Page 12 of Big Top Bear Raid
Wraith let out a deep breath before nodding once.“You’re right.”Smiling up at his newly discovered mate, he added, “And his issues have no place here with us.”
“Exactly,” Zion confirmed.After squeezing his shoulder again, he slid his hand down Wraith’s arm and took his hand, intertwining their fingers.“Your bedroom?”
Grinning, Wraith felt his blood stir at the lust-filled look in Zion’s eyes.“Yeah.”Returning his mate’s hand squeeze, he led the way to the kitchen.“Quick detour for...water.”As Wraith spoke, he pulled several bottles from the fridge.
Taking a couple with his free hand, Zion grinned.“Great idea.”
Wraith winked, then led the way through his A-frame home to the staircase.His main level consisted of the living space—kitchen, dining, and living room—along with a small full bath.His upstairs contained a large loft bedroom along with a big ensuite.It was his sanctuary, a place that he’d never had a lover, not even Stephan.
But this is my mate, and I want him in my space.
“Everything okay?”
Hearing Zion’s concerned question, Wraith realized he’d stopped at the bottom of the stairs.“Yeah,” he quickly replied.Wraith scoffed softly as he met Zion’s gaze and smiled.“Just realized I’ve never had anyone up here before.”
“Never?”Zion sounded surprised, and a hint of pleasure began filling his scent.
“Never,” Wraith confirmed.With a squeeze to Zion’s hand, he started leading the way up.“Never wanted to share it with anyone before.”
Following him, Zion rumbled, “Thank you for sharing it with me.”
Wraith smiled at Zion.“You’re my mate,” he reminded him.“What’s mine is yours.”
Zion grinned broadly.“Likewise.”Then he winced, admitting, “Not that I have much.”
Shaking his head, Wraith tugged Zion to the foot of his California king bed.“All I need is you.”
He would have grimaced at how corny that sounded, but Zion growled softly as he replied, “You have me.”Then he released Wraith’s hand in favor of tossing his jacket over the back of a nearby chair so he could whip his shirt over his head.
Wraith hummed in appreciation as he took in Zion’s broad, dark chest.His shoulders were wide, his arms heavily muscled, and his pectorals well-defined.His torso tapered to a surprisingly trim waist...leaner than Wraith would’ve thought a bear shifter would be...especially since he barely had a two-pack.
Huh.My mate sorta looks underweight.
That reminded Wraith of Zion’s past circumstances.The man had been held, tortured, and bespelled.Obviously, he’d been starved, too.
I’ll fix that in no time.
Then Zion dropped his jeans, revealing a long, thick erection.His attention snapped back to where it should be...his now naked mate.The white flecks of dried semen on Zion’s black prick called to Wraith, making his mouth water.
Unable to ignore that siren call, Wraith dropped to his knees in front of Zion.He grabbed his naked mate’s thickly muscled thighs.Leaning in, Wraith pressed his nose to Zion’s groin, the thin pubes teasing his nose, and he inhaled noisily.
Wraith groaned as he took in the heady goodness of his mate’s spilled seed and masculine arousal.
So good.
“Wraith,” Zion whispered, his thick fingers sinking into his short hair.
Seeing no reason to deny himself—after all, it was what they both wanted, hell,needed—Wraith stuck out his tongue.He traced along the underside length from base to crown.His mate’s flavor exploded across his tongue, lighting up his taste buds.
Wraith’s appreciative moan nearly drowned out Zion’s growl of enjoyment.Peering up his mate’s body, he held his new and forever lover’s gaze as he opened his mouth.First, he flicked out his tongue, teasing the tip and slit, before opening wide and taking the man’s knob into his mouth.
“F-Fuck.”
Zion’s throaty hiss was like music to Wraith’s ears.He smiled around his mate’s crown as he accepted more of his mate’s cock into his mouth.When Zion’s cap hit the back of his throat, Wraith fought against his gag reflex and eased off a smidge.
Swallowing his saliva, Wraith licked and massaged Zion’s length with his tongue.He sucked as he pulled partway off, pausing at his crown.After swiping over Zion’s knob, pausing to tease at his slit, Wraith pushed his tongue into his frenulum, stimulating the bundle of nerves.Then he sank back down, taking as much as he could.
“Wr-raith,” Zion whispered, his thighs tensing beneath Wraith’s palms.“I-I—oh, fuck.”
