One Year Anniversary in Sydney…
Nicor pulled at the black tie around his neck. He'd never liked wearing these things and avoided it at all costs. It felt like he was choking. But now that he was dating a famous artist, he had to get used to them. For some reason a lot of gallery openings were black-tie affairs and there was no way he was going to miss his mate's hard work being put on display for the sake of a damn tie. He'd already missed Jordan's first gallery showing when he'd had to leave Sydney suddenly all those many months ago.
Now, though, they were back and he had another chance.
The glass of champagne he held had long since gone warm so Nicor placed it on the tray of the first waiter he saw. Jordan had thankfully warned him to eat something beforehand. Nicor had listened to his mate and had a quick burger before he arrived. If he hadn't, Nicor would've been starving by now. The trays of food always seemed to empty before they arrived to him. Not that there was much on them to begin with. The servings were tiny and could be swallowed whole.
It had been nearly two hours since Nicor last laid eyes on his mate, Jordan having been swept away by first Mandy and then god knows who else. The gallery was packed, which was great for Jordan, not so good for Nicor. He'd never liked crowds much, especially in confined spaces.
Nicor made his way through the people, who were all gathered around Jordan's art. He did notice several sold stickers on the pieces as he headed to the front door. Nicor wasn't leaving, he just needed some fresh air.
He nodded to the security guy they had on the front door tonight and stepped out of the crowded gallery and onto the footpath out front. The cool breeze on his face was wonderful after the warmth from inside.
His phone vibrated in his pants pocket. Nicor had turned it to silent, not wanting to be that person who had their phone ring loudly in the middle of an event.
Nicor's heart sank when he saw Adze's name on his caller ID. Knowing what his boss was about to say, Nicor sighed and answered the call.
"Hey boss," he said lightly.
"Nicor. How's things?" Adze asked.
He knew Adze wasn't asking for the sake of it, but actually wanted to know how he was getting on. All his packmates followed Jordan's shows now, wanting insider news about themes and such. Callum had even talked Jordan into a commissioned piece for Pyro, though they hadn't shared what it was with everyone.
"Good. Really good, I think. Jordan's gallery exhibit opened tonight. You've seen his work. You know how good he is," Nicor gushed a little. His mate was a very talented man.
"Glad to hear things are going well." Adze sighed.
"Please don't tell me you're calling me in. We just got here two days ago, Adze," Nicor complained.
"Nah, just wanted to give you a heads up. Between you going with Jordan on his exhibition trips and Oriax's trouble with his mate, we don't have enough team members to deal with the situation so I've called in the others to take this one."
"You think they're ready?" Nicor asked speculatively. They'd been training for months with Aamon's Beta team, having them shadow and help out on their calls. Adze had apparently been working on getting approval for a second Aussie team for a while, which Nicor loved the idea of that coming through finally. There was far too much activity and land for just the one team to handle anymore.
"There's only one way to find out," Adze said confidently.
"True that. So what are they hunting?"
"A possible Lamia in Cairns."
"What the fuck is a Lamia?" Nicor asked. He couldn't ever remember hearing that name before.
"Child eating demon." Adze sighed. "They're very rare. Women can turn into them after the death of their own children."
"Fuck, seriously? That's messed up!"
"Yeah. Nothing like throwing them in the deep end of the swimming pool, but it couldn't be helped."
"Thanks, man, I really appreciate you not calling me back in so soon."
"Don't mention it, you'll both be back in a few days anyway right?" Adze asked.
"Yeah, we'll be home in a couple of days."
Nicor smiled wide. He'd been so ecstatic when Jordan had agreed to pack up and move to Melbourne so they could spend more time together. They still hadn't officially mated, but Nicor was in no rush. He had the rest of his life to spend with Jordan.
Adze had purchased one of the apartments right below their own and decked it out so that Jordan could use it as an art studio and room. Lately though, Jordan had been spending more and more nights falling asleep cuddled up to Nicor, and sharing soft gentle kisses, then in his own place. He was loving that his mate felt comfortable enough around him to do that.
They were currently staying at the hound's apartment in Sydney since Jordan had sold his house.
"No worries, we'll see you when you get home, unless anything else pops up before then."
Nicor disconnected the call then ran his hand through his hair, grateful Adze hadn't called him back. He glanced at his watch and realised it was nearing midnight. It was about time he found his mate and rescued him from whatever hell he'd been dragged into. Jordan wasn't a fan of crowds either. He'd much prefer to lock himself away in his studio than deal with people—unless it was Callum and Archie. Jordan got along famously with those two.
Nicor nodded to the security guard on his way back in, then made his way through the crowd, looking for the one and only person he wanted to see.
Jordan's expression lit up when he saw Nicor heading towards him. His heart skipped a beat at the effect he obviously had on his mate. Time had been slowly bringing them together and making them closer.
To Nicor's utter surprise Jordan stepped right up to him, wrapped his arm around Nicor's neck and pulled him down for a tender kiss.
"Missed you," Jordan whispered when he pulled back, smiling up at Nicor.
Nicor's heart melted, he leaned down and kissed his mate again. "Missed you too," he whispered back. "Can we talk?"
Tension coiled under his mate's shoulders. The man definitely needed a break.
Jordan's expression didn't change, but Nicor could see the hint of something mischievous in his eyes. He had to stop himself from laughing at how badly Jordan wanted to escape his current situation.
"If you'll all excuse me," Jordan said to the group he had been chatting with before Nicor found him. "My partner needs a moment of my time."
Jordan took Nicor's hand and led them off the gallery floor. They escaped down a passage to Mandy's office.
"Quick, in here, before someone stops us," Jordan said.
Nicor followed Jordan in and was surprised when Jordan pushed him up against the closed door and stepped right into his personal space.
"Did I tell you how good you look in that suit?" Jordan asked as he kissed Nicor's neck, lightly scraping his teeth against the pulse point.
Nicor groaned, his cock waking up and wanting to play. Nicor wrapped his arms around Jordan, pulling him close. He trailed his hands down his mate's back until he cupped Jordan's perfectly shaped ass. He squeezed and lifted.
Jordan didn't hesitate. His arms went around Nicor's neck and his legs wrapped around his waist. Nicor flipped them, pressing Jordan against the door. His mate's eyes were half lidded, Nicor leaned in and kissed his man, lips, teeth and tongue battled for supremacy. His mate tightened his hold on Nicor.
Nicor broke the kiss at the unexpected feeling of Jordan's hard cock pressing up against his stomach. He didn't let go, but leaned his head against the door, next to Jordan's. His breathing came out hard and fast as he tried to get his body under control.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he swore. "Just give me a minute, please."
Jordan's fingers wound into the back of his hair and he tugged lightly, trying to get Nicor to look at him.
"It's okay. I wanted this," Jordan whispered.
"That's not the issue," Nicor said then swore again.
"Oh." Jordan sounded unsure and Nicor didn't want that.
"I should let you down," Nicor said as he loosened his grip and tried to step back to give Jordan room to stand.
Jordan had other ideas though and continued to cling to him.
Nicor chuckled. "Gonna be like that, is it?"
"Yep. Now what's the problem?" Jordan wasn't one to beat around the bush.
"Adze called."
"Oh," Jordan's expression dropped and he loosened his grip on Nicor. "You're not being called away already are you? I was supposed to have you all to myself for a week."
Not wanting his mate to fall, Nicor set him down and didn't let go until he was sure Jordan was steady on his feet.
Nicor gently lifted Jordan's face so they were once again looking at each other. "Not at the moment. He called to let me know of a situation happening in Cairns and the Beta team is dealing with it. But if something else comes up in the meantime, he'll have to call me back."
Jordan was quite for a moment after that as he thought. "Fair enough. It was nice of Adze to call and give you a heads up."
"I love you." Nicor blurted out of the blue. This incredible man in front of him had packed up his life and moved to Melbourne to be with him. He never got angry when Nicor had to disappear at a moment's notice to go hunt down some creature who was wreaking havoc on the population. Nicor's emotions all kinda bubbled over in that moment and words happened.
Jordan laughed, a happy sound Nicor never tired of.
"You know what?" his mate asked, a twinkle in his eye.
"What?" Nicor asked.
"I love you, too."
Nicor crushed his mouth to Jordan's and kissed his mate like his life depended on it. Tender and sweet had gone out the door with those four little words.
When they finally broke apart they were both breathing heavily.
"Let's get out of here," Jordan said as he took Nicor's hand and started leading him towards the door.
"We can't leave, Jordan. This is the opening night of your new exhibition." Nicor pulled his mate to a stop.
"Of course we can leave. As you said, it's my exhibition, which means I can leave whenever I damn well want to, and that's right now." Jordan tugged once more on Nicor's hand.
Who was he to argue with the man of the hour?
They found Mandy on the edge of the crowd and told her they were leaving. She didn't look happy, but Jordan didn't seem to care. Nicor wasn't going to add his two cents worth as this was Jordan's business, not his.
Nicor didn't feel the cold night breeze as they stepped outside, his body felt like it was on fire. They were soon in his car and heading back to the apartment.
The second the apartment door was closed behind them Jordan jumped him. Buttons went flying when Jordan ripped open Nicor's shirt. He wasn't going to complain though. His mate wanted him, was pushing to have him. No way would he stop. Nicor staggered down the hall, a very determined mate clinging to him, driving him wild with teeth, lips and hands the entire way.
"Off," Jordan rasped and Nicor shrugged out of his jacket, letting it fall wherever it did.
He reluctantly had to break their kiss as his tie was loosened and pulled over his head. He fiddled with the shirt sleeves as he stumbled along, finally shrugging out of that as well. His shoes disappeared in the passage.
By the time he made it to the bedroom, all that Nicor had left were his underwear and socks.
Jordan had managed to lose his jacket and tie—that was it.
"Your turn now." Nicor growled as he dumped Jordan in the middle of his bed.
He'd fantasised about this moment ever since meeting his mate. He didn't think it would actually happen tonight, though. Nicor watched Jordan scramble out of his clothes, Jordan's eyes glued to his own. He didn't even look down when Nicor pushed his briefs down and removed his socks.
Nicor grinned as he knelt on the bed then crawled up it until his was hovering over his naked and trembling mate.
"You sure about this?" he asked, wanting to make sure Jordan was fully on board. He'd never do anything to hurt his mate. If Jordan said no, then he'd go run a cold shower and they could curl up on the couch again and watch Netflix until Nicor had to leave.
Jordan reached up and cupped Nicor's face. "I've never been surer of anything in my life."
He pulled Nicor down and they kissed again. Their fully naked bodies touching for the first time. Nicor could feel Jordan's excitement at what was happening as much as Jordan could probably feel his own.
Nicor trailed a line of kisses down his mate's dark reddish-brown neck. He pulled back slightly so he could take in the full picture of his mate laying under him. Nicor leaned down and ran his tongue over one dark brown nipple. It pebbled as he withdrew and cool air hit it. Nicor licked the other, this time biting the small nip at the end.
Jordan groaned above him, his hands tangling in Nicor's hair, gently guiding him down his mate's body. Nicor chuckled then kissed and licked at his own pleasure, completely ignoring what Jordan wanted. He'd take his time and enjoy the journey now that it was finally happening.
Nicor was surprised to find his mate completely hairless, and he found he liked the feeling of the smooth skin against his lips. When Nicor finally reached his prize he admired the sight before him.
The engorged shaft sat flush against Jordan's stomach, the tip dark pink in colour already gleamed with drops of precum. His balls sat high and tight letting Nicor know how much his mate enjoyed what they were doing.
He leaned down and ran his tongue from Jordan's balls all the way to the tip of his shaft. Jordan groaned, and when Nicor looked up, his mate had bitten his bottom lip, his fists clenched in the bedsheets beside him.
This time, when Nicor licked the same path, he sucked Jordan's head into his mouth then lowered himself halfway down his shaft. He could deepthroat with the best of them, but why give away all his secrets right at the start? He continued to look at Jordan, whose eyes shut tight. His mate looked like a man who was concentrating more on holding something back than enjoying the pleasure he was receiving.
Not wanting this experience to be soured by anything Nicor pulled back.
"What's wrong?" he asked as he ran his hands over his mate's body, unable to stop touching him completely.
"Nothing," Jordan replied, almost too quickly. He still hadn't opened his eyes though.
"Liar." Nicor leaned down and lightly nipped at the tip of Jordan's cock. Not biting too hard. He didn't want to injure his mate after all.
Jordan groaned, his hips lifting off the bed as he tried to follow Nicor's mouth.
"What's wrong?" Nicor asked again.
Jordan sighed. "Nothing's wrong…." He took a deep breath before he continued, "I'm just… it's been a while, and I'm finding it hard not to Feed," he finished quietly. "I need more."
Nicor understood then. He crawled back up Jordan's body and kissed his mate. Jordan willingly surrendered and opened his mouth. Their tongues tangled together, and his mate's body relaxed beneath his own.
When he pulled back, Nicor stared into the half-lidded eyes of his mate. "You're mine and I'm yours. Take what you need from me."
"Are you sure?" Jordan asked hesitantly.
"Positive. I have no issue with you feeding during our time together. It's who you are, and I'm not about to deny a part of you."
Jordan kissed him then, his arms going around Nicor's back, holding him close.
"I love you," Jordan whispered against his lips before he kissed Nicor again.
Nicor couldn't have been happier in that moment. He was here, with his mate, who loved him.
He rolled onto his back, taking Jordan with him, so his mate straddled Nicor's lap. He reached out to the edge of the bed and fumbled blindly in the bedside table drawer for the bottle of lube that lived there. When his fingers grasped the bottle he removed it triumphantly and threw it on the bed beside them.
Jordan pulled back from the kiss as he sat up. His ass rested perfectly on Nicor's hard erection. Jordan grinned down at him, then wiggled back and forth. Nicor groaned and gripped Jordan's hips, stilling the teasing man.
"You like that?" Jordan asked him with a smile.
"A little too much. You're a very tempting man, Jordan."
"Why thank you." Jordan winked. He ran a finger over Nicor's chest, his nail catching then flicking at his pebbled nipples.
"I think you're enjoying having me under you," Nicor said.
"Not sure what could have possibly given you that idea." Jordan spied the bottle of lube on the bed next to them and grinned. "Oh, I really like the way your mind works."
He picked up the bottled and poured a small amount onto his fingers of his left hand. He placed his right hand in the middle of Nicor's chest then leaned forward and reached behind himself.
The expressions Jordan made changed as his mate stretched himself. Concentration filled his face at first, then it moved to relaxation, ending with Jordan staring at Nicor with want and desire. Normally, Nicor enjoyed stretching his partners, but it had been a long time for Jordan and the last thing he wanted to do was to hurt his mate. He was happy to lay back and enjoy the sight and sound of his mate pleasuring himself until he was ready.
Nicor reached down between their bodies and cupped Jordan's balls, tugging lightly before he released them and stroked his mate's shaft a couple of times. His man was still rock hard.
"You look so fucking incredible above me like that." Nicor growled. He wanted to devour this man. Make Jordan his in every way possible.
"You don't look so bad yourself," his mate said, then grinned.
Jordan pushed up on his knees and shifted forward a little. He picked up the bottle of lube again and this time poured a generous amount into the palm of his hand. He reached back and took Nicor's shaft into his hand, liberally coating it with the slick gel.
Nicor growled at how good that felt.
Jordan lined himself up, holding the base of Nicor's shaft at the angle he wanted. His fingertips dug into Jordan's hips, as his mate gently and so slowly Nicor wondered if he'd be able to last, sank down on his cock.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck." Nicor swore as the tight heat of his mate's body engulfed him. His cock felt like it was in a vice.
Nicor looked at Jordan, wanting to make sure his mate wasn't in any pain. The expression on Jordan's face was pure pleasure.
Little tendrils of his mate's powers reached out. They hooked onto god only knew what and then lit up like a beacon. Nicor felt like his whole body had been lit up by electricity. Above him Jordan relaxed. His eyes glazed over as Nicor bottomed out. They sat there, together, for several moments.
"You okay?" Nicor asked.
"Never better," his mate replied. He sounded a little drugged, his grin wide. He leaned forward and placed both hands against Nicor's chest, raising slightly off his cock.
"You okay if I move?" he asked, wanting to make sure he didn't hurt Jordan with anything he did.
"Yes, please," Jordan begged.
Slowly Nicor lifted his hips then lowered them again, holding his mate still. The tingling in his body intensified and above him Jordan groaned, his head lolling back as he gave himself over to the pleasure. Nicor set his feet on the bed to give him the leverage he wanted, then thrust, slowly at first, then increasing in speed and force. Jordan cried out as their bodies joined over and over again. His hard cock rubbed between their bodies, leaving a thick trail of precum behind.
Nicor's entire body felt like it was aflame from the inside out. He had never felt anything like it before and couldn't wait to feel it again. His orgasm built quickly, those tendrils of fire felt like they were in his very soul.
"I'm close," he growled out, not wanting to finish before Jordan. The sound of their bodies joining and their heaving breathing were the only noises in the room.
Suddenly Jordan sliced a line across his right peck with a sharp nail, Nicor groaned as the pain mingled so perfectly with the pleasure. Before he realised what Jordan was doing the man leaned down and latched onto the lightly bleeding cut, sucking Nicor's blood into his body, mating them in incubus' customs.
Nicor cried out as he felt the bond start to form between them. Not wanting to be left out, Nicor pulled Jordan off his chest and up, pushing his head to the side and bit down, piercing the skin at the juncture of his mate's neck. As the first drops of his mate's blood hit his tongue Nicor thrust once, twice, three more times, then buried himself inside his mate as his orgasm slammed through him.
Jordan moaned, his body tense in Nicor's hold. He released Jordan in time for his mate's back to arch and his own orgasm to splash across Nicor's chest. The hot semen felt like it seared his skin.
Jordan collapsed on top of him. Like his body couldn't hold him aloft a second longer. His head rested on Nicor's chest, in the crook of his own neck. He could feel Jordan's hot breath against his skin as his mate panted.
"That was…" Nicor didn't know quite how to finish that sentence.
"Yeah. It certainly was…"
"I look forward to doing it again." Nicor chuckled.
"You and me both… Although I don't think I'll need to feed again for a while."
"Oh no?" Nicor asked.
"No, I may have gorged myself a little. It was probably the most satisfying meal of my life."
Nicor preened a little at that. His cock, which had started to soften, twitched at Jordan's words.
Jordan groaned above him.
"Thank you for waiting for me," Jordan said softly beside him.
"You were worth the wait."
Jordan cried out in surprise as Nicor rolled them over. He stared into his mate's sleepy, satisfied gaze then gently leaned down to kiss the man he would have happily waited an eternity for.