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Dash set the oil aside and went down on his knees, leaning over the bed and spreading Christopher’s legs so he could rim him. Christopher had been a little nervous, and perhaps even a little shocked, the first time Dash had done this. By after just one time, his little mate had been insatiable. Christopher wasn’t quite bold enough to say the words, but he didn’t hide how much he liked it when Dash did “that thing” to him. Dash spread his little mate and slid his tongue deep, tempted to do this until his mate came for him. But once he had Christopher panting and alternating between thrusting up off the bed against his mouth and grinding himself against the mattress, Dash decided to put him out of his misery. He applied a little oil before he crawled onto the bed and lay back, and Christopher climbed up onto him right away. Dash held his cock steady so Christopher could slide down onto it. They’d only had sex maybe twenty times, but they came together as if they’d been lovers for years. Christopher fell into a perfect rhythm right away, teasing Dash deliciously as he took his pleasure. The younger man had quickly mastered how to come up just enough that Dash’s cock almost came out of him yet stayed inside firmly enough for him to slide right back down without breaking his rhythm.
Dash gripped Christopher’s thighs as his mate rode him harder. To his surprise, Christopher leaned down a bit and pulled him up for a kiss. He nibbled on Dash’s earlobe and said, “I’m not going to run away. You’remine, and I’ll be damned if I’ll let anyone else ride my mate’s cock.”
Dash gasped and drew back, taking a moment to enjoy the look in Christopher’s eyes before flipping them and pounding him into the mattress. Christopher let out a pleased gasp and wrapped his legs around Dash as they rode toward their orgasm together. Christopher came first, which was always Dash’s goal, and his sweet little mate’s cum spilled between them in thick ropes. Dash gripped the edge of the bed and thrust hard as he started to come. He trembled, the release so good it bordered on painful. Christopher’s nails dug into his back, and Dash growled into their kiss. Christopher sighed and then deepened the kiss. They clung to each other until they’d stilled and then Dash inched down Christopher’s body to make sure he licked up every drop of cum.
“Do foxes growl?” Christopher asked as he played with Dash’s hair. “In nature, I mean. Not like just now.”
“They most certainly do.”
Christopher sighed as he settled in Dash’s arms. “I wish I was a shifter so we could change together. Run together.”
“We can still run together. I’m fast, but I’m not that big. You could keep up with me if I set a more leisurely pace.”
“I’d love to see you again. You’re such a pretty color.”
Dash smiled. “All you ever have to do is ask.” He ran his fingers down Christopher’s cheek. “For anything. For … everything.”
Christopher lowered his gaze, seeming shy all of a sudden. “You’ve already given me everything, and you know it.” He looked up. “You’re changing your life for me. You came after me when I left you. You got over me being a prince, as well as me hiding it from you. You’re going along with this mission even though you know nothing about Renn.”
“That’s matehood. All or nothing. The long haul.”
Christopher nodded as he moved to the edge of the bed. “I do understand more now,” he said softly.
Dash kissed his temple and said, “Don’t pressure yourself. We’re together. I’m claiming victory for now.”
“Are you?” Christopher said, a playful gleam in his eyes.
“Yep.”
“Will you run with me now? We’re safe here. My family owns this cottage and all the land for a couple of miles. And Simon is on the lookout.”
Dash nodded. “You should probably get dressed first.”
Christopher laughed. “I know.” He started to pull his pants on. “There’s a river nearby. We could wash off there.”
“And maybe get dirty again?” Dash asked.
Christopher came closer and ran his fingers up Dash’s stomach and chest. “Maybe.”
Dash knelt and shifted, a sleek, dark brown fox taking his place in a matter of moments. He blinked and stretched as he looked up at Christopher. He hadn’t shifted in a while, and it felt wonderful. His mate beamed at him and knelt to stroke him.
“You’re so beautiful. I’ve never seen a fox with such dark fur.” Christopher ran his hands down Dash’s back and sides, and then he rubbed his neck and looked down into his eyes.
Dash nuzzled his mate’s neck and then licked his cheek, which made Christopher laugh. Christopher finished dressing and opened the door for him. They emerged outside to a sunny, breezy afternoon. Dash stretched again as he enjoyed the sun warming his fur, and then he took off for the woods, joy filling his heart as he looked back and saw his mate running after him.
* * *
Christopher bolted from the stable when he saw Renn fall off his horse. Simon was there to catch him, but Renn’s weight overwhelmed Simon and sent him to his knees. Christopher saw blood, and he ran even faster to get to his brother. Renn’s long white hair seemed to be drenched with sweat, and his chest rose and fell much too rapidly. Christopher hit his knees as well, landing beside the two men. Renn’s breathing came in short, labored pants, and he clung to Simon, their foreheads pressed together. The scene would’ve been romantic if both men hadn’t looked so distressed. Simon pushed Renn’s hair off his cheek and forehead and then felt for the pulse in his neck. Christopher didn’t dare say anything as the two men clung to each other. There wasn’t as much blood as he’d thought, so he waited for them to part.
Renn lifted his head and stared down into Simon’s eyes a long time. His breathing grew steadier, and his features relaxed as he looked at Simon. “Thank you,” he said in a soft voice. “I’ll be all right now.”
“What happened? Where are you bleeding from?” Simon asked, fumbling with Renn’s shirt in an effort to find the source of the blood.
Renn drew his shirt open and revealed a wound that had already been stitched up. “I was healing well enough aboard ship, but the ride from port was too much. The pain isn’t bad, but it was bleeding for a while before I realized a couple of the stitches had popped. I’m weak, nothing more, mate.”
Simon pressed a quick kiss to Renn’s lips, which made Renn go still and wide-eyed. Simon ignored the reaction and pulled Renn to his feet. “I’ll stitch you up right now and clean the wound. We can’t take any chances. How did it happen originally?”
Renn grunted as he straightened up and began walking with Simon’s help. “A tavern brawl in port before we set sail from Elan. Half a dozen drunken louts antagonizing the bartender and getting handsy with the serving girls. They were shorthanded that night, so the bartender was outnumbered. I wasn’t going to let those men smash the place up or hurt anyone.”
