A Cold Winter's Day 25 (8 page)

“Go slow, hon. We have all night.” He wasn’t sure if they did, because he was very close, but Malcolm wasn’t going to rush through anything. He was older than Luke, and had a lifetime of patience to share with the man.

Luke nodded as he worked Malcolm’s cock into his mouth, his tongue running up and down the heavy vein on the side of his shaft. Malcolm ran his thumbs over Luke’s face, spellbound at what Luke was doing to him.

Malcolm moaned when he felt his balls pull close to the base of his erection, his body sizzling with his approaching orgasm. “I’m about to come, Luke.”

Luke nodded, but didn’t release his cock. Malcolm growled as he fucked his mate’s mouth, driving his length into the back of Luke’s throat as his seed erupted from his cock, his body jerking as Luke sucked him vigorously.

Malcolm lay there trying to catch his breath as Luke suckled for a moment longer, and then his softening cock slipped from between his mate’s swollen lips.

Luke lifted his head, his eyes shining with merriment as his tongue ran across his lips. “More please.”

Malcolm growled as he pulled Luke up and then turned, placing his mate underneath him. He lined his cock up, ready to claim the imp when Luke’s eyes grew wide and he shoved at Malcolm’s chest.

Malcolm immediately pulled back as he tilted his head. “Did you change your mind about being claimed?” It would devastate Malcolm, but he wouldn’t force Luke to be claimed. He wanted his mate willingly or not at all.

“No.” Luke shook his head. “First off, how in the hell are you hard so fast? Secondly, lube, babe, and a good stretching wouldn’t hurt. Well, not stretching would hurt, actually.”

Malcolm had never fucked a man before and knew he had a lot to learn. He wasn’t so old that he wasn’t willing to have Luke teach him what he needed to know. Thankfully he was a quick learner. Show him once and Luke was going to be begging as he shouted Malcolm’s name.

Malcolm had no doubt about that.

He reached into his drawer and grabbed the well-used bottle of lube. It was well used for masturbation, but that was it. He handed the bottle to Luke, waiting for his mate to show him the ropes. It felt strange not being in control, not knowing what he was doing. Malcolm was a strong, capable man that took on any task and excelled at it, yet here he knelt without a clue. He growled inwardly at the lack of knowledge.

But he wouldn’t be clueless for long. Not after tonight.

Luke plucked the bottle from his hand and turned over onto his hands and knees. “Since it seems you’re new at this, watch and learn, babe.”

Malcolm leaned back and watched as Luke lubed his fingers and then slowly inserted them into his ass. Malcolm’s jaw dropped as he watched Luke’s ass suck each finger in, almost refusing to let it go. His cock was throbbing at the sight. Luke’s long, lithe fingers were shiny as one lone finger slid into his ass. Malcolm leaned forward, nipping one cheek and then the other. Luke groaned as a second finger pushed its way in. He was fascinated by the sight.

Malcolm ran his hands over Luke’s ass, watching his mate stretch himself.

“Bear with me. It’s been a very long time.”

“Take your time, hon. I’m enjoying the show.” And he was. It was erotic as hell and an image Malcolm would never thought to have conjured in his mind. He ran the tips of his fingers over Luke’s as a third finger joined the others. He could feel the lube on Luke’s hand and used some to rim around the stretched muscle.

Malcolm ran his fingers over Luke’s stretched hole, letting one of his fingers dip in alongside his mate’s fingers into the silkiness of his mate’s body. He never imagined such a thing existed.

“Lube your hand if you’re going to play back there.” Luke removed his fingers and tossed the bottle at Malcolm.

He grabbed the bottle in midair as he removed his finger and squeezed a large amount onto his hand. His fingers were a lot larger than Luke’s, and he didn’t want to bring his mate any pain.

Using two fingers, Malcolm sank them deep, feeling his cock jerk in approval as he moved his wrist around. With just two fingers, he stretched Luke wider than Luke had with all three of his fingers.

“More,” Luke begged as Malcolm added a third. He was amazed that Luke’s body accommodated all three. The skin stretched around the intrusion as he watched them glide in and out of Luke’s body. His cock was iron hard, the flesh heated as it throbbed. He could imagine what it was going to feel like to sink into that amazing hole.

“Now your cock,” Luke begged. “Please.”

Malcolm lubed his cock and then wiped his hand off on the sheet. He centered his cock to Luke’s hole, exhaling deeply as he worked his way into Luke’s body. Even with the stretching, the fit was tight.

His eyes slammed closed as his body convulsed with indescribable pleasure. When his shaft was buried deeply inside of Luke, Malcolm stilled for a moment, taking in the feel of Luke’s body wrapped around him. It was like nothing he had ever experienced before. He slowly opened his eyes and stared down at his mate. Luke looked good underneath him, his slim back smooth and creamy.

Leaning forward, Malcolm licked a long path down Luke’s spine as he placed his hands on Luke’s hips and began to rock oh so slowly. He wanted this to last for as long as it could, but he also feared that if he moved too fast, he would hurt Luke.

Malcolm was built a lot thicker and stronger than his mate.

“Malcolm, move faster and harder. Believe me, I can take it.” Luke whimpered.

Malcolm took Luke at his word as he began to move quicker, pushing his cock deeper into Luke’s giving body. The maelstrom of sensations shot through him as his body collided with Luke’s. His bear was roaring, fighting to get free as Malcolm thrust harder inside of Luke.

“Oh fuck,” he murmured as Luke’s hole milked his cock. It was better than he had ever dreamed being with a man would be. It was even better knowing that it was his mate he was fucking. The thought had him speeding toward the edge, threatening to fall over as he looked down and watched his heavy shaft work its way in and out of Luke’s ass.

“Yes, gods, yes.” Luke’s voice became louder the harder Malcolm fucked him. He growled, determined to give Luke a night to remember.

His cock thickened as he pounded into his mate.

Malcolm could feel the binding take place as his hips began to snap harder, pushing Luke further up the bed. But his mate didn’t protest the roughness. He begged for it, almost whined for it.

As Malcolm took Luke harder, his canines elongated, itching to sink into the space where the neck ended and Luke’s shoulder began. His bear roared once more, demanding that Malcolm bite Luke. He didn’t need to bite Luke to claim him. He was a bear. There was no need, but the urge was still there nonetheless. Malcolm withdrew and then spun Luke onto his back, shoving his cock back into his mate as he licked his way up Luke’s chest and then over his shoulder before sinking his teeth deeply into Luke’s skin, feeling the tender flesh give as he pulled Luke down onto his cock.

As he pulled his canines free, Malcolm gasped. Tiny, colorful ribbons began to from, one pulling from Malcolm, the other from Luke. They swirled around and then two small transparent forms in the exact same image of him and Luke danced around one another, melded together, and then split apart, Luke’s image entering Malcolm as Malcolm’s image entered Luke.

Never in his life had he ever seen anything like that before. Luke grabbed Malcolm, pulling him down for a kiss as he slammed his ass onto Malcolm’s cock, Luke’s head falling back as he shouted out his release.

The smell of Luke’s seed pulled Malcolm from his stunned state as he drove his cock hard into Luke’s ass, his release once again shattering through him. Malcolm roared, his hips snapping quickly until the last of his seed was inside Luke.

Good fucking god, he felt like a new man as he fell to his side, taking Luke with him as pure satiation washed over him and pulled him into a deep sleep, his cock still locked inside his mate’s body.

* * * *

“Um, that was gross,” Bryce said as he stared at the ceiling.

Chance shuddered as he thought of his pa upstairs having sex. Gross, gross, double gross. That was his pa.

Gross.

“Looks like we got ourselves a new pa.” Chauncey snickered as he bounced Cole on his knee.

“What’s that smell?”

Chance rolled his eyes and then jumped from the table, taking off out of the kitchen, shouting over his shoulder before disappearing. “Your turn.”

Luke sat at the kitchen table staring at the men around him. Malcolm’s sons were almost as big as Malcolm was. Luke felt small as hell compared to these men. He was six one and had a nicely shaped body, not muscular like the bears, but not puny either.

But he sure as shit felt puny as Chauncey reached in front of him to grab a biscuit. Luke watched as the rather large arm pulled back, veins and bicep showing off proudly. It was like watching a mountain slide to his left, right in front of his very eyes.

“So, you’re our new pa?” Chance asked as he shoved a forkful of mashed potatoes into his mouth, staring at Luke curiously.

“I…” Was he? Luke glanced around the table, seeing so many sets of eyes on him that he wanted to sink down onto the floor and hide under the table. He wasn’t normally like this. Luke could hold his own, but in a house full of bears, he knew when he was outmuscled.

“Leave him alone, son,” Malcolm warned.

“I was just asking,” Chance mumbled under his breath as he stabbed at his food.

Luke wasn’t sure if this was how they normally were, tension so thick it could be cut with a knife, but he didn’t like it. He could tell he was the reason behind it.

“If you want me to be,” Luke answered Chance as he fed Cole a small spoonful of mashed potatoes. His son chewed on it for a moment and then let it fall from his mouth. He wasn’t used to eating table food. Luke was still strictly bottle-feeding him, but Malcolm had said that Cole was old enough to try different foods, just as long as he was given them one at a time in case of allergies.

Luke wasn’t too sure about the table food. Cole looked to be playing with it more than he was actually eating it. Cole had been fed from a wet nurse in his tribe, but he seriously doubted there was one around here.

“Depends,” Chauncey said. “You know anything about raising bears?”

A low growl rumbled in Malcolm’s chest as he glared at Chauncey. “He doesn’t need to know. You’re full grown. But I can change that if you keep it up.”

Luke’s eyes shot up, locking onto Malcolm’s. He could see a high level of tension in those light grey eyes. He needed to lighten the mood before Malcolm actually maimed one of his sons.

“I can hang with the best of them,” Luke admitted to Chauncey. “Do you know anything about wood elves?”

Chauncey grinned as he nodded. “That’s a no-brainer. They live in the woods.”

Luke chuckled as he shook his head. He was going to like Chauncey. He could just tell.

“Boy Wonder over there thinks he’s the smartest man alive,” Chance said as he chuckled.

“I am,” Chauncey defended with feigned indignity. “Smarter and prettier than you.”

“We’re twins, dumbass.”

“Chance!” Malcolm bellowed. “Watch your language around the cub.”

“Sorry, Pa.”

Luke was getting aggravated. It seemed Malcolm had a stick up his rear and for no apparent reason. His sons were just trying to get to know Luke. He wasn’t sure what was wrong with his mate, but he was getting tired of the snapping. Malcolm was acting the part of an angry bear, and Luke was just about to kick him in his ass if he didn’t lighten up.