Page 25 of Cuddles for the Bear
Wren was curious and also clearly feeling the pull. For one brief second, Devon thought that the Fates were unfair, creating instant arousal between mates so the claim would be made. He felt there should be some kind of special dispensation for mates like Wren who had already gone through so much shit in his life.
But then Wren fisted his hands in Devon’s hair, his torso pushing into Devon’s chest as he scrambled to sit on his lap. As Devon helped him get comfortable, he reminded himself that Wren was a full-grown adult, perfectly capable of making his own decisions.
I have to stop deciding things for him, he reminded himself, as he threaded his fingers through Wren’s curls and kissed him with a touch more intensity. It might not have been time for tongues, but the lips were doing more than enough on their own. Devon tilted his head one way and the other, letting Wren get used to him and the different sensations. Wren seemed to like the idea of sucking Devon’s bottom lip, and yep, from the tingle that ran right down to his groin, Devon liked it as well.
One of his hands slid down Wren’s back. His mate had put on a few pounds from all the food Devon had been giving him. The bones in his spine weren’t quite so pronounced, and his muscles seemed firmer and stronger, which could’ve been from the shift.
Devon’s bear could feel the chameleon egging his human on, and it wasn’t like Devon needed any encouragement. He rubbed his hand up and down Wren’s back, encouraging their closeness until they had to break apart to breathe.
“Did you want to get naked?” Devon whispered against Wren’s ear. “Are you ready for that step yet?”
“Off. Off. Off.” Wren leaned back, grabbing the back of the neck of his sweatshirt and pulling it over his head, tossing it to the floor. “Now you. Now you. I want to touch you.”
Yep, Devon was right on board with that idea. He quickly whipped his shirt off, tossing it in the same direction as Wren had thrown his, before pulling Wren’s chest back in close to him. Wren groaned as their skin met, wiggling against him and seeming more like an octopus than a chameleon. Devon kissed down Wren’s neck, inhaling the sweet scent of his mate, especially at the crook of his neck and shoulder where his bite would go. It was so tempting to take the bite now, but just as Devon went to do it, he remembered he had promised his mate a massage.
“Hey, babe, did you still want the massage I promised you?”
“You’re touching me, I’m touching you, that’s a massage.” Wren clearly didn’t understand the concept, but he’d grabbed hold of Devon’s ear between his lips and was sucking on it, so Devon decided that was a debate for another time.
Toe curling, butt clenching. Apparently ear sucking was a thing.
Devon huffed out long breaths against Wren’s chest, quickly seeking out Wren’s nipple. Small, pink, pebbled, and raised from the skin, they were begging to be nibbled on. Devon curled his lips over one, sucking gently, causing Wren to wiggle more than ever.
“More. More.” Wren had abandoned his ear and was now sucking Devon’s neck. Wren’s teeth were grazing Devon’s skin, and Devon wondered if he knew, but he took that as a signal to move things along. Wren might not understand his instincts, but his chameleon clearly did.
Reaching down, Devon slid his hand underneath Wren’s track pants, cupping the slender buttocks. He could almost get bothof them in one hand. Wren was panting, gasping, gripping at Devon’s shoulders, and then all of a sudden, his whole body stiffened. Devon realized what had happened as the scent of his mate’s spunk hit the air.
“Oh my gods, that feels incredible. Don’t stop.” Wren was panting against his neck. “I want to feel that again, and again, and again.”
Optimistic, much? Although…Devon was sorry that he hadn’t bitten Wren in that moment. However, his mate was a shifter. Devon had no doubt that he could get him hard again. Sliding his hand from Wren’s butt to his crotch, he leaned Wren back from his chest so he could tug down the front of Wren’s sweatpants. That sweet slender cock was still hard, glistening with the evidence of Wren’s orgasm. Devon’s urges intensified.
“Let’s get out of our pants,” he said, almost growling, he wanted to come so badly. “Let me lay you down.” He rolled Wren over onto his back and then tugged off the soggy sweatpants.
Leaning over, Devon rubbed his nose in that sweet spot where the cock met the body, and then licked up Wren’s cock, taking it into his mouth. It might have been hard, but oh, it tasted so sweet. Wren yelled, grabbing the mattress with both hands, desperately trying to thrust. Devon rested his arm on Wren’s legs to stop him from pushing too far, and then licked and slurped until Wren’s cock was completely clean.
“How…why…oh, gods. I didn’t know…”
Things were getting damp in Devon’s pants, too. Pulling off Wren’s cock with a pop, he quickly shoved his sweatpants down to his knees and then kicked them off, sending them flying off the end of the bed. He rolled so that he and Wren’s bodies were flush with each other. Yes, Wren was shorter, but with a bit of maneuvering, Devon made sure that his mate had pressure onhis length, and he used one of Wren’s legs pressed between his legs to add some pressure to his own.
Oh gods, yes.Touching, rolling, kissing, and clutching, Wren was so enthusiastic. It was clear he didn’t have a clue about anatomy or anything else, but everywhere he touched, Devon felt a blaze of sensations across his skin. It was intoxicating. All the while, Wren’s scent was driving him mad. It was as if he were falling into a sweet scent-filled hole and he had no desire to get out.
Thrusting, rutting – Wren was getting the hang of his rhythm now. Devon was keen to match him in every way. He felt a bead of sweat roll down the side of his face, and when he looked at Wren, that same red flush was on his face too.
Devon reached around and grabbed Wren’s buttocks again, his finger caressing against Wren’s tight crack. It would be so tempting to grab some lube, slip a finger inside that crack, and tease Wren’s tiny hole – slick it up, push on in. But Devon knew for all Wren’s willingness, he wouldn’t be ready for that, and that wasn’t an assumption, it was biology. Devon had a dick that took some working up to.
Besides, Devon wasn’t ready to break the moment by reaching for lube. He was so close to coming, he didn’t think he’d last the length of time to give Wren the prep he deserved. After living with a hard dick for days, Devon was ready to blow, and a good old-fashioned frottage session would do perfectly.
Bringing Wren’s face up level with his own, Devon brushed Wren’s lips with his own again. “I’m gonna bite you now,” he said, not bothering to hide the growl. “I’m going to bite you, and then you’re going to bite me, and we’ll never be separated again. Is that what you want?”
“Yes. Gods, yes.” Wren’s fangs were already peeking out from puffy lips.
Sniffing up Wren’s neck one last time, Devon ran his tongue down the slender tendon. With his hand firm on Wren’s butt, holding them so close not even smoke could pass between them, he opened his mouth wide, determined the mating scar he left would be big enough for anyone to notice.
The moment the taste of Wren’s blood touched his tongue, his bear roared in his head, so freaking relieved to have staked their claim at last. Devon had barely taken his teeth out of the skin and licked over the wound that would quickly heal and scar, when Wren was pushing his nose into his neck, his teeth, just as big, just as sharp, just as quick as they were buried in the side of his neck.
Devon bellowed as his balls finally unloaded, sending spunk in the squished skin between them. The scent of his climax joined with Wren’s as his mate found his second release, and for the longest moment, the two men stayed frozen together, the silence broken only by harsh breathing and the sound of blood pounding in Devon’s ears.
Oh. My. Gods.Devon barely twitched as he heard Wren’s voice in his head. It was what he’d hoped would happen.My bear really did want me, and now he’s mine.
