Gilbert (8 page)

Jihu didn’t care what they had to have, he just had to feel Gilbert fucking him soon or he’d go crazy. “Fuck me already,” he snapped, finding a surprising strength and a bit of temper. “I can’t wait any more!”

Gilbert slapped his ass and Jihu shuddered, his cock pulsing, dangerously close to shooting his load. “Oh, you liked that?”

“Yes,” Jihu admitted, raw with his arousal and unable and unwilling to lie. “But I’m gonna come if you do it again.”

“Can’t have that,” Gilbert rumbled, then he removed his fingers from Jihu’s hole and lined up his cock instead. “Push out, okay?”

“’Kay,” Jihu got out just as Gilbert began to press into his hole. “Fuck!” The burn was more intense than when Gilbert had used his fingers. It hurt, actually, and Jihu tensed all over.

“Try to relax, baby,” Gilbert soothed, stroking his back and hip. “I know it hurts. There’s no way around that with a dick this size, but it’ll get so, so much better, I promise you.”

Jihu nodded, rubbing a tear that slipped out onto the blanket. It was the strangest thing. The pain was awful, but in a weird way, he liked it.
An erotic pain
. He’d had no idea, but Jihu remembered Gilbert’s advice and pushed out. The pain didn’t ease exactly, but his pleasure increased as Gilbert’s cock sank deeper.

“Oh God, please, please, more,” Jihu begged, unashamed to do so. This was, after all, his mate, and there shouldn’t be shame or fear between them. Jihu knew that, he just needed to trust it.

“Anything you want,” Gilbert said. He clamped a hand to Jihu’s hip and the other beneath him, over his chest to grip his shoulder from the underside. “You’re so fucking tight, Jihu. Can barely move forward. So hot, so soft and—fuck!” Gilbert jerked, sinking in several inches as Jihu made his muscles unclench. “Fucking hell, Jihu, I’m gonna be the one begging to come. Don’t think I’ll last long at all in you.”

Jihu was probably glowing with pride at that. It made him want to drive more praises out of Gilbert. He pushed back what little he could and arched, hungry for the feel of Gilbert’s entire length inside him.

“Oh yeah, take me,” Gilbert panted, his hands clenching and marking Jihu’s skin. “Gonna…thrust,” Gilbert warned, right before he did so, spearing Jihu fully. Jihu bit into the blanket to keep from yelping. There was that whole pleasure-pain thing again, except this time it was much, much more intense.

“Ah!” Gilbert yelled then muttered, “Shit, have to be quieter.” He leaned over Jihu, rasping, chest heaving, as Jihu struggled to breathe. “Sorry, I’m squashing you.” Gilbert lifted up some and Jihu sucked in a sharp breath around the mouthful of blanket before he realised that didn’t work so well. He raised his head and gasped, filling his lungs with air.

“Ah hell, right there,” Gilbert whispered just before he licked the join of neck and shoulder on Jihu’s left side. “Oh yeah, gonna mark you there…”

“Do it,” Jihu challenged, clenching his ass. “Do it!”

“Fuck! You…” Gilbert panted for a few seconds. “You’re gonna kill me, doing that. Squeeze my dick off. Do it again.”

Jihu huffed and clenched and Gilbert cursed and jerked his hips against Jihu’s butt. “Fuck yeah, baby. Better hold on.”

Jihu wasn’t sure what he meant by that but he grabbed fistfuls of the blanket and was damned glad he did when Gilbert began fucking him, pulling back and slamming in. There was no slow and easy build up, both of them were too close, too riddled with need, to take anything slow now. Gilbert pummelled his ass, grunting and cursing as he shoved in, his balls slapping against Jihu’s and adding more of that odd combination he was coming to crave.

“Gonna make you mine,” Gilbert grunted out, “mine. Mine!”

Jihu didn’t have any argument for that. He understood it, because he wanted to do the same to Gilbert. He wanted to bring him this rough pleasure, fill him and erase the only other memory Jihu had of being inside someone else. Because this, this fevered want and raging ecstasy, this was nothing like anything he’d experienced before. Even his earlier jerk-off from Gilbert was nothing compared to this powerful, consuming act between them.

Gilbert canted his hips, raising up, and the next thrust brought his cock into contact with Jihu’s hidden centre. Jihu howled, unable to contain the sound, as pleasure shot through him. He let go of the blanket and grabbed at his cock with both hands, letting Gilbert’s rapid, forceful thrusts drive him against the mattress.

“Do it,” Gilbert ordered. “Jerk off for me, for us.”

Jihu couldn’t, really, with his cock pinned as it was, but the friction was absolutely delicious, especially combined with the way Gilbert’s cock rubbed him inside. “Bite me,” he got out, because he was going to come, and he wanted to feel Gilbert in him every way he could. “Now.”

Gilbert snarled, and he fucked Jihu almost frantically, driving into him over and over. But he also licked that spot and Jihu shivered and keened, so close he hurt. Then he did hurt in a way that was better than he could ever describe as Gilbert bit, his sharp canines slicing through Jihu’s flesh and laying claim to him.

“Yes!” Jihu moaned, a wordless, breathy sound as pleasure spread through him, setting his nerve endings to singing with it. He shook and whined as he jerked his cock with little movements, all he could manage. His balls throbbed, then spunk poured from his slit. Jihu went taut from his neck to his toes, curling his feet as he went sightless, lust filling his vision with grey then black before he closed his lids.

Gilbert shouted around the mouthful he had, Jihu felt it, heard it, shot more spunk when it happened. Gilbert pulled back and rammed in, his hips no doubt bruising Jihu’s butt. He went still, curled around Jihu, owning him, claiming him, filling him with his seed.

Jihu was aware of every spurt coating his inner walls. It was incredible, Gilbert giving himself to Jihu as surely as Jihu gave himself to Gilbert. When Jihu blinked away his haze, Gilbert was still around him, on him, teeth sunk into him, cock in deep.

Jihu turned his head and saw Gilbert giving him a worried look. Jihu pasted on what he hoped was a smile—he wasn’t sure because all of him felt like jelly, really. “When can we do it again?”

Gilbert’s lids fluttered and he eased his teeth from Jihu’s flesh, but left his cock in Jihu’s body, thrusting slightly. He lapped at the bite and Jihu closed his eyes, enjoying being taken care of. Gilbert began to kiss his neck, his cheek, then back down to his shoulder.

“How about now?” Gilbert asked when he came back to kiss Jihu’s lips. His cock was firm and large in Jihu’s ass. “’Cept I owe you a blowjob. Told you I wanted to taste you.”

“Later,” Jihu mumbled, already growing warm with arousal again. “After you take me again.”

“Whatever you want, mate,” Gilbert replied, adding a purr to the words. “Whatever you want.”

Chapter Six

What they wanted and what they got was two different things, because Daniel woke up before Gilbert and Jihu could finish round two, and the wailing of a baby proved to be a total mood killer. At almost the same time, Gilbert’s cell began ringing.

“We’re not meant to finish,” Jihu muttered. “Damn it.”

Gilbert agreed. “Save it for later tonight. I have plans for your dick and my mouth.”

“Oh God.” Jihu squeezed his cock. “I’m going to be hard for hours.”

“Babies sleep a hell of a lot the first couple months,” Gilbert assured him. “I have to grab my phone, if you’ll grab Daniel?”

“Duh,” Jihu said, sounding, for once, like someone as young as he must have been.

“How old are you?” Gilbert asked as he stood and reached for his phone. He’d left it on the nightstand. Jihu was an adult, Gilbert didn’t doubt that, but he would have put him at just-barely. He wasn’t too far off.

“Twenty,” Jihu answered. “I turned twenty right before I was brought to Colorado.”

Gilbert saw Bae’s caller ID and nodded. “Your brother.”

Jihu paled as he pulled on a pair of boxers. “Okay.” He darted for the wailing Daniel.

Gilbert could understand Jihu being nervous. It didn’t seem to him that his mate had experienced much kindness in his life. He’d just have to make up for that, him, and all of his family. Jihu was going to be loved by more people than he could ever imagine.

“Hello,” Gilbert said, answering his phone. “Yeah, Bae, ah, is Isaiah with you? I think he needs to be, and if you could put me on speaker, please…”

* * * *

Gilbert found Jihu standing at the back door, Daniel asleep on his shoulder, and Abbie and Zeus running in circles, chasing each other outside.

“They got into the trash. The garage is a disaster. I think they might have actually chewed on the car.” Jihu turned and gave him a nervous look. “I don’t know if my senses are coming back or if I’m just attuned to you in some way. It’s weird, but I knew you were on your way in here.” Jihu took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, closing his eyes until he finished. He turned those dark eyes on Gilbert. “What did he say?”

Gilbert walked to Jihu and kissed the top of his head as he put an arm around his waist. “He’s very upset. He actually tried to call his father, his mother, his siblings—the ones he knew of before he learned of you of course—and he can’t get hold of anyone. He’s freaking out and he and Isaiah will be here in about three hours. There were some things he absolutely couldn’t leave, some animals that would die without immediate treatment that came in while we were on the phone. Once those are cared for, he and Isaiah are coming home.” Gilbert cupped Jihu’s jaw, careful of the bruise marring his soft skin.

He waited for Jihu to return his gaze, aware that he was taking a moment to try to settle his nerves. Once Jihu looked at him, Gilbert went on. “Bae is very excited about meeting you and Daniel. That was the one bit of good news that made him happy, even though he’s very concerned about the rest of his family.”

“The rest of his family,” Jihu repeated quietly. “I’m not—”

“You are,” Gilbert interrupted, holding Jihu’s chin rather than his jaw when he would have turned away. “Don’t. Look at me, sweetheart.” If someone had told him he’d be using endearments like that a few days ago, he’d have scoffed, but the term fit and flowed easily from his tongue.

Jihu looked up at him through thick, black lashes. “What?”

How could one word be filled with so much vulnerability? Gilbert just wanted to hold Jihu forever, and Daniel, too. “Bae will think of you as his brother, there’s no doubt of that. He will be Daniel’s uncle, as will my brother Isaiah, and my other brothers. My sister will be his aunt, and my family, all dozens of them, will be yours and Daniel’s as well. And we’re a good family, Jihu,” he said earnestly. “Loyal, loving, annoying like families can be, but good. You’ll see.”

Jihu tugged his chin aside and Gilbert let him go. He imagined it was going to be a shock when Jihu met everyone at the annual family reunion. At least he had a few months to get him used to the idea, and to introduce Jihu to his immediate family. And his Grandma Marybeth, because she would skin Gilbert alive if he waited until the reunion.

“You feel up to us running to the store?” Gilbert checked the time and grunted. “There’s a twenty-four-hour place that will have everything we need for Daniel.”

“Sure,” Jihu answered, then frowned as he looked at the clock. “It’s after eleven? Should we be taking Daniel out?”

Gilbert wanted to laugh because Jihu looked so damned cute, his concern causing a slight wrinkle in his brow. “It’s fine. He’s going to be sleeping, and he has to have more formula and water and stuff. A bassinet, or a play pen to sleep in here. I don’t think we should get a crib until we get settled in somewhere we intend to make our home.”

Jihu cocked his head to the side. “You don’t have a place?”

Gilbert nodded. “I do, but it’s too small. Just an efficiency, and we’ll need something bigger. I can work from anywhere, so we’ll discuss our options after we get this problem with your lepe, and Bae’s lepe, settled.”

“What do you do?” Jihu asked. He walked over to the car seat he must have brought in from the spare bedroom and began buckling Daniel up.

“I’m a computer system administrator,” Gilbert told him. “I maintain systems for a few places, do troubleshooting, too. They’re local, but I pick jobs I don’t have to physically go to once I’ve set everything up. I’m…I don’t know. Uncomfortable around people, sometimes.”

Jihu gaped at him then snorted. “Right. You seem like you’re not afraid of anything to me.”

Gilbert was a little offended at Jihu’s dismissal, but he could understand how Jihu would have trouble seeing what he meant. “I’m not afraid of people, I’m just uncomfortable around them, especially humans. I worry I’ll do something to give us shifters away. Besides that, I’m really just a big nerd, and don’t know what to talk about. It’s different with you, or with family, because I know them, and I’m learning you. You’re my mate. I know you won’t mock me with the intention of hurting me. I just, I feel awkward around people I don’t know.” He shrugged. Explaining his shyness was difficult.

But Jihu sighed and came to him, laying a hand on his forearm and turning those pretty eyes to him. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scoff at your feelings. It’s just that to me, you’re this big, strong, amazing man. That’s not going to change, ever, but I understand being shy. I do.” He stood on his toes and kissed Gilbert’s cheek. “I won’t be an ass again.”

Gilbert started to tell Jihu he hadn’t been an ass in the first place, but the narrowing of Jihu’s eyes was all the warning he needed not to argue. “Thank you,” he said instead. Then he was smiling so big his cheeks felt stretched to the limit. “Ready to take Daniel shopping?”

Jihu smiled back at him. “Can I get dressed first?”

Gilbert smothered a laugh with his hand before he accidentally woke Daniel. He had forgotten Jihu was only wearing boxers. “Yeah, I guess you better.”

Chapter Seven

Shopping for a baby was exhausting, and Jihu was pretty much worn out to begin with. He’d had a mostly sheltered life, but he’d seen things on TV and every now and then there’d been a trip to town to acclimate the kids like him to the world outside of theirs.