Fighting Temptation [Brac Village 11] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) (9 page)

Turi was his and Carmine had decided that he wasn’t letting the man go. He also knew that if he claimed Turi, there was nothing his mate’s father or uncle could do. Paranormal law prevented
anyone
from interfering in a mating.

Once he claimed Turi tonight, he had every right to defend his mate any way he saw fit. But that’s not what Carmine was trying to do. He knew Turi cared about his father and wasn’t out to hurt his mate. But if that man came anywhere near his little fey, Carmine was going to rip the man’s head from his shoulders.

He had also kept Turi at bay because he wasn’t sure if his mate could handle what Carmine would demand of him. He liked to play, sometimes a bit rough. Carmine wasn’t sure Turi could handle that. He was about to find out. If Turi couldn’t handle Carmine’s kinks, he would back off. But it was a large part of his life and he wanted Turi to be a part of that.

But tonight he would go slow. He would ease his mate into the different flavors Carmine enjoyed.

“I can’t believe how wet I got.”

Oh, Carmine could take that statement in so many different ways. He hadn’t forgotten all the flirting Turi had done at the bowling alley. Carmine was just wondering if the man could put his money where his mouth was.

He was about to find out. Stripping his shirt over his head, Carmine tossed it aside. The cool air in the room caressed his heated skin. He was flush from the need pulsing deep inside of him. He should have been freezing from being wet and walking into an air conditioned home. But Carmine was hot all over, ready to take Turi any way he could get the man.

When Turi looked as if he were about to walk away, Carmine wrapped his fingers around the man’s arm and pulled him back, swinging Turi around to face him. “You can undress right here.”

Turi stood there, looking like a sexy, drenched man. His green eyes grew big as he watched Carmine shove his jeans down his legs. He dropped to the couch, kicking his boots off before relieving himself of his pants. “What are you waiting on?”

Reaching down, Turi pulled off his sandals as slow as he could. Carmine was left with nothing but his wet boxers on. He lifted his hips and shoved them down his legs, dropping the material to the floor.

Now he was totally naked, hard as hell, and waiting on his mate to join him. “From the way you were acting at the bowling alley, I would’ve thought you’d be rushing to get undressed.”

Carmine pushed from the couch when Turi just stood there looking as if he didn’t know what to do. He walked with a predatory gait toward his mate, giving the man a half smile. When he reached Turi, Carmine didn’t say a word.

“I can undress myself,” Turi said in a voice that was almost a whisper. Carmine didn’t back away. He stood there naked and hard, waiting.

He could see Turi visibly swallowing as his mate’s fingers reached under his shirt and began to pull the wet material over his head. Carmine got his first glimpse at his mate’s slim chest and what a sight it was to behold. His mouth was already watering to take a bite. “Your pants, Turi.”

Carmine knew he had to take over. Turi seemed to be functioning on one brain cell. The man was slow to move and it was driving Carmine mad to wait. He began a slow, leisurely walk around his mate until he was standing at Turi’s back. Pressing his chest into Turi’s back, Carmine brushed the man’s wet hair aside and kissed the pointy tip of his mate’s ear. “Scared?”

Turi gave a slight jump and then let out a long groan. Carmine bit back the smile when he saw Turi’s ear wiggle. It was the strangest and most erotic sight he had ever seen. From the reaction of his kiss, Carmine knew it was Turi’s erogenous zone as well. He was going to have to remember that.

Turi began to fumble with the button of his jeans, his breath coming out in quick pants. Reaching around his mate, Carmine rested his hands over Turi’s.

“Relax.” Carmine pressed a kiss to Turi’s bare shoulder. “I know you are well aware of what is about to happen. If you need me to take over—”

“N–no, I can do this.”

Carmine rested his chin on Turi’s shoulder as he watched the clumsy way his mate tried to unfasten his jeans. When he tilted his head to look at Turi, he saw that his mate was blinking rapidly.

“Are you a virgin, Turi?” Carmine asked in the lightest of whispers, his voice deep with seduction and desire. “Is that why you’re so nervous?”

He had his answer when he skimmed his hands over Turi’s bare sides and the man jumped again. “Mmm, maybe I should cuff you and have my wicked way with you.”

Turi’s breath hitched but he didn’t say no. Hope welled up inside Carmine that maybe Turi could handle what Carmine wanted to do with the man.

Before his mate could say a word, Carmine walked over to the table on the side of the couch and grabbed his cuffs. He ran the smooth steel down Turi’s arm, teasing the man and waiting to see if Turi would protest to what he had in mind.

His mate didn’t say a word.

Carmine eased one cuff around the man’s wrist, snapping it closed. “Is it too tight?”

Turi shook his head.

When his fingers caressed the man’s other wrist, he felt the plastic coil. “Do you need your whistle, Turi, or can I remove it?”

“I don’t—” With a casual movement, he turned his head and faced Carmine. “Do I need it?”

The man was asking if he could trust Carmine, wanting to know if this was a safe place for him. Carmine eased the coil from Turi’s wrist. “You’ll never need it when I’m with you.”

As he finished talking, Carmine snapped the other cuff in place. “You still have control, Turi. I promise.” His fingers brushed over Turi’s lower stomach before Carmine unsnapped the man’s jeans. He took his time, tugging at the wet denim inch by slow inch.

Turi’s supple body tensed as the material reached his knees. To Carmine’s surprise, the man wasn’t wearing any underwear. His mate’s cock had sprung free, the head glistening with pre-cum. “Lean your back into me.”

His mate did, and Carmine tapped one of Turi’s ankles. His mate lifted his foot and Carmine eased the denim free. He did the same with the other until he could drop the wet pants on the floor. Carmine held Turi’s sides as he stood, helping the man balance himself.

Carmine ran his knuckles down his mate’s smooth back and over one flared cheek before he moved to stand in front of Turi. He inspected the man from head to toe and appreciated every square inch of the guy’s body.

“Very nice.” Carmine stated his approval. The man was lightly tanned, had a slim body, and his cock was very impressive. It curved up toward his stomach, flushed with arousal and demanding attention.

Carmine was glad he hadn’t held out on his resolution to keep Turi away. Not just because of the sex that was about to come, but because he knew they were a perfect match in every way. “You look very seductive wearing my cuffs.”

The side of Turi’s mouth turned up into a smile. It seemed he wasn’t that shy after all. There was a little rebellion in him. “You think so?”

Carmine let out a low growl as he twined his fingers in Turi’s hair. The strands were wet, making his hair look charcoal black. Carmine tilted Turi’s head back, letting one finger trail down the man’s throat. “I’m positive.”

He wasn’t sure where to start. Turi’s body was like a smorgasbord and every bit of the feast looked appetizing. Carmine had fought against getting close, but he knew subconsciously that this was inevitable. That’s why he couldn’t leave Turi to the Lakelands. That was why he had taken Turi under his protection.

He had known things would lead to this, and a part of him had wanted it. Of course, it was the part that wasn’t shouting that he didn’t want to end up like his father.

“Tell me, Turi, have you ever sucked cock?” Carmine watched Turi’s reaction. The man blinked a few times before his eyes dropped to Carmine’s erection.

“No.” The smaller man’s eyes never left his groin. Carmine had a feeling that Turi had always wanted to try oral sex, but had never dared to experiment.

Circling his fingers around the base of his shaft, Carmine gave a light squeeze. “Can you manage to get to your knees, or do you need me to help you?”

The man looked confused at first. His brows furrowed as he began to chew on his bottom lip.

“It wasn’t a difficult question, Turi.” Carmine fought the temptation to forgo the foreplay and help the man. He wanted Turi to be just as turned on and willing as Carmine was. He had to control his needs.

“I think I might need help.”

Releasing his shaft, Carmine moved behind Turi and gently settled him into place. His fingers caressed the man’s half-dried hair, letting the strands slip through his fingers before slowly walking back around. Turi was at the perfect height on his knees, his face right at Carmine’s groin.

“Take me into your mouth, Turi.” Carmine guided the head to Turi’s lips as they parted. It was the most spectacular sight he had ever seen. Turi knelt there, hands cuffed behind him, lips parted and waiting.

Carmine damn near came.

The man was a natural-born submissive. Carmine could see the truth in Turi’s emerald-green eyes. He wanted Carmine to take over, to show him what to do. No, to
tell
him what to do.

Carmine swiped the head of his cock over Turi’s bottom lip, painting the skin with his pre-cum. Before he told the man, Turi was licking his lip clean, his tongue searching out more of Carmine’s essence.

Pressing forward, Carmine pushed the head past his mate’s lips, shivering at the feeling of seeing his cock disappear into the man’s mouth. “Suck it, Turi.”

Carmine could feel his legs begin a light shake, his control barely there. His fingers glided through Turi’s hair as his mate began to lick Carmine’s heavily veined cock. Carmine gave a sharp growl, gritting his teeth at the pleasure that was racing through him.

Turi might not know what he was doing, but the man was sending Carmine quickly to the edge. His tongue twirled around the head, his eyes darting up, staring at Carmine as he leaned forward and took more of Carmine’s length into his mouth.

He wanted to pump his hips, to fuck Turi’s pretty lips, but he forced himself to be still. “Suck me. Don’t tease.”

He stared down at Turi, the man’s eyes intense as Carmine held his mate securely in place. This was a degree of torture he had never experienced. Turi’s tongue appeared and licked over Carmine’s cock. It was rough, rasping at his flesh. Carmine couldn’t control himself. He arched against Turi’s wet mouth, needing more.

“I’m going to fuck your mouth, Turi.” His hips moved slowly and evenly. His body was so hard, felt so hot that Carmine thought he was going to go up in flames. He wanted to dominate and possess. He felt the blood thundering through his veins. He wanted to claim Turi. He wanted him so badly it was about to kill Carmine.

But first he needed to take off the edge. His mate was watching him heatedly, his eyes glittering. And then Turi moaned. The pleasure vibrated against Carmine’s cock, making him gasp for breath. His mate’s lashes lowered, becoming heavy with sexuality, his lips becoming fuller, his face tight with need.

Turi’s lips slid erotically over Carmine’s cock making him feel as if he were going to melt. His hands gripped Turi’s hair tighter, holding the man in place as he clenched his jaw.

“So good,” he whispered into the room. The pleasure was building inside of him. His body tightened involuntarily, every bone and muscle in him locking into place as he plunged his cock deeper into Turi’s mouth. The hot draw of Turi’s lips, the moist wash of his tongue, was killing Carmine, killing him with pleasure.

Turi sucked harder and Carmine’s back arched. “Fuck!” His fingers gripped the man’s hair tighter as Carmine came down his throat.

He let out a sharp growl, knowing his canines were at full length. “Now I am about to claim you.”

Turi was still reeling from what had just happened as Carmine picked him up from the floor and carried him down the hallway. His mate kicked the door open and Turi saw that they were in a bedroom.

He was nervous and elated that Carmine was finally going to make him his. His mate removed the cuffs and Turi almost protested. He liked giving Carmine full control because he had no clue what he was doing.

His mate pulled Turi’s hands over his head and then locked the cuffs into place around the headboard.

He lay there watching Carmine, shivering from not only the air conditioner, but what was to come. He had no idea what Carmine was going to demand of him. Turi pulled at the cuffs and then sighed. He liked having the larger man dominate him.

He never knew that about himself, that he wanted someone else to take over. No, not someone else, Carmine. Turi had no problem letting Carmine dominate him. He trusted the man like he had trusted no other. Carmine was fierce, masculine, and his mate. Turi knew that Carmine wouldn’t hurt him or force him to do anything he wasn’t comfortable with. He could feel it in his gut.

“You can’t get free.” Carmine moved around the bed. His canines were at full length, his café-brown eyes filled with a savage heat. “You are about to be claimed, Turi. There is no use fighting this.”

“I–I don’t want to fight it.”

“But you want to test your boundaries.” Carmine nodded toward the cuffs.