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CHAPTER FIVE
“You feel so good, baby,” Cross remarked while rubbing his right hand up and down Autry’s back, effectively soothing his pent-up emotions and enflaming his need for more. “Why did you leave? Why didn’t you wait for me?” Two questions Autry should have expected and didn’t have good answers for.
“I didn’t think you were really coming back and that I was meant to leave.” That was the best he could do. It was the truth but not the whole truth. Autry held onto Cross’ sides, feeling the crisp white cotton of his shirt beneath his fingers, and breathed in the aroma that was only Cross Mercer. It was intoxicating and exhilarating, and Autry couldn’t seem to get enough.
“I came back,” Cross assured. “I will always come back for you, my love.” Autry felt him kiss the top of his head and then turn him in his arms and begin to walk him through the room. They were heading to the back, where the private rooms were located.
“We need to talk,” Cross told him as they made their way, not to the room they’d used last night but to one two-doors down. Cross’ statement caused him to tense slightly, but he forced himself not to read into it something that was not there. He needed to wait and hear him out before drawing conclusions like he had last night.
Cross opened the door and ushered Autry inside before closing it and securing the latch. This room was all soft and plush with velvets and silk in colors of dark reds and earth tones. In the middle of the room was a large four-poster bed made of dark wood and black tufted leather. It was inviting but in a dark and wicked fashion.
Cross sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled Autry down to sit on his lap. The silence, although somewhat tense, did not seem awkward. Cross was choosing his words carefully. Autry could almost feel his struggle to say the right thing.
“First of all, I need this.” He said and pulled Autry in for a kiss that was so hot, so deep, so consuming that it curled his toes. The kiss told him plenty of how Cross was feeling and eased any fears of being played from his mind. The kiss ended slowly and with so much emotion and tenderness, and Autry drank in the moment and the sensations inundating him.
“I’m sorry I had to leave you last night. If I’d had a choice, I would have chosen you. The police took longer than expected since they insisted on checking the place for the guy who supposedly roughed up someone in line. They do this from time to time just to try and intimidate and see if they can pin anything illegal on us. They do it to all the bars and clubs down here.” Cross began to detail what took place last night, and Autry listened closely since Cross didn’t owe him anything but was still offering him an explanation.
“They searched your club?” Autry had only been in the club once, but he knew there were activities here that, although not illegal, could be damned embarrassing if the police were watching.
“Only the public areas and the private rooms require a search warrant, and they didn’t have one.” He said and placed a nice wet kiss on Autry’s shoulder. Autry was wearing just a black tank and some tight jeans and no leather except for his boots, but Cross seemed to be getting turned on nonetheless.
“I’m going to get you some nice leather pieces, maybe a harness and a chastity belt and a lovely, studded collar for you. It would look so perfect on your gorgeous body.” He seemed to be talking to himself, but the image that came to mind had Autry squirming for comfort as his cock hardened painfully.
“I’d like to see you in a harness,” Autry responded, thinking about how sexy Cross would look in a black studded harness accentuating his arms and chest and showing off all his intricate tattoos. Cross smiled salaciously and gave Autry a sharp pat on his behind. Autry wasn’t wearing underwear today, and the tantalizing sting was felt through the thin weave of the aged jeans.
Autry couldn’t hold back the soft moan and rubbed his face against Cross’ chest. The coarse cotton of his shirt adding just enough roughness to elicit one more moan. He liked a bit of rough with a side of wild; he decided, as long as it was with Cross. He trusted Cross, not sure why, but his gut told him the guy was his rock and his champion.
“I have several I’ll let you pick.” That offer sent a scintillating chill down his back and caused his breath to catch in his throat. He continued to sit on Cross’ lap, and the man continued to touch him, his arms, thighs, and chest, and several times cupped his cheek in order to deliver a hard, demanding kiss. His kisses were turning Autry’s bones fluid, and his mind swam with muddled thoughts filled with wanton desire.
“I want to keep you, Autry. This is not a temporary or fleeting relationship that we are forming. This is something important and something that will be long-standing, something that will lead to forever.” Those were some serious claims, and it took Autry a minute to process and decide if the words were true and what Cross was legitimately feeling.
He remained silent for a few minutes, and then Cross began to explain further. “We are mates; my love, you and I are made for one another, can’t you feel it.” That made a little more sense because he could definitely feel something, and it was an intense draw to this man, and perhaps they were soul mates. It was a charming thought. But to have someone like Cross, a player, and owner in a high-stakes club like the Zephyr, make a claim so personal shocked him.
“I’m attracted to you, wildly attracted to you, I won’t deny it, but I don’t know if I believe in soul mates.” He responded and tried not to disagree or dampen the lovely mood they had building between them.
“Not soul mates, Fated Mates, the partner all paranormal beings crave and spend their life searching for. You are mine, my beloved sweetheart, my perfect match Fate’s answer to my plea for love and solace.” Cross didn’t let him think about it too long and took Autry’s lips in an all-consuming embrace, eating away at the last vestiges of his struggle process and making him beg for Cross’ touch.
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Cross was saying a lot, and most of it was being heard but not completely understood. That was okay because as long as he heard, it would help Cross later when then the truth was presented, and his words would then make sense.
It was a leap of faith he was taking because his mate could be scared off, or he could accept his place and position in the pack and in Cross’ life. It could go either way at this point, but Cross couldn’t wait any longer.
He wanted his mate. He wanted Autry more than his next breath, and the beat of his heart surged with the prospect of having his mate naked and wanting. The talk could wait. He needed Autry, and the delightful pleading and moaning coming from his mate made it clear Autry was in the same state of mind and being.
“Do you want me to take you, Autry? Do you want your daddy to make you feel special because you are perfect in my eyes, and I will show you how a werewolf daddy cares for their needy mate? Do you want this, do you want me?” He went back to the explicit. The time to play around with expectations was over. He wanted Autry needy and begging to be guided and controlled. He wanted a partner, a lover, a submissive boy to love and provide for in every way.
Last night had been the prelude to what he truly wanted with Autry; today, he would clarify his wants and see if Autry continued to be agreeable. Whatever he wanted, Cross would adjust because mates were extraordinary, and their wants and needs took precedence over all else. He hoped that what he presented would be enjoyed, but if not, he was prepared to give Autry anything he desired.
“Are you going to make love to me, Cross?” Autry asked teasingly as he looked up at Cross through his eyelashes. The cheeky behavior endeared him further in Cross’ eyes as he moved and tossed him onto the thick cushioned bed.
“Strip boy and make it memorable.” He ordered Autry and then took a step back as Autry moved to his knees and began a slow sexy strip. First, the tank slid up his slim hard body and was tossed away. He then reached for the button on his jeans and popped it open while keeping his eyes trained on Cross.
Gently he lowered the zipper a fraction of an inch at a time, and Cross quickly noticed his naughty mate was not wearing any undergarments. The sight of his hard cock slowing coming into view was sending Cross’ blood pressure souring.
Autry lowered his jeans to the top of his thighs, completely baring his ass before dropping back on said ass and reaching down to remove his boots and socks. The image was decadent and shameless, and Cross could not get enough. Autry pulled his jeans the rest of the way off and tossed him off to the side to join his other items. He then got back on his knees and spread them apart and took the offered lube, and began stroking his throbbing cock and keeping his gaze trained on Cross. “I’m ready for you, daddy.” He said with plenty of inflection and a touch of torment.
“Don’t provoke me, boy,” Cross said with a commanding tone but softened it with a smile. Autry sat still and awaited his next order. “On your knees, here.” Cross pointed to the thick carpeted floor in front of him. Autry quickly slid off the bed and positioned himself on his knees before Cross. He looked up at him with eyes so needy and expectant that Cross felt his cock jerk and press against the confines of his pants.
