"Remy is strong," he whispered. "He'll pull through."
Chapter Eight
Manon helped his mate through his apartment door. He never wanted to see his human in the hospital again! It had taken everything in him not to yank Chris away from his friend when Eric had hugged him. Worse, for Chris to kiss Remy, even on the forehead?
Manon knew he needed to figure out a way to explain to Chris, his wolf and the fact that they were mates. And pretty darn quick because Chris had just pushed Manon's patience to the limit. He'd need to warn his sweet human about being touchy feely with anyone but him.
An arm securely around Chris's waist, Manon could feel his mate fading fast. The jaw-cracking yawns and slurred speech were a dead give-away. Following Chris's directions, Manon got them into his lover's bedroom. The sight of the bed had his cock twitching in his jeans. He fought against a groan, knowing he couldn't take the man right now, no matter how much he wanted to.
"There we go, cher," Manon murmured, settling Chris on the bed. He helped him slide under the comforter, pulled off the canvas shoes he'd picked up for Chris, and then tucked him in. "Get some sleep, Chris," he commanded softly. "I'll have some tea ready for when you wake."
"‘Kay," Chris muttered, almost already asleep. Manon stood in the doorway, waiting and listening, and within thirty seconds, he heard Chris's soft snores.
It had been three days of torture and blue balls. Manon desperately fought his urges to just take his hurting mate. It didn't help that Chris insisted on parading around in jean shorts and skimpy t-shirts.
Fortunately, Chris had slept for the first day, and most of the second. But now, he was up and around, saying he only needed ibuprofen and aspirin. Manon glanced up when he heard his mate's footsteps and just about swallowed his tongue. The t-shirt was gone and so were the cut-offs. Instead, Chris wore the tiniest boyshorts he'd ever seen.
Chris's lean lines were on display, showing off a flat stomach and toned legs. His small brown nipples seemed to tease Manon's mouth as Chris stopped right in front of him. All he'd need to do was lean forward and …
"Can I watch TV with you?" Chris asked. "I'm tired of lying in bed."
Manon licked hislips and forced his gaze to Chris's face. His cheeky little mate was smiling down at him, a gleam of desire in his eyes. He nodded dumbly, the scent of arousal not his own rendering him speechless. The smell of his mate's lust sent Manon's focus sliding back down the man's chest where he saw those nipples he wanted to suck already beaded.
Before Chris could move to sit, if he'd even had any intention of doing anything but seducing Manon, which he seriously doubted, Manon settled his hands on Chris's hips. He focused on the hard dick outlined in the thin material of the skimpy shorts. He finally found his voice.
"You're welcome to join me, but I'm not watching TV."
He skimmed his thumbs along the hard ridge, caressing both sides Chris's erection gently. Chris's hips jerked, and Manon let him move, but he didn't give Chris any more pressure as he lightly rubbed up and down.
"N-No? Then what should we do?" Chris whispered above him.
Manon liked the man's breathy quality and grinned as he watched the fabric ofthe shorts that encased the head of Chris's cock begin to dampen. The heady scent of pre-cum flooded Manon's nose and he wanted a taste.
Not seeing any need to deny himself, he hooked his thumbs over the top of the elastic band and worked it down so just the bloodred engorged head of Chris's shaft appeared. He leaned close so his breath swept across the revealed red flesh as he looked up through his lashes and said, "I'm sure we can think of something if you're bored."
A mewl of need was Chris's response, and more pre-cum oozed from his slit. Manon stuck out his tongue and swirled it around the head and into the slit, scooping up the bead of moisture. Spicy flavors exploded across his taste buds, and he growled softly, enjoying his mate's taste.
Chris settled his hands on Manon's shoulders. The weight of the cast reminded Manon that he needed to be even more gentle than normal with his mate. He opened his mouth and sucked lightly on Chris's cock head.
"Oh-Oh, yeah," Chris muttered. "That's good."
Manon smiled around the flesh in his mouth and slid his hands around to cup Chris's ass. He felt an odd bulge that made him lift his head from his human's dick. Looking up, Manon lifted a brow at the blush on Chris's face. Tracing his fingers along the back of Chris's shorts, he pulled free the object he'd felt and brought it around to see a tube of lube in his hand.
He grinned, waving it between them. "What's this, cher?" he teased.
Chris's fair skin had no chance to hide the deepening hue of his cheeks and chest. "I want you. I didn't like you sleeping on the couch. I liked you next to me the other night. I'm ready for you." He grinned cheekily. "The bruises and the wristaren't going to get in the way of you fucking me."
Manon growled at his mate's words. He wanted the man so much. He'd slept on the couch last night because he could feel his control slipping. Now, here Chris was offering himself to Manon. He couldn't resist.
"I'm going to fuck you so good, cher," he promised roughly. "I'm going to bend you over this couch and fill your ass."
"Please do," Chris muttered.
His shaft strained against the fly of his jeans, and he needed out of them. Now! Manon urged Chris back a step and rose, towering over the slight human. With one hand, he started working open his fly.With the other, he massaged the plump head of Chris's dick still peeking over the edge of his shorts.
"You'd better take those off before I rip them off you, Chris," he purred.
Chris's breathing hitched. His slit oozed more pre-cum, and Manon massaged it into the head and then down to the wrinkled bundle of nerves under the flared cap. "Naked, cher," he ordered, sliding down the zipper of his jeans. He rarely bothered with underwear since it was just one more thing he had to remove before he could shift. His engorged shaft immediately pressed out from between the flaps. "You need to get naked."
He stepped away from his mate and picked up the lube from where he'd dropped it on the couch. Letting his pants slide down his hips, freeing his cock and balls fully, Manon poured lube onto his fingers.
Chris finally moved, peeling the shorts down and off. Manon quickly urged him to kneel on the couch and lean over the back, putting his pale, perfect ass at just the right height to fuck.
He wasted no time in rubbing aslicked finger over Chris's taint and pressing in. Chris groaned and arched his back as Manon thrust the digit in and out repeatedly. "Hurry," Chris panted. "More. I won't break. Want to feel you so badly."
Manon complied, slipping a second finger in. He rested his other hand on the small of Chris's back, rubbing the sensitive skin where Chris's crack started. Chris shivered and widened his stance. "Fuck, that feels good," Chris muttered.
Manon grinned, liking how vocal his mate was. And responsive. He liked seeing Chris's reactions, liked knowing easily if he pleased him. He crooked his fingers and searched for the nub of nerves buried in Chris's channel sure to drive the man wild. He knew when he found it.
Chris bucked, a noise coming out of his mouth that was a cross between a squeal and a moan. "Oh, hell yeah, Manon. Right there. Give it to me."
Manon leaned close, rubbing his leaking dick against Chris's crack. He pushed a third finger into Chris, making certain to hit his mate's gland with each stroke. Reaching down with his free hand as he rutted against his mate's ass, he gripped Chris's dick tightly.
"You ready for me, Chris?" He was turned on so much, he practically growled the question. "You gonna take my cock up your pretty little ass and grip it so tight?"
"Oh, yes," Chris immediately replied. "Yeah, yeah, stick it to me. Fuck, you're so hot. I want to feel you."
Suddenly, Chris lifted his good hand and held something over his shoulder. Manon froze at the sight of the condom. Oh, shit! How could he forget so thoroughly that his mate was human and didn't know anything about shifters? Condoms were just one of many things he needed to discuss with Chris.
Chris wiggled the packet. "Please," he whined. "I'm ready. I need you, Manon."
His mate's plea got Manon moving again. He grabbed the packet, opened it, and rolled the rubber down his straining erection. Next, he grabbed the lube and slicked up his covered dick. Manon guided the head of his erection to Chris's stretched hole and pushed.