A Cajun in Colorado(12)

"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.