Chris's body gave way, opening to him, and he pressed forward. Manon moaned as his dick sank into the hot, sucking heat of his mate's body. He kept going until he was buried to the hilt, his balls resting against Chris's ass. He draped over his mate's back and paused.
Nuzzling Chris's neck, then licking a line along the tendon of his shoulder, Manon felt his canines tingle, threatening to descend. He dreamed of when he'd be able to sink his fangs in and claim the man.
Groaning, Chris tried to move under him. "Move. Please move," he begged.
It was so pretty that Manon wanted to hear more. He rotated his hips, working Chris's hole. "Is this what you want?" he crooned.
"Oh, yes," Chris muttered, his body shivering. "Fuck me."
Manon gave up any pretense of resisting the man beneath him. He pulled and thrust back in. He did it slowly, relishing the feel of the warm, tight channel encasing his cock. Never in all his years had he been so grateful to Fate for giving him a male mate. Nothing was better than fucking a guy's ass. The squeeze, the pressure, even the fact that it was easy to know if he was pleasing his lover, it all made sex so much better.
Letting go of his train of thought, Manon sped up his strokes. He adjusted his thrusts several times until Chris moaned and bucked beneath him. Memorizing that angle, Manon sped up, driving his dick in and out of his lover's ass like a piston, nailing Chris's gland with each stroke.
The sound of Chris's groans, grunts, and mewls were music to Manon's ears. He knew he wouldn't last too much longer. He reached beneath Chris and cupped his balls. They were firm and tight, telling Manon how close his lover was. He rolled them gently and Chris shuddered.
"Oh, Manon," Chris howled.
Growling at his lover's noise, Manon moved his hand to Chris's dick, gripped it tightly, and pumped. Chris bucked beneath him and came, screaming Manon's name. The squeeze of Chris's chute, the shudder of his mate's body against his own, and the scent of his lover's spunk sent Manon careening out of control.
His teeth lengthened and he sank them deep into Chris's neck. Blood flowed into his mouth and Manon sucked it down, reveling in his mate's delicious taste. Chris yelled again and Manon knew he'd blind-sided his mate with another orgasm from his bite. Somehow, Chris's ass seemed to flutter around him, massaging his sensitive organ, and Manon's release bowled through him.
He jerked out of his shivering lover's ass, ripped the condom from his dick, and spewed his seed all over Chris's back, butt, and thighs. Manon roared with pleasure as he watched his cum paint his mate, marking him on the outside since he couldn't yet release in the man.
Letting out a pleased sigh, Manon draped himself over his lover's back, liking the way his release squeezed between them. He licked the mating mark clean of blood while sealing and healing it. He'd explain to his mate what it meant eventually, but not right now. Not while bliss pinged so nicely through his system.
"Holy fuck, that was hot," Chris muttered.
If he hadn't been a shifter, Manon wasn't certain he'd have heard the human. He chuckled anyway and kissed his way up Chris's neck so he could suck on the sexy man's earlobe.
"Hell, yeah," he murmured once he released the flesh.
He rubbed a hand over Chris's chest, stroking the man's sweaty flesh. Chris turned his head and looked at him over his shoulder. "You bit me."
It wasn't a question, but Manon responded anyway. He grinned. "Sorry, cher. Shoulda warned ya I got dat kink."
Chris snickered. "That's not the only kink you got," he said.
Manon shrugged. He sure as hell wasn't going to apologize.
"Don't worry," Chris said, twisting to press a kiss to Manon's lips. "I don't mind. I think it was hot. One of these days, I'll have you tie me up and jack off on me. Bet I can come just from watching you and listening to your sexy voice."
Manon's brows shot up. It sounded like Chris had a few kinks of his own. "I bet you could talk me off if you be tied up."
"Oh, a challenge," Chris murmured. "I like it."
Barking out a laugh, Manon found the strength to move. "Come on, cher," he said. "Let's get cleaned up before we get stuck together."
Chris winked. "Being stuck to a naked, sexy man like you? I wouldn't mind."
Manon shook his head, but smiled. "Come on. After da shower, I'll grill a couple steaks."
Chris's stomach took that moment to growl and they both laughed.
Manon couldn't remember a time he'd had so much fun with a lover.
Chapter Nine
Chris walked into the animal shelter and looked around for Daren. He didn't see the man, so he strode toward the kid behind the desk. He hadn't seen this employee before, but Daren had told him they were looking for a new receptionist.
"Hi, I'm Chris," he said, introducing himself.
"Hello," the guy said. "I'm Baxter."
Not wanting to piss the younger man off, Chris managed to
keep a straight face. He nodded. "Nice to meet you. I'm a friend of Daren's. Is he in the back?" Baxter nodded. "Yeah. With the dogs, I think. Want me to page him?"
"Naw," Chris replied. "I'll just head back there. I know the place pretty well."
Chris headed through the door and wandered down the dog cage aisles, looking for his friend. He spotted him near the back holding a shaggy dog that looked like a cross between a terrier and a Lhasa Apso. It was cute … sort of.
Chris grinned."Is that a new arrival?" he asked.
"Yep," Daren replied. "You here to pick out a dog?"
It was a rhetorical question, one Daren asked each time, but Chris answered anyway. "Not yet. Still gotta get that house and move out, remember?"
"Have you seen Manon's place? Maybe he has a house," Daren pointed out, smirking.
Every time his friends had dropped by, Manon had been there. They'd practically been living together for the last week. They'd both gone back to work several days ago, much to Manon's displeasure. His lover had tried to talk him into taking more time to recuperate, but Chris had been ready to go out of his mind. They'd done nothing but fuck, eat, and sleep. He didn't know what to think of that. Chris also didn't know what to think about the phone calls Manon always took in private.
He must have stayed quiet too long, because Daren clapped him on the shoulder and asked, "Is everything okay in paradise? You two always seem pretty tight when we're over there."
"Yeah, yeah," he replied absently. "I just-Well, sometimes it's like he's trying too hard, ya know?" Chris frowned. He hated speaking ill of Manon. He felt like he was betraying him, and didn't that just beat all? "Damn." He ran his fingers through his hairs and shook his head. "He's sweet, and kind, and compassionate, and funny, and thoughtful. He cooks me dinner. He listens to me when I talk. He seems to genuinely care about my opinions."
"How is this a bad thing?" Daren asked, frowning. "Eric and I have hoped you'd find a good guy for years, Chris. Manon sounds like the real deal. Did it ever occur to you that you should be treated that way? With respect? It's the assholes you've dated in the past that were no good."
He sighed. "Manon believes in love at first sight. He calls me his beloved." Chris swallowed hard. He didn't know what he felt for Manon, but it was awfully strong. Just the idea that his lover would ever get tired of him torehim up inside. "What if he changes his mind?" he whispered. "I mean, sometimes when his boss calls he leaves the room. Why? He works at the hospital, right? What could be so important that he has to leave the room to talk about it?"
"Well, maybe you should ask him," Daren pointed out. "If something is going on with him, don't you want to know now instead of later? You don't want to fall in love with the man if he's lying to you about stuff, right?"
"Damn it," Chris muttered. "I really hate confrontation."
Daren put the pup back into his cage, then turned and hugged him. "Better now than later," he whispered. His friend stepped back, and stated, "Okay. So let's go look at the cats. I have to check a couple the Vet gave stitches."
Chris followed his friend out of the kennels to the room with the cat cages. "Oh, look at this one!" he cried, immediately crossing to a cage holding a small, fluffy, long-haired, white cat. Chris slipped a finger through the bars and wiggled it. "Hello, beautiful."