Flipping both of them over so Carson was on top, Remy murmured, “Ride me, darling, ride me until we fly.”
Staring into Remy’s eyes, Carson saw a future he never believed would happen—but now it was his for the taking and take it he did. Grasping Remy’s cock with a shaking hand, he held it against his hole, slowly lowering himself down on the iron-stiff rod, wincing when it breached him. Pausing, he exhaled deeply while pushing out to relax his muscles before resuming, until Remy’s cock was deep inside him. Closing his eyes, Carson took deep breaths, waiting until the discomfort faded.
“Darling, move,” Remy implored. “Let me claim my mate…my beautiful, gorgeous mate…the one who I will love for the rest of time.”
Speechless with excitement, Carson lifted himself up until just the tip of Remy’s cock remained in him, before rocking down until he was once more filled. When his mate’s cock was deep within him, he felt owned—something he’d never experienced before. When Remy’s hips began thrusting upward, his cock plunged so deeply into him, Carson was sure he’d explode. The fire in his body burned fiercely, his need consumed him until he could think of nothing than the exquisite pleasure Remywas lavishing on him. Leaning forward, held up by his arms, Carson rode his mate faster, chasing the orgasm his body craved.
Remy stared at Carson’s sweat-streaked face as his mate grunted with each thrust of Remy’s cock into his hole. Shifting his hips, he finally found a position that hit Carson’s prostate each time, bringing them both to the brink of their climaxes. When Carson’s eyes rolled back, Remy circled his mate’s cock with his fingers, just tight enough to ensure a powerful orgasm, before commanding, “Come!”
Carson’s cock erupted; a long stream of cum followed by shorter spurts landing on both of them as he threw back his head and howled while being filled with Remy’s seed. His body was a jumble of sensations, pleasure, pain, and the rising need to do it again. Collapsing on Remy’s chest, Carson felt his mate’s hands gently caressing his back, easing the burning sensation he felt there when he came. His mind was too fuzzy to recall exactly what happened; only a deep sense of contentment stole over him. Sighing deeply, he closed his eyes, inhaling his mate’s scent. He was finally home.
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Squirming in his chair, Kieran impatiently tapped his fingers on his desk, eager for Logan to finish his drawing. He needed his help with Quin’s request to join the pack, but he knew his mate was worried about meeting a project deadline. Reluctant to disrupt him, Kieran’s eyes wandered around the room until they landed on Queenie, gyrating weirdly on top of the bookcase. Narrowing his eyes, he scrutinized the motion, trying to figure out what the parrot was doing—and why it was familiar to him. Bobbing his head in time with Queenie’s, Kieran thenstood up, adding another movement, syncing the thrust of his hips with his head.
Out of the corner of his eye, Logan caught his mate’s strange undulations, finally swiveling his stool until he faced Kieran. After watching for a minute or so, he chuckled. “Babe, whatareyou doing?”
“I’m dancing with Queenie, see, I’m copying him. I wonder what song he’s dancing to because I feel like I know it but the rhythm is nothing I can place. Hmmm, maybe I should ask Q because he’s very good at slapping out songs on his ass though it took us all a while to guess it, I finally did and I don’t know why it took me so long because it was one of my favoritest songs, but I did eventually and Q was very happy because his ass was getting sore.”
“Are you sure Queenie is dancing?” asked Logan.
“Duh, what else would he be doing?”
“Well, I don’t know about him, but from here it looks like you’re fucking someone,” smirked Logan.
Stopping mid action, Kieran stared at his mate, then back at Queenie. Pursing his lips, he copied him again several times before bursting into laughter. “Oh, my gods, where’s my phone? I have to capture this…no one’s going to believe me otherwise!” Snatching up his phone, he hit the record button. “Macushla,he’s telling us he needs a mate, someone to do his fucking dance with. Can we go to San Francisco and find him his mate? I just know that’s where Queenie’s mate is, besides, it’s no fun doing a fucking dance by yourself, rightMacushla? Don’t you agree you like doing it with me instead of your hand…not that Queenie has a hand, but it certainly would be better than using his claw cause I bet that would really hurt and then Queenie would be sad and he wouldn’t do his dance anymore. And you know how unhappy you are when we don’t do our fucking dance in the morning.”
Silent laughter shook Logan’s body. His mate never failed to make him smile, brightening his day no matter what pressure he was under. Rising, he walked over to Kieran, swung him into his arms and carried him over to the couch. Now with his mate on his lap, Logan said, “I promise we’ll go and find Queenie a mate.”
Beaming, Kieran asked, “When? Soon I hope, cause I bet Queenie is getting really horny doing his fucking dance by himself.”
“How about when Hunter and Fionn return. I know they’re planning to go because the galleries want more of Fionn’s artwork. Maybe we can see if Theo, Norm and Quin want to join us and we’ll make a day of it.”
“Perfecto!” Kieran replied. “I can find Queenie’s mate and pick out the outfits for Theo and Norm to wear when they get married, cause they need my help otherwise I have no idea what they’ll look like and I need them to fit in with the color theme of their wedding. I was thinking Norm could wear a gray suit with a light blue shirt and Theo could wear a blue suit with a light gray shirt and then matching ties that have both blue and grey in them and maybe a little pink because you know that’s good luck at a wedding.”
“I thought something blue was good luck,” Logan said.
“No, it’s something pink…huh…but just in case it’s blue, we also have that covered, although I don’t understand why someone would think blue would bring good luck when blue is such a sad color. You know, like ‘I’m feeling blue’ but you really mean ‘I’m feeling sad’ but I don’t think that, which is a good thing because Theo wants blue and white flowers for his wedding. If I can’t finda tie with pink, I have a back-up plan…pink underwear and socks. Isn’t that clever?”
“A very good idea.” Logan smiled. “Now, why were you waiting for me?”
“Q wants to join our pack but since Hunter is a member, I wasn’t sure if that made Q a member too, but in case it doesn’t we came up with a plan that I need your help with. I thought if Q did a petition and everyone signed it then Alpha would have to make Q a member and it would make Q feel so good because all of his friends are members…and did you know Q doesn’t have any other friends except me, Theo, Norm, Fi, and David? Isn’t that sad? But if he was a member then he’d feel like this was really his home. Don’t you agree?”
“I think Quin is a member because of Hunter but I’ll talk to Jackson to make sure if I’m right.”
“Oh! That would be the bestest thing ever!” Kieran exclaimed, his eyes shining with delight. “Wait till I tell Q!”
“Babe, don’t say anything until I confirm it with Jackson.”
“What if you’re wrong?” asked Kieran, suddenly alarmed at the possibility.
“Then I’ll ask Jackson if he’ll accept a petition from Quin. One way or another, I promise you, Quin will be a member of the Blackwood Pack,” Logan said, hugging his mate.
“Oh, my goodness! You are the bestest mate ever! And I mean ever!” Kieran exclaimed, wiggling his ass. “Do you want to go and do our fucking dance?”
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Carson’s eyes snapped open when something woke him up, prompting a growl from his wolf. Checking on him, he found his wolf standing with his hackles bristling.Not good!Remaining still, he listened before hearing the faint squeak of their bedroom door as someone opened it. He slowly slipped his arms from around his sleeping mate and got ready to shift, knowing it was the best defense against an intruder bent on hurting Remy.
