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Thorne was on cloud nine. His mate was in his home. Something he didn’t think would ever happen. He’d despaired of ever finding his other half—most of his family hadn’t found the one they were supposed to be with, and only a handful of his friends had that special someone. For him to find George now, knowing he’d only been a few miles away, was awe-inspiring. To think, if he hadn’t been in on their escape he might never have met his mate and be doomed like most of those he knew. They were always so sad, those friends and family of his who were mateless. It was like a cloak they wore around themselves, and now Thorne didn’t have to be that same kind of sad sack. And he didn’t want to think about his family. He was happy for the first time in a long time. Family wouldn’t bring him down. He was going to be a bit selfish and think about himself and his new lover.
Yeah, they still had a ton of stuff to work on. Getting George safe was the main thing, but right now Thorne was thinking with his little head—get them in the shower for some wet fun and clean up the sticky mess they both had going on in their boxers. He should have known George would be sensitive, everything was so new for his elephorilla. Thorne wanted inside that virgin arse, but if George wasn’t sure, Thorne would happily bend over.
He led George into the bathroom then undressed him before taking off his own clothes. George stood there staring at him, looking like he didn’t know what to do with himself. Thorne would take care of that. It would take time, but his mate didn’t need to be shy with him.
“You can touch.” Thorne ran his hand down George’s chest.
“I can?” George bit his lip and stared at Thorne’s fingers.
“Of course. I’m yours.” Thorne shrugged.
He was. He’d let George do whatever he wanted to him—except leave. No way was George leaving now. Not after all this time searching for something that was right there for him his whole life. He hated the fact that George had had to live in that bloody compound.
If only—
Thorne had to stop thinking about what if’s. George was here now and that was all that mattered.
“I don’t want to hurt you. I’m so big and you’re...” George tentatively put his hand on Thorne’s chest.
George’s hand almost covered Thorne’s upper body and it was like earlier. Just one touch had Thorne hard again. Their chemistry was wonderful. Never had Thorne felt this way about another lover. He knew some of that was because they were mates, and yeah, it was fast, them falling for each other like this, but it usually was quick with shifters. Once you found your mate, no one else could compare. He was finding out just how true that was.
“Yeah, yeah, rub it in. I’m short, compared to you, but I won’t break. I’m a shifter like you.” Thorne pulled George against his body. “I can take a lot and I heal fast.” Thorne winked.
“Still...”
“Stop thinking, George. We’re going to do all kinds of things tonight. First, we’re going to take a shower. Mine is big enough for both of us. We’re going to touch and wash and maybe suck.” Throne tugged on George’s chest hair.
“Oh!”
“See, all kinds of things. It will take us a long time to work out what we like best. And I want us to explore every inch of each other. I promise, this will be fun. Just let go and trust me.”
Thorne pulled George along to his shower. It was a thing of beauty and he was happy it would fit the both of them. It was a big glass structure with multiple shower heads. It even had a bench if they wanted to get creative. At the time of installation, he’d had no idea why he’d wanted a big shower, but now it all came together. He even had a super-king-sized bed—it had cost him a pretty penny, but it would be worth it now. By himself he didn’t need all the space, but they would use all of it together. His instincts had known all along that he was going to have a super-sized mate. He couldn’t be happier at the moment to be a shifter. To believe in fate and riding the wave of meant-to-be.
George stepped into the shower. He loved every bit of that hairy body. He wanted to climb George like a tree. And that cock. God, he wanted to get his lips around that thick piece of meat. And he would, in just a minute.
He turned on the water, making sure it wasn’t too hot. Thorne had no need of a flannel, he planned to use his hands on every inch of that delectable skin. He took the soap and lathered up his hands. Thorne began with that gloriously furry chest and tweaked his nipples. George seemed to like that, and Thorne was all about doing things that brought pleasure to his new lover.
He passed the soap to George. “You can wash me too.”
George grunted, but he took the soap and started to wash Thorne. Their hands kept getting tangled. Thorne laughed. It was fun. The tone of the shower changed once he got to George’s cock and balls. He took his time, held out his hand for the soap. George gave it up readily and went back to washing Thorne’s arse. He was half bent over Thorne to reach it. It should be awkward, but it seemed they were both intent on soaping up the other.
“Thorne, that feels so good.” George moaned.
“Wait until I have your cock in my mouth.”
“Thorne! Don’t say things like that.”
Thorne stopped what he was doing and looked up at George. “What? That I want your big fat dick in my mouth? I want to suck you down my throat—well, as much of you as I can take. I want to lick you and taste your cum in my mouth. Things like that?”
“I shouldn’t... I don’t want...” George stopped playing with Thorne’s arse.
“Shouldn’t what?” Thorne moved so the water could reach George. He was ready to give his new man a blowjob. Probably his first. Life was going to be full of fun firsts with George.
“I’m gonna come again. This is embarrassing.” George hung his head like he was ashamed.
Thorne couldn’t have that. This was about fun and passion. Watching his hot-as-fuck lover lose control. God, the things he wanted to show this man. Hell, the things he wanted to do to him.
“No. It’s hot,” Thorne said. “I love it that you have the same connection with me as I do with you.”
“But you don’t seem to be coming every time you sneeze.”
Thorne laughed. “Well, I’ve had a bit more experience, haven’t I?”
That appeared to be the wrong thing to say. George growled at him and crowded him against the wall.
“Mine.” George picked Thorne up.
Thorne wrapped his legs around George. He loved how strong his mate was. He had to tilt his head so George could scrape his teeth down Thorne’s throat. God, it was amazing. He wanted George to bite him, make him submit. He humped George, the friction almost too much—he was going to come. The show of strength really did it for him in a way he’d never imagined.
“Yours. I am so yours.” Thorne’s head thunked the wall, and he grabbed at George.
He couldn’t stop moving his body. It was happening, like he was some teenager with his first bloke, but he wasn’t embarrassed. This was his mate, he could let himself go. If it helped George realize it was okay to lose control, he’d come all day long at the drop of a hat. That was another fun thing about being a shifter, the recovery rate.
“George!” He squeezed George’s shoulders harder, his thighs clutching, his cock rubbing. Everything came together and he shot his load all over George’s chest.
Fuck, he’d just marked his mate. The knowledge was enough to give him a chubby. Their recovery rate was good, but not that great. As much as he wanted to make love to George right then and there, it was going to have to wait a few more minutes.
The water was getting cold, but it took a bit for Thorne to realize it in his post-orgasmic haze. His body was drained. He’d already come twice and he hadn’t even gotten inside George’s arse or sucked his cock. It was going to be a long, fun night because all those things were going to happen. Maybe. After food. And...a nap. He was getting old if he was thinking about naps.
George still had him pressed against the wall of the shower. He was rocking his hips. Thorne reached down, knowing George wouldn’t drop him. He wrapped his hands around his lover’s dick, stroking until George came apart in his hands.
“Mine,” Thorne whispered then kissed George’s throat.
Truer words had never been spoken. They belonged to each other and no one was going to tear them apart. Fate decreed them mates. Who was he to argue with the universe? He wasn’t a fool. He was keeping George. If anyone wanted to try to take his man, it would be over Thorne’s dead body.