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"How do you know I had questions?" Gage challenged, and Deacon cocked an eyebrow as he gave him a sideways glance. "Okay, yes he answered my questions. Able spoke of mates but didn't get into much detail, so Eddie gave me some details."
After clearing the table, they finished their dessert; Deacon led Gage back into the living room and sat on the couch side by side. Deacon held Gage's hand in a loving touch and leaned back into the cushions.
Deacon went through the motions of trying to find something to watch on the television and then, frustrated, just turned it off and tossed the remote on the coffee table. "I want you, Gage. I want you so damned bad." He said abruptly and turned to him, waiting for a response.
Gage felt the same way and did not hesitate to throw himself into Deacon's arms. "What are we waiting for? I feel great." Gage pressed his lips to Deacon's and wrapped his arms around his neck.
Deacon took over the kiss and moved to stand, taking Gage with him while never breaking the kiss. He swung him into his arms and cradled him for a few seconds before walking off toward the bedroom. Gage was getting everything he wanted.
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Deacon tried to remain calm and allow his beloved the distance he needed to heal, but there was no stopping when he turned and took Deacon's lips in an urgent and needy kiss. His explosive desire took over, and he stood, picked Gage up into his arms, and headed for the bedroom.
The kiss went on, and the taste of his beloved filled him, and he demanded more. The softness of Gage's lips and the firmness of his body in his arms pushed Deacon to hurry. The need to own this man's body and soul was building to an uncontrollable level.
He would bond with his beloved this night. There would be no further waiting or attempts at finding the right time. The right time was now, and Deacon's body was demanding satisfaction, and his instincts were insisting that they bond. He rarely questioned his instinct, and he certainly wasn't going to do so now. This was their time, and to wait would serve no purpose.
He laid Gage down on the bed and sat next to him on the edge while leaning over him. Deacon wanted to clarify his intent and give Gage one chance to refuse. He moved closer with his face mere inches from Gage’s.
"I want to claim you, mark you as the beloved of the Commander; I want to make you mine tonight," Deacon spoke clearly but with a fervent desire that showed in his eyes and was evident in the heat of his touch. He could see the answering heat in Gage's expression and began a fiery trail of kisses down the side of his face and across his jaw.
"Claim me, Deacon everything in me longs to be yours." Gage's tone was raspy with pent-up emotion, and his breath came out in ragged pants. "I'm yours, Deacon."
Deacon moved his hands under Gage's sweatshirt and eased it up, baring his midriff and chest so soft and smooth beneath Deacon's hands. He kept pushing until the garment was off and Gage was bare to his touch. The bruising had all but disappeared, and Gage moved with a fluid grace that indicated he was no longer in pain. Seeing him whole and healthy was a blessing, and Deacon vowed that no harm would ever befall him again.
He made quick work of Gage's remaining clothes, stripping him gently and baring him to Deacon's admiring gaze. He found his heart racing with the need to taste, and he did not deny himself. Deacon flipped Gage onto his stomach and slid down his lovely body to sink his teeth into his luscious ass. The flavor was out of this world, and Deacon drank deep for a few seconds and then pulled out, licking the little wound until it was healed.
“You taste like heaven.” He spoke faintly against the soft roundness and kissed the area while his right hand searched and found Gage's tight entrance. Gage was muttering incoherently and rubbing his face against the pillow. His pleasure was on full display, and Deacon took pride in his beloved's pleasure.
He took the lube from his pocket where he'd put it earlier and covered his fingers and Gage's hole liberally with the slippery substance. Deacon worked the tight muscles stretching and penetrating, filling his beloved and listening to his sounds of delight.
“Oh, that feels so good.” Gage hummed and squirmed, reveling in the stretch and the sensitivity. Deacon plunged his fingers deeply, seeking and finding his pressure points, and hit them repeatedly with each thrust, building Gage's excitement, and exhilaration, stimulating him to the point of release and then pulling out.
"Don't stop, don't stop." Gage chanted, dismayed by his sudden retreat.
"Not stopping, baby. Don't worry; I will take care of you; I will always take care of you." Deacon told him while pulling off his shirt and tossing it away. He kicked off his boots and opened the front of his jeans, releasing his hard, throbbing cock. Taking it into his hand Deacon stroked it several times, coating it in lube and prepping himself for entry.
He grabbed Gage by the hips and pulled him backward toward the edge of the bed to where his legs dropped over the side, and his ass jutted up toward Deacon. Gage spread his legs apart in anticipation of what was to come and looked back over his shoulder at Deacon with a look that was pure lust.
Deacon stroked his cock a few more times for Gage's benefit and saw the lust burning in his eyes, and it was beautiful. "Are you ready to be mine?"
"Yes." Just one word, sharp and clipped and filled with want. Deacon was at the point he was craving this man, and if he didn't get inside him in the next few seconds, he would surely die. He grabbed his hips and pulled him back slightly and lined up the head of his now leaking cock, and nudged the loosened opening.
"Open for me, baby." He said, and Gage spread his legs wider, and Deacon plunged inside, pulling Gage's hips back as he buried himself to the hilt inside his gorgeous beloved. The sensations were singing along his nerves and igniting an all-consuming fire. The tight embrace held him fast, and as he pulled back and then slammed inside once again. Gage fell into rhythm with him and soon hammered his way to completion as Gage cried out and begged for more.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Gage was flying so high he thought he would never come down. Deacon was nailing him and making every inch tingle with outrageous sensations. He was mastering him in a way that brought every feeling to the surface and making his body sing. "More, Deacon, more." He chanted as his climax surged, and he teetered on the edge.
Deacon held him fast as he filled him over and over, pounding to their mutual limit pushing Gage to new heights of pleasure. Was it this man or the bond that made this a world-shattering connection? All Gage knew was that he never wanted it to stop and never wanted to lose this amazing man.
Deacon slammed inside and held Gage up and off the bed in a beautifully aggressive show of desire and dominance that Gage needed and craved. He felt Deacon break and come in hot titillating bursts filling him full. Gage shook with the overload of sensations.
He held on, throwing his head back, and came when Deacon sank his teeth into his throat's tender flesh. The feelings and awareness that flooded him was like a raging river touching every part of him, mental, physical, and emotional. Everything was alive and on fire.
Deacon fed and continued to thrust while holding Gage to his chest, wrapped in his strong arms, safe from all things that sought to do harm. Gage had never felt so safe and secure and so loved. No one could do the things Deacon or the feelings he produced without there being a deep-seated emotional bond.
Gage closed his eyes and leaned against Deacon, letting him take all the weight. He slowly extracted his teeth and licked the area until it was sharply sensitized, sending a thrill through Gage at every touch.
