Page 3 of Mistletoe and Mayhem
“This will never get done if you keep interrupting me,” Avery commented a little breathlessly. It didn’t matter that it would be the third time Ozen distracted him this morning. He still got all hot and bothered whenever Ozen gave him attention like this.
Ozen hummed, nipping lightly at the spot he’d bitten during their last round. It sent a shiver down Avery’s spine, and he tipped his head automatically, gasping when Ozen started sucking lightly on that spot.
“Ozen…” Avery breathed, his fingers curling a little tighter around the bauble in his hand so he didn’t drop it.
“If you wanted me to keep my hands to myself, firefly, then you shouldn’t have looked so adorable while decorating. I can’t seem to help myself.”
Avery’s chuckle was strained and tapered into a moan when Ozen’s hands started wandering. He knew Ozen was referring to his outfit. The matching pajamas had been a tradition his parents had followed when they were together. Avery always got new pajamas that had something to do with his favorite interests at the time, but his parents always matched whatever they were wearing. He’d wanted to do the same for him and Ozen, but he hadn’t realized how much Ozen would like it.
Ozen plucked the ornament out of his hand, placing it on the tree too close to another ornament of the same color. He didn’t give Avery a chance to argue before spinning him around and capturing his lips in a rough kiss. Avery gave in without a fight, throwing his arms around Ozen’s neck and melting into the kiss.
With decorations scattered on all the nearby surfaces, he wasn’t surprised when Ozen pushed him up against the wall instead, hands groping while his tongue tangled with Avery’s in a hot glide. They’d decided to set up the tree in the formal living room in front of the window so they could see it from outsidewhen they got home from work, but that meant their bed was too far away and neither of them was willing to stop long enough to head up the stairs.
A low growl drew Avery’s attention, and when he broke the kiss to ask what was wrong, he gasped when Ozen took the opportunity to use his magic to strip him, his bare back hitting the cool wallpaper behind him before he had a chance to blink.
“O-Ozen, what–” he cut himself off with a yelp as Ozen spun him around, shoving him up against the wall again. Ozen pressed up against his back, his hands seemingly everywhere as he pinched Avery’s nipples and fondled his balls, making him breathless and needy.
Unless they were recreating a scene from Avery’s book, Ozen usually didn’t rush like this. He liked to take his time and savor every intimate moment together. But lately, it seemed like Ozen was in a hurry. He reached between them, rubbing magic-slicked fingers against Avery’s entrance, and pushed one inside while Avery was still fighting to catch his breath.
“Ozen!” Avery gasped, back arching as his mate went straight for his prostate. The only response he got from Ozen was a growl and another finger pressing inside him. He really was in a hurry this time.
Between moans, Avery glanced over his shoulder at his mate. His normally put-together incubus had a familiar feral expression on his face, his teeth bared, fangs on display, and his red eyes glowing. It worried him, and he wanted to ask, but Ozen didn’t give him a chance to speak before pulling his fingers out and pressing himself up against Avery again, his own pajamas missing and that ribbed cock rubbing against Avery’s ass in the most tantalizing way.
“My mate,” Ozen snarled, pushing inside Avery in one smooth thrust.
Avery cried out, clawing at the wall as pleasure like bolts of lightning slammed into him with every thrust. He was lucky after years of being with Ozen that his body didn't need as long to adjust, because Ozen wasn’t slowing down for anything. He thrust into him without mercy, that growl an almost constant presence in the back of his throat.
“Ozen, Ozen, Ozen,” he chanted, eyes blind to the world around him. All his senses were focused on the feel of his mate inside him, his warmth pressed against him, and the grunts that escaped him with each thrust.
He was so focused on Ozen, he didn’t notice the warning signs of his release until it slammed into him like a wrecking ball. He screamed, his body clamping down on Ozen’s cock as pleasure cascaded through him. He felt Ozen’s cock twitch inside him, heard the groan that told him Ozen had come too, but he didn’t have a chance to catch his breath before his incubus growled in a way that made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. That wasn’t a pleasured sound. That was a feral sound.
“Ozen? What’s wro– Ah!”
Without warning, Ozen yanked him away from the wall and bent him over the back of the couch, his magic sinking into Avery’s skin just enough to keep him from going fully soft. The only time they’d ever had sex back-to-back like this was when Ozen had a quick feeding and needed to drag things out a little longer to protect them both. But Ozen wasn’t feeding from him this time. What was happening with his mate?
He couldn’t ask, the rhythm of Ozen’s hips picking back up and making Avery’s body contort with pleasure. He was lucky he could string two thoughts together, much less form words. He’d ask when Ozen finally settled. His train of thought derailed as he felt the magic thicken in the air, and a quick glance over his shoulder showed Ozen’s true form had taken over, the horns, wings, and tail a sharp contrast to the glow of his skin. The sightof him and the feel of his cock expanding inside him set was enough that he exploded for a second time.
Ozen came with him, but didn’t slow down. He grabbed Avery’s thigh, lifting it enough to change the angle, and kept going, hitting Avery’s prostate with every thrust. Avery’s head went back, a silent scream in his throat as he lost himself in the pleasure.
He lost track of the number of orgasms they shared. It seemed like each only made Ozen more demanding, until Avery was pinned to the floor, Ozen’s cock working him over while he was too weak to resist. He closed his eyes, focusing inward instead of on the pleasure that edged on pain after so many rounds. Finding that link between himself and his mate that his grandfather had taught him to find, Avery pushed every ounce of love he had for his mate at it, attempting to soothe whatever had Ozen so riled up.
Ozen’s hips stuttered, the growls tapering into a groan as he came again. His body grew heavy on Avery’s back, his breathing harsh, and his skin covered in sweat. Avery wasn’t any better, his hair plastered to his forehead, and his muscles like noodles, making it impossible for him to get up or even roll over. Instead, he used what little energy he had to reach for Ozen’s hand, bringing it to his face so he could press kisses against his palm.
“It’s okay. You’re okay,” he soothed. He didn't know what was going on with his mate, but whatever it was, he didn’t have to face it alone. Avery would help him in any way he could.
Ozen rested his forehead against the back of Avery’s neck, and for the first time in a while, he spoke without a snarl in his throat. “I’m sorry. I don’t… I don’t know what just happened.”
“It’s okay,” Avery repeated. “I’m right here.”
It seemed to be something Ozen needed to hear, because his mate’s arms slipped underneath him, wrapping himself tightly around Avery’s smaller frame. He rolled them onto their sides tokeep his weight off him, which Avery appreciated, but kept his cock buried inside Avery’s ass. Avery wasn’t going to comment about that right now. He had more important things to focus on. Namely, his upset mate, who seemed unable to let him go.
“Ozen? What’s wrong?”
He felt Ozen shake his head, but pressed on. They wouldn’t figure anything out if they didn’t talk about it. They’d both learned the hard way what happens when they didn’t communicate.
“I noticed you’ve been clingy lately. I thought at first it was jealousy after you RSVP’d to your dad’s party. I know you were worried about it. Does it still bother you? Because I can make an excuse if you’re really uncomfortable going.”
Again Ozen shook his head, this time reinforcing the denial with an explanation. “No, it’s not that. I trust my grandfather to keep Korath in line.”
