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Chapter Twenty-Four
The one thing Wren had come to appreciate in the short time he’d been with Devon was the way his mate’s skin felt against his own. Until Devon, Wren didn’t like anyone touching him. Touch meant pain, and Wren learned that from living with his grandparents. The snake just reinforced that belief.
Being with Devon changed all that. Devon had barely got on the bed, after polishing off double the amount of food Wren had ever seen him eat, when Wren was flinging his clothes off and jumping on him.
It was as if every cell in his body wanted closeness. Devon called it instinct, but for Wren, it was different from that. He often felt as though his limbs had prickly bits on them – unseen, but lurking under the skin. It was the main reason he preferred soft clothing. But when he was with Devon, especially naked, anywhere his skin was touching his mate’s, it was like being dipped in a calming gel – with spicy scents thrown in.
There was so much of Devon to enjoy. Broad shoulders with skin so smooth, Wren had to lay kisses all over them. Pushing his nose into the groove between Devon’s pectoral muscles, Wren’s fingers were busy teasing wide nipples into hard nubs – a few rhythmic squeezes between his thumbs and first fingers, and Devon’s wiggling threatened to knock him off.
There was something so powerful in making Devon moan. The only emotion Wren ever seemed capable of causing in anyone before Devon was anger and annoyance. But Devon’s skin trembled under Wren’s fingers, his cock left smears on Wren’s belly. Deep moans fell from Devon’s throat as he tipped his head back, his jaw clenched – and that was just from Wren rolling on him. And petting a bit…with a bit of nipple squeezing…and thenthere were those kisses and licks because Wren loved the way Devon’s skin felt against his lips.
“You do this to me every time,” Devon groaned, his firm hands stroking up and down Wren’s back. “You make me feel powerful and special, and so damn horny every time your mouth comes near me.”
That has to be a good thing, right?Wren wasn’t really paying attention. He was slowly moving his head from one side of Devon’s body to the other, letting his tongue trail over the dips and grooves of Devon’s abs. Devon’s cock brushed against his chin as he went lower, the scent of his precome sending arrows of arousal through Wren’s body.
Dipping his head just a little bit, because Wren was enjoying Devon’s hands on his back, he lapped around Devon’s cockhead before following the same path with the flat of his tongue.
It wasn’t enough. Wren wanted more. Devon’s scent was so much more concentrated around his cock and balls. Kneeling between Devon’s thighs, he closed his eyes, leaning over as his mouth and nose were working overtime. He rubbed the scent of Devon’s shaft against his nose. His tongue lapped across Devon’s balls, and then up the full length before curving around the tip.
It was intoxicating. Between the scent, Devon’s moans, and the way Devon’s thighs were actually trembling- and that’s all because of what I’m doing -Wren wondered if his feelings were like being high – something the pastor used to preach against every week of his childhood.I’m not seeing this as something worth preaching against.
Stretching his lips as wide as they would go, Wren wrapped his hands around the base of his mate’s cock, sliding his lips over the bright red cockhead. Devon’s precome flooded every molecule ofmoisture in his mouth, and Wren leaned over farther, trying to get as much in his mouth as possible.
He couldn’t go too far – the laws of physics and biology just didn’t allow it. Logic determined that a large object, even one with a bit of squish and give, is only going to be able to penetrate a smaller hole so far. But Wren sucked, moving his head around one way and then the other, so that the parts of Devon he had between his lips would get as much friction as possible.
Devon’s groans kissed his ears. “Move your hands, please, babe,” he growled softly. “Work my length.”
Work it?Wren didn’t have a clue what Devon meant by that phrase, but he had been learning what he and Devon liked in bed. He moved his hands, setting up a rhythm that kept time with his sucking and the movements of his tongue.
“Gods, yes. You are so damn good at that.”
Wren would’ve smiled if his lips weren’t stretched to the point of making his cheeks ache. Praise was something Wren was getting used to getting, and it created a warmth deep inside, totally aside from the sensuality of what they were doing.
Keeping his breath measured, Wren sank into the moment – the feeling of Devon’s cock on his palms, the tangy taste of the little spurts coming from the end of Devon’s cock. Cocooned by his mate’s thighs, surrounded by his scent, Wren’s cock was ready to do some spurting of its own, but he resisted reaching down to do anything about it. His hands were full. His mouth was full. All he could smell was Devon, and it was heavenly.
Popping off, Wren licked around his lips before ducking his head down again. He wanted to lick, but there was no room in his mouth for his tongue to move. Devon’s cockhead was pushed against the back of his throat, and Wren pushed down his gag reflex. The first time it had happened, Wren had no idea why hismouth was trying to cough Devon’s cock out when he was doing his best to shove it in. A quiet chat with Devon, a hint about controlling his breathing, and Wren quickly got the hang of it.
Devon’s hands were resting lightly in his hair. Wren knew his mate was close to coming. He sped up his movements, both hands and mouth, dropping one hand down to cup Devon’s balls, gently rolling them in his palm as the other one kept up the pressure on the shaft.
“Pull off,” Devon rasped urgently. “I’m…I’m…”
Wren didn’t want to pull off. He wanted to follow through to the end. As Devon’s pants got louder, his fingers tightened just a fraction in Wren’s hair.
Yes.Wren braced himself - pulling his mouth half off so his throat wasn’t being tickled – and just one second later Devon’s orgasm hit him.
Swallowing fast, there was still a moment when Wren thought he would choke on Devon’s spunk, but the satisfaction he got from hearing Devon’s long groan was so worth it. Once Devon was done, and Wren could feel his mate’s thighs and belly relax, he pulled off, resting his forehead on Devon’s belly as Devon stroked his hair. He was feeling rather puffed himself, and his cock was still raging hard.
“Roll over, babe. On your back.”
Wren moved over Devon’s leg and flopped on the mattress. He stretched his lips out in different directions, trying to ease the ache in his cheeks.
“You’re simply incredible,” Devon said as he rolled over too. In a blink, it was Wren’s turn to groan as his cock was completely encased in Devon’s mouth. Wren spread his legs and pushed hishead back into the mattress.Oh, yes, my beloved bear, just like that.
Chapter Twenty-Five
A month later…
“Hey, Wren, are you in here?” Devon poked his head around the workshop door. Levi and Calvin were out on a job, so their part of the workshop was quiet. But in the last month, they had created a separate space where Wren could spend his time painting and decorating items of clothing, among other things.
