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The Behr and His Keeper

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"May I kiss you?"

Rogan seemed to be peering at him intently, making Tom's heart turn over in response. Tom nodded, his feelings too overwhelming to verbally reply, but something in Rogan's manner soothed him.

Tom's calm was shattered when Rogan traced his lips with his tongue before covering his mouth hungrily. Rogan's moist, firm mouth demanded a response. The kiss quickly turned urgent and exploratory, sending spirals of ecstasy through Tom.

   He was a little shocked at his eager response to the touch of Rogan's lips against his. They were supposed to be taking this slow, dating and getting to know each other. All Tom could think about was what that long, thick cock pressed against his abdomen would feel like pounding into his ass.

Tom broke away from Rogan's mouth and moaned when the man grabbed a handful of his ass. He arched closer, needing more friction, more pressure, more...something. "Oh, please."

"What do you need, baby?"

Tom wasn't sure he could put it into words so he reached down and palmed Rogan's cock. Rogan bucked against him before groaning.

"Be sure you know what you're asking, Tom." Rogan's words were steel hard, but there was a slight tremor to the tone. "If I take you, I'm keeping you."

At the moment, that sounded pretty damn good.

Rogan fisted his hand in Tom's hair and yanked his head back until their eyes met. There was something feral in Rogan's eyes, something that made Tom want to tilt his head back and offer himself up to the powerful man.

"I will keep you, Tom. I will kiss you and touch you and fuck you whenever and wherever I want, and I won't ask permission first. You will be mine. My mate. Do you understand?"

Blood pounded in Tom's brain, leapt to his heart, and made his knees tremble as his emotions whirled and skidded. The very air around him seemed electrified, as if it too was waiting for Tom's response.

Tom licked his lips then whispered the words that he knew would change his life forever. "I understand."

He was totally unprepared for the response his words would garner. Rogan growled. Hard, searching lips slammed down on his, stealing his breath. He didn't even notice that Rogan was working his shirt off until the man pulled his shirt off over his head. His pants and shoes quickly followed until he stood in the man's arms in all his naked glory.

His heart thumped erratically and a hot ache grew in his throat. Rogan made no attempt to hide the fact that he was watching Tom's every move.

Tom felt the strength of Rogan's hands as they cupped his ass and squeezed then lifted him up. When they reached the bed, Rogan followed him down as he laid him on the mattress. Tom's body tingled from the contact of his skin against the fabric of Rogan's clothes.

Tom's fingers ached to touch Rogan, but he didn't know what was allowed so he decided to just go with what felt right. Rogan continued to watch him as he reached up and unbuttoned his shirt then pushed it from his shoulders.

Rogan shrugged it off then leaned down to claim Tom's lips again. Tom eagerly opened his mouth and allowed the man in, going for the buttons and zipper on the man's pants at the same time. He wanted Rogan naked more than he wanted his next breath.

He had no idea why he was giving into this whole mate claiming thing so quickly. Logically, he knew he shouldn't be. All he could think was that it felt right to him. Every touch, every press of skin, every brush of Rogan's lips against his own, all of it felt right. Something was settling deep inside of him with each sweet caress.

Tom groaned and arched up when Rogan's lips latched onto his nipple. It was such a simple thing, but it drove him insane. His arousal skyrocketed, his cock hardening to steel.

Rogan's hot breath blew out across his skin as he whispered, "You feel so good, baby."

Ton didn't think he could verbalize how Rogan felt, his strong muscular body pressing him down into the mattress. There just weren't words invented in the English language to describe the utter bliss that shattered Tom's calm.

It was a feeling he eagerly accepted.

Tom cried out when Rogan moved down his body. The man lavished Tom's skin with his tongue, his teeth nipping here and there. Anticipation built in Tom until he felt as if he was poised on the precipice of something momentous.

Spots formed in front of Tom's eyes when Rogan's lips closed around the head of his cock. He'd had blow jobs before, but never like this. When Rogan sucked the entire length of his cock down his throat, Tom was pretty damn sure the man was trying to suck his soul out through his dick. He could have it as long as he never stopped doing what he was doing.

"Rogan," Tom gasped when two slick fingers speared his ass.

He had no idea where Rogan had gotten the lube, because he didn't keep any at his grandmother's house and he hadn't had the time to bring any here from his apartment.

He also didn't remember his lube being so warm or so smoother. It felt as if Rogan's fingers were wrapped in liquid silk. Heated liquid silk.

When Rogan moved up to kneel between his legs, grabbing his cock and moving it toward him, Tom held out a hand. "Lube, what did you do with the lube?"

They seriously needed more lube.

Rogan's wide grin confused him.


"I am a shifter, baby, and you are my mate."