Page 111 of Ascendant Moon
Lincoln gave him a slightly crooked smile, preparing to actually verbalize what had been on his heart for weeks.
“I love you, Nate, and can’t wait for you to touch me.”
His mate’s pleasant baritone pleased Scooter almost as much as the words themselves, eyes flaring amber amidst a carefully modulated growl.
“I love you too, sweetheart. After we eat and put the baby down for a nap, I’m going to do more than touch you. You’re MINE!”
In the kitchen, Lincoln warmed the bottle and sat at the table to feed their daughter while Scooter served up breakfast. Without a free hand, Lincoln relied on his mate to feed him—something Nate didn’t mind doing at all. After the first few bites, Scooter brought up the issue of naming their child.
“Now that she’s here, I’m not sure any of the ones we had on the list really fit her. Do you have any other ideas?”
Lincoln nodded, savoring a bite of cinnamon French toast while he gathered his thoughts.
“I agree. None of the names areawful, but there’s another one that came to mind right after she was born. Let me explain and then see what you think.”
While Lincoln burped the little one, he weaved a short tale of someone who’d meant a great deal to him in his growing up years. Though she was gone now, her name held special meaning and memories for Lincoln. Scooter readily agreed.
“I like it. Good thing we have that figured out, because everybody’s going to ask. On second thought, we promised Melva that she could come visit today, and she’ll tell everybody whether we want her to or not!”
Amid their shared laughter, the first of many wet diapers appeared. Like a true gentleman, Scooter offered to change it while Lincoln cleaned up the breakfast remains. Once the babywent down for a nap, the couple would be free to pursue other activities.
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A shower had never felt so wonderful.
Lincoln relished the feel of clean, warm water and silky soap as he cleaned up for his mate. Scooter had completed his ablutions while he put the baby down and now it was his turn. Robert had given them a very frank and detailed sex talk recently, meaning Lincoln knew exactly how to prepare for his mate. If his instincts were correct, their first coupling would probably be more about claiming than chasing pleasure. That was okay too, since they’d have plenty of time to explore one another afterward.
Stepping out of the shower, Lincoln hurriedly dried off, ran a comb through his thick brown hair, and brushed his teeth. Opening the bathroom door, he found Scooter waiting for him in the hallway—naked, erect, and growling in anticipation. Lincoln jumped up into his muscular embrace, wrapping legs around the man’s narrow waist as their mouths met in a hungry kiss. Oh, he felt good! Warm skin, a vibrating chest, and the scent of mate mixed with pheromones was almost enough to trigger an orgasm.
Though Lincoln’s eyes were closed, he felt movement as Scooter walked them to the bedroom while kissing the daylights out of him. The man’s big hands gripped his lightly furred ass, with one thick digit now teasing his sensitive pucker. The sensations were too much, but not nearly enough, as Lincoln’s aching cock rubbed against Scooter’s hairy abs. When his mate paused the kiss to take a deep breath, Lincoln started licking the man’s powerful neck, reveling in the concentrated scent found there and his mate’s unique taste. It wasn’t enough.
“Nate, honey, I need… can you…please.”
Scooter lay him down on the bed and crawled on top, groin to groin as he gazed down at his lover.
“Anything you want, sweetheart. Let me take some of the pressure off so we can enjoy the claiming together.”
Knowing his poor mate was ready to explode, Scooter skipped a lot of good parts to focus on Lincoln’s cock. His smaller body was perfectly proportioned, with a lovely seven inch dick that was wider in the middle and hairy at the base. Scooter licked the precum from his slit, drew down the foreskin to reveal the glans, and went to town. He’d never given head before, but Lincoln didn’t seem to notice his lack of skill—writhing and growling as the orgasm built.
Curious how far he could go, Scooter engulfed his mate’s cock to the root. Out of his mind with sensation, Lincoln responded by gripping Scooter’s head with both hands and thrusting into the warm, wet channel. Seconds later he shouted his release—warm cum filling Scooter’s mouth and throat. Unwilling to miss any, he pulled back a bit to suck every drop from Lincoln’s spent dick, humming with satisfaction.
A glance revealed that his smiling mate lay boneless and spent, breathing heavily but temporarily out of commission. Scooter decided to lick and kiss his way upwards, stopping occasionally to lavish attention on points of interest until finally reaching Lincoln’s mouth. The man roused enough to return the kisses and reached between them to stroke Scooter’s hard-as-iron, ten-inch shaft. A dreaded memory suddenly popped into his head, unwelcome but present nonetheless, and he withdrew his hand.
Though Bruce’s dick hadn’t been nearly as big, he’d painfully pounding into him during the brutal “practice sessions” andLincoln feared it might be the same with Scooter. How could he give himself freely with memories like that dancing around in his head? His mate noticed the hesitation and change in scent, rolling over on his side but not crowding Lincoln.
“You know I won’t hurt you the way he did. I’m not gonna do anything you don’t want, and there’s lots of other stuff we can try instead. It will all feel good—I promise.”
Lincoln burst into tears, snuggling up to his mate. The man was gentle, kind, and wanted nothing more than to make him happy, but the fears ran too deep, and he couldn’t see a way to work around them.
“You haven’t done anything wrong, and I’m not afraid of you, but it’s hard to forget what Bruce did to me. I’ll try, Nate. I really will.”
Scooter kissed Lincoln’s forehead and interlaced their fingers.
“It’s all right, love. Did you know that True Elders can help people forget things? If it’s okay with you, I’ll ask Evan to come over and he can explain it better.”
Lincoln’s knowledge of True Elder gifts was rather limited, though he’d heard pack members mention some sort of mind powers. He didn’t know how it all worked, but if it was true…
“Yes. If he can help me, I don’t want to let that dead bastard ruin what we have.”
