Hagen, Lynn - Murphy's Madness [Brac Pack 15] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) (8 page)

“Mates, huh?”

Now he mentions it?
Ludo smiled. The guy definitely looked at things in a backwards order. “Yes, mates.” He skimmed his hand down his mate’s side, wanting naked flesh under his hand, not clothes.

“You’re making my brain melt again.” Murphy groaned. His mate kicked his shoes off then pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor. “Crazy talk later, crazy sex now.”

Ludo couldn’t agree more. He pulled from his mate’s grabbing hands and quickly tossed his own clothes aside. “Get your pants off.”

Murphy lifted his bottom and pulled his jeans down, that gorgeous cock standing proud and erect. Now, now he was going to savor the flavor. Ludo grabbed Murphy’s ankles and pulled him to the edge of the bed. “Hold your cock, offer it to me.”

“What, this?” Murphy grabbed the base and shook his dick. “Wanna taste my skinsicle?” His mate laughed.

“How many licks does it take to get to the center of
your
Tootsie Pop?” Ludo growled as he dropped to his knees.

“Oh,
please
, let’s find out. Just don’t pay me any attention if I offer you my bank account next.” Murphy showed his beautiful white teeth as he grinned widely at him. Ludo wanted to take a picture of that heart-stopping smile and have a mural made over his bed. It was so breathtaking. The way his mate’s eyes sparkled in mischievousness was heart-pounding.

Ludo licked Murphy’s fingers first. His tongue lapped between the digits, running from one knuckle to the next. It was erotic as hell to see his mate’s own hand on his cock as Ludo worshipped it.

He pushed Murphy’s legs apart, burying his nose under his mate’s balls and inhaling deeply, the musky scent making his own cock jump. Ludo sucked in one orb, lapping his tongue around, enjoying the feel of it moving around as he tongue bathed it. The view from down here was better than a Picasso.

His mate started pushing down, hissing and groaning. His hands slid down between his legs and offered Ludo his sac. Shit, he was going to come just watching those long and slim fingers massaging his own balls.

Ludo ran his tongue over sac and fingers, bathing them both. Murphy lifted his sac, offering Ludo his hole next. Ludo went nuts when Murphy shifted around, reached under his ass, and separated his cheeks. Ludo’s head swam in lust.

His mate’s entrance was so intoxicating that he’d almost forgotten that he wanted to make his mate come in his mouth. His cock was beating out a plea to be buried inside of that tight hole. Ludo rimmed him, stiffened his tongue, and fucked that sweet temptation.

“Yes, keep doing that, that right there,” Murphy panted. He pulled his cheeks further apart, his fingers digging into his own skin. Ludo laid his hands on his mate’s fingers, shoving his tongue deep.

“Gonna…”

“No, not like that.” Ludo growled and came up, swallowing Murphy’s cock down his throat. He bobbed his head, concaving his cheeks to add a powerful suction. Again, his mate grabbed the base and pumped his cock as he mewled and writhed. Ludo relaxed his throat muscle and took him all the way down, his nose hitting his mate’s hand. He batted the fingers away and finished his downward journey.

“Oh hell, use those jaw muscles, crazy man.” Murphy cried out as he fucked Ludo’s mouth in an erratic rhythm. He pulled at Ludo’s hair as his hot seed splashed down Ludo’s throat. “Good, so fucking good,” Murphy praised.

Ludo licked his mate clean, pleased that he maintained the patience to complete a blow job without dropping the cock and fucking Murphy into oblivion.

“
YA hochu k poshel na hui
.” Ludo grabbed the base of his cock as he let the head kiss Murphy’s tight star, breathing out deeply before pushing it past the ring and entering his mate.

“What was that?” Murphy asked before a whimper escaped and his head began to thrash back and forth.

“I want to fuck you.” Ludo growled.

“Fuck away, just don’t stop. Please do not stop.”

Ludo stilled his hips.
Wait for it…

“Damn you, I’ll give you all my net worth if you shove that cock up into my throat.” Murphy dug his nails into Ludo’s biceps, trying his best to pull Ludo down to him.

Ludo laughed, that’s what he had been waiting for. He loved how Murphy lost all sense of self-preservation when laying under him. Ludo began thrusting his hips again, grabbing Murphy under his knees and pushing his mate’s legs back. His canines extended, an action he couldn’t stop even if he had truly wanted to.

“Fuck me, man. That’s caveman erotic.” Murphy licked his lips, his eyes begging. Ludo leaned forward, shoving his cock all the way into his mate’s asshole until there wasn’t an inch to spare.

Murphy licked over Ludo’s canines, his own extending and his eyes shifting to crimson. Ludo felt a jolt of electricity a second before his cock exploded, the sight more erotic than ever imaginable. He hissed, and grunted, groaned, and then finally shouted as he unloaded into his mate’s ass. His hips locked up as he strained his muscles, the best orgasm of his life yanking his balls through his body.

“Me next, me next,” Murphy passionately begged.

Ludo blinked a few times to clear his head as he grabbed Murphy’s fully erect cock and pumped in frenzy. He slammed forward, shivering at the small aftershocks zinging through his body as his mate bucked then cried out, an eruption of seed warming his fist.

“I want to claim you, Murphy.” Ludo growled, the sensations still ping-ponging through his body. He had been so lost in the sight of his mate that the opportunity had passed to claim him while fucking him. Yes, he wanted to talk to him first, but the primal need to claim what was his, let everyone know this man was off limits, was consuming his rational thoughts.

He pushed his half-hard cock up into his mate, eliciting a whimper from Murphy.

“It’s that mate thing, isn’t it?” Murphy groaned and pushed his ass down onto Ludo’s dick.

“Yes, one mate, one lifetime. Will you accept me?”

“You’ve already stolen my heart, just don’t throw it away and let some homeless person find it.”

Ludo stilled and tilted his head. What the fuck? Ludo shook his head, his cock coming fully to life at his mate’s psychotic answer. “Is that a yes?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Do you accept me as your mate, Murphy?”

“Yes, Ludo, yes,” Murphy cried out.

Ludo struck, his hips snapping into his mate, his canines embedding into soft flesh as he took what was needed for the claiming.

“Oh shit, I feel it.” Murphy gasped as his hips bucked and his ass slammed down on Ludo’s cock.

Ludo could, too. He felt the ribbons of his soul lift away from his body, dance around Murphy’s, entwine together, then settle back down inside of him, their hearts synchronized and Murphy settling within him. Murphy was his, bound to him for the rest of his life.

* * * *

Murphy lay curled up in Ludo’s arms, his back to Ludo’s chest. What in the fuck had he just done?

Mates?

Murphy rolled over and stared at the sleeping man. How could someone so devastatingly handsome want
him
? The thick black eyebrows over Ludo’s eyes arched beautifully. The soft hair around the guy’s mouth was drool-worthy. He had never had sex with a man that had a goatee before. It made Murphy’s skin tingle every time it brushed his skin.

Murphy ran the strands of Ludo’s silken hair between his fingers, watching as they slipped through. For a crazy man, Ludo was heartbreakingly gorgeous.

Murphy studied the sleeping body. God, to have so many muscles, he could slam dunk Maribel without breaking a sweat.

He ran his finger over the large vein that crossed over Ludo’s thick bicep. His skin was almost brown it was so tanned. Murphy leaned forward, kissing the man’s full bottom lip, the lips that brought him so much pleasure.

Ludo moaned and pulled Murphy closer to his body. Was this sexy-ass man really his? Murphy never had anyone to call his own before. Growing up in foster care didn’t allow that attachment, and then adulthood was just as lonely. Fear of anyone finding out his secret kept him from making any friends.

When he moved here, he started to grow fond of Drew and Oliver, even Cecil and the other men that had wandered into his store, but he never reached out to make a connection with them. Who would have known that they were knowledgeable about the bizarre world he lived in?

Murphy slipped from Ludo’s arms, his stomach announcing its starvation. He hadn’t eaten since lunch.

He slid his pants on and stuffed his feet in his sneakers. With a smile, he grabbed Ludo’s shirt instead of his. The smell of the man lingered in the fabric, making Murphy feel closer to him for some strange reason.

He closed the door quietly behind him and explored that large home. It was the middle of the night, so he didn’t see anyone else around. Finally finding the kitchen, he opened the refrigerator to see what he could find. Man, he had never seen a kitchen so well stocked before.

He rummaged around, grabbing things to make a plate with leftover roasted chicken and macaroni salad. The chicken should make a good sandwich. He normally didn’t eat heavy at night, but with little food today, it felt like his stomach was trying to claw its way out and smack him for not taking care of it.

Murphy turned to set the items on the counter and screamed at the top of his lungs.

There, in the kitchen window, was Maribel.

Chapter Five

Ludo shot off his bed and grabbed his jeans, quickly putting them on before running down the winding staircase and into the kitchen. His mate was passed out on the flagstone floor. Warriors swarmed the kitchen as Ludo pulled his mate’s head up, checking for lumps and bumps. He had a nice-sized goose egg on the back of his head. What the hell had happened in here?

“Maribel,” Murphy whimpered as he raised his hand to his head, cradling it.

“Your stalker?” Ludo asked.

“In the backyard, she was staring at me right through that kitchen window.” Ludo pulled his mate close, feeling tremors rack Murphy’s body as his mate pointed to the empty window. Was he telling the truth earlier?

Montana and Dagon shifted to wolf form as they searched the backyard. They came back in a few minutes later in human form, and shook their heads. “No tracks, nothing,” Montana said softly, looking down at Murphy with pity in his eyes.

Ludo looked back down at his mate. Maybe Murphy being crazy wasn’t a joke.

The only thing that puzzled him was the fact that there was no way he could fake such a response, but if his mind was off-balanced, then Murphy would think it was real.

Ludo glanced back down at his mate’s hand. Had Murphy done that to himself?

Ludo hugged his mate to his chest as he began a slow, rocking, back-and-forth rhythm. He felt tears stinging his eyes and a lump form in his throat. If Murphy was mentally ill, then he would make sure he received the best care possible. He would spare no expense in helping his mate get the treatment he needed to get better. Murphy had to get better. He would expect nothing less from whatever facility took his mate’s case.

“What’s going on?” Maverick asked from behind them.

“I’ll talk to you as soon as I put him to bed.” Ludo pulled Murphy from the floor and carried him upstairs, feeling like every step was weighted down. He pushed the door open and crossed the room to his bed. Ludo tucked his mate in, kissing him on his forehead as he brushed his beautiful brown curls from his gorgeous face.

“I’m not crazy. She was out there,” Murphy mumbled as his face pressed into Ludo’s hand.