Page 59 of The Bull's Head

“I love you, and nothing would make me happier than to be your mate,” he whispered in Byk’s ear.

He rubbed a hand over Byk’s far-too-skinny legs. Teddy was not a small man. If he had sex with Byk, would he break him? His mate seemed so fragile, and even though he was eating regularly again, it had still been intermittent, and with him being on machines for so long, he’d lost some of what he’d gained back.

Then he remembered what Alp told him about the way Mal mated with him. There was no way it would hurt Byk, and he could still give pleasure to his mate. He patted the bed, and Byk scooted over. Teddy stood and stripped off his clothes, aware that Byk’s gaze was locked on him.

“Are you nervous?” he asked.

“N-No” came the stuttered reply.

“We don’t have to?—”

“I’m not nervous,” Byk insisted, the flush bright on his cheeks. “It’s just… when I was a kid, I used to wonder about men, you know? I fantasized about them being naked and things we could do. Only this is way better than any daydream. They were always some nebulous person, but you? You’re the reality.”

Byk had poetry in his soul, Teddy was certain. He returned to the bed and grabbed the second pillow, which he placed under Byk’s head so he could watch.

“I don’t understand,” he said.

“You will when the time is right, I promise.”

Teddy got on the bed with Byk and knelt by his outstretched legs. Byk’s cock stood proudly, and Teddy was gratified to see Byk found looking at him pleasurable. He peered up into dark gray eyes he’d come to love so very much. “If you get scared or if I do something you don’t like, tell me. I promise to stop.”

“I’m not afraid,” Byk said. “Horny, yes. Afraid, no. You’re the first person to touch me besides myself. I don’t want you to find me… you know, lacking.”

Teddy wrapped his fingers around Byk’s shaft. “Trust me, no one would find this lacking.” Then he leaned down and took Byk in his mouth.

He’d once told Byk he loved sweets. Chocolate was his favorite. Or had been, until he tasted his mate. After today, every dessert would pale in comparison to the rich, earthy flavor of Byk. It filled Teddy’s mouth, then made its way through his nervous system and flooded his body. This was Byk’s essence, and Teddy already wanted more.

“Oh, Maker! Teddy!” Byk cried out, putting his hands on Teddy’s head. “Stop! Too good! Too good!”

He’d heard Ivan make people cry out like that, and Teddy now understood his brother’s cocky attitude. He felt as though he was fifty feet tall, so proud of himself for making Byk feel good. He swirled his tongue around the head of Byk’s cock, then went down, taking as much as he could into his mouth. It wasn’t more than half, and he knew if he tried to go deeper, he’d choke, but already Teddy was making plans to practice on Byk daily until he could take him to the back of his throat and really make him fly apart.

“Teddy, please….”

If he didn’t have Byk in his mouth, Teddy would smile. When Byk pushed his head, Teddy was confused. He looked up to find Byk scrambling away.

“Is something wrong?”

He twisted on the bed until Teddy let him go. “I have to move. Please.”

It surprised Teddy when Byk didn’t get off the bed, but shifted to his side, angling his body until they were nearly parallel. What shocked him even more was when Byk leaned in and Teddy’s cock was engulfed in sweet heat.

“What are you doing?” he asked, uncertain why Byk wasn’t simply enjoying the attention.

Byk leaned back a bit and turned his gaze on Teddy. “Cooper said it was called sixty-nine. It’s where we can both suck at the same time.” He reached up and put a hand on Teddy’s head, now pulling him back down. “Now shut up and keep going.” Byk opened his mouth wide and took Teddy in again. He combined tongue, lips, and hand as he stroked, sucked, laved. He seemed to be everywhere at once. Not to be outdone, Teddy followed suit, imitating what Byk was doing. When Byk put his hands on Teddy’s ass and caressed it, Teddy couldn’t hold back any longer. He grunted and thrust forward, his orgasm shooting through him and out the head of his cock. Byk didn’t move, but Teddy could feel his throat muscles working, taking his seed into Byk’s body. When Byk’s spurts filled Teddy’s mouth, he swallowed down the sweet, salty fluids, delighting in the nutty flavor.

They lay there a few moments, each panting hard. “That was….”

“Hell yes, it was,” Teddy agreed.

It was then Teddy realized the problem. Unlike many shifters, bears couldn’t simply have their teeth drop. For them it was an all-or-nothing shift, and that meant his mouth would engulf Byk’s shoulder, and the resulting scar would be enormous.

“Byk, I?—”

“I know, but I still want it. Please.”

He sounded so certain, but Teddy still doubted. “Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”

Byk smiled at him. “Yes, I want your bite.”

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