Devon Morgan [Seven Brothers for McBride 5] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) (13 page)

“That’s okay. As long as we both know who’s in charge.” Karsten stroked down the center of Devon’s chest, loving the way he arched to meet his gentle caress. Soft body hair made a trail down to where the pants split apart, revealing his cock. Wrapping his fist around the shaft caused Devon to utter a low growl. In class, Karsten had been told how the sight and sound of his mate would arouse him beyond belief, but he hadn’t understood how powerful those two things were until now. Seeing Devon and hearing him enhanced what Karsten felt with his hands and the scent of him…Karsten licked his lips. The scent of the soap they’d used was there, but now that Devon had heated up the clothing, Karsten could smell leather mixing with Devon’s own unique signature. Combined, the essence was intoxicating.

“You don’t seem to be resisting, you pirate, you. One would think you want to be…”

“Scallywaggled,” Devon supplied.

“Is that what pirates call it?”

“I’m not sure, but it sounds about right. And you can call me captain. Captain Morgan. And you have to say
aye
.”

“I?”

Devon spelled it.

“Aye. I’ll scallywag you good, Captain Morgan.”

“You’re perfect.” Devon looked beyond happy, and Karsten realized that he always wanted someone he could play with. Somehow, knowing that Devon enjoyed turning the stories he read into reality endeared him to Karsten. It was sweet and almost unbearably romantic.

“So are you.” Karsten pushed the edges of the vest aside then teased his hands over Devon’s nipples. Just as he’d been told, they were amazingly sensitive, given how Devon closed his eyes and struggled lightly in his bindings. A surge of power filled Karsten with confidence, just as it had in the tub, but this time he knew Devon wouldn’t slip and try to bite him. When he was ready, he’d offer up the spot he wanted him to use when he fed. What Karsten liked about that idea was that it would be special between just the two of them. He didn’t imagine there were many mates who used an unlikely spot to feed from.

Working Devon up into a frantic kind of growl was boosted when Karsten teased his cock with his buttocks. Rocking back and forth gave way to pressing harder and rolling his hips. He leaned over to kiss Devon, and the hat tumbled off. Karsten was going to fling it aside, but it was special to Devon, so he set it gently on the bedside table. All around them the room glowed from whatever was in the paint, making it seem like they were living inside a work of art.

“I’m not going to last.” Devon’s eyes were enhanced by the yellowish glow, making them richer aquamarine and very intense.

Karsten rose up just enough to slide Devon’s cock up and down the split in his ass. Each pass he made, Karsten pressed the head of his prick a little deeper into his hole. From the way Devon was tightening his body, it was clear he was doing everything he could not to move. His struggle was somehow beautiful. Erotic torture enhanced Devon’s need and aroused Karsten’s to a point where he forgot everything that had led him to this moment with this man. He was here fully and had no intention of stopping until he claimed him.

Rising up onto his knees, Karsten leaned over and kissed Devon. It was hungry and almost frantic, spelling out his need more clearly than his throbbing cock. As Karsten positioned the knob of his prick against his hole, Devon’s eyes opened wide.

Eye to eye and heart to heart, Karsten moved slowly back, taking his mate within the gripping heat of his body. The outer sphincter was tight, fighting each incremental bit of Devon’s prick, but Karsten kept up the pressure. After an excruciatingly long time, his knob popped inside. Karsten whimpered, and Devon growled. For a moment, Karsten held steady, enjoying the first level of penetration. Rolling his hips caused his rectum to clench around the tip of Devon’s cock. Around he went until Devon was straining against the ropes. Every muscle in his arms, chest, and even his neck flexed. Somehow, seeing that power constrained excited Karsten more than he thought possible.

“More.”

“I do believe my captain enjoys being scallywagged.”

“Zooks, yes! You can have the boat and everything on it if you’ll just keep letting my cock sink into your tight little hole.”

“Everything?” Karsten toyed with him by rising up until Devon’s cock almost pulled all the way out, but then he’d sink back down to the same spot. Nothing in the world had ever felt as good as Devon’s prick. Nothing he’d heard in class or from his fellow thralls could adequately describe the feeling of fullness, of completeness, that was taking his mate’s cock inside his body. It was indescribable. “You’re willing to let me have everything?”

“All of it.”

“Body, soul, and blood?”

Devon met Karsten’s gaze and all the playacting fell away. They were suddenly just man to man with nothing between them but honesty.

“Body, soul, and blood.” Devon lifted his head up so he could kiss Karsten. Unlike his earlier frantic kiss, this one was soft, sweet, and sealed their deal.

Karsten lowered himself a bit more, watching Devon’s reaction. Each incremental bit deeper made him catch his breath and hold it for just a moment before he released it. When Karsten had taken him about halfway, Devon lifted his head and growled, showing that his canines were fully extended. A burst of fear caused Karsten to clench around Devon’s cock, but he relaxed in the next breath. He was safe. He was in charge. And quite suddenly, the idea of being bitten wasn’t nearly so scary. Somehow, it was different. Not just because he was with one man rather than a gang of them, but because he was with a man he cared about. A man with whimsy, kindness, and compassion. As Karsten sank down a bit lower, he realized he was falling in love with Devon. He gasped at the recognition. Love was something every thrall hoped for and so few probably found.

When Devon looked up, his gaze searching Karsten’s face, he saw a flash of it there. Just a hint of love that would bloom fully with time. If Karsten made the effort to nurture what had just barely been planted, he’d be rewarded with a mate who would stand by him no matter what happened to the world.

“Captain?”

“Yes?”

“I think I’m falling in love with you.” Before Devon could answer, Karsten took the rest of his cock into himself until he was pressing down completely against Devon’s hips. Having him fully within only intensified the feeling of bonding to him.

“I think I’m falling, too.” Devon uttered a stunned kind of growly breath. All his muscles tightened, but he didn’t buck, and Karsten knew he wanted to.

Since his mate was bound and determined to let Karsten lead, he lifted and lowered himself, sliding Devon’s cock in and out.

Devon watched him with heavily lidded eyes. “It’s like you’re dancing on me. A very sensual dance.”

Karsten lifted his hands. Using his entire body, he writhed upon his mate, loving the way his cock twitched every time he took him all the way inside. When Devon got too close to release, Karsten would continue to dance, but he would relax the grip he had on his cock. When he wanted to increase his torment, he tightened his entire body.

“You wicked, wicked man.” Devon grinned.

“And to think you have already given me your ship and yourself.”

“You want more?” Devon gasped as Karsten suddenly plunged down and tightened hard.

“I do.” Karsten lifted up until Devon’s cock was entirely outside his body. He held the tip pressed against his hole, loving the look of erotic torment on Devon’s face.

“Anything! Just don’t stop!”

“Next time when we play this game, you’ll have to scallywag me.”

“I will. I swear that I will scallywag you until your eyes—
cross
!”

Karsten chose that moment to plunge downward, taking all of Devon’s cock inside him at once. They uttered mutual cries of bliss. Determined to make him climax and bring his bloodlust to a fever pitch, Karsten rode his cock faster and faster until Devon was straining against his bonds and licking the tips of his aching teeth.

Lifting his hand, he offered out his wrist for Devon to bite, but he didn’t.

“You can bite me. I want you to.” Karsten felt that he wouldn’t be able to climax until he was fully bonded to his mate.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” Devon turned his head away.

Frustrated, Karsten realized he was still in control. Lowering himself, he compelled Devon to kiss him. Once his kisses intensified and Devon’s arousal and thirst peaked, Karsten bit the inside of his lip, forcing Devon to feed.

The first taste of blood caused him to growl, and he would have turned away, but Karsten held his head. Clenching his rectum as tight as he could, Karsten also deepened the kiss, feeding more of his blood to his mate.

Unable to resist, Devon sucked at Karsten’s bottom lip, growling low and hungry from the back of his throat. Tightening and releasing, Karsten pushed Devon into orgasm, loving the snarling gasps he made as he came and fed.

“But you. What about you?” Devon asked between kisses and shallow thrusts. Even at the height of his pleasure, he didn’t ram his cock into Karsten. He held steady and let him set the pace. Feeling his prick pulse inspired Karsten to match the rhythm by clenching and relaxing.

Unsure if his mate would be receptive to what he wanted to do, Karsten whispered it in his ear. Devon’s reaction was so positive Karsten almost climaxed right there, but he held on, waiting until Devon’s release was complete. Once it was, Karsten rose up so that his cock was close to Devon’s mouth.

Clearly hungry for him, Devon drew Karsten’s cock into his mouth right down to the root and sucked hard enough to almost hurt him. Almost. His powerful pull was right on the verge between pleasure and pain. It was exquisite.

Karsten came so hard he practically saw stars.

“Untie me so I can hold you.”

Barely able to make his hands work, Karsten fumbled at the restraints, freeing Devon, who instantly gathered Karsten into his arms and rolled so they were on their sides, pressing close.

“You are always welcome to take charge of me.” Devon nodded enthusiastically.

Karsten giggled. “It was pretty spectacular.”

“Indeed it was.” Devon sighed as he stroked over Karsten’s lower lip. “Does it hurt?”

“No.”

Devon eased his finger inside so he could touch the scar. As soon as he did, Karsten moaned.

“Are you disappointed?”

“That we have an unusual feeding place? Not at all. Given that we are unusual men, that’s very fitting.”

“And whenever you kiss me, you’ll tease it.”

“Yeah.” Devon’s grin turned positively wicked. “Much better than on your wrist.”

“It’s got a lot of blood flow.”

“I don’t think it’s about the volume. Not for slammers. Or at least not for me. It was about the taste of you, the intimacy of drinking your blood.” Devon lifted Karsten’s hand and kissed the center of his palm. “Although, having a scar on your wrist to toy with in public could be fun.”

“Fun for you!”

“I’d make it fun for you, too.”

“How?”

Devon lowered his lips to Karsten’s ear and told him a tale. Through his mate’s words, Karsten pictured him and Devon sitting in a parlor with his brothers and their thralls. Devon would stroke over the scar on his wrist, making Karsten so crazed he’d have to excuse himself. Before he could get too far along the hallway, Devon would join him, pulling him into one of the large bathrooms on the main floor.

“You would do this in your master’s house?”

“Yes. I would be that bold.”

“You are shameless!”

“And I haven’t even told you what I’d do to you once I got you alone.”

Karsten listened as Devon described a scene of ecstasy and lust that managed to make him hard again. Once he was, Devon eased him onto his back, parted his legs, and slid between. He made no effort to fill him. Of course, this made Karsten frantic to feel him enter. Clearly aware of the longing he was creating in his mate, Devon took his time teasing his lips and tongue all over Karsten’s body.

“I’m making you dance for me.”

“But this time I’m not in charge.”

“Nope.” Devon grinned and then sobered. “Do you trust me?”

“Completely.” Karsten lifted his hands above his head. “Do your worst.”

“I will.” Devon lowered his mouth to Karsten’s nipple and sucked lightly, making him buck below his body. “You have no idea how your struggles are exciting me.”

“I thought I’d be afraid to have you on top of me, but I’m not scared.”

“No?”

“Oh, no. I’m excited. I feel safe. Protected.”

No matter how Karsten squirmed and begged with word and body, Devon wouldn’t be rushed. He kissed, bit, and licked all over Karsten’s body until he was whimpering with need. By the time he filled him, Karsten’s head was spinning and his need for completion was so great he did everything he could to get Devon to move faster, but he refused.

“Slowly this time.”

“Slow enough to be maddening.”

“That’s right.” Devon kissed his ear then whispered, “I’m going to make you crazy for me.”

“I’m already there.”

Looking right into his eyes, Devon kept to his wickedly slow and deep thrusts. He paced his body and his breathing. Devon might have been able to go for hours, but Karsten found the way to make him do his lustful bidding. Matching his rhythm, Karsten clenched and released his rectum while uttering a soft, mournful cry.