"You smell really good," Jack whispered as he
lifted his face and pressed it against Clagh's neck. He rubbed his nose back
and forth across Clagh's warm skin. "Like a campfire and marshmallows." That
might have sounded really strange to someone else, but Jack really loved
marshmallows.
"Demonas Amaté."
"Hmm?" Jack nuzzled some more, wanting another
sniff of that delicious scent.
"You must not." Jack felt Clagh's hard
swallowed against his lips. "I cannot control myself if you continue."
Jack wasn't sure that was a bad thing.
"Demonas Amaté, please." The pleading
tone to Clagh's voice finally got through to Jack.
With a heavy sigh, he lifted his head. "Would
it be easier if I got naked?"
Clagh's eyes flashed red and Jack got the
sudden idea that he was dealing with a predator, and he had just become its
prey. The mere idea should have frightened him or repulsed him.
It didn't.
Neither did being held down and restrained by
the vines wrapped around his wrists and ankles. If anything that was making
Jack's heart beat a little faster.
He had always known he had a bit of kink in
him. He had been more drawn to porn sites which featured bondage than anything
else. He had indulged a little here and there with old girlfriends, but he had
been the one tying them down. He had never trusted anyone enough to allow it
to be done to him.
Until now.
"Clagh." Jack licked his lips as he grabbed
his courage by the bootstraps and pulled. "Would you kiss me?"
Clagh's eyes rounded for a brief moment. "Do
you know what you are asking, Jack?"
"I know."
"If I kiss you, I cannot promise my control
will be strong enough to keep from claiming you."
Oh hell.
"I know that too."
"If I claim you, you will be mine, Jack. I
won't give you up. You will be my Demonas Amaté for real."
Jack tried to swallow down his fear, but knew
it flashed in his eyes when Clagh's expression dropped. "I—" Jack frowned when
he tried to reach for Clagh, but couldn't. "Would you mind?" he asked as he
nodded to his hand. He was free a moment later.
Jack pressed his hand against the side of
Clagh's face. "I'll admit I'm scared, Clagh, but not of you. Never of you. I
want you to know that." Jack didn't think he had actually ever been afraid of
Clagh, at least not for his safety. When it came to the whole mate sex thing,
he was terrified.
Clagh stared at him as if trying to gauge his
truthfulness, but then he nodded. "What can I do to ease your mind?"
Jack smiled. "You're doing it."
Jack had no doubts about what was going to
happen as he leaned in and pressed his lips against Clagh's. Well, he had a
little doubt, but that was more about the actual mechanics of the act, not
about what was going to happen. That it was going to happen, he had no doubt.
Clagh had made that very clear when Jack had asked for a kiss. Now, Jack was
taking his kiss.
''Keep that up, and I'm going to claim you."
Jack's heart quickened as he considered the
threat. He raised his eyes and met Clagh's heated stare. "Okay."
He gasped when Clagh rolled, placing Jack
below him. Clagh grabbed Jack's arms, pushing them above his head with one
hand as the other skimmed down his side.
Jack shivered at the contact.
Clagh's dark eyes were intense as he gazed
into Jack's eyes. "Do you want me to claim you, Demonas Amaté?"
Jack swallowed and nodded. He had wanted to be
claimed by Clagh from the moment he had laid eyes on the man. He just hadn't
been brave enough to admit it until now.
"We should go back to the house and—"
Jack grabbed Clagh's arm when the man started
to roll away. "No, here. I want you to claim me here in your special place."
"Take your clothes off, Demonas Amaté."
Clagh's voice was deep, commanding, and guttural.
Jack shivered as Clagh released him. He stood,
his hands shaking as he pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it aside, and
then pushed his pants down his legs, kicking them off along with his
underwear. He groaned when he bent to remove his socks and felt a hand glide
over his ass.
"You have a very nice body, Jack." Clagh said
as he stood and slowly started to peel his own clothes off. "The gods have
truly blessed me."
Jack gulped when he saw the large cock slap
Clagh's belly. His mouth watered to taste it, to take it into his mouth, and
suck it until Clagh shouted his name.
Would Clagh shout his name?
Clagh tossed his clothes aside and then cupped
Jack's face, rubbing their cocks together as he kissed Jack. Jack moaned as
Clagh cupped his ass, pulling him closer, taking the kiss deeper. His skin
broke out in goose bumps as Clagh's hands left his ass and slid up his back.
He wanted to climb the large man and beg to be fucked.
"I am going to make you mine, Jack. Do you
understand this? It cannot be undone once it is done."
Jack nodded. "Yes."
A low guttural growl left Clagh's lips at
Jack's answer. "Lay on your back," Clagh demanded.
Jack twisted around, scrambling to do as the
larger man commanded. His skin buzzed with excitement at the knowledge that
Clagh was going to claim him. Jack laid down on his back and spread his legs
wide.
"Beautiful," Clagh whispered as his eyes
roamed over Jack's naked body, but Jack wasn't sure if Clagh was talking to
him or to himself.
Clagh dropped to his knees and crawled closer,
smoothing his hands over Jack's legs. Jack was dying to move, to wiggle around
and beg Clagh to fuck him already, but he bit back his urges.
His eyes damn near rolled to the back of his
head as Clagh's fingertips played over his skin, slowly making their way up
his thighs toward his hard cock. Jack almost whined at the slow pace.
Clagh wrapped his large hand around Jack's
hard shaft. This time he couldn't stop his moan. His legs spread wider as
Clagh stroked his cock. The other hand cupped his balls, massaging them as
Clagh watched him intently.
Jack writhed, squirmed, and moaned as he
succumbed to the waves of ecstasy that tried to pull him under. He lay there,
drowned in a flood tide of exquisite pleasure as Clagh took him to another
place, a place where Jack was no longer his own person, a place where Clagh
owned him, mind, body, and soul.
"Come for me."
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