Slipping out of bed, Carson picked up the book Mystia had given him last night and padded quietly over to the chair in the corner of their bedroom. Turning on the lamp, he quickly threw a shirt over the lampshade, killing the glow of light. His gut was telling him again his mate was in danger and the need to know how to protect Remy was keeping him from sleeping. Giving a quick glance at his slumbering mate, he turned his attention back to the book in his hands. Opening it, he began to read, quickly losing himself in it.
Staring at Carson sitting in the small halo of light, Remy could feel the love for his mate expanding until it’d permeated every cell of his body. This was the love his parents had, the love he always wanted, the love he thought he’d never have and yet, by some miracle, he’d found it in the best man he ever met. A man with a heart big enough not only to love him, but his brothers as well. His eyes teared up as he watched his mate’s lips move, silently voicing the words he was reading.
Then Carson’s body began to glow, incased in a light sphere, sparks of magic dancing over him. Sitting up quickly, Remy felt the pull, drawing him out of bed. Walking slowly over to Carson, Remy held out his hand, placing it on the surface of the sphere. Suddenly, he found himself inside, gazing into his mate’s eyes, seeing Hecate staring back at him. The light sphere grew dark; magic swirled around them with such intensity, it forced Remy to his knees, bowing his head to the goddess.
The book was torn from Carson’s hands, disappearing into the darkness surrounding him. Reaching out, his hands found Remy’s and, clasping them tightly, he knelt down in front of his mate. Buffeted by the strongwhirling magic around them, Carson locked his eyes on his mate’s as they were lifted off the floor. Pulling Remy tight to him as the light sphere grew larger and darker, Carson felt his wolf spirit leave his body, joining them before they all began to spin.
Rotating wildly, Remy clung to his mate as the magic in the sphere started to enter him, sending shockwaves throughout his body. Everything was a blur, punctuated by the dazzling magical sparks piercing Carson and his wolf before doing the same to Remy. He felt his body filling with magic—a breathtaking mystical experience like no other. Finally, the spinning slowed, the darkness began to lift and Remy could clearly see Carson and his wolf protecting him from the magical maelstrom surrounding them. Bowing his head, Remy closed his eyes as the light sphere gradually vaporized and Carson became one with his wolf again.
Held up by Carson’s strong arms, Remy knew he’d been changed—powerful magic danced through his body. There was no need for a wand or spells anymore. Nothing had to be learned—he and magic were now one; Hecate’s knowledge resided in his mind, in the same place the light spheres did. Opening his eyes, he realized his vision was sharper, his hearing more acute, his sense of smell more discerning.Gifts from your Mystic Guardian’s wolf,Hecate’s voice whispered. Then, a vision of his mate’s wolf appeared, and Remy was struck by the calm, strong wolf standing guard over Remy’s magic.
“Babe,” murmured Carson, “you okay?”
“I…I…yes, I am,” Remy said breathlessly. There was so much inside him it was going to take some time to come to terms with it which hopefully his book will help him do. Until that happened, Remy felt vulnerable, exposed. Leaning his head on Carson’s chest, he listened to the steady drumming of his mate’s heart before realizing his was now beating in sync. Carson had changed, too. Remy felt the strength of his mate’s anti-magic powers coursing through him, powers that were formidable, even terrifying to magic users. Yet, to him, his mate represented a place of shelter from the storms of the mystic realm, a place where he’d find love, support and security. “How about you?”
“I’m good…that was…something,” Carson murmured, nuzzling his mate’s hair.
Giving a snort of laughter, Remy replied, “That’s an understatement if ever I heard one.”
Chuckling, Carson said, “Yeah, I guess it is. I wasn’t expecting anything like it…I thought…well, I don’t know exactly what I thought but it sure as shit wasn’t that.”
“Yeah, our very own magical mystery tour,” replied Remy, smiling.
Kissing his mate’s forehead, Carson murmured, “I can feel your power.”
“And I can feel yours,” Remy whispered. “If you don’t mind me saying this, it makes me want to fuck you six ways to Sunday.”
“Please…” Carson moaned, his cock hardening.
“As much as I would love to, the boys will be waking up any minute,” Remy murmured, “so…later, Carsy?”
Brushing his lips across Remy’s forehead, Carson whispered, “Count on it.” Then taking his mate’s hand, he led him into the bathroom. “I want to take you back to bed, but if I did that…”
“Galen might see something he’d want to talk about all day?”
Turning on the shower, Carson replied, “Especially to his brother. I can just imagine Galen demonstrating to Eamon what he saw, telling him it’s a new way of playing.”
Snickering, Remy stepped into the spray along with his mate. “And he would show Mrs. B, and also his friends.” Picking up the soap, he began to wash Carson’s chest. “Then, you’d have to explain to Mrs. B what happened, Carsy,” Remy laughed.
Shuddering at how that would go, Carson said, “We are getting a lock for our bedroom door. There’s no way I’d ever want to do that.”
Giggling, Remy continued washing his mate, moving around to Carson’s back, enjoying the feel of his rippling muscles. Moving downward, his soapy hands gripped the globes of his mate’s ass, squeezing them before running a finger down the crack until he reached the pucker he intended to breach that night. Pressing in on it, he grinned as it pulsed under his fingertip, then, moving on, he washed Carson’s legs. Finally finished, he angled the showerhead to rinse off his mate.
Carson stood still, relishing the feeling of his mate’s hands caressing his body, teasing it with promises of what awaited later. Grasping his now-hard cock, Carson stroked it, imagining how he was going to feel that night when his mate made good on his promise.
When the suds disappeared down the drain, Remy pushed his mate’s hand away before pressing his chest close to Carson’s. Sensuously moving his body against his mate’s, Remy slowly lowered himself until he was staring at Carson’s eager cock. Running his fingers along the velvet skin of the hard shaft, he smiled as it twitched in response.
Kissing the tip, Remy sucked it into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks as it slid down his throat. Burying his nose in the tight curls of hair at its base, he began to lave and tongue-stroke the thick rod in his mouth until his mate’s legs began to wobble.
Glancing up, seeing Carson’s heated stare, Remy’s cock responded by leaking droplets of pre-cum that dripped onto the shower floor. Cupping his mate’s balls, he rolled them between his fingers causing Carson to throw back his head, whimpering and moaning. Moving his hand to his mate’s sweet hole, Remy pressed a fingertip against it until it popped through the ring of nerves and muscles.
“Holy Fuck! Babe! Please!” Feeling his knees buckling, Carson slapped his hands against the shower wall, bracing himself as his orgasm began to race down his spine, unable to be denied, shooting down Remy’s throat, reducing Carson to jelly as it spurted into his mate’s mouth. Throwing back his head, he closed his eyes, savoring the aftershocks of pleasure coursing through his body.
After licking the last bits of cum from Carson’s cock, Remy looked up, enjoying the blissed-out look on his mate’s face. Allowing Carson’s softening dick to slide from his mouth, he rose, kissing his mate’s nipples before moving his lips to his neck, where he left a hickey, marking his mate again.
Finally, Carson’s eyes opened and seeing Remy’s satisfied smirk, he asked, “Proud of yourself?”
“Uh-huh…I sucked your brains out.”
