Chapter Seven
Mason had never been so glad to have perfect hearing in all his life. He’d thought for sure when his parents showed up spouting their bullshit, Sebastian would run for the hills and never look back. Add to that the fact his dad shifted in front of him and he’d have bet money his sexy little human would tell him to fuck off and never come back. He hadn’t, however. No. He’d put his hand on Mason’s wolf and told him he was amazing.
It had taken every ounce of control he had to stop his wolf from rolling onto his back and begging like a stupid damn dog for a belly rub. His wolf had confirmed what Mason already knew—Sebastian was his mate, his one true partner.
Sebastian had managed to get all the buttons of his shirt open while Mason stared, unable to believe how lucky he was. “Do you have other clothing with you?”
“Why?” Sebastian asked.
“Because you are taking too long to get naked, and I’m about five seconds from ripping your clothes off.”
The little tease stared at him, desire clear as day in his expression then stepped back, held his arms out, and said, “Go for it.” He had the audacity to wink.
Not one to back down from a challenge, he let the shift change his right hand to a paw, and, with three swings of his arm, he shredded Sebastian’s clothes. They fell into a pile of cloth at his feet.
Before he could even admire his handiwork, Sebastian closed the distance between them, pulling him tight against his lithe body and ramming his tongue down his throat. He managed barely enough conscious thought to make sure he shifted his hand back to human before wrapping his arms around his mate.
He didn’t think he could get any harder, but he’d never been so happy to be wrong. With their dick’s smooshed together as they ground against each other, the friction sent tingles skittering through every nerve from head to toe. Best fucking feeling ever.
Without even thinking about it, he picked Sebastian up and strode to the bed, dropping him smack dab in the middle.
“Fuck you’re strong.” Sebastian lay sprawled in the middle of the mattress, palming his cock and leering at him. “Ever had sex standing up?”
“Nope.” He’d always wanted to try the position, but because of his shifter strength, he had worried it would give away he was not human.
Sebastian tilted his head to the side as though trying to figure out a puzzle. “Want to give it a try?”
So overcome with desire he couldn’t trust himself to speak, he reached down, put his hands under Sebastian’s armpits, and lifted. Without any prompting, Sebastian wrapped his arms and legs around his hips and held on tight.
“Fuck you’re a dream,” Mason moaned. He tongue fucked Sebastian until his sexy human frantically rocked his hips back and forth against his cock, driving him nuts.
He pulled away and stood Sebastian on his feet. He whined and pouted, and it took every ounce of Mason’s control not pull him back into his arms. “Don’t look so sad, Seb, we aren’t done. But before I bounce you on my dick, we need to lube you up and get you stretched because I’m not going to hurt you by going too fast.”
A giant grin instantly replaced the sad pitiful look, and Sebastian ran to the bedside table, grabbed the lube, and jumped on the bed, ass in the air. If he didn’t know any better, he’d think Sebastian had some shifter in him with the speed he moved. “Eager much?”
“You have no idea. Please!”
He stepped forward and stopped. He could grab the lube out of Sebastian’s hands and fuck him with his fingers until he writhed and begged for his dick, but he had a better idea. “I want to watch you do it.”
Sebastian stared at him with a confused look, but then it morphed into a blinding smile. “You want me to prepare myself for you?”
“Yes. I want you to fuck yourself; show me how you like it.”
Without an ounce of hesitation, the cheeky tease positioned himself on his knees, shoulders on the bed, ass up in the air, spread wide. He may not think of himself as gay, but damn that was the prettiest sight he’d seen in a while.
With one hand between his legs, tugging on his dick, Sebastian reached over the top with the other and rubbed around his hole. He circled first with one finger, then with two, and then he shocked the shit out of Mason when he slapped his hand down with more force than seemed comfortable. It appeared Seb liked a little pain because he moaned, loudly.
Both hands disappeared, and when they reappeared, the palm of the one playing with his ass glistened with lube. The slow teasing part of the show seemed to be over because Sebastian now worked with quick, methodical moves. First one finger, then two, and finally three disappeared into his ass.
Mason watched, mesmerized as he alternated thrusting and scissoring his fingers, but each movement seemed to increase his pleasure, the moans bouncing off the walls getting louder.
Lost in the show, he didn’t realize Sebastian had stopped until he whistled. “If you’re done jerking off, can you get your ass over here and fuck me?”
Mason hadn’t even noticed he tugged on his dick. He dropped his cock and launched himself across the room, landing on the bed. Sebastian stared at his display of strength, and he expected to see a little fear—like most humans when confronted with proof of nonhuman species would be. But not his mate. Nope. Nothing but pure animalistic desire radiated from him.
“You want me to fuck you?”
“Yes, please. I need your cock in me so deep I’ll feel it for a week.”
