Drake brought his hands up and cupped Ailean's face, forcing him to stop the kisses and nibbles that were quickly making him forget where he was and what events had led to this. His breath caught as he stared into Ailean's eyes. The glowing need and tormented pain reflecting in them touched something deep inside Drake's soul.
"I do forgive you, Ailean," he said softly, "but we still have many things to discuss."
A smile lit up the shifter's face. "Thank you, thank you," he whispered, pecking soft kisses on Drake's lips between words. "We'll talk. I promise." Drake slid his hands into Ailean's hair and tilted his head, asking for a deeper kiss.
Ailean groaned as he accommodated him, thrusting his tongue deep inside Drake's mouth.
Drake sighed at the invasion, surprised at how much he'd missed the man's taste. Was that a mate thing, too? Would the craving to touch and be touched by this man ever ease?
What if after their talk Ailean changed his mind again?
Uncertainty made Drake hesitate, and Ailean groaned.
"Promise. Promise we'll work it out," Drake whispered timidly. "Promise you won't reject me again." 91
Ailean nibbled along his jaw to his ear, first tugging the lobe and then sucking at the sensitive skin behind it. "Yes, little mate," he breathed. "Promise to fix this. Promise to be together. But need. First need."
His broken sentences didn't make sense to Drake until Ailean ground his stiff, naked cock into Drake's jean-clad erection. His body jerked as sparks shot through his strangled dick. "Oh!" he groaned. "Yes!" His mate must have taken that as acquiescence, because seconds later his pants were opened and dragged from his unresisting body, his socks and sneakers with it, then his shirt was whipped over his head. He hissed in shock as bare skin hit cold floor.
He didn't have time to get used to it. Ailean hauled him into his arms, as easily as if he were a child, and Drake found his legs wrapping around the shifter's waist. The hard cock that slid against his own, already wet from oozing pre-cum, told Drake how on edge Ailean already was. The man managed to continue rocking them together as he walked across the room, but he was too busy sucking up a mark on Ailean's neck to care where they were going. Last time, the man had marked him, and he hadn't had the chance to reciprocate. He wasn't going to miss this opportunity to do just that.
Seconds later, rough cotton settled against his backside as Ailean set him on a towel spread across the bathroom counter. Drake settled his elbows under him as he watched Ailean use the wall dispenser to pour a liberal amount of lotion into his hand. He reached between Drake's legs, but he stopped a hairsbreadth away from Drake's taint and mewled a needy request. Drake propped his heels on the counter and tried to get closer to Ailean's digits.
A glance up at Ailean's face showed the man's relief as he stared down at Drake. The shifter's features clearly showed 92
his relief at the way Drake accepted their impending coupling. As he leaned over him and claimed Drake's lips again, this time in a slow, sweet, exploratory kiss, he pushed a well-lotioned finger into Drake's hole.
Drake didn't bother trying to hold back the groan as Ailean's finger pressed deep and was quickly joined by a second. The stretching invasion felt so good. After knowing what sex with Ailean felt like, he'd missed it so badly. His cock jerked against his stomach, smearing pre-cum over his abs, as the shifter rubbed his prostate.
"Yes, oh yes, Ailean. Right there," he whispered. His body rocked on those fingers while Ailean pleasured him with his hand. Ailean licked and nibbled his lips, catching his panting gasps in his own mouth. "More," he moaned.
Ailean didn't question him, just gave him another finger. His other hand rested on his hip as he helped him rock, helped him wring as much sensation out of those thrusting digits as he could.
He felt his orgasm building, felt the tension pull his balls tight. His head dropped back on his shoulders, breaking the kiss. Instantly, wet heat enveloped his cock as Ailean sucked him deep. It was too much, and not enough, but when Ailean's teeth scraped gently against the throbbing vein running the underside of his dick as he sucked harshly, Drake lost it.
He couldn't even warn the man, he just exploded, his mouth open in a silent scream. Streams of his spunk flooded his mate's mouth. Ailean hummed happily as he sucked it down, sending vibrations down his cock which made one more stream burst out of him.
Drake felt the fingers slide from him, stroking across his prostate one more time, sending a sharp buzz through him.
Ailean released his cock and rose over him. "Need you, mate," Ailean whispered, the tip of his wet cock bumping 93
Drake's suddenly too empty hole.
"Make me yours again," he answered immediately.
A soft growl erupted from Ailean's throat as he thrust inside in one long, swift stroke. Buried balls deep, Ailean froze, his body shivering as he allowed the burn in Drake's rectum to ease, for which Drake felt grateful. Ailean gazed down at him, his brown eyes full of warmth and awe as he stroked fingers over every inch of exposed skin, as if Ailean needed to learn Drake all over again.
After several minutes, Drake tried to rock against the man seated deep inside him, desperate to feel that thick cock rubbing the walls of his rectum. Ailean's soft touches had his cock full and aching again. When Drake moved, Ailean shifted to hold him tightly, as if he feared he'd disappear, wrapping one arm under Drake's back to grip his shoulder.
The other hand moved to Drake's hip, locking their bodies together.
Ailean purred softly as he began to move, his cock sliding nearly all the way out before pushing slowly back in. Drake could feel every ridge, every vein as he impaled Drake on his dick again and again. Drake's cock leaked a steady stream of pre-cum as Ailean pressed closer still, trapping it between them, giving pressure and friction to his sensitive flesh with each stroke.
It took a second to break through his lust-clouded brain, but finally Drake realized Ailean whispered something against his neck with each stroke. "Mine, mine, mine." Drake grinned, knowing the separation had affected Ailean just as strongly. "Yours," he whispered back. "Your mate."
Ailean groaned his pleasure and his body went tense for a second before his hips jerked, his cock buried deep. Drake felt the shifter's prick expand right before hot cum sprayed his inner walls. Ailean bit gently on a tendon in Drake's 94
neck, not hard enough to break skin, but it was enough, and Drake fell over the edge again.
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lowly, his ragged breathing began to level out, and the S post orgasmic haze cleared. His first thought was, why the hell did I think I could live without this man? The next, shit! Is Drake okay? He snapped up his head, searching his mate for signs of discomfort or pain. Instead, his mate smiled faintly from where he lay on the counter, still impaled on Ailean's softening dick.
"My mate," Ailean whispered, tracing Drake's face in awe as he stared down at him. My mate came back to me. Drake's forgiven me. He's let me claim him again. "Not that I'm not grateful that you showed up, but why are you here?" When he'd walked into the room and spotted the wolf shifter with his hands on his mate and the scent of cum in the air, Ailean's ears had buzzed with rage, and he hadn't been able to understand a word any of them had said. When Phillip tried to take Drake from the room, he'd lost control of his jaguar instincts, his only desire to reclaim his mate and fix what his damn human half had broken.
Drake's brow crinkled as he said, "I told you. I came to help Lyle."
"Really?" The word came out a grunt as he pulled his now soft cock out of his mate's body.
His mate's breathing hitched, and he squirmed slightly and gasped when he pulled free. "Yeah. It just made sense 96
that since I created the problem that I fix it. I think I got it right, too."
He frowned at Drake as he soaked a towel and cleaned them both up. "What do you mean?"
"I found a way to help him," Drake insisted. "I'll know for sure in another … " he glanced at the watch on his wrist.
"Two minutes."
"Shit, seriously? Come on," he said, helping his mate to his feet and hurrying into the outer room. He grabbed the remains of his clothes from the floor and held them up.
"Damn," he muttered. His shirt was a complete loss. "This is why we shouldn't shift in clothes," he told Drake ruefully.