Taming the Enforcer’s Flirt (4 page)

“Uh, no,” he admitted.
Especially when my dick is hard enough to pound nails and all I can think about is getting the thick rod rubbing my stomach into my ass.
This time, Cornelius made certain his mouth remained shut. He could keep from blurting things if he focused.

Einan nodded. “Okay, then. We’ll work on that, too, then.”

Cornelius tensed, reminded of why he’d fled Einan in the first place.

Understanding seeped into Einan’s expression. “Ah, I see. I can see how my words might make it seem as if I find you lacking,” he mused. Einan slid the hand cupping Cornelius’s jaw over a bit and gently used his thumb-claw to trace his upper lip. “Ah, my pretty mate, I only want you to be safe, and living with a gargoyle requires certain…etiquette to be followed. I never meant offense. I only wish to keep you safe.”

“Oh,” Cornelius whispered, trying to focus on the conversation instead of his throbbing dick. “So you, um…” He paused, thinking a second, then tried a different approach. “I’m a flirt. I should warn you. I don’t mean anything by it. Most of the time I don’t even want to be touched by the person, but it feels good to think they might like to touch me if I gave them the chance, ya know?”

Einan growled, and suddenly Cornelius found himself pressed against the wall with what was probably a three hundred pound, clearly unhappy, yet horny—judging by the thick shaft prodding him—gargoyle practically covering him from head to toe.

“Only
I
touch you, Cornelius,” Einan snarled.

The possessive rumble sent a shiver of fear down Cornelius’s spine. It was quickly banished by pleasure when Einan slid his hands up his sides, traced his ribs, then tugged his nipples—with his fucking claws—sending sharp bites of painful-pleasure through his chest.

“Someone has hurt you, pretty mate,” Einan growled. “I can smell your fear when I say certain things.”

Einan released one of his nipples while still working the second one hard. Cornelius’s dick throbbed and pulsed, pre-cum oozing from his slit as the sensations went straight to his cock. Unable to hold up his own head, he rested it against the wall and just concentrated on getting enough air into his lungs.

He didn’t know how he’d gone from running from the gargoyle to practically begging him to fuck him into the wall, but that’s what he wanted. It took every bit of tenuous control he had left to keep from doing just that.

Instead, he cried out with pleasure when Einan’s rough hand slid into his loosened cargo shorts and wrapped around his swollen shaft. Fuck! How had he missed it when Einan opened them? Two strokes of the gargoyle’s hand had his balls pulling tight, and all thoughts but coming fled.

Einan reached lower and tugged his balls, easing his need. Cornelius whined at the denial.

“Don’t worry, Cornelius,” Einan crooned. “I’ll let you come soon enough.” He scraped his canines down, then back up Cornelius’s neck just hard enough to awaken his nerve endings. Cornelius tilted his head and tried to press up into those tingle-inducing teeth. “You like the bite of pain, the sensation of your body being worked, maybe your ass spanked or your nipples clamped, don’t you, pretty mate? Did someone take advantage of that?”

Cornelius just about came from the images Einan put in his head. It’d feel so good to sprawl across his mate’s lap and have his ass warmed by the big hands working his body. Would Einan let his claws dig into his flesh just a little? Give him an extra prick? Draw blood? Lap it off?

He moaned, long and low, and bucked his hips, shamelessly rubbing his prick against the leathery wrist still in his pants. Except, that wrist was attached to a hand, which squeezed his balls just enough to deny him—again—his release.

“If I ever meet the man who took advantage of your beautiful responsiveness, I will kill him,” Einan hissed, a vow hidden in his words.

Cornelius whimpered. He didn’t want to think about his past right now. He wanted to think about his future—a future with this gargoyle giving him so much torturous bliss with hardly any effort.

Gods, what would it feel like if Einan actually tried?

“Say you’re mine,” Einan suddenly demanded gruffly.

Cornelius jerked a nod. “Y-yours.”

“Now, open your eyes. See who is pleasuring you.”

Opening his eyes—and really, he didn’t know when he’d closed them—Cornelius had to blink a few times to focus on the big sexy gargoyle. His breath caught at the feral delight staring back at him from stormy gray eyes.

“Come,” Einan ordered. At the same time, he released Cornelius’s balls and gently scraped one claw every-so-lightly over the sensitive flesh behind them.

Cornelius gasped in shock and he came. As his body jerked, completely beyond his control—and he sprayed streams of ejaculate onto both their torsos—he stared into Einan’s smug expression. And for some reason, seeing the satisfaction on Einan’s face, caused him to spurt one last string of cum.

Einan watched his mate come apart in his arms. Never had he touched someone so responsive, so sexy, and so obviously in need of a confidence boost. Even as he reveled in the heady aroma of Cornelius’s spilled seed, the feel of it spattering across his chest, the pleasure he derived at holding his shuddering, twitching mate, Einan wondered how he could discreetly delve into the shifter’s past.

Living by the age-old adage knowledge is power, Einan wanted more information on Cornelius and what he’d been through. Judging by Cornelius’s highly developed flight instinct, Einan knew the rhino shifter wasn’t ready to talk to him about it. He’d be offended, except, mate-pull or not, they’d just met.

Since he couldn’t do anything about that right then, Einan shelved his plans and focused on what he wanted next. Namely, Cornelius sprawled out and naked on his bed. He couldn’t wait to hear the man truly beg. His dick throbbed at the very idea of soon taking the man in long slow strokes. He’d watch a red hue creep up Cornelius’s chest, showing his pleasure without words. His mate would babble. Oh, yes, Einan just knew his mate would be a very vocal lover. He couldn’t wait to hear.

Einan gently traced down Cornelius’s side with one hand, soothing him, even as he tugged the man’s pubic hairs then massaged the skin to ease the sting. Every few repetitions, he tossed in a gentle caress to the still pounding vein running up the base of his dick and swirled his claw lightly around the still swollen cap. He knew the stimulation would keep his mate hard, readying him for round two—which Einan planned to take place in his bed.

Cornelius didn’t disappoint.

He watched Cornelius’s heaving chest slow, liking how he continued to pant. His lips slightly parted, his mate’s tongue peeked out and swept over his bottom lip. Suddenly, Einan needed to taste the shifter more than he needed anything else, even getting his dick in him.

Although he couldn’t resist the allure of keeping his fingers threaded through his mate’s soft pubes, Einan gripped Cornelius’s torso with the other hand to steady him. He lowered his head the couple of inches needed and pressed his mouth firmly to Cornelius’s lips. He swept his tongue past his mate’s lips, tasting the flavor of the dark beer he seemed to favor, the spicy kick of the ribs he must have eaten, and then, beneath all that, something all Cornelius’s own—a smooth buttery flavor that reminded Einan of his favorite candy—Worther’s Originals.

Einan groaned and thrust his tongue in deeper, wrapping the appendage—one longer and more slender than a human’s with triple the number of taste buds—around Cornelius’s tongue. He stroked it for several seconds, unable to seem to get enough of the shifter’s taste.

Feeling Cornelius’s tongue slide across his canine, Einan started to pull back. Then, his mate moaned wildly and deliberately did it again, harder. His lover bucked his body, clinging oh-so-nicely. Einan felt Cornelius’s blunt nails dig into his hide, reminding him he held a shifter, and he smiled around the kiss. He could acknowledge that he liked that little bite of pain, too, and the fact that his mate marked him while stroking his canines, letting him mark him, too…even better.

A throat clearing, followed by a second, and a third—although that one was far more giggly. Hating the interruption—even though his screaming lungs told him he needed to stop soon anyway—Einan eased the kiss to an end and lifted his head slightly.

Cornelius peered up at him through half-mast lids, looking completely dazed and debauched.

Glorious.

The original throat clearer—judging by the timber of the voice—did it again, but Einan ignored it in favor of sipping a few butterfly kisses from his mate’s lips. When he finally separated them, his chest heaved and he worried any pressure to his shaft would make him blow.

“Hot damn,” Einan mumbled. “Kissing you is like sticking my finger in a light socket.”

“Is that—Is that good?”

“Hell, yeah.”

“If you two are done,” Maelgwn stated, amusement lacing his tone.

Einan glanced over his shoulder and realized they had quite the audience…and his mate’s shorts had sagged halfway down his thighs. Knowing that had been his own fault, he bit back his growl while spreading his wings and wrapping them around Cornelius, shielding his partially undressed mate from possible view.

Gus frowned and peered around Einan so he could see Cornelius’s face. “Are you okay, Corny? You left so suddenly.”

His brow ridges shot up at that. Einan turned back to Cornelius and mouthed
Corny
? His mate just rolled his eyes, then looked over Einan’s shoulder at Gus. “Yeah. I’m okay.” Smirking, he wriggled a bit as he pulled his cargo shorts up. “Better than, even. Uh, Einan is, uh.”

Einan noted that while Cornelius zipped his fly, he didn’t try to button them. It would have been near impossible anyway, since Einan was finding it a bit tough to relinquish his new favorite toy—Cornelius’s soft pubic hairs. Even the sticky cum didn’t diminish the odd sense of pleasure he felt at threading his claws through the strands. In fact, since it was drying, creating tangles and clumps, which Einan gently tugged out, probably stinging Cornelius just a smidge, it made it that much better. He’d figured out pretty damn quickly that Cornelius liked a smidge of sting, keeping his cock hard and twitching against Einan’s wrist.

Finally, Cornelius’s stuttered words registered in his lust-fogged brain. He had no intension of hiding their relationship and wouldn’t allow Cornelius to do it, either. Grinning, Einan glanced over his shoulder at his chieftain. “Cornelius is my mate. I’m glad to hear he’s already planning to move here.” Returning to focus on Cornelius, he winked and tugged extra hard on a curl. “Although, it’d be damn fun to convince him of the—” He tugged again. “—benefits of moving in with me.”

Cornelius gasped and wriggled against him. The move put pressure on Einan’s swollen, leaking prick. Damn, even the presence of four men at his back hadn’t softened him. Deciding he really, really needed to do something about his randy state, Einan looked over his shoulder at his uninvited audience. “Will you have Cornelius’s things brought to my sitting room? I hear the bus ride here can be long.” He returned his attention to Cornelius. “I believe I’ll help you get some rest.”

Bobby snorted. “Yeah. Rest. You do that.”

Einan didn’t bother commenting, just smirked.

“That okay with you, Cornelius?” Gus asked, obviously looking for at least one more reassurance.

Fortunately, Cornelius didn’t seem to hesitate giving it. “Yeah,” he responded, his voice holding a breathy quality that Einan really liked. “Rest, um, yeah, that sounds good.”

“Fantastic,” Einan crooned, drawing the word out. “Let’s get you to…bed, then.”

“I’ll speak with you tomorrow, Einan,” Maelgwn said. “I’ll get Sapian to cover your duties for now.”

Einan knew it wasn’t a request. “Thank you, chieftain,” he responded, dipping his head respectfully. He’d always been a work-a-holic in the past. Einan knew he’d need to figure out how to adjust, to slow down, so he could fit spending time with his mate into his day.

The others drifted away, and Einan returned his focus to his mate. “Let’s go, pretty mate,” he crooned. “My cock needs to be buried balls deep in your ass very soon.”

Cornelius moaned and a fine tremor quaked through his body. “Y-yeah. Good idea.”

Einan swiped his thumb over Cornelius’s glans, pleased to find the slit leaking again. Lifting his hand, he ignored his mate’s whimper when he released his prick. Einan held his mate’s gaze as he brought his hand to his lips and slowly licked away not only the bead of pre-cum, which tasted heavenly, but also the nearly dried cum from Cornelius’s earlier release.

Moaning at his mate’s taste, Einan allowed his eyelids to slide nearly closed. “Shit, you taste good,” he growled. He really,
really
needed more. So many ideas swirled in his head to get more seed from his mate and he wanted to try them all.

“Come on,” he gruffly urged.

He wrapped his arm around his mate’s waist and rested his thumb on his mate’s still exposed cock head. The red, swollen cap looked so fucking sexy poking out of Cornelius’s unbuttoned cargo shorts. He took a few seconds to admire the view, swirling his thumb around and around the skin that probably felt hypersensitive at this point, judging by his mate’s panting breaths and the fine shudders racking him.

“E-Einan, p-please,” Cornelius pleaded.

Grinning, Einan glanced at Cornelius’s face, but his mate wasn’t looking at him. Instead, Cornelius peered down at where Einan played with him. His hands clenched and opened, and clenched again where they hung by his side as if fighting his need to do…something. Watching his mate carefully, Einan paused in his ministrations. Cornelius’s brows drew together and he clamped his lower lip between his teeth, probably holding back some mewl of distress.

That wouldn’t do. Einan wanted to hear his mate.

Reaching his free hand up, he tugged his mate’s lip free. That made Cornelius meet his gaze. He saw lust, confusion, and need swirling through the green depths of Cornelius’s eyes.

Einan kept his thumb on Cornelius’s bottom lip and dipped his claw gently into the man’s slit.