Mace was nervous. Correction. He was so damn horny he was jumping out of his skin…and nervous. He’d had sex with Roan before and loved every second of their time together. But somehow, racing home, the smell of their meal in the car, and the intimacy that came just from Roan’s hand on his knee; what they were about to do seemed so much more. For the first time in his life, Mace had a partner, someone who would never let him down. As he followed Roan into the house, letting his mate use his new key for the first time, he prayed he wouldn’t fuck things up.
“Did you want to eat first, or…?” Mace knew what he wanted to do, but he had to give Roan a chance to settle in. As far as he was concerned the only thing left for Roan to do was fill the space he’d created for his mate’s clothes in the bedroom, and that would be done as quickly as possible. But not tonight. In the short term – hell, who was he kidding? He wanted Roan naked, panting and under him. But standing in the living room, Mace wondered if he should go through to the kitchen, or straight to the bedroom.
“Definitely or,” Roan said. Slim hands wrapped around Mace’s neck, a gentle pull encouraging him to bend. Mace knew he couldn’t get the full on body contact he wanted with that type of move, and his hands found a natural spot, around the curvature of Roan’s butt. A gentle lift and Roan was where Mace needed him to be. Eye level; lip level, two chests so close not a breath of air could pass between them.
“Thank you,” Roan said and Mace could see a wealth of emotions in Roan’s dark brown eyes. “You have no idea; such a simple thing like a birth certificate; it means the world to me. Because my parents only let me live so I could be sold off, our Alpha claimed there was no point creating any legal documentation for me. I’ve never had the freedom to be my own person before now.”
Mace felt a lump in his throat, but at least the pressure in his cock eased slightly. Thinking about Roan’s past life had a way of dampening even the most rampant arousal. “You deserve it,” he said roughly. “You deserve the right to be you. I know you’re a shifter and Dimitri and Shane explained that some packs live differently than others, but the bottom line is, you are an individual. Your rights matter, and you should always have the freedom of choice in the things you want to do. I was just trying to find a way to show you how supportive I can be, no matter what you chose.”
“Well, I was looking at a job advertisement for strippers earlier today, but Kalel suggested I think about singing instead.”
“Kalel’s smarter than he looks,” Mace said, his teeth gritted. “I’ve promised to be supportive and I won’t break that promise. But I think you’d make more money singing, than stripping.”
Roan leaned back in his arms, a furrow between his lovely eyebrows. “I thought strippers made heaps of money. Kalel told me men in the audience tuck money in your G-string and everything.”
“I have no doubt men would be throwing money at you by the fistfuls. But that’s assuming the audience can see you,” Mace said trying to keep his tone light. His cock perked right back up at the thought of Roan naked, although not in front of other people. “You won’t be making any cash because the only thing the audience will see will be my ugly mug standing in front of you, with my detective badge and two big guns on full display.”
Roan’s lips were pressed together, but a snicker still escaped. Seconds later he was roaring with laughter. Mace could smile too; at least being a shifter, Roan wasn’t put off by his newly developed possessiveness traits. “I can just imagine it,” Roan said, tears appearing in the corner of his eyes. “People come to see my skinny ass dancing around while I’m taking my clothes off, and the moment they get the chance to see anything interesting, you stand there looking all imposing and blocking their view. You know if you took your shirt off while you were doing it, you might make some money too.”
“How about, instead of planning our future careers as strippers, you give me a kiss. Because so far, this thanks, while sweet, could have been done in the restaurant. I thought you had something else in mind?” Mace’s mind had wandered off track, picturing how Roan would look shaking his booty, in a see through jock strap, his long hair falling down over his pale back. Yeah. Something to hang onto, that cute little ass on display and all his for the taking….
Roan giggled again. “I can smell you, you know. Your arousal got stronger all of a sudden. Do you like thinking about me naked?”
“In a jock strap,” Mace admitted, but that was all he had time to say because Roan’s lips found his, and like a clockwork puzzle suddenly falling into place, Mace knew he’d found his home. Not the house, that’d been his for years. But his place in life, his center, his heart. He used to think it was his job, but it took the beautiful man in his arms to make him realize just how much he’d been missing. And now Roan was back; safe, happy, and from the lump rubbing his shirt covered stomach, as horny as he was.
“Will you fuck me? Mace please, I need you inside of me.” Mace came out of his haze long enough to realize that they were still standing in the living room.
“I’ll make love to you,” Mace corrected, understanding through his chats with Trent that there was a huge difference. Not relinquishing his grip on Roan’s body, he headed for the stairs; their room, Roan’s lips distracting him all the way. By the time he’d made it to the bed, Roan had his shirt and jacket buttons undone, and was trying to get to his belt buckle.
“It’ll be quicker if I do it,” Mace said with a chuckle, setting Roan down on the bed. He shrugged out of his upper clothing; a quick flick of the belt, slipping his feet out of his shoes. One equally quick shove on his pants and briefs and his bottom half was equally bare.
“You know, you won’t make a lot of money as a stripper if you get undressed like that,” Roan teased.
“I’m sure you could do it ten times better than me,” Mace agreed, prowling towards the bed, his cock eagerly leading the way. “And I’ll be your willing audience, but some other time. This time I want to undress you.”
A sense of calm came over Mace as he started to remove Roan’s clothes, keeping every move gentle, kissing every piece of skin that was revealed. Oh, his cock was still a granite rod, but Roan wasn’t going anywhere. In fact, since the first time they were mated, Mace knew this time they would make it. He didn’t doubt he’d still make mistakes, put his foot in his mouth. That was part of who he was. But Roan had promised him he’d stay no matter what, and for Mace that was the final hammer to the walls around his heart. He didn’t have to rush because he had a lifetime to enjoy his mate – several lifetimes.
But it would seem Roan wasn’t feeling so patient. Mace had barely got his man naked when he was grabbed with surprisingly strong hands, his body falling over Roan’s until he covered him completely. He groaned at the contact, his cock slipping easily between Roan’s thighs, rubbing against his perineum.
“I need,” Roan grunted. “It’s a shifter thing…can’t be away from you…been too long…please.”
Clearly the time for teasing was for another day. Roan’s face was flushed, his cock leaving a puddle on that delightful stomach. Roan opened his legs wide and Mace could feel the head of his cock nudging against his slick opening. As he gently pushed inside, he could see Roan’s teeth had dropped and there was a fine coating of fur on the man’s arms.
“Don’t you go wolfy on me now,” Mace warned. Roan growled at him. He actually growled. And for some reason that growl got Mace’s blood boiling and he got up on his knees, holding Roan’s legs open wide and slammed his cock where it needed to go. And then he had to stop, because the intense feeling of moist warmth completely surrounding his cock was enough to have him climaxing before he’d have time to complete a single stroke. Not that Mace wasn’t happy to wait until his partner had adjusted. He still wasn’t sure about Roan’s ability to accept his length so easily. But with his head arched back, the muscles in his neck tight, there wasn’t a hint of pain on Roan’s face. The fur receded, but Roan was still sporting a couple of fangs and when Roan gave the order for him to move, Mace could’ve sworn it was another person speaking.
Catching Roan’s legs with his arms, and resting them on his shoulders, Mace fell forward, his hips moving in a rhythm older than time itself, all the while watching Roan’s face. Roan’s lips were bright red and slightly parted, his nostrils were flared and his cheekbones were flushed with pink. His hair was spread on the pillows behind him, and Mace didn’t think he’d seen anything so beautiful. Sure, Roan was a man, but in his passion, he was magnificent.
“Move. Move. Harder. Faster.” Mace sped up, feeling surprisingly energetic and more powerful than he’d ever felt before. Maybe this was his shifter senses kicking in, or maybe it was the intoxication Mace felt at plunging into his mate’s body. Either way, Mace went with it, sweat forming over his back, his arms rigid, holding him up over Roan’s body, his hips moving faster than he could comprehend.
“Yes!” Roan screamed, and Mace felt his sticky release coat his stomach. And he could smell it – that tang of Roan’s release, and that was all Mace needed. With one final thrust, Mace arched his back, holding himself still as his cock pulsed and jerked and pulsed again - pushing his spunk deep into Roan’s body.
“I need, I need,” Roan panted.
Mace lowered his body carefully. As soon as their chests joined, Roan struck, the sharp sting of his teeth pushing Mace into orgasm for a second time. He slumped on his elbows, his body trembling with the aftershocks, as Roan slowly withdrew his teeth and gently licked the wound clean. When Roan’s head slumped back on the pillows, his lips were creased into a huge smile.
“Feeling better now?” Mace managed to tease.
“Feel like I’m home,” Roan said simply.
“I know exactly what you mean.”