He knew it was underhanded to claim Sam without his express permission, but he wasn’t taking any chances. Sam could protest all he wanted once they were bound together, once there was no way for Sam to ever leave him again.
While his lips plundered Sam’s mouth, Jesse reached down between their bodies and went to work on the opening of the man’s pants. He needed Sam naked more than he needed to breathe. It was imperative. Breathing wasn’t.
Regretfully, Jesse leaned back and knelt between Sam’s thighs. He really liked kissing Sam, but getting the man naked was more important. He grabbed the hem of Sam’s shirt and started to work it up his stomach and chest. When he reached Sam’s shoulders, he paused and just stared down at Sam. This would be the make-or-break moment for them.
Sam stared up at Jesse for so long that Jesse felt a growl building in his chest. Despite the overwhelming need that he felt to claim Sam, he knew he wouldn’t force him. He wouldn’t hurt a hair on Sam’s head.
When Sam leaned up and allowed Jesse to pull the shirt over his head, Jesse’s legs almost shook in his relief. He tossed the shirt aside then reached for Sam’s pants. A long shudder shook Sam’s body when Jesse’s hand brushed against the hard tent in the man’s pants.
Jesse clenched his teeth, trying to keep control of his desire for the smaller man. He hadn’t wanted anyone but Sam in so many years that he had almost forgot what it felt like to actually touch someone intimately.
Jesse scooted down to the bottom of the bed and grabbed the edge of Sam’s pants. His eyes ate up each inch of naked flesh revealed as he slowly pulled the pants down Sam’s legs. Damn, Sam had just gotten better looking.
How was that even possible?
Sam had been a beautiful child. As an adult, he was breathtaking. Jesse had never met anyone that drew him more than Sam. The thought that he would be able to keep Sam to himself for the rest of his life almost made Jesse come where he stood at the bottom of the bed.
Jesse dropped Sam’s pants to the floor then shoved his own jeans down his legs. He climbed back up on the bed and scooted up to hover over Sam once again, groaning when their naked skin pressed together for the very first time.
He dropped his head down to rest against the soft curve of Sam’s neck and just drew in the heady sensation. Sam’s skin was silky smooth. It was meant to be touched, caressed, and licked. Jesse had every intention of doing all of that and more.
And he needed to do it soon before he embarrassed himself and came before bringing Sam any pleasure. He was holding on to his control by a thread. Just touching Sam after all of these years was a wonder.
Jesse leaned over Sam and reached into his nightstand for the small bottle of lube. He dropped it on the bed beside Sam. His hand trembled slightly as he reached for Sam, trailing his hand from the top of his collarbone down his chest to his abdomen.
So silky smooth
.
Jesse just had to taste. He needed to see if Sam’s skin tasted just as sweet as it felt. He leaned down and licked a path from Sam’s collarbone to his shoulder.
Damn!
It did.
He couldn’t stop. One lick turned into another and then another until Sam’s entire chest had been lavished and Sam was trembling beneath Jesse, which was just the way Jesse wanted him. Sam needed to lose his mind. That was Jesse’s goal. He wanted their first time to be so mind-blowing for Sam that he never thought of leaving again.
As he slowly worked his way down Sam’s body, Jesse reached for the bottle of lube and squirted some out on his fingers. Despite his overwhelming need to claim Sam, he wouldn’t do so until the man was completely ready for him.
When his fingers trailed down between Sam’s ass cheeks, Sam groaned and spread his legs, giving Jesse more access, better access. Jesse was elated, and so aroused that spots danced in front of his eyes.
Stretching Sam’s tight entrance took very little effort as if Sam’s body seemed to know who Jesse was and welcomed him in. The fact that Sam seemed to need each thrust of Jesse’s slick fingers in his ass was just a bonus.
Jesse was almost loath to pull his fingers from Sam’s ass knowing how much pleasure he was giving the man. Almost. But the knowledge that he could give Sam even more pleasure when he claimed him gave Jesse the control to withdraw his fingers and replace them with his aching cock.
He hooked his arms under Sam’s legs and yanked the man’s lower body up into the air. He watched between their bodies as his cock penetrated Sam’s ass, pushing past the first ring of muscles, and then he looked up into the most beautifully astonished amber eyes he had ever gazed into.
Sam’s eyes widened the more that Jesse slid into him. Jesse didn’t see pain in them, or he would have stopped. But the pleasure blossoming across Sam’s flushed face was stripping his control away faster than Jesse could hang on to it.
Jesse raised his face to the ceiling once his cock was fully seated inside of Sam and let out the loud groan that had been trapped in his chest. Sam was finally his. Granted, there was just a bit more to claiming the man, but in this at least, Jesse had accomplished something he had been seeking for more years than he cared to count.
Jesse glanced back down and watched his cock slowly pull out of Sam’s tight opening until just the mushroomed head remained inside the tight circle of muscles then slammed back in. He paused, and his eyes instantly snapped up to Sam’s face when he heard the man’s low cry.
Jesse lowered Sam’s legs and stretched out over the top of him, feathering kisses along Sam’s heated skin. He pulled one of Sam’s legs up to rest against his hip then started moving, slowly at first then with increasing speed as Sam’s cries filled the bedroom.
When Sam’s legs naturally wrapped around his hip, Jesse let go of Sam’s leg and reached between their bodies for the man’s cock. He made sure his thrusts were slow and measured, and his strokes on Sam’s cock were fast. He wanted Sam to come before he fully claimed him. He wanted to drown in the man’s pleasure, knowing he had given it to him.
“Come for me, Sam,” Jesse growled as he looked down into Sam’s dazed eyes. “I want to feel you come for me. I want you to squeeze my cock with your ass.”
When Sam’s breathing hitched, Jesse stroked the man’s cock faster, going from tip to root then back up again. He could see the color bleeding out in Sam’s eyes as his body readied itself to come. Sam was so close Jesse could already smell the cum waiting to shoot out.
“Come for me, baby,” Jesse demanded as he raked his fingernail across the small slit at the top of Sam’s cock. At the same time, he thrust deeply inside of Sam and stilled, his cock so far inside the man’s ass that he wondered if he could ever come out again.
Sam cried out, his eyes drifting closed as his pleasure washed over him. Jesse hummed softly as hot liquid spilled out of Sam’s cock and coated his hand and abdomen. Before Sam could come down from his orgasm, Jesse pulled out just enough to flip the man over onto his stomach. He pushed Sam’s head down to the mattress so he wouldn’t try and use his injured arm to brace himself, and then lifted his ass into the air.
Now, it was his turn.
Jesse grabbed Sam’s hips tightly with his hands and allowed the change to come over him. The beast inside of him howled as it was released to claim their mate. Jesse gloried in the feeling of letting his beast free—the hair that sprouted up along every inch of his skin, the sharp teeth and even sharper claws, the way his body reshaped itself and grew bigger, thicker, transforming into his third form. His bones cracked and his muscles stretched as his body grew to accommodate the beast Jesse had unleashed.
“Mine!” The guttural growl filled the room as Jesse started pounding into Sam’s ass with the force of a freight train.
In his bestial form, Jesse could feel every single inch of Sam’s ass squeeze his cock as he thrust into him over and over again. In this form, the nerves in his cock were hypersensitive, multiplying the pleasure exploding inside of him. It was a genetic anomaly of his kind, meant to make the beast want to copulate with their mate and cement their bond.
It was working.
Jesse could feel a tingle begin at the base of his spine, moving slowly up his body until it settled at the spot where his head met his neck. A short electrical shock made Jesse wince as the tingle moved up into his cerebellum and then expanded throughout his brain, firing up all of his synapses.
As soon as Jesse felt the first short shot of pain in the base of his skull, he leaned forward and sank his teeth deep into the back of Sam’s neck, at the base of his skull. It created a bridge between them, a bond, one that would not be broken even when they passed from this world.
The bite also had the added benefit of declaring Sam his for the entire world to see. No matter how many times Jesse bit Sam in the future, the marks would heal over and fade away. This bite however, this one would heal and scar and mark Sam as his mate for the rest of their lives.
Sam’s hot, coppery blood flooded Jesse’s mouth, rushing over his tongue and filling his senses as he swallowed. Jesse eagerly took gulp after gulp, knowing that the more blood he ingested during their mating, the better their bond. From this day forward, Jesse would be able to track Sam anywhere. The man would never get away from him again.
He would also be able to feel Sam’s emotions as if they were his own, and right now, Sam was totally blissed out as another orgasm started to rush over him. Jesse carefully withdrew his teeth and licked the mate mark clean to close the wound, satisfied that the bite would heal but the mark would remain.
With Sam’s tight muscles spasming around his cock, it didn’t take more than a couple of powerful thrusts before Jesse felt the head of his cock expand, locking him in place inside of Sam’s body.
Jesse had been expecting the knot, anticipating it. He had been told by his father that it was something that only happened when he claimed his mate for the very first time. It was the beast’s version of a mating knot, a way of ensuring that the mating took place by locking them together until the beast had released his seed inside his mate’s tight channel and been absorbed by Sam’s body.
And then Jesse was coming, shooting his hot seed deep into Sam’s body. His loud roar of ecstasy shook the windows and made the bed vibrate beneath him. When every last ounce of cum had been pulled from his body, Jesse wrapped his arms around Sam and rolled them both onto their sides. He didn’t want to crush Sam’s smaller body with his, but there was no way he could leave Sam until the knot receded.
Jesse pulled Sam back against his chest then reached back behind him and grabbed the blanket, pulling it over the both of them. Sam whimpered for a moment as he snuggled into Jesse’s chest then stilled as his body gave in to exhaustion.
Jesse lay there with Sam in his arms and watched the sun set through the window, wondering how he had been so lucky to have Sam finally come home. He had a lot of questions for the man, the least of which was why in the hell had he left in the first place?
Jesse had thought things were going perfectly between them. He had been slowly wooing Sam, bringing the man around to the fact that they would one day be mates. That first kiss on the porch had given him such hope that he had been making headway.
And the next day, Sam was simply gone.
Jesse had kept track of Sam over the years through Sarah Bishop, his housekeeper and Sam’s mother. Every time he heard of Sam dating someone, he had wanted to track the offender down and kill him. The man Sam was dating, not Sam. Jesse would never hurt a single hair on Sam’s head.
The same did not hold true for anyone that touched his mate. He’d start with whoever had marked up his mate’s beautiful face. Jesse growled as he glanced down and spotted the fading bruises on Sam’s cheek.
Someone needed to die.
“Sshhh.” Jesse’s eyebrows shot up when Sam reached up in his sleep and gently patted the arm Jesse had wrapped around him. Sam was trying to comfort him.
When his anger faded away to be replaced with a peaceful calm he hadn’t felt since that fateful kiss on the porch five years ago, Jesse knew he had made the right decision in claiming Sam. The man had the innate ability to calm both Jesse and the beast inside of him.
Jesse laid his head on the pillow next to Sam and pushed his nose into the man’s light brown curls. He inhaled deeply and the natural scent of his mate flowed over him. Honeysuckle. That was the only thing Jesse could liken the sweet scent to. Sam smelled like wild honeysuckle.
It had been Jesse’s favorite scent since the day he met the man when they were just kids. He hadn’t known then that Sam would be his mate. Hell, he hadn’t known until Sam was twenty-one that they would be mates. They had been friends, but that was about it.
And then one day Jesse had lost himself in the man’s sweet smile. It had felt like getting hit by a freight train. One moment, Sam had simply been a friend of the family, the housekeeper’s annoying son. And then Sam had tossed his head back and laughed at something Gabe had said, and the whole course of Jesse’s life had changed.
Jesse had never been able to figure out if it was Sam’s beauty that had drawn him in or the joy in his laughter. Jesse didn’t much care as long as Sam was his. But he certainly wanted to hear more of it. Every time Jesse heard Sam laugh, he felt like the sun shined just for him.