think she was looking for a cook now. She'd already said she was going to take over mornings for Ridley when he couldn't work anymore, and I think she was too happy with the arrangement she currently had to cut Ward loose.
Bunny could be a mean one sometimes.
"What's all that?" If Rory had dog ears, they would have perked up when I pulled everything into the front seat.
"I thought we could have a picnic." I paused, frowning. "But now that I've thought of it, maybe eating outside isn't such a novelty to someone who has been doing it for months out of necessity."
"No! It is." He placed his hand on my arm, to still it from where I'd started to put everything back. "Don't forget, before I spent all that time eating and bathing outside, I'd spent twelve years locked in a basement. I didn't just choose the outdoors because I had nothing else. There are shelters everywhere. I chose all this––" he motioned to the spot I'd watched him soap his gloriously naked body before. "Because it felt like freedom."
Smiling, I pecked him on his unbelievably perfect mouth, and hauled the blanket, its contents, and the food out of the truck.
Climbing down the mangled bridge, I put my bundle and the bags down on the same spot Rory had placed his clothes that day. I spread the blanket out, arranging the pillow, and popping up the small canopy, to keep the sun off of my pretty angel's light skin.
After kicking our shoes off, he sat down slowly in front of me, crossing his legs like a kindergartener, and looking at all the stuff I'd brought like he was in a wonderland.
"I can't believe you did this for me," he whispered in awe. "You even thought of my skin, even though you probably never have to worry about sunburns."
I smiled at that. He was right, I'd never had a sunburn in my life, but I'd watched Arry whine for the two hours it took him to heal after he'd spent an entire day in the sun thinking he couldn't sunburn because he was black. I'd waited until later to remind him that he was lighter completed than me, and laughed my ass off when Bennett had smacked his tortured skin.
I'd never let my precious mate go through that though. Not if I could help it.
"I learned about sun the hard way a few months ago." He said, with a self-deprecating smile. "You'd be surprised how much you don't know when you are basically locked away from the world. That first nice spring day, I'd laid in the sun like a cat for hours." Shuddering, he met my gaze. "Thankfully, one of the grandmothers that volunteered at the shelter I was staying in had coconut oil. It helped a lot with the sting."
"Are you hungry, pretty angel?"
Nodding, Rory slid forward, shyly moving toward me, and up into my lap, straddling my legs. "Yeah, but I think I want to do something else first."
He brushed his lips to mine, and then nibbled. I felt my heart flutter, and the throbbing in my ears told me my pulse had just sped up in a sudden wave. His tongue painted a wet line across my lips, and I opened for him, again content to let him lead.
Taking my mouth slowly, he dipped inside, sliding his tongue against mine in slow, controlled movements. Pulling back, he rested his forehead against mine, breathing against my lips. "I love kissing. I love tasting you."
"You are more than welcome to taste me anytime you want, pretty angel."
"Green, you know I've never done this, right? I mean, I've barely even masturbated. I've always had too many eyes on me."
Rubbing his back, I kneaded the flesh with the tips of my fingers. "Don't worry, pretty angel. I'll go slow."
"I'm not worried about that. I know you won't hurt me more than necessary." Leaning in to lick my lips again, he said, "I just don't want to disappoint you. I thought if I told you, you wouldn't get your hopes all up, and then be disappointed later."
"Oh, I have little doubt that I will thoroughly enjoy anything that has to do with touching your body."
"Can I taste you? Ever since I saw your dick, I wanted it in my mouth."
Groaning, I nipped his neck, and then rubbed my lips against the soft skin. "Not if I'm going to claim you. Shit."
Pulling back, he pouted, making me suddenly realize how much trouble I was going to be in, in the future. He was going to get absolutely everything he wanted in life, just by being that damn irresistible.
"What about later, before bed?"
"Fuck. As soon as I get you claimed, you can taste me anytime you want. How about that?"
Smiling shyly, Rory reached for his shirt and pulled it off, exposing the taught curves of his stomach and chest. My pretty angel might be thin, but his body was made for my hands.
They looked giant, and so damn dark against his small, pale body. It was a beautiful contrast that had me absolutely mesmerized.
Placing his hands back on my shoulders, he arched into the pressure of my hands, grinding his ass down on my cock.
We both moaned, and I had to force his hips to still, so his writhing body didn't have me shooting before I was deep inside him.
Once I was sure he was going to be good, I reached behind me, and pulled my shirt off, watching his face as he looked me over when the material was somewhere over my shoulder.
I loved how his nostrils flared, and his eyes darkened. How he licked and then bit his lip, like he was imagining all the things he wanted to do to me with his mouth.
He reached up, and thumbed a dark nipple, making it bead, and I moaned. His hands felt amazing on my body. His long, slim fingers and broad palms looked perfect against my heavily muscled pecs.
"You're so gorgeous," he whispered, leaning in to lick my nipple. "I can't believe you're real."
Groaning, I cupped his head, pulling his mouth up to meet mine. "Trust me," I said against his soft lips. "I'm the one who is blown away by just how blessed I am. I want to question what the Almighty was thinking by giving such a precious being, one of his pretty angels, to a man who barely remembers to thank him for the food I eat, but I'm selfish enough to take this gift and run."
He smiled sweetly, but I wasn't entirely sure he was listening. He leaned forward and pressed his chest to mine, throwing his head back at the contact, and rocking forward.
"Fuck!" I was never going to make it, at this rate.
Taking pants off in a sitting position is never easy, especially when my mate wasn't helping me at all, too busy wringing moans and gasps from me by way of putting his mouth against my neck, shoulder and collarbones.
Wrapping my arms around him, I lifted slightly, turning, so that I could gently lay him on the blanket-covered ground. I unfastened his jeans, watching breathlessly as his beautiful dick popped out.
I pushed his pants down his legs, letting my hands skim the soft skin of his thighs. It was amazing how little body hair he actually had. His leg hairs were light brown and sparse. Same with his arms and the delicious trail leading from his belly button to his almost thin triangle of pubic hair.
Once I had him fully naked, I spent a few moments simply looking at him. I knew he didn't think he was attractive because of his scars and the fact that he was so thin, but to me, he was a beautiful, naked angel, and I felt my heart clench at the true gift that he was.
When my eyes wondered back up to his beautiful blue ones, he was looking right back at me. "I love the way you look at me, Green. I actually feel worth something when you look at me like that.
"You're worth everything, Pretty Angel."
Pulling the lube from my back pocket, I dropped it by his hip, and undid and pushed down my pants, before kicking free of them.
"Tell me at any time if you need to stop," I said, squeezing some of the lube onto my fingers. "I want this to be a good experience for you. Not something else to add to the bad."
Nodding, he spread his legs, letting me look at his pretty hole.
I growled, loving how trusting he was. Putting my thumb in the crease by his balls, I let the tip of my middle finger follow the line down, until it brushed over the puckered skin of his hole.
Dragging my finger around, and then applying steady pressure to the center, I was so proud of my pretty angel, when he completely relaxed, letting me in.
"Fuck. You feel so good."
He squirmed a moment, but when I pushed deep, and ran my fingertip against the top of his channel, his eyes rounded, and his hips canted, clearly wanting more. When I thought he was ready, I added another finger, and then another, loving the way he gasped and whined, calling my name when I pressed hard against his prostate.
Both of our cocks were leaking steady streams of pre-cum by the time I was satisfied with how stretched he was.
Pulling free, I slicked up my dick, careful not to tighten my grip, no matter how amazing it felt to finally have friction on it. I would have shot off easily with a bit more pressure.
Leaning forward, I kissed my way from his hip to his neck, licking and nipping his pale skin, making it pink.
When I took his mouth, he wrapped his arms around my neck, and rubbed his smooth inner thighs up and down my hips and sides, before trying to press his dick more tightly against my abs.
Lining up my dick, I pressed forward, very slowly entering my mate. He mewled, trying to push down faster, but I forced his hips to still, because I was barely holding on, and I knew I'd blow in a second if I didn't slow him down.
"Please, Pretty Angel. I'm too close. I need to go slowly," I whispered against his mouth.
Whining, he nodded, making us both moan as the action brushed our lips together, making them catch on each other's.
When I was finally, fully pressed inside, I was breathing hard, and sweating all over. He was trying so hard to be good. I could see it in the shaking strain of his body, and the way he was biting down hard on that plump, lower lip.
Using my thumb to pull the abused skin free of his teeth, I soothed it with my tongue, and pulled my hips back, before slamming forward again.
His gasp and then whine was the most beautiful sound. I used one hand to tilt his hips, making sure to angle mine, where my cock head moved over his prostate again and again as his dick rubbed against my abs.
When he cried my name, throwing his head back, and exposing his long, lovely neck, I felt his seed splash against our stomachs, setting off my own release, filling him up.
I yowled to the cloth canopy above my head, and then lurched forward, sinking my teeth into the pale, tender skin of his unmarred neck.
He jerked, letting out a surprised gasp, and then a moan, as his dick gave another flex, and more of his delicious seed spilled out between us.
I could have had two orgasms, or just one long, forever drawn out one. I just couldn't tell with all the amazing endorphins bouncing around in my body. All I know is that when I collapsed, I somehow managed to fall sideways before I passed out.