Kam fell limp as his orgasm subsided. His legs slid down, and his arms lay loose by his head. The ripple sensation of Kam's muscles along the length of PJ's cock spurred him closer to the finish line. The smell of Kam's come permeated the air, and PJ moved to hover over Kam, who was prone, and jammed his cock in faster and harder with each stroke.
The sharp points of PJ's teeth poked through his gums and filled his mouth. The bear in him was ready to claim their mate and PJ wasn't about to refuse something he so desperately wanted. PJ leaned in close and licked a wide strip with his tongue up Kam's neck not stopping until he reached his ear.
"I want to claim you." PJ nipped Kam's earlobe and thrust his hips. "Please let me." PJ wasn't above begging and he'd do anything Kam ever asked of him. He was going to be totally screwed once the younger man realized that.
Kam's eyes blinked open and the light blue glowed in the dark room. In a movement so fast PJ never saw it coming, Kam sank his own teeth deep into the area where PJ's neck and shoulder met.
"Fuck!" PJ let out a deep roar. His cock jerked, then erupted in a fountain of cum that filled Kam's insides. Before he lost total control PJ dipped to Kam's neck and bit down. His mouth filled with Kam's blood and he drank it. Kam released his neck and cried out as another orgasm was ripped from his body.
PJ's hips slowed to an easy, in-and-out rocking. He pulled his teeth from Kam's shoulder, licking the wound closed. PJ propped up on his elbow, stared down at his deeply sated mate, and smiled.
"That was-"
"Amazing." PJ finished Kam's thought, then kissed him on the tip of the nose.
"I was going to say fucking fantastic and tiring, Mister Know-it-All." Kam reached down and smacked PJ's ass. The loud sound echoing in the dark room. "But yeah, it was amazing." Kam yawned.
"You're amazing, Kamden." PJ moved off of Kam and turned him to lay on his side. PJ put one arm under his head and the other wrapped around Kam's sweat-slick body, pulling him to his chest. He snuggled closer and groaned when Kam wiggled his ass.
"I bet you tell all the boys that." Kam chuckled. "But not anymore," Kam said around another big yawn. "You're mine now."
"And you're mine." PJ kissed the top of Kam's head, pulling him even closer.
It wasn't long before Kam drifted off to sleep. He snored softly, but PJ didn't mind. They'd had one hell of a workout, and PJ couldn't wait for his mate to wake up so they could do it again.
Chapter Eleven
Kam woke up with a start. He glanced around the unfamiliar room in a near panic, not knowing where he was. It wasn't until he felt the heavy arm and hot body pressed up behind him that he remembered where he was.
Kam turned around so he could face his mate. PJ shifted and moved to lie on his back. Kam propped up onto his elbow, resting his head in his hand and watched PJ sleep. PJ's eyes fluttered every couple of seconds, but he didn't move otherwise. Kam's gaze roamed over PJ's handsome face. His eyelashes cast a shadow over his cheeks and dark stubble shaded his jawline. Kam brought his hand up to touch the raw skin along his cheek and neck from where PJ had rubbed his face against Kam's sensitive flesh.
A sticky wetness between his thighs had Kam reaching back to touch his thighs. His hand came away wet with sticky white cum. Kam smiled at the memory of how it got there. PJ had taken his anal virginity, and Kam wasn't freaked out in the least. It had to because they were mates because no way in hell would he let another guy who wasn't PJ fuck him.
When PJ first entered him, it had hurt. A burning sensation rippled around his asshole, and he seriously thought PJ was going to rip him in two. But after the first few thrusts, Kam wanted more. Going slow wasn't working for him. He wanted PJ hard and deep and fast. Had he known that having a cock up his ass would feel that mind-blowing, he would have fooled around with the dildo Maurice had given him.
Kam was content to just lay there and watch PJ sleep. So many things were bouncing around inside his brain, things like where would they live? Could they even live together right now? Was PJ willing to let Kam live his own life, or did PJ want him to be some sort of stay-at-home husband? Kam didn't like that thought too much. Just because he'd found his mate it didn't mean he wanted to give up on his dreams and just be some guys husband and fuck toy. He didn't really think PJ would be like that but he didn't know for sure. Kam sucked in his bottom lip and started chewing on it.
"If you think any louder, your head will explode."
PJ's sleep riddle voice pulled Kam from his worried thoughts.
"What's going on inside there?" PJ rubbed a hand over Kam's head. "You know you can tell me anything right?"
Kam nodded. He wavered on what exactly to say to PJ without upsetting the man. The reality of the situation was they had only just met. He didn't know what PJ's expectations were, and PJ didn't know what his were. They really needed to have an open and honest conversation if they wanted this mating to go on without a hitch.
"I don't want to give up on my dreams just because we've become mates." Kam blurted out. He hadn't meant to say it so bluntly, but there it was.
"Why would you have to?"
PJ sat up and flicked on the lamp next to the bed. Kam squinted against the bright light that filled the room.
"I would never ask that of you."
"Well how was I supposed to know that?" Kam rested his back against the headboard. "We haven't really talked about all that. Hell I don't even know what PJ stands for." Kam pulled the sheets up over his stomach and picked at the material.
"Paul Jameson Henson the third." PJ brushed a kiss against the side of Kam's head. "Kam, I know I'm a hard-ass at practice, and we might have got started on the wrong foot, but I'm not a total dick." PJ entwined his fingers with Kam's. "I want you in my life, but I don't want you to stop being you either. You have your own dreams that you need to live. I'm living mine, and I expect you to do the same. Just because we are mates doesn't change who we are as individuals."
Kam thought about what PJ had said. It wasn't what he'd expected from his loud-mouthed, hard-ass baseball coach. But that was Kam's fault for thinking he knew how PJ would react.
"Paul, huh?" Kam asked, peaking at his mate from the corner of his eye. "I would have never guessed that."
"Yep. Named after my father and grandfather. I suppose if I ever have a son I'd want to name him Paul too, but only if that's okay with you."
"I guess I could live with that." Kam shrugged. "It's not as cool as Kamden, but it'll do."
"Well then, I guess we'll have to have two sons. Name one after each of us." PJ bumped shoulders with Kam. "You do want kids, right?"
"Yeah." Kam nodded. "Not now but later down the road. I mean I always thought I'd have kids, so yeah, I wouldn't mind having a couple rug rats running around."
"So, Kam." PJ moved his arm to rest on Kam's shoulders and pulled him close to his side. "I know we are going about this backward, but tell me about yourself."
For the next hour, Kam told PJ all about his life. He was only twenty-one, so there really wasn't much to tell, well that wasn't necessarily true. Kam told PJ about his biological parents being murdered and how Seth and Caleb had adopted him and his brother, Ryan. Kam's life might have started off rocky, but ever since the day his dads adopted him, he'd lived a good life. They loved and encouraged him to follow his dreams. Kam always considered himself blessed to have been loved by four amazing parents.
Then it was Kam's turn to listen to PJ's life. He'd grown up in Montana. His parents and one sibling still lived there. Kam loved the way PJ's eyes lit up when he talked about his family. His parents had met while in college and had gotten married right away. They were true mates and had three children. PJ had an older sister, Jennifer, and a younger brother, Brock. They were a close-knit family like Kam's.
"So what made you decide to become a coach?" Kam asked. He'd been wondering that since he met the man. PJ might come off as a hard ass but it was evident in the way he coached the players how much he loved the game.
"I got shot. I was in bear form out hunting with my family when a hunter, who by the way was hunting illegally, shot me." PJ sat forward and reached back to pat his right shoulder. "Shattered all the bones in my shoulder. Luckily we had a shifter doctor who was also a surgeon. He fixed me up the best he could, but it didn't heal the way we'd hope. Just because we're shifters doesn't mean we're indestructible." The smile fell from PJ's face. "I was playing third base for Wake Forest. It was my senior year of college. I had dreams of making it to the big leagues but I guess fate had other plans in stored for me."