Eddie pokes his head in, stifling a snort. The neighbor boy and family friend, Kamal, pops his head in through the door and waves.
“Hi, Mr. Prince Nocturne.”
“Just Jackson or Mr. Nocturne is fine, Kamal.”
“Kay. Can Princess come out and play?”
“Yay!” Princess scampers to the door, waving to Eddie. “Hi, Appa.” She abandons her father, hopping onto the young boy’s shoulder, as Eddie waves them off to go play.
“Oh sure fine, don’t worry about your father. Honestly that raccoon,” sighs Jackson, defeated.
Eddie chuckles, dropping his things off on the counter. “Let her have her fun, Yeo-bo. I’m here to help.”
“So… ” Eddie saunters up behind Jackson, fingers tracing the cords of light. “How did this happen?”
Jackson huffs. “Your mother was a Christmas person growing up.” Jackson struggles to angle his head to look his fiance in the face. “And you loved how she decorated for this time of year. Christmas might be an amalgamation of stolen and appropriated winters celebrations but it means a lot to you. So,” Jackson grunts, giving up his struggle, panting out a breath, “I wanted to decorate the house in the cheesy hallmark style you like. And I know Hakeem is a sucker for those movies, so I wanted to do a movie night with just Christmas lights for ambiance.”
“And one thing led to another, and here we are,” muses Eddie, one long finger tracing Jackson’s spine. He thrills in the shiver his mate delivers under the motion.
“Yes, now can you help me out of this or call Hakeem and-” Jackson yelps, startled as a firm smack lands on his black sweatpants covered ass.
“EDMUND SEUNG-LALUNE WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE-”
Eddie growls, heat caressing Jackson’s ear, “Safe word, my love?”
Oh. OH! Oh….kay
“Midnight,” Jackson swallows, pushing the word out in a tremor.
“Would you like to use it?” Eddie presses his nose into the shell of Jackson’s ear, inhaling greedily.
“I suppose…” Jackson bites back a groan when Eddie grabs his ass in one large, calloused hand, “I can see what you have in mind before-Shit.” Eddie nibbles Jackson’s neck. “Uh…before untangling myself.”
“How kind of you, my sweet prince.” Eddie trails kisses along Jackson’s neck. “To let me unwrap you like the great gift you are.”
Something beastly and primal coats his voice. “Like the perfect little toy for me to fuck and claim.”
Having learned to work in harmony with the Lycan, Eddie’s control over beast and magic has only grown in the time since the incident. His left hand, the one not decorated with the band of three twisted metals, turns into that of a mighty beast with sharp, obsidian claws
With a fluid motion of power and grace he rips through the plush fabric of Jackson’s designer sweats, tearing through the black silk of his boxers, exposing a pink winking hole
“Eager”, pants Jackson, heat clawing up his throat and settling low in his gut. His pierced cock, still covered by the lingering scraps of his under garments, thickens in anticipation.
Being so exposed and submissive, something he would have never allowed himself after his loss all those decades ago, feels right now. As though he was meant to submit to this snarling beast, for he knows as much as he will be claimed, filled, and devoured. He is loved and safe
Even when Eddie is about to fuck him like a prized whore with the meatycock bulging in his jeans.
Eddie delivers two more smacks to the muscles of Jackson’s ass, licking his lips, canines turning more and more monstrous at the sight of pinking flesh.
Whereas Jackson might not be as soft and supple as Hakeem, there is still plenty of well sculpted meat for Eddie to devour.
And he is ravenous.
Filling his hands with one cheek each, he pulls Jackson apart, burying his nose into Winter’s heir’s crease.
Jackson can’t help the moan of desire that rips from him, his writhing suppressed only by the ropes of light binding him, leaving him vulnerable to Eddie’s attention.
Eddie wastes no time, eagerly licking, tasting his mate’s private flesh.
