Paws for Change (8 page)

“So I could tell you that you’re welcome to touch me,” Dillan told him. He licked his lips and smiled as he reached out and gripped Derek’s wrists. “Now that I’ve tortured you a little, I think it’s time you took what you want, don’t you?”

Dillan tugged Derek’s hands off of the washer and pulled them toward his own head. He placed Derek’s hands on Dillan’s shoulders, then released him. Next, Dillan grabbed the base of Derek’s dick and brought the head back to his mouth. He peered up at him through his lashes as he kissed the head.

“Now, fuck my mouth with this pretty cock of yours while I play with your balls.”

Derek moaned and nodded. Nothing had ever sounded so fantastic. He wanted to drive his cock into Dillan’s mouth, bury himself in his throat and coat his throat with his seed.

Dillan opened his mouth and sucked him in. He placed his left hand on Derek’s hip, lightly holding, probably to keep himself steady. As he reached out with his other hand and palmed Derek’s balls, Dillan swallowed his prick down to the root. He slowly drew off, sucking lightly, as he fondled Derek’s orbs through the sensitive skin of his sacks.

Groaning, Derek’s hips jerked. This time, Dillan massaged the skin of his groin, encouraging him instead of stopping him. Derek’s control snapped at the sensual sight and feel of it.

Derek thrust, driving his dick into Dillan’s mouth. When he pulled back out, Dillan sucked hard, exerting the most exquisite pressure on him. Wanting to feel that again, Derek slid his hands up and cupped Dillan’s jaw. He started snapping his hips, sinking into his lover’s mouth over and over.

Dillan kept up with him. He sucked strongly each time Derek pulled out and tickled the wrinkled skin beneath his cap every time he sank back into his mouth. Somehow, Dillan even managed to swallow around the cap of his prick each time he lodged his head into his throat.

When Dillan rolled his balls, the combination of sensations became too much. His testicles felt as if they were sucked up by his body. His cock erupted, his seed expelling from his shaft in pulses of nearly painful bliss. Dillan swallowed around him, humming, drinking his seed down swiftly as if it was so good he didn’t want to miss a drop.

Finally, Derek’s orgasm eased, leaving him floating on heady waves of endorphins. His softening penis grew too sensitive and he grunted and shuddered.

Evidently reading Derek’s responses, Dillan allowed his dick to slip from his lips. He rose to his feet, sliding his hands to Dillan’s bare ass as he did so. Gripping and squeezing his globes, Dillan pulled their groins flush together.

At some point, Dillan must have shoved his own sweats down below his balls, for he pressed his naked groin against Derek’s. Feeling a hard, thick erection pressed against him for the first time, his softened prick twitched as if readying for round two.

Dillan slowly began to rock against him, grinding his erection along the groove of Derek’s thigh. Releasing his right hand’s hold on his ass, Dillan gripped Derek’s neck as he rested his forehead against Derek’s own.

“That was the best fucking breakfast I’ve ever had,” Dillan whispered. “You are so fucking sexy in passion.”

Derek felt his face flush at Dillan’s words as he thought his lover’s voice sounded a bit hoarse. Perhaps from his rough treatment, which was a sexy-as-fuck thought.

“I can’t wait to fuck you and feel your tight ass wrapped around my hard cock,” Dillan continued. As he spoke, he rubbed his prick against Derek harder. “I want to fill your ass with my seed, just like you coated my throat.”

Derek’s ass clenched upon hearing Dillan’s words and he moaned. At that moment in time, he was almost ready to beg for just that.

Dillan rutted against Derek. His mate’s sweaty and spit-slicked groin felt fantastic against his throbbing shaft. He wished he could pick his mate up, set him on the washer, and bury himself hilt-deep in his tight ass. Unfortunately, Dillan knew now wasn’t the time...and his mate wasn’t ready.

Instead, Dillan rocked against Derek, keeping a smooth steady pace that he knew would quickly bring him to completion.

Using his grip on Derek’s neck, Dillan captured his mate’s mouth. He pushed his tongue between Derek’s lips. He reveled up hearing Derek’s moan, knowing his lover could taste himself on his tongue and seemed to enjoy it.

Dillan felt his balls draw up. He’d almost come from tasting his mate’s seed and knew this wouldn’t take long. Breaking the kiss, Dillan stared into Derek’s eyes. He watched his lover sweep his gaze over Dillan’s face, his face flushed as he panted softly.

Derek eased his grip on his shoulder blades. Then, he slid one hand down Dillan’s spine and teased the top of his crease. Staring into Dillan’s eyes, Derek whispered, “I’m not the only person who’s gonna get fucked.”

Surprise shot through Dillan and another wave of lust burst within him. The image of Derek drilling him with the long, thick cock he’d just had in his mouth flashed across his mind. His balls pulled tight and his orgasm washed over him.

Dillan’s cock spurted, soaking the front of Derek’s shirt with his seed. Waves of heady bliss pulsed through his body in time with his spurts. Moaning softly, Dillan rested his head against Derek’s shoulder. He nuzzled his lover’s neck, licking and nipping the warm flesh, the urge to bite his mate nagging at him like an itch he couldn’t scratch.

Soon.

Instead, Dillan enjoyed the feel of Derek’s arms around him. He held his mate close and reveled in the knowledge of their combined scents. Dillan loved that any shifter that came close would know that Derek was Dillan’s.

“I don’t know if I should feel grateful or jealous of all those other guys,” Derek whispered.

Dillan lifted his head. Staring into Derek’s eyes, he used his thumb to gently massage the pulse point of his mate’s neck. He saw the rueful look on Derek’s face and cocked his head, trying to understand it.

“What do you mean?”

“You suck like a pro hoover, so I should be grateful,” Derek replied, his face turning a light shade of pink. “On the other hand, it means you’ve been with...well, a lot of people.”

Clearing his throat, Dillan nodded slowly. “I can understand that predicament,” he murmured. Hell, he couldn’t even count the number of people he’d fucked and been fucked by over the past three-hundred-plus years. Seeing Derek’s grimace and guessing by that look and by his scent that it stemmed from insecurity, Dillan assured, “While I do have plenty of experience, I will never stray. You are it for me.” Then, his eyes narrowed. “Just as I will be it for you,” he growled. The idea of another touching his mate setting off every possessive instinct he had. “No other will touch you.”

Derek’s eyes widened. He opened his mouth, then closed it again. Furrowing his brows, he whispered, “How can you be so certain so fast?”

Realizing he couldn’t explain about shifters and mates just yet—hell, he needed to get his ass out on the front porch and invite his godson in—Dillan decided to say, “I will explain this to you, but I think my godson is probably getting impatient right about now.”

Gaping, Derek’s face turned beet red. “Shit. I totally forgot they were out there.”

Dillan chuckled softly. “Ditch the shirt. We’ll toss it back in the wash,” he advised as he eased away from Derek.

He slid his sweats up his hips just enough to keep them on without putting them over his cock and balls before opening the door to the kitchen. He quickly made certain it was empty before crossing to the sink. While he was ninety-nine percent certain Edwin and Byron wouldn’t enter without permission, that didn’t mean that one percent couldn’t happen.

After he grabbed the dishtowel from a drawer, he soaked it with water and rung it out, then he gave his cock, balls, and abs a quick wipe-down. He wanted the sight of the semen gone, but didn’t care so much about the smell. Once visibly clean, he rinsed out the towel, and returned to Derek.

Seeing his mate completely naked, his mostly flaccid dick lying against his left thigh, Dillan nearly swallowed his tongue. He paused for an instant and admired the view as Derek rubbed his once again dirty shirt over his abs.

Dillan wasn’t certain what Derek did to work out, but it showed. His abs were even more defined than his own. His arm muscles bulged. His thick thighs looked like he spent hours every day doing leg presses.

“Holy shit, Derek,” Dillan whispered, finding his tongue. Seeing Derek pause and look up at him in surprise, he smiled in appreciation. His mate had no idea of his appeal. “You are fucking stunning, handsome. I thought you were a lawyer. Do you spend the rest of your time in the gym?”

Derek’s cheeks pinked and he looked down at his own body. “Uh, just, you know, to work out to blow off steam.”

“Well, it certainly shows,” Dillan stated, closing the distance between them. “Here.” Without asking, Dillan pressed the warm, wet cloth to Derek’s abs. He smiled upon hearing his mate’s sharply indrawn breath, but that didn’t stop him from rubbing the cloth over his skin. Lifting his gaze to Derek’s wide brown eyes, Dillan narrowed his own and huskily whispered, “Part of the fun is clean-up afterward.”

Derek grunted. His chest heaved as his breathing sped up and the abs under Dillan’s touch quivered. When Dillan lowered the cloth to gently rub his mate’s cock and balls, Derek moaned. To Dillan’s pride, his mate’s prick stirred, reacting to his touch.

Gasping, Derek pulled away from him. Putting a couple of steps between them, he grabbed his jeans and started yanking them on. “Th-That’s good.”

Dillan met Derek’s furtive glances, hoping he looked innocent...sort of. Derek’s face again flushed pink, betraying his innocence. Dillan truly loved that about his mate. While a grown man, his mate still had a somewhat limited, innocent view of sex.

Shrugging, Dillan stated, “I do love how you respond to me, Derek. I can’t resist touching you.”

“Well, uh, your-your godson is waiting, uh, what’s his name?”

“Edwin. His name is Edwin Aldridge,” Dillan told him, tossing the towel in the basket beside the washer. He noted Derek had helped himself and threw his t-shirt in there as well. Dillan liked that. “Edwin’s partner is Byron Ziegler. I’m not certain if Byron’s half-sister Diana will be with them. She was the one on the motorcycle with me yesterday. She’d never been on one before and wanted a ride.”

“O-Okay.”

As Dillan pulled up sweats into a comfortable position low on his hips, he headed toward the kitchen, calling over his shoulder, “If you want to go to my bedroom, you’re welcome to rummage through my drawers for a shirt.” He paused in the doorway and turned back to grin widely at his lover. “Of course, none of them would be surprised to find that we’re both shirtless, so don’t get dressed because you think they expect modesty.”

Without waiting for a response, Dillan headed through the door into the kitchen. He took a moment to start a new pot of coffee, then he headed to the front door. Opening it, Dillan stepped out on the front porch.

Dillan spotted Edwin and Byron arguing in front of a vehicle he didn’t recognize. Edwin had his hands on his hips and scowled at Byron. Byron wore a long-suffering expression as he reached out, placed his hands on Edwin’s upper arms, and rubbed them.

Hearing Edwin say
his
name as well as
some human
and
Derek
and
trust him,
Dillan decided to give the couple a minute. Looking around, he spotted Diana sitting on the front porch swing. She had her foot on the railing and gently rocked the swing. Diana smirked at him.

Dillan crooked a finger and beckoned her. She rose, so he backed up a step and headed back into the house. He waited in the foyer and made certain she left the door open. Eventually, Edwin would come up for air from his irritation and he’d realized the open door and the missing Diana meant come on it. In the meantime, Dillan would start breakfast.

“Good morning, Diana,” Dillan greeted, once inside the house. He stepped forward and gave her a quick hug. “Sorry to keep you waiting.”

Diana snickered and gave him a knowing look. “Yes, you
have
had a good morning,” she teased, sniffing him. “No wonder you kept us waiting. I would have, too.” She winked and grinned.

Snorting, Dillan grumbled, “Don’t say anything to Derek. He’s...shy.”

“Oh, a shy boy,” Diana responded playfully. “That’ll be so much fun.”

“Diana,” Dillan rumbled in warning.

Diana’s laughter tinkled through the front room. “Oh, please,” she said, grinning happily. “As if I’d do anything to jeopardize your bonding.”

“Good,” Dillan grumbled, frowning. He cleared his expression. “Now, you can help me make breakfast.”

Still smirking, Diana responded, “You haven’t started breakfast?” She laid her hand across her breast. “Why ever not?”

“Smart ass.”

Listening to Diana snicker happily, Dillan led the way into the kitchen. “Grab the bacon and eggs out of the fridge. I’m going to heat up the oven to cook the hash brown patties, then I’ll heat up the skillet.” As he spoke, Dillan placed a metal flat iron over two of the burners and turned them on. “And the butter,” he added, turning on the oven.

“Sure thing,” Diana said. “Think fast.”

Dillan turned just in time to see Diana tossing the tub of butter at him. He easily caught it. He managed to frown in Diana’s direction for just an instant before he cracked up, chuckling. Shaking his head, Dillan pulled out a knife, popped open the container lid, then sliced a few tabs and tossed them along the flat metal surface.

“Here.”

Turning, Dillan saw that Diana held out the package of premade, frozen hash brown patties. He took it and set it on the counter. Next, he pulled out a cookie sheet. After spraying it with cooking spray, he arranged ten hash brown rectangles on the sheet before shoving it into the oven.

Dillan pulled a timer from a bottom drawer, twisted the dial, and set it on the counter. Then, he turned and froze. He saw Derek standing at the counter watching him, his uncertainty clear.

Setting down the package of bacon and carton of eggs Diana had just handed to him, Dillan grabbed a paper towel from the role. He wiped his hands as he crossed to his lover.