Ruffling The Peacocks Feathers(22)

“Oh,” he whispered. “Wow.” Rueben felt the pull that strongly? Of course, he did. They were mates.

“Yeah, wow,” Rueben murmured. “And now, enough talking.”

Lamar didn’t have the option to respond. Rueben captured his mouth, thrusting his tongue into Lamar’s mouth. At first, Lamar tensed. They were out in the open, even if shielded by the woods. Anyone could stumble upon them.

Rueben’s hand slid down his shoulder, over his chest, and plucked his nipple. Lamar moaned, his back arching as he pushed into Rueben’s fingers where they tugged and twisted the hardened nub.

Whimpering, Lamar sank into his mate’s touch. His tension melted away as he wrapped one arm around Rueben’s waist and the other around his neck. He bucked his hips up, his hardened cock rubbing against the crotch of Rueben’s jeans. The rough fabric against his prick sent shudders through his body.

Rueben plundered his mouth, thrusting his tongue deep, licking his roof, sucking his tongue. Lamar sank into the embrace, giving himself over to his mate’s ministrations. As desire and lust flooded Lamar, his cock oozed and dripped, and he could think of nothing but getting his mate’s dick in his ass. He wanted—needed—to feel that connection.

“Please,” he begged. “Need you.”





Chapter Nine





His lover’s needy look nearly caused Rueben to come in his pants. If the whole mate thing, the pull he felt, the desire to touch, hold, even possess, hadn’t been explained to him—by his brother, of all people, in a little wayside bar near the edge of town—he never would have understood what the hell was going on with him.

“My lover,” Rueben crooned, releasing Lamar’s nipple and getting back to his knees. He yanked his t-shirt over his head and worked the fly of his jeans, then shoved them and his briefs halfway down his hips, allowing his rock-hard dick to spring free.

Wrapping his hand around his shaft, Rueben admired Lamar’s lean, compact body. He liked the smaller man’s smooth, lightly tanned skin, his hard dark nipples circled by tan areoles, and his leanly muscled limbs. Rueben couldn’t wait to feel Lamar’s pert ass clamping down on his cock.

But, first…

“Roll over, Lamar,” he ordered gruffly.

Lamar’s eyes widened, but after a second, he scrambled to obey. Rueben didn’t bother trying to stop his self-satisfied smile at seeing Lamar’s quick response. Eyeing the firm flesh in front of him, he reached out and rested his hand on Lamar’s sides. Rueben gently stroked his palms down and over his flank, then skimmed them down and up his thighs until he palmed Lamar’s ass cheeks.

Lamar shivered and shuddered under his touch. His breath came in pants as his body trembled. His skin goose bumped. Whimpering, Lamar dropped to his elbows and arched his back, raising his rear higher, presenting himself to Rueben.

Humming with pleasure at the display, Rueben took what his lover offered. He pulled Lamar’s cheeks apart, giving him a better view of Lamar’s winking tan hole. Without wasting a second, Rueben leaned down and swiped his tongue over Lamar’s entrance.

Gasping, Lamar mewled and shook.

“Like that, do you?” Rueben murmured. He ducked further and bathed Lamar’s balls with his tongue, nipping the wrinkled sack gently, then ran his tongue up, over the man’s clenching muscle again. “Well?” he urged, before diving back in to suck and nibble, loosening his lover’s entrance.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Lamar chanted, rocking back against him.

Rueben thrust his tongue inside Lamar, bathing his entrance in saliva inside and out. Lamar’s words deteriorated into garbled non-sense as he squirmed. Rueben slid a finger in alongside his tongue, stretching his chute. After a few moments, he added a second one.

Lifting his head, he stared down at his fingers where they were clamped in tight, silky heat. He pulled them halfway out, then pushed back in, enjoying the view of his lover opening to him, rocking back on his fingers, reveling in his touch.

“More, please,” Lamar pleaded, looking over his shoulder at him with lust-filled eyes.

“Anything, babe.”

Rueben grabbed the condom and tore it open with his teeth. Before he could get it rolled into place, Lamar twisted under him. “No. No condoms. Don’t need them.”

“You know I wasn’t a virgin, Lamar. I need to be tested first,” he admitted.

Lamar snickered. “I never thought you were, Rueben. But, as a shifter, I can’t catch any human diseases. We’re safe with each other, and I—” He paused and licked his lips, lowering his gaze to peer up at him from under his lashes. “I’ve never been with anyone without one. We’re already bonded. I want to feel you.”