Fated Healing [Kindred of Arcadia 5] (Siren Publishing Classic ManLove) (20 page)

“Y’all should know better.” Kate shook her head.

“Baby?” Aleks asked.

“Mmm lasagna! Yay! Ma loves me.” Rebecca ignored her mate and dug into the cheesy goodness. Felix

sighed. Yup, he was going to watch her carefully, maybe slip Aleks some Xanax to steady his nerves.

“So, Doc. How have you been sleeping?” Liam asked, laughing. Sebastian reached under the table and

Liam yelped.

“Perfectly fine. If Felix shifts in his sleep, I must sleep right through it,” Claybourne said, picking up a

breadstick.

“Lucky bastard! I have a hard enough time with the small fuzzy mammals that Sebastian tends to shift

into, like koala bears and marmosets. Watching Felix shift in the gym made me thankful for small and furry.

Felix’s repertoire seems to run along the lines of scary and dangerous.” Liam shuddered.

“I made sure that my other forms were dangerous so that Alpha Devon wouldn’t get any ideas about

hurting me when I was out of my cage.” Felix ate his lasagna and sighed happily. There was nothing better

on earth.

“As bad as we had it, Peyton had it worse than all of us. He was around that asshole twenty-four-seven.

Speaking of Peyton, how did he and Mojo fare during the epidemic?” Sebastian asked curiously.

“Neither of them eat chocolate, so we sent all the healthy kids to Mojo’s so that their parents could

concentrate on their sick mates or their other sick children. Evidently the kids had a blast,” Liam reported.

“That man is so damn sexy!” Rebecca sighed. Kate echoed her sigh.

“He is!” Sebastian said. Ashby and Nic nodded.

“We need to find that man a mate.” Aleks growled.

“Why? It won’t make him any less sexy?” Felix asked. Claybourne’s head swung in his direction.

“Not you too?” he asked. Felix shrugged.

“That man is gorgeous, rocks this bad-boy-in-a-leather-jacket image. It’s like he’s wrapped in dangerous

power and exudes confidence, yet is gentle and loves children. It’s like God took everything that would

make a man desirable and put it in that one package.” Felix couldn’t help the sigh that escaped. He didn’t

feel quite so bad when the other mates sighed with him. Aleks, Caleb, Liam, Bran, Gabriel, and Claybourne

began a low, rumbled growl.

The bells on the diner door chimed as the man in question walked in. He was wearing a tight, black T-

shirt and worn jeans. He looked around the diner and spotted the table they were sitting at and grinned. He

was about to take a step forward when the men at the table growled again. Mojo stopped in his tracks.

“Uhh hello?” he asked, his deep voice carrying throughout the diner.

“Don’t mind the cavemen over there, sexy. We have just been discussing how mouth-watering you are,

and the men here got a little upset. Come sit next to me,” Rian said, patting the chair next to him. Mojo

walked up, grinning. He winked at Ashby, Kate, and Sebastian before ruffling Rebecca’s hair, sending her

into giggles.

“Y’all need to stop doing that or one of these days they are going to skin my hide. Now. What’s for

dinner?” he asked, sitting down to a beaming Rian.

Felix watched as Mojo reached across the table for a menu, revealing a toned and heavily muscled arm.

Felix smiled at the sight.

“That is it!” Claybourne stood and pulled Felix over his shoulder. He turned to the table.

“Goodnight,” he said simply.

“That man is truly a genius,” Bran said before he scooped up Kate. Felix watched from Claybourne’s

shoulder as the men snatched up their mates. He was laughing as Claybourne left the diner and headed to

their car. Gently Claybourne put him in the passenger seat. Felix watched him walk around and get in.

“I still think you should get a papoose thing if you insist on carrying me so much,” Felix said, grabbing

Claybourne’s hand on the center console. Claybourne looked over, a grin playing at his lips.

“Quiet, trouble,” he said and kissed his fingers. Felix shivered in anticipation. He loved it when his mate

got bossy.

* * * *

“This place is a mess!” Claybourne yelled when they got into the house. Felix could feel his anticipation

dying a quick and painless death. He watched his mate go to pick up clothes off the den floor but then reach

for an empty plate. It seemed as if his mate didn’t know which he wanted to clean first. Felix sighed and

rubbed his face.

“Is that a water ring?” Claybourne asked, gasping.

Okay, it looked like his mate was heading toward full meltdown. Felix grinned and began to remove his

clothes. He waited until his mate went to the kitchen to put the plate away and threw his clothes on the sofa.

He stood in the foyer naked. When Claybourne returned with rubber gloves on and Clorox wipes he saw

more clothes on the sofa and his eyes began to bug out. He began to look around for more offending items.

When he looked over and saw Felix watching him, naked, he dropped the Clorox wipes.

“Dirty is good, remember? Didn’t you like making me dirty, my mate?” Felix asked. He stepped forward

and began to twirl his finger down his chest. Claybourne watched the trailing finger with rapt fascination.

He nodded slowly.

“Haven’t you learned by now, that I’m always right?” he asked as he began to stroke his cock, fisting the

head. Claybourne pulled his gloves off and began to pull off his clothing, watching Felix pleasure himself.

Felix felt his mate’s eyes on him. He opened his eyes and saw that his mate was removing his pants. Not

wanting to waste the opportunity, he walked past his mate to the dining room. He opened the sideboard and

held up his hidden tube of slick. Felix had had more than one fantasy of his mate taking him on this large,

dark wood table and tonight he was going to get just that.

“Do you know why I like this table?” Felix asked casually. Claybourne shook his head, his hand

wrapped around the case of his cock.

“It’s the perfect height for me to bend over. The wood is smooth and the cool surface feels amazing on

my hot skin.” Felix demonstrated exactly how well the table was designed for fucking as he bent over it, the

cool wood caressing his chest. He reached behind him and pulled his ass cheeks apart. He heard his mate’s

low growl. Time to move in for the kill. Felix opened the lube and spread it on his fingers. He reached

behind him and began to circle his hole.

“Oh no, I’m getting dirty,” Felix said, turning his head and pouting prettily up at his mate. Claybourne’s

eyes were a sky blue as he stalked closer to his mate. Felix felt his heart begin to beat wildly. The look in his

mate’s eyes meant only one thing. Hold on. Because he was about to get fucked to within an inch of his life.

“My dirty little baby.” Claybourne moved Felix’s fingers out of the way. He reached and plucked the

lube from Felix’s hands. Felix watched as he slicked up his fingers and then gasped when not one but two

fingers entered him.

“Yes. I’ve been bad and am so dirty,” Felix said, enjoying the dueling sensations from the heat of his

mate’s skin and the cool wood.

“You were bad. You almost left me, my mate,” Claybourne whispered. Felix turned his head quickly to

see tears standing in his mate’s eyes as he gently fingered his hole.

“I’m so sorry,” Felix said quietly. He stood carefully, Claybourne’s fingers still deep inside of him. When

his back was flush against his mate’s naked chest he twisted his head and angled for a kiss. Claybourne

thrust his fingers deeper and with his other hand held the back of Felix’s head so that he could mimic the

thrusts of his fingers with his tongue. Gasping for air, Felix relaxed in his mate’s embrace and gave himself

up to his mate’s mercy. Pulling back from his lips once before returning savagely, Claybourne added a third

finger and stretched Felix, rubbing deep inside of him. Claybourne broke the kiss and stared into Felix’s

eyes.

“I would have forsaken my oath to heal to follow you in death. I would have left those people to die to

chase your soul into the hereafter.” Claybourne pulled his fingers free and reached between them to line up

his cock.

“No you wouldn’t have. You would have made sure you had done everything you could have before

coming after me. That is the kind of man you are.” Felix gasped as his mate’s thick cock pushed into his

body, grazing every single hot spot. Only his mate could touch him like this.

“You give me too much credit,” Claybourne said, wrapping an arm across Felix’s chest, the other going

around his waist to support him as he thrust again and again into his body.

“You can never leave me!” he yelled, thrusting harder. Knowing that his mate needed this catharsis,

Felix leaned forward out of Claybourne’s embrace and extended his hands over his head as he lay on the

table. With his cheek against the cool wood, he could smell the faint hint of Pledge.

Claybourne’s fingers dug into his hips. Felix felt one hand leave his hips to be placed square in the

middle of his back. Claybourne began a relentless pounding, pushing deeper into him than ever before.

“Never,” he yelled hoarsely.

“Never, my mate. I will be with you forever,” Felix said, flexing his ass muscles so that they constricted

around his mate’s invading cock.

“I love you, trouble.” Claybourne moved his hands and leaned over his mate, covering him with his

heated body.

“I love you, too, Mr. Clean.” Felix gasped as Claybourne began to peg his sweet spot on every

downstroke.

“Claim me,” Felix whispered. That seemed to be exactly what his mate needed to hear. Claybourne

nudged his neck with his nose before biting down. Feeling his mate’s canines slide through his skin was too

much, Felix exploded and screamed out his pleasure. Behind him Claybourne roared and thrust one last

time, staying as deep as he could, filling him with jet after jet of his seed. He came so much that Felix could

feel it come out of his ass and begin to drip down his leg.

Exhausted, Claybourne pulled Felix off of the table and onto the floor to lay next to him. Snuggling into

his mate’s arms, Felix smiled.

“You know I came on the dining room table right?” he said, smirking. Claybourne’s hands stilled where

they had been lazily caressing his body.

“At the moment I don’t give a damn,” Claybourne said and rubbed Felix’s back.

“I am a ginger sex god,” Felix said and yawned.

“That you are, trouble,” Claybourne agreed. Felix closed his eyes and let the relaxed darkness take him.

Chapter 13

When Felix woke up the next morning he was cleaned up and in their bed. He stretched and grinned. He

hopped out of bed and went to their closet. It was their closet now, since Claybourne had made it a point to

get his things from the pride house after the virus was cured.

He pulled on his clothes and went in search of his mate. He walked past the dining room table and his

nose picked up the scent of fresh Pledge. Grinning, he found his mate humming to himself making waffles.

Felix watched his mate for a moment, thanking Fate for the man.

“Good, you’re up. I’m making the waffles I promised you,” Claybourne said, smiling at him. Felix

couldn’t help it. He walked over and burrowed under his mate’s arm.

“I love you,” he said. Claybourne stilled.

“I can never hear that enough. I love you too, my mate.” Claybourne leaned down and gave him a

simple kiss.

“Take this plate. I’m cooking the last one now. Then we need to head over to the clinic. Sebastian and

Kate have an appointment today,” Claybourne explained.

Felix devoured every morsel that Claybourne cooked, to the point his stomach was sticking out.

“Come on, trouble, time to go,” Claybourne said from the front door.

“I can’t move. You killed me,” Felix moaned and got up from the sofa. He collapsed there after

breakfast and hadn’t moved an inch the entire time it took Claybourne to clean up after breakfast.

“You didn’t have to eat all of it,” Claybourne said, leaning against the arch that led into the den.

“All your fault. I can’t move,” Felix whimpered.

“Do you want me to carry you?” Claybourne asked. Felix thought about it for a second and shook his

head.

“I need to move to get this digesting.” Felix hobbled to the car and groaned the entire way to town.

Claybourne surprised him by parking at the diner. He looked to his mate questioningly.

“It’s breakfast time and they both have morning appointments. Where do you think they are?” he asked.

Felix nodded and got out of the car. When they opened the diner door, the smell of freshly baked muffins

hit Felix in the face.

“Ma! I’m hungry!” Felix yelled, heading to the table where Sebastian and Kate sat with their mates. He

heard the slap of skin on skin when he turned back. Yep. Mate had his face in his palm.

“You cannot be hungry! You moaned and complained the entire car trip here about how much you ate at

breakfast,” Claybourne said, sitting next to Felix.

Felix turned to his mate, his eyes wide and innocent.

“But that was before I smelled muffins,” he said pouting.

“I am going to have to get a second job just to afford groceries. Where do you put it all?” Claybourne