“Is that what you want to be called? Ze? I know that was your name in Starke, but is that what you really want to be called? Should I use another name for you?”
So it began. We spent the next few hours playing cards, listening to jazz and learning all there was about each other. Our favorite foods, our likes and dislikes and even what we wanted to be called. I had never had a nickname before. My friends, such as they were, always called me Zeke, and the guys on my team had always just called me Boss. I told Nial I liked the idea he would have a unique nickname for me that only belonged to him.
I had asked about his name, too, and he insisted he was Nial now and would never be Danial to anyone but his family from now on. I didn’t try to call him baby like I’d begun doing in Starke. I didn’t think we were ready yet, but maybe someday soon.
After hours of playing cards and a midnight snack of cheese and crackers, I said goodnight to Nial at the door to his room. I hugged him with a kiss on the cheek and watched him almost reluctantly pull back and close the door.
I didn’t sleep downstairs that night. I slept on the couch, by his door. And when his screams once again echoed through the cabin, I went in, stripped and cuddled my mate close, driving away his nightmares. I left him again before the sunrise.
And I did the same every night for two weeks.
I would creep in when he would whimper in the night, and I would creep out before dawn every morning. His nightmares eventually got fewer and fewer, as the nights went on, but I couldn’t keep away from him. I needed him as much as he needed me now, but I wouldn’t push for more.
We were getting closer every day. We would hike in the woods around the cabin, going out to the nearby waterfall to collect rocks and watch the wild turkeys. We had started to hold hands on our walks that first week. When we had seen a family of deer just the day before, I had slid in behind him to point over his shoulder where to look. Nial had instinctively leaned back into me as we watched the doe gently making her way through the underbrush followed by her little fawn. I had wrapped my arms around him, and we’d stood together looking after the deer long after they had disappeared from view.
And now, tonight, I was once again standing outside Nial’s bedroom door, saying goodnight to my mate, my soul, when all I wanted to do was kiss him again and make him mine.
“Ze, this was such an amazing day. Thank you.”
Nial stood up on his toes and kissed my cheek shyly. But when I turned to go, Nial walked into his room, leaving the door wide open.
“You know it must be miserable creeping in here every night and leaving before dawn every morning. Why don’t you just sleep the whole night, and quit being an idiot about it? I’m not going to bite, you know.”
Nial looked over his shoulder and smirked.
“Well, actually I think I will bite. And I think you should bite, too, don’t you think? We’ve waited long enough, mate. I think it’s time to end both our misery. Tonight.”
Nial stripped in front of me, and I couldn't believe he looked even more beautiful than he had the last time I’d seen him naked. His skin glowed with health from the good meals we’d both been eating, and he looked so happy standing there, waiting for me.
Fuck, he was waiting for me!
I stripped out of my clothes as quickly as I could, forgetting to take my boots off first. I couldn't get my pants off over my boots, and I fell to the ground in a heap of clothes and frustration.
Nial laughed his ass off, but dropped to the ground to take my boots off one at a time, then peeled my pants and underwear off with my socks.
We were both laughing at that point, so I pulled him to me, and I finally kissed him, with laughter on both of our lips. There was nothing better than kissing through laughter. We had each been denied happiness for so long and for so many reasons, it was only fitting that we should start our new lives as mates with happiness and smiles.
Our kisses turned hot and heavy. We rolled around on the floor, both wanting to crawl into each other and never leave. I couldn’t keep my hands from roaming his perfect, smooth body that I loved so much. I needed to possess every inch, and there was nothing stopping me now.
All those nights in Starke of frotting and hand jobs and blow jobs had taken an edge off, but it had been torture knowing I wouldn’t and couldn't claim the one person I wanted the most. Nial would beg me and many times I almost relented, but I couldn’t do it. It would never have been right to start something like that with lies and deception.
But here and now, I could take him, finally, and claim him as my own.
“I want to fill you full and never let you go, baby. Are you ready for me?”
Nial nodded his head and urged my hand down to his ass and a huge surprise. Nial was plugged.
“Fuck, baby, when did you do this?”
I played with the plug in his tight little ass, and he moaned and squirmed every time I pulled a little, then pushed it back in.
“I brought it with me from home. I knew we’d get here one day, and I wanted to be ready. Quit playing with me, Ze. Take me and make me yours.”
I couldn’t argue with that. I got up off the floor, offering him my hand up and then picked him up and kissed him all the way to the bed. I gently laid him down on those luxurious white sheets and motioned him to lift his legs.
Fuck, he was so beautiful. And he was going to be all mine tonight. I carefully removed the plug and set it on a tissue lying on the side table. He was so wet and gaping, I had to have a feel, so I dipped two fingers into his gorgeous hole and watched his face turn to bliss as he moaned with my rhythmic thrusts. I played for a few minutes, but the need to claim was riding high. I tapped Nial’s thigh, and he turned over on all fours, for me to finally mount and claim him.
I wished I could take a picture, but I’d remember that sight forever. That perfect bubble ass in the air, back arched up, hole gaping and waiting to be claimed. Fuck, it was the closest thing to perfection I had ever seen.
I didn’t want to go too fast, but as I lined my cock up to his hole, it winked at me, and I was lost. I slammed into him with everything I had and rode him like I had dreamed of for months. Nial, screamed, but these weren’t the same as the ones in his nightmares. No, these were screams of ecstasy from my mate. Every time I would hit at a certain angle he would go wild and scream out my name. I smiled with triumph because I was pleasing him. My lion moved to the surface now. He needed to claim as much as I did. My mouth watered with the need to taste Nial’s blood on my tongue and complete out bond.
I grabbed Nial’s tawny hair in my fist and pulled him up, so his back was flush with my chest. I let go, and Nial moved his head to the side so I could have access to his throat. It was the ultimate symbol of submission, and my lion purred at the gift, the rumbling surrounding us in the otherwise quiet room. Nial shivered with the sound but never moved as I licked and sucked where my mark would be from this day forward. My teeth elongated with the anticipation of finally claiming what was mine.
I was so close, and I knew Nial was, too. I offered him my wrist, and he kissed and licked me as I had been doing to him. I was still pumping him hard and fast while I used my other hand to pump him in time with my rhythm. We both climbed and climbed until we reached the edge again. At the same time, Nial surrounded us with his magic, twisting and mixing with my own aura to create something completely new. It was neither one nor the other, it was now…us. As this was happening, his own teeth somehow lengthened. At the same time he bit into my wrist, I couldn’t wait any longer. I bit down with all my force and my lion and I finally claimed our mate. We each came at that exact moment, me filling him and him pouring over my other hand and the bed.
Our magic mixed in a beautiful strobe of rainbow colors as we completed our bond. I let go of his neck eventually, and he let go of my wrist. We licked and groomed each other for several minutes afterward until the wounds healed, leaving mating scars we’d wear all our lives. We then cleaned up the bed and ourselves before going to sleep in each other’s arms. It was perfection and worth everything we’d endured to get here.
