Valentino's Cowboy [Brac Village 10] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) (11 page)

Abe’s light-blue eyes slid down to where Valentino was kneeling and his lips parted. Valentino smiled as he continued to caress his hand up and down Abe’s body. He wasn’t going to ask or demand anything from his mate.

No, tonight Valentino was going to make slow sweet love to Abe, showing the man what it was like to be claimed by a cougar. Grabbing Abe’s waistband, Valentino pulled the material down his legs. He groaned when Abe’s cock popped free.

“Sit on the couch.”

Abe did as he was asked. Valentino removed his mate shoes and then yanked the jeans off, tossing them aside. He ran his hands up Abe’s thighs, caressing the smooth flesh. There was a slight tremor under his fingers and Valentino knew that was to be expected.

He wanted their lovemaking to be unhurried. More importantly, Valentino wanted Abe relaxed. His fingers skimmed the bare flesh, playing in the trail of hair leading from Abe’s navel to wiry blond curls surrounding his cock. He was tentatively exploring, driving himself mad with the leisurely touches.

A flush colored Abe’s cheeks as he met Valentino’s gaze. His eyes, the color of summer skies, widened as Valentino dipped his head, feathering his mouth over his mate’s hard cock. He drew in Abe’s scent, enjoying the surprise on the man’s face before he snaked his tongue out and ran the tip over the flared head, lapping at the pre-cum, and pulling in the moisture.

“Oh god,” Abe groaned as his head tilted back. His was panting so rapidly that Valentino thought the man was going to pass out. He wanted to show him what real pleasure was and what real intimacy was.

Abe whipped his head against the cushions, his hips lifting toward Valentino. Valentino let out a gut-deep groan as he took Abe into his mouth. The pleasure inside him was burning brighter, hotter, and deeper than anything he’d ever known. Abe was anything but experienced and Valentino knew this.

But the way the man was tormenting Valentino with his moans and the way he writhed under Valentino could have been mistaken for pure seduction. He knew Abe wasn’t trying to seduce him, but damn, the smaller man was driving him mad.

God, he was hard.

So hard he felt as though his cock was seconds away from becoming pure steel. His cat gave a long and lengthy purr as Valentino sucked at Abe’s cock, at the same time unsnapping his jeans and shoving them down his thighs.

He wanted inside Abe badly, but he had to keep his control. Valentino was not going to give a quick fuck his first time or for the claiming. Abe bucked, his back arching as his head pushed into the cushion. Damn, he was so fucking beautiful when he was aroused. And the noises, god, the noises excited his blood. They told him that Abe was becoming unhinged in his arms and that Valentino was setting his mate on fire.

Feeling under the couch, Valentino snagged the lube he had placed there earlier, hoping like hell that he was going to get lucky tonight. He’d never been edgy when it came to sex. He’d had plenty of it—never boasting that he was an expert—but his heart never pounded as hard as it was now and his hands never shook. But they were as Valentino wet his fingers.

Reaching between his mate’s parted legs, Valentino used two well-lubed fingers to gently massage the tight ring of muscles he was going to soon take. Slipping one finger inside his mate, Valentino heard a gasp. His fingers tightened into Valentino’s hair as he worked the flesh, stretching the muscle as he slid the finger in and out of Abe’s ass.

Valentino watched the volley of emotions that flickered across Abe’s face, the way his body tensed and then relaxed as he listened to the sounds falling from the man’s parted lips. Abe’s knees drew toward his chest, his legs falling to the sides as Valentino inserted a second finger.

Valentino
started to move in a steady rhythm, making sure to nail Abe’s gland as often as he could. He dipped his head, using his tongue for added pleasure. He probed his tongue inside, in several firm thrusts, adding a finger, leaving Abe shaking.

When he glanced up, Valentino saw Abe’s grimace of pleasure, the raw lust that transformed his handsome face. He hadn’t thought the man could get any better looking, but staring up at the man, he knew he had been wrong.

Unable to stand it any longer, Valentino moved until he was settled between Abe’s legs. The head of his cock touched Abe’s sensitive hole, but Valentino didn’t push forward. Not yet. But he watched his mate in fascination as a shudder ran over him, making his body tremble slightly. Valentino could see that Abe’s eyes hadn’t returned to normal. If anything, they had turned darker from his orgasm.

Valentino drew in a shuddering breath, telling himself over and over again to gain control of his body. He was so damn close already.

Abe’s eyes sparkled like crystal gems behind the glaze, telling Valentino what his mate truly wanted. Valentino leaned forward, placing his hands on either side of Abe’s head, his cock brushing along Abe’s crease as he ran his tongue over his mate’s parted lips. Valentino reached out and touched Abe’s moist lips, the pads of his fingers running along the smooth and soft skin.

Abe nipped at his fingers.

Valentino’s cock pressed against his mate’s entrance. Abe’s eyes rolled upward, his hips pressing down onto Valentino’s cock.

Valentino didn’t move, allowing Abe to take control. Hell if the man didn’t feel good wrapped around his dick. All he could do was shudder and close his eyes when he felt his cock enter the tight, wet heat. It was Valentino who cried out, his arms shaking as he placed his hands on Abe’s bent knees. He was overwhelmed at the feeling of being inside his mate and the look of pure ecstasy on Abe’s face.

“I never thought it would feel as good,” Abe said as he hitched his hips higher.

Valentino was fighting not to plunge deep inside Abe. He could feel his cat rising, trying to take over, but Valentino refused to allow this to happen. And then he almost lost his mind when Abe clenched his inner muscles, encasing Valentino’s cock in a tight vise-like grip.

When he felt his cock bottom out, Valentino was damn sure he was going to lose his mind. There was no other way to describe the growing madness inside of him. Valentino began to move inside Abe once his cock was completely buried, slowly at first, pulling almost completely out and then pushing back in.

“Oh. God. Valentino.”

Valentino quickened his movements and soon he was fucking Abe with passion, ramming his cock hard and deep into his lover’s ass. It was the most amazing feeling in the world. Valentino could die this second and know that he had visited heaven already.

Abe began to slide back up Valentino’s cock, the grip like an iron fist as Valentino’s body trembled. He growled gently, looking down to where their bodies joined together, watching his cock reappear from Abe’s giving flesh.

Abe’s eyes gleamed as his head rolled from side to side, his back arching as he let out a throaty groan. The muscles in Valentino’s thighs grew tight as he watched the beautiful sight beneath him. His fingers traced over Abe’s face, touching his mate as he rocked his cock in and out of Abe’s body.

He sank his canines deep into Abe’s shoulder, his hips curling as his cock plunged in and out of the man’s ass. Valentino felt a primal growl building in his throat as he claimed his mate. It was a powerful feeling and one he had never felt before.

It shocked him.

Abe arched his back, letting out a guttural sound as his seed splashed between them. As he pulled his canines free, Valentino gasped. Tiny, colorful ribbons began to form, one pulling from Valentino, the other from Abe. They swirled around and then two small transparent forms in the exact same image of him and Abe danced around one another, melded together, and then split apart, Abe’s image entering Valentino as Valentino’s image entered Abe.

Never in his life had he ever seen anything like that before. Abe grabbed Valentino, pulling him down for a kiss as he slammed his ass onto Valentino’s cock.

Valentino grunted as he moved faster, deeper, and harder in his mate’s body, prolonging Abe’s pleasure as he fought to find his own climax. Abe was writhing under him, clutching at Valentino, pulling at his body. Valentino pounded into soft flesh, growling into Abe’s shoulder as his seed filled his mate’s ass.

“What was that?” Valentino asked as he nuzzled Abe’s neck, still slowly rocking his hips.

“Our souls are now joined,” Abe answered as he cuddled in close to Valentino. “That’s how feys mate.”

Wow.
Valentino had been blown away. He was half-tempted to reach out and grab at one of the small figures, but something told him not to interfere. He now had a part of Abe inside of him and Valentino’s cougar purred at the thought.

Easing himself out of Abe’s body, Valentino sat up. “Thirsty?”

Abe nodded.

Valentino walked into the kitchen and grabbed two glasses. He then went to the fridge, snagging the carton of juice. He stilled when he heard something coming from the living room. But as he stood there, Valentino started to think he was hearing things.

He shrugged and then poured the juice in both glasses. He set the carton on the counter and walked back into the living room. Valentino stilled when he spotted the stranger from the diner in his house, holding Abe at gunpoint.

Abe wasn’t sure what bothered him more—having a gun at his head or standing there naked with a stranger holding him hostage. He could scent that the man holding him was human. How he had quickly gained entrance into the house and grabbed Abe from the couch without a sound amazed him.

“Let him go” Valentino snarled his words. Abe watched as his mate set two glasses of juice aside. If he could just get to his underwear, Abe might be able to handle this situation a little better.

“Sorry, I have a job to do,” the stranger said. “I’ll be taking him with me.”

Abe cringed when the stranger lifted his blond hair. He knew the man was looking at his ears. “Just as I thought,” the stranger said with a satisfied tone. “You’re an elf.”

In that moment Abe knew he was dealing with a Hunter. No one else would go through this trouble. He just wondered how he was singled out. Abe hadn’t done anything that he could—the closet!

No sooner had he thought about the closet than the man holding him said, “Thanks for leaving your wallet behind.”

Abe glanced down at his jeans that lay on the floor and it suddenly dawned on him that he hadn’t had his wallet in a few days. He never really used it so not having it hadn’t registered. Damn it. “Would you mind if I put some clothes on?”

The guy tugged at Abe’s hair, his fingernails digging into Abe’s scalp. “You’ll get no decency from me. You aren’t human therefore you have no rights.”

“He’s not the one acting inhuman.” Valentino moved closer, coming up short and putting his hands into the air when the stranger pressed the gun harder into Abe’s temple.

“No one said I needed to bring him in alive.”

Abe had to think of a way out of this. There was no way in hell he was being kidnapped—naked. He wasn’t sure what the hell was going on lately. It seemed like the cosmos was against him. The only good thing that had happened in the past week was that Abe found his mate.

Other than that, Abe had a busted hand, a runaway fey that had come to him for help, and now this. He was truly beginning to think—“Ouch!” Abe said loudly when the stranger yanked at his hair.

“Let’s get moving, Abraham Brego.” The guy began to walk slowly toward the door, keeping Abe between him and Valentino. Abe knew that if the stranger got him out of the house, he was as good as dead. He would rather die right here, staring at his mate, than in some strange place.

Abe knew what he had to do. He was just scared as hell to do it. If his idea didn’t go according to plan, Abe was dead. Before he could change his mind, Abe made his body go limp. He could tell that he caught the stranger off guard because the man’s grip slipped from his hair.

He hit the floor at the same time Valentino shifted. Abe scurried away to get out of the way as his mate attacked. Abe slammed his back into the wall when he heard a gunshot, fearing the worst.

The stranger fled, which left Abe assuming that it was Valentino who had been shot. Abe cried out as he hurried over to the cougar. He didn’t see blood anywhere, but that didn’t mean anything. “Are you hurt?”

His hands fluttered over Valentino’s fur, looking for any wetness that would indicate his mate had been shot. He didn’t find anything. Overwhelming relief filled Abe he saw the hole in the floor.

The stranger had shot the floor instead of Valentino. His mate shifted, pushing to his feet as he glared at the front door. “That’s the same damn man that I saw in the diner staring at you. I knew something wasn’t right about him.”

Abe finally had a chance to get dressed. Knowing that his mate wasn’t hurt, Abe grabbed his clothes and quickly put them on. “He was a Hunter!”

His hands were shaking and his nerves were shot. Abe never had a gun aimed at him before. It had been the most frightening thing in his life. His insides were all twisted up and Abe felt like he couldn’t breathe.

Valentino moved over to him. His mate sat Abe on the couch and then made Abe bend at the waist, tucking his head between his knees. “Breathe.”

“I am breathing!”

“No, you’re hyperventilating, babe.” Valentino’s voice was strong, firm. But he didn’t miss the fact that his mate’s hands were shaking just as badly as Abe’s were.