Page 13 of Big Top Bear Raid
That was all the warning Wraith received before his mouth was filled with a thick burst of Zion’s seed.It nailed his uvula, causing him to jolt, before landing on his tongue.He pulled off a bit more so the next volley filled his mouth.The salty, slightly bitter goodness caused him to hum even as he quickly swallowed, readying for the next shot.
The flavor of Zion’s delicious seed mixed with the deep sounds of his mate’s groans, setting Wraith’s blood on fire.His cock throbbed behind his fly, and he pressed against the base.He struggled to remember to swallow as he fought against the tightening in his balls.
There was something so intoxicating in the knowledge that he’d pleased his mate so swiftly.As a fairly dominant wolf shifter, he didn’t suck cock often.He didn’t consider himself considerably skilled at giving head, but his mate reacted as if his ministrations were the best thing he’d ever experienced.
Once Zion stopped coming, Wraith leaned back, allowing his mate’s still hard prick to slip from his lips.He swallowed and licked his lips a few more times, enjoying not only his flavor, but also the sound of Zion’s raspy breathing.His dark chest gleamed with sweat, and his nostrils flared as he stared down at him with a heavy-lidded expression.
“That’s a hell of a good look on you,” Wraith whispered, appreciating the view.Seeing Zion’s full lips curve into a wide smile, he returned the look as he slowly rose to his feet.“I want to see it on you often.”
Zion’s deep voice came out raspy as he replied, “You’ll get no complaints from me.”His dark eyes twinkled as he stared down at him.Then Zion grinned and gripped the base of Wraith’s shirt.“Now it’s my turn to see you.”
Wraith was more than on board with that.He lifted his arms.Once the fabric was off his fingertips, he quickly lowered his hands to his fly.A quick flick and twist had his jeans undone, allowing him to shove them down.
Of course, Wraith had completely forgotten about his hiking boots and socks.
With a soft chuckle, Zion gave Wraith’s shoulder a push.He tumbled backward, his ass hitting his comfortable mattress.Leaning back on his elbows with his erection bobbing in the air and his feet bound by his jeans, Wraith felt a sudden surge of vulnerability.
He shifted his butt on the bed, fighting the unexpected bout of nerves.
“Relax, my mate,” Zion crooned, obviously picking up on it.On one knee, he reached for Wraith’s boot laces even as he leaned forward.“I’ll take care of you.”
The way Zion began pressing wet, hot, open-mouthed kisses along his length settled Wraith’s nerves damn fast.He groaned as the teasing touches caused his balls to once again begin to tighten.Gritting his teeth, Wraith let out a deep groan as pre-cum oozed from his slit.The sensation of it sliding over his crown had nothing on the feel of Zion’s warm appendage gliding over his cap to scoop it up.
“Easy, baby,” Zion crooned as he straightened.“Take a few deep breaths.”
As Wraith fought to catch his breath, Zion finished removing the rest of his clothes.By the time his legs were free, he finally felt as if he wasn’t about to explode at the lightest touch.He pried open eyes he couldn’t remember closing and peered at his sexy bear shifter.
“Damn, babe,” Wraith mumbled roughly.“Your tongue should be registered as a lethal weapon.”
Zion barked a laugh, his dark eyes twinkling.“Thanks.Now where’s your lube?”
Swinging an arm toward the upper left side of the bed, Zion stated, “Nightstand.Middle drawer.”
“Middle?”Zion rounded the bed.“What’s in the top one?”Without asking, he opened the top drawer and pulled out a magazine.“Damn.”He peered over his shoulder at Wraith, a brow lifted in surprise.“Did you build that dirt bike yourself?”
Wraith registered the question, but he couldn’t have forced an answer if his life depended on it.His attention was riveted to Zion’s back and the thick raised scars cross-crossing it.It took a hell of a lot for a shifter to scar, and for his mate to have so many, and so deep...Wraith couldn’t imagine the torture Zion had been forced to endure.
Zion must have realized what had caught his attention, for he glanced over his shoulder before clearing his throat.“Right.Yeah.”He tossed the magazine about dirt bike mechanics back into the drawer but didn’t turn to face him.“Not pretty.I know.”
Realizing he was totally killing the mood, Wraith growled low in his throat.He rolled over and got to his knees on the bed.Stalking toward him, he made certain his continued desire showed on his features.
“I couldn’t give a rip about those scars beyond the fact that someone hurt you,” Wraith declared.Having reached Zion’s side, he grabbed his hand to squeeze his fingers.“If those blasted witches weren’t already dead, I’d hunt them down and tear them apart for what they did to you and your sleuth.”Then Wraith gave Zion a feral smile.“But I can’t, so you know what I’m going to do?”
Zion hesitated a second before whispering, “What?”
“I’m going to lay you down and show you so much pleasure, show you how much I appreciate what a survivor you are.”
To Wraith’s pleasure, and relief, he saw a shudder work through Zion’s body.A fresh rush of his mate’s heady arousal perfumed the air.Even his bear’s erection bobbed, as if begging for attention, and Wraith’s own aching prick gave an answering jolt.
“Get the lube,” Wraith ordered, releasing his hand.“Then get up here.”As Zion quickly obeyed, closing the top drawer and opening the second, Wraith recalled his bear’s question and told him, “And yeah, I built the dirt bike in the garage.”When Zion began crawling onto the bed, Wraith backed up to make room.Entranced by the flex and relax of his mate’s muscled form, he mumbled absently, “But I’ll tell you all about that later.”
As soon as Zion was mostly on the bed, Wraith was on him.He gripped his big bear’s hips and flipped him to his back, pleased his shifter strength allowed him to manhandle the gorgeous man.Grabbing the lube from his clearly surprised mate, Wraith settled his other hand on the inside of his left thigh and urged him to spread them.
When Zion didn’t even hesitate, Wraith felt his excitement ramp up.His balls tingled as he enjoyed the view of his big bear shifter spread out before him.Wraith couldn’t help the way his prick drooled, what with the way their combined scents of arousal flooded the loft space.
“Gods, you smell so fucking good,” Wraith snarled, eagerness flooding him as he watched Zion grab the backs of his knees and haul them up and to the side.His breath caught in his chest upon the stunning view of his mate on display before him.“Oh, gods.”
“It’s not the gods I want,” Zion rumbled in a deep, teasing tone.“Just you.”
