His Imperfect Mate 26 (12 page)

Sloane turned him back around and then parted his cheeks, lapping at his hole. D pressed his cheek into the wall, trying to steady himself as his legs shook, threatening to give out. Sloane’s tongue swirled around his back entrance as he washed D’s cock and balls with the towel. He’d never in his life had such an erotic shower like this before.

He fought to breathe evenly, but that was a losing battle as Sloane pulled his cheeks further apart and took D to a place he’d never been before, at least not without Sloane. He keened his pleasure as Sloane slipped one wet finger inside of him, making D’s head spin.

“I love how you feel, even around my finger.” Sloane’s words were spoken in an almost awed fashion, sending spikes of electricity shooting through D’s body. His fingers curled into the tile, his breathing broken and erratic as Sloane slowly stretched him.

D tightened when Sloane pushed a third finger into him, shivering at the feel of his mate’s lips against him. Small little gasps fell from his lips as Sloane stood, his fingers still buried deep inside D as he pressed his chest into D’s back. “You’re so tight, Dudley.” Sloane whispered gutturally into his ear, the stubble of his day’s beard growth scraping against D’s sensitive skin. “I love the way your body sucks me in, the way your skin stretches snugly around any part of me that I place inside of you.”

A cry fell broke from somewhere deep inside of D as he pushed against Sloane’s fingers. “Sloane—” A plea stole from him as Sloane worked his fingers magically inside his hole, grazing repeatedly over D’s sweet spot.

“What do you want, hon?”

“Mate me, please.”

Sloane kissed the back of D’s neck gently and then scraped his teeth across his flesh, sending a fresh wave of shivers through his body. “Do you trust that I will never leave you or make you leave my side?”

D nodded his head rapidly as Sloane scissored his fingers, making D cry out. “Yes.”

Sloane removed his fingers and pressed the blunt head of his cock to D’s stretched hole. “Then I will claim you.” He thrust inside of D on the last word, sending shock waves through D’s body. Sloane buried his face in D’s smoky-black hair as he slammed his hands onto the tiled wall next to D’s, his breathing ragged in D’s ear. “You are mine, and I’m never letting you go, Dudley.”

“Don’t ever let me go.” D cried out as Sloane thrust his cock deeper into his ass. His knees buckled, but before he could fall, Sloane’s arm was around his waist, holding him in place. D shouted in protest when Sloane’s thick cock pulled free. His wolf spun D around, kissing him so hard that D tasted blood in his mouth.

Sloane pulled back, kissing the side of D’s neck. “Wrap your legs around me, hon.”

D quickly complied, and then Sloane’s cock was right back where it should be, buried deeply inside of him. D’s back scooted up and down the slick wall of the shower as Sloane thrust inside of him over and over again. He grabbed his mate’s shoulders, hanging on for dear life as Sloane fucked him like a beast.

“Do you accept me as your mate, Dudley?” Sloane asked as he nibbled up the side of D’s neck, licking his way back down.

“God, yes, Sloane. Yes, yes, yes.”

Sloane chuckled deeply before biting into D’s neck. A moment of pain and then pure pleasure tore D away from reality and sent him spiraling into an abyss so erotic that he felt as though he wasn’t going to survive.

D could feel their bond forming, snapping into place as Sloane growled softly as he hammered his cock into D’s ass. D sank his fangs into Sloane’s neck, unable to stop himself. It was instinctual, something D couldn’t have stopped even if he had wanted to.

And he hadn’t wanted to stop.

Sloane roared out his release at the same time D’s orgasm took over, his back arching and his seed erupting from his cock, splashing between them. Sloane licked the wound closed, and then D sealed the twin pinpricks, both panting to bring their breathing back under control.

“Mine,” Sloane said softly as he nuzzled D’s neck. “All mine.”

D wrapped his arms around his mate’s neck, feeling elation overtake him that he had finally been claimed by his wolf. Sloane cut the water off, stepping from the shower and carrying D to bed.

He snuggled into Sloane’s side as he sighed his sated contentment.

He was finally Sloane’s, and no one was going to take his wolf away from him…not even his coldhearted father.

Sloane ran his hands over D’s hair as he pulled him closer, once again nuzzling his neck as D drifted off to sleep.

* * * *

Sloane walked into the kitchen and then stopped. He leaned his shoulder into the doorframe as he watched D clean up the paint mess.

His mate’s backside wiggled around as he picked up the used brushes, making Sloane grit his teeth in need.

He pressed the palm of his hand into his erection, wondering if the effect D had on him would ever diminish. God, he hoped not. The small vampire seemed to set his blood on fire. Sloane stood up straight when the paint can lid rolled away, D chasing after it. The lid stopped at the door, and D ran his head right into the back door. “Are you okay?”

D rubbed his head, glancing at Sloane and blushing profusely.

“Yeah, it’s normal for me to do things like this.”

Sloane chuckled as he pulled D into his arms, kissing where his mate was rubbing. “Better, hon?”

“Much,” D said as he smiled up at Sloane. “You said you wanted to see the real me.”

That he did. He just had no idea how accident-prone his mate truly was. The vampire had already fallen on his ass getting out of the shower, broken Sloane’s clippers, burnt Sloane’s dinner, and that was all in one night. He was going to have to make D wear protective gear if his mate kept this up.

“Yeah, but I didn’t think that included physical harm.”

D gave a slow shrug and then bent down to pick the lid up. Sloane had an urge to reach out and place his hand between D’s head and the door. “I’m used to it. I haven’t ever really harmed myself that badly.”

Was that supposed to make Sloane feel better? He wanted to install foam walls and rubber matting for floors. He checked his mate’s head once again before releasing D.

“I’m fine.” D swatted away his hand. “I’ll let you know when it’s something major.”

Sloane was going to die young of a heart attack if his mate kept harming himself this way. He was afraid to let the vampire out of his sight. How the hell had he managed to live for so long without being in traction half the time?

“Do you want me to make you something else to eat?” D asked as he pressed the lid onto the paint can. “All we have is the microwave right now, but I promise not to burn anything else.”

How D managed to burn his food in a microwave, Sloane would never know. “No, thanks. I was thinking about going down to the diner. Want to join me?”

The sun still set early enough to where Sloane could take D out with some of the businesses still open. Sloane was starving, and he really didn’t want to test his luck with D’s cooking. He knew the man was trying, and he loved him for that, but Sloane was in the mood for something thick and hearty.

“Let me get cleaned up, and we can go.”

“Don’t slip this time.”

D shot him a narrowed glare and then ran up the steps. Sloane chuckled as he pushed all the painting supplies to the side. He didn’t want his mate walking in here and falling over anything.

“Shit,” Sloane shouted and then ran when he saw the rat again.

Goddamn it, when was he going to remember the traps?

“What’s wrong?” D called from upstairs.

Sloane shuddered as he walked out of the kitchen, sticking his tongue out in disgust. “Nothing, just saw our pet again.”

“You really do need to get those traps.”

No shit.
Hopefully the store was still open by the time they made it into town. Maybe he should just pay an exterminator to come out and take care of them. He wasn’t going to admit it to his mate, but those damn vermin scared him as well.

“Ready,” D said as he came downstairs. “I’m paint-free.”

Sloane glanced toward the kitchen as he grabbed D’s hand, pulling him from the house. “Let’s get out of here then.”

D laughed as he trailed behind Sloane. “Afraid of the rat?”

“You are, too, and we have more than one.”

D froze, his pale face paling. “Really?”

“Now who’s freaking out?” Sloane climbed into the truck and turned the key, the motor roaring to life as D slid into the cab. “Don’t worry. I’ll save you.”

“How, when you’re just as scared as I am?”

“Am not,” Sloane grumbled as he pulled from the driveway.

* * * *

Chauncey sat back in the diner, waiting for his mate, Curtis, to finish up at the bookstore. He had some kind of inventory to get done, something about new books coming in. Chauncey just wanted to see his mate and get frisky with his honey bunny.

It had been a whole day since he saw his mate, and Chauncey was horny as hell. Curtis working was killing him. Of course, he had to work the ranch, but that was beside the point.

“Can I get you something?” Seth, the new waiter, asked as he pulled his scratch pad out.

“My mate would be nice,” he said, a little too edgy. Damn, Curtis working overtime was really making his bear grumpy. “Sorry, coffee is fine.”

Seth gave him a knowing grin, and then he left Chauncey to get his coffee. He smiled widely when he saw Curtis walk through the door, a big goofy grin on his mate’s face when he spotted Chauncey.

Yeah, baby, come to papa.

Curtis slid into the same side of the booth as Chauncey, wrapping his arms around his neck and giving him little kisses all over his face.

Chauncey was eating it up like a starving bear. “Have you been waiting long?”

“What do you think, that I can’t handle being without you? I’m cool, been hanging out with the new waiter.”

Curtis rolled his eyes and slapped Chauncey’s chest. “You suck at lying.”

“Maybe so, but I can handle going a day without seeing you.”

Well, he could…if the days were only four hours long.

Curtis grinned as he picked up the menu. “Are we eating here?”

“We might as well. It’s late, and the food is probably devoured at home already.”

Chauncey grinned when he saw Chance walking into the diner.

God, his brother was so good looking. It made a bear proud. His twin’s eyes cut over to him, and then a smile formed on his face.

“Long time no see, bear,” Cody called out from behind the counter.

Chance waved at the proprietor and then stopped at Chauncey’s table. “Eating again?”

Curtis snorted and smacked Chauncey with the menu. “I thought you were going to wait for me to eat dinner?”

“Ah, honey bunny, I was hungry.”

Curtis rolled his eyes and glanced down at the menu. Chauncey narrowed his eyes at Chance. His twin only laughed. “Getting that ass spanked, I see.”

Chauncey cocked his head to the side when Chance froze, the smile sliding from his face.
What the hell?

Seth walked over just then, placing Chauncey’s cup on the table and smiling as he pulled his scratch pad out. “What can I get for you, Curtis?”

Both Curtis and Chauncey were staring at Chance as his brother turned toward the waiter and inhaled sharply. “Mine!”

Chauncey roared with laughter. “Now who’s getting his ass handed to them?”

Chapter Ten

Sloane opened the diner door for his mate, stopping as soon as he stepped into the chaos in front of him. What the hell was wrong with those bears? Chauncey had Chance in a choke hold, and Cody was hiding the new waiter behind him. He didn’t think the food was that bad here.

George sauntered out of the kitchen, a cleaver in his hand. “I like ya, Chance, but Seth said no. So back the hell off or I’m gonna have to make you leave.”

“What’s going on?” D asked as they walked further into the diner.

Yeah, Sloane wanted to know as well. The damn diner was erupting into chaos, and D wasn’t even involved this time. Would wonders never cease? “Do you want to grab something at the market and just go home or try and fight off the vermin?”

D looked a little pale as he shook his head. Okay, paler than usual.

“I’m pretty sure the vermin at home are bigger. Let’s eat here.”

Sloane chuckled and walked further into the diner. He kept D glued to one side of him as he edged around the men arguing. He wasn’t sure who was winning, but his bet was on George. That was a damn big cleaver.

“Uh, when you get a chance,” Sloane said as he slid past Cody and the cowering waiter, “we’d like a menu.”

Cody rolled his eyes. “Does it look like I have time for that shit right now? Get your own damn menu.”

“I’ll get it,” Seth said as he hurried off.

But Seth’s leaving seemed to only enrage Chance even more.

Chance roared and broke free of the hold Chauncey had around his neck. Sloane reared back when Chauncey tried to get by him. He shoved D and Seth behind him as fast as he could.

“Chance, I’m warning you!” Sloane snapped. He didn’t have a flipping clue what was going on here, but he wasn’t about to let anyone hurt his mate. “You need to back the fuck off.”

“Mine!”

Sloane’s eyebrows shot up. He slowly turned and looked behind him. D looked just as shocked as he felt. Seth, on the other hand, was pale ass white. “Oh shit!”

“Dude,” Seth scoffed, “you are nuts.”

“Damn if this doesn’t feel like déjà vu.” George snickered.

Sloane shot a quick glance at Cody to confirm his suspicions. He groaned when Cody shook his head. Fuck, this was just getting better and better. Seth had no idea what they were. Sloane couldn’t help but wonder, considering how many of them ate in the diner on a regular basis, how Cody could keep a human working for him that had no clue about their kind.

“Now, look, Chance,” Sloane began as he turned back to face the bear. He needed to defuse this situation before someone got hurt. “I know how you’re feeling right now but—”

Sloane blinked and wiggled his jaw as he pushed himself up off the floor several feet from where he had been standing not a second ago. Fuck, that hurt. He gently felt around his jawline. While it hurt like hell, nothing seemed to be broken.