Paws for Change (12 page)

Dillan reached around him and gripped each bud, one in each hand. He tugged them lightly. When Derek groaned, Dillan chuckled roughly.

“There you go, Derek,” Dillan purred. “Now you’re succeeding.”

Dillan began to move, rocking slowly. He thrust in and out, sinking deeper with each penetration.

Derek felt his ass stretching to accommodate Dillan’s intrusion. The odd pain eased to be replaced by a warm burn. Sparks once again tingled through his channel as Dillan’s dick slid over his prostate. When Dillan stopped moving, Derek realized the man’s balls were flush to his crack and his dick was completely buried inside him.

“Gods, you feel good, Derek,” Dillan growled. “Only I will ever feel your amazing ass.”

“Yes,” Derek agreed. “Only you.”

“Yesss,” Dillan hissed as he slowly withdrew his dick.

Derek shivered at the strange sensation of his lover’s cock head rubbing along the muscles of his chute. He felt Dillan’s crown tug at his guardian ring, but before popping all the way out, his lover reversed direction. Derek groaned when Dillan changed the angle of his thrust and drove back into him, nailing his prostate.

“Mine,” Dillan snarled as he began a swift rutting pace.

Shuddering as heady tingles erupted through his system, Derek twisted his fingers into the comforter. He rocked into each of his lover’s thrusts. Feeling Dillan’s balls slap against his ass cheeks combined with the burning stretch and blissful sparks caused by his lover’s prick in his chute. He felt his balls pull tight as his cock slapped against his belly in time with the pounding.

“Oh, God,” Derek whimpered. “So close.”

“Do it,” Dillan demanded. “Come for me. Show me how much you like me claiming you.”

Dillan wrapped his arms around Derek, holding him close as he picked up his pace. He pounded relentlessly into Derek, sawing in and out of his channel. After three more strokes, Dillan sank into Derek and stayed there. He rotated his hips, stimulating Derek’s ring.

Derek shouted. His body bucked as he lost control. His balls pulled tight and his orgasm slammed through him, coating the side of the comforter with his seed. Derek floated on endorphins as he reveled in the sensations his lover gave him.

Dillan moaned into his ear. “Oh, fuck,” he ground out. “You hold my cock so good.”

Smiling to himself, Derek clenched his channel, trying to make himself even tighter for his lover. He realized he must have done something right, for Dillan growled gutturally. Then, hot seed warmed his channel.

“Oh.” Derek shuddered at the odd sensation. He smiled and hummed, deciding he liked knowing he’d pleased his lover so much that he lost control. “Dillan,” he whispered. “That was amazing.”

Dillan nuzzled his neck and hummed. “
You
are amazing,” he countered. “But we’re not done.”

Confused, Derek turned his head and peered over his shoulder at his lover. “Huh?” He couldn’t pull enough thoughts into his head for a more eloquent question.

“I am going to give you one more orgasm,” Dillan whispered hotly into his ear.

Derek chuckled. “I don’t think that’s possible,” he mumbled honestly. “I just came twice. A third orgasm like that this evening would probably kill me.”

“Let’s hope not,” Dillan stated.

“How—”

Before Derek could finish his question, Dillan opened his mouth and wrapped his jaw around the fleshy part of Derek’s shoulder. He bit,
hard.
Pain seared through Derek’s shoulder and he yelped and jerked.

Then, the most intense pleasure surged through Derek. He cried out his lover’s name as, to his shock, his dick thickened and his balls pulled tight. Just as Dillan had claimed, Derek came again. Dark spots flashed across his vision and Derek panted hard, trying to catch his breath.

“Holy shit,” Derek whispered. “Holy. Oh, God.”

Dillan chuckled roughly. “Gods, that was fucking hot.”

“What the hell did you do?”

“I bit you,” Dillan stated smugly. “I claimed you. My bite will get you off every single time.”

Derek smirked and peered back at Dillan. “Well, feel free to bit me anytime.”

Derek groaned softly.

Dillan smiled, tightening his hold on Derek. He’d been watching his handsome mate sleep for almost twenty minutes. Last night as he’d drifted off to sleep, Dillan discovered he hadn’t realized what he’d been missing. He’d found and claimed his mate. Dillan couldn’t be happier.

Focusing on Derek, Dillan nuzzled his mate’s neck. “Sore, handsome?”

When Derek rolled toward him, Dillan eased his hold, shifting up onto his elbow. He smiled down at his handsome human, watching as Derek stared at the ceiling. His face appeared flushed and he didn’t meet Dillan’s gaze.

“Yeah,” Derek replied softly, his voice scratchy from sleep. He grimaced and finally looked at Dillan. “Definitely sore.”

Dillan nodded. He didn’t want his mate more embarrassed that he already was, but he wanted to take care of him, too. He leaned down and pressed a quick butterfly kiss to Derek’s lips.

“Stay still, my mate,” Dillan urged. “I have something that will help.”

Slipping from the bed, Dillan padded quickly to the bathroom. He opened the medicine cabinet and scanned through the contents, knowing he’d put it in there the day before. Spotting it, Dillan pulled down the tube of cream.

Dillan returned to the bed. Kneeling on it, he grabbed the comforter and sheet, flipping it toward the foot of the bed. Derek stiffened...and not in the way Dillan enjoyed.

“What are you doing?” Derek asked, scowling at him. He lifted a hand for a second as of to wave him away or maybe to cover his groin, then allowed his hand to fall back to his stomach. “Dillan?”

Dillan settled his hand on Derek’s thigh. “Easy, my lover,” he soothed. He winked, then added, “There isn’t a part of you I haven’t seen and don’t want to lick.” Dillan pushed gently against Derek’s inner thigh.

After a second, Derek spread his legs. His face turned a pale pink as he muttered, “What are you doing?”

Removing his hand, Dillan unscrewed the cap of the cream and placed it on the nightstand, then he poured a small amount of the yellow ointment onto his fingertip. As he did that, he explained, “I’m taking care of you. I should have done this last night.” Dillan met Derek’s gaze and added, “I’m sorry, Derek. I was a bit rough with you last night, but...Gods, you responded so beautifully.”

Now, Derek’s face turned beet red. “Uh, how about you let me put that on?” he mumbled.

Dillan’s first instinct was to refuse. Remembering that they were still getting used to each other, he nodded. He handed over the tube, then slid off the bed. Picking up the towel, Dillan wiped the cream from his hands.

“I’m going to clean up and piss,” Dillan told him, realizing his mate needed a little privacy. Next time, he vowed to himself. He’d remember to take care of his lover right after fucking him. That way, Derek would be too bliss-out to protest the intimacy. “You can move your bathroom items into the master bath if you want after I’m done,” he offered.

Without waiting for a response, Dillan turned and headed back to the bathroom. After doing exactly as he said, he returned to the bedroom. Dillan noticed Derek still lounging in bed and he’d pulled the sheet up around his waist.

“I’m going to start breakfast,” Dillan told him.

Dillan leaned toward him again, intending to kiss him. When Derek held up his hand, stopping his forward motion, he cocked his head and lifted one brow in silent question.

“Uh, I haven’t brushed,” Derek stated. “We shouldn’t, uh—”

Dillan chuckled. He shook his head as he gripped Derek’s wrist and pushed his hand from between them. Leaning down the rest of the way, Dillan finished his intention and pressed a slow, sipping kiss to Derek’s lips.

Lifting his head so there was a couple of inches between them, Dillan stated, “I will always want your kiss. No matter what.”

Derek nodded once. “Okay.”

Dillan straightened and crossed to the dresser. He pulled on a pair of jeans, leaving the top button undone, then strode from the room. As he started the coffee pot, he listened. Within a few minutes, Dillan’s sensitive hearing picked up Derek’s movement, letting him know his mate was up.

They’d just finished their meal and were sitting together on the sofa with fresh cups of coffee when Dillan heard the sound of an approaching vehicle.

Frowning, Dillan turned to Derek and asked, “Did Edwin or your brother say anything about stopping by this morning?” He’d really hoped to get at least one quiet day with his mate before he had to deal with possible pack business. Dillan knew he’d have to approach Alpha Declan with his request to stay on the outskirts of his pack’s territory indefinitely.

Derek shook his head. “Not to me.”

Dillan growled softly and pushed to his feet. “Then let’s go see who our uninvited guests are.” He smirked and held out his hand. “Then, we can send them on their way.”

Nodding, Derek took his hand, allowing him to pull him to his feet.

Knowing his mate was still getting used to public displays of affection, Dillan released him. Besides, he couldn’t open the door if both hands were full and he planned to take his coffee with him. Dillan crossed to the front door and pulled it open. He stepped on the porch, shivering just a bit as the cool, morning mountain chill hit his bare chest.

Dillan crossed to the wide steps. Standing at the top, he leaned his left shoulder against the wooden pillar and lifted his coffee cup to his lips. As he watched, a navy green SUV with tinted windows appeared from between the trees.

Keeping his expression neutral, Dillan watched as the vehicle parked. He saw three doors open and four people exit the vehicle...the man who vacated the back seat turned and held his hand out to aid a woman dressed in a very pretty yellow sundress. Too bad her glacial blue eyes dimmed her beauty.

“Oh, my God,” Derek whispered.

Dillan didn’t pull his focus away from the three glaring men that accompanied the woman. Two were older, one a little heavy around the middle. A third was perhaps around Derek’s age. None of them were smiling.

Dillan’s cat hissed in his mind and he completely agreed.

Intruders were in his territory.

“Do you know them?” Dillan asked softly.

“That’s my father, Forest Sommers,” Derek muttered. “Shit. And that’s Jennifer, her father, Raymond, and her brother, Wayne. What the hell are they doing here? How did they even find me?”

“That is a very good question,” Dillan agreed. “We should be certain to get that information before they leave.” He finally tore his gaze away from the group and turned to look at his lover, although he did keep the uninvited guests in his peripheral vision. “May I kiss you?” he asked softly. “Nothing big. Just enough to put my claim on you in front of your father and these people.” He forced a smile as he admitted, “My cat really needs it, since this woman is claiming to be your fiancée.”

Derek’s eyes widened just a bit as he glanced toward the group. Then, he focused on Dillan and nodded once. “Uh, yeah. I’ve never really done public displays, but—” he cleared his throat and his cheeks pinked just a bit, reminding Dillan of his mate’s...well, inexperience. “I don’t want to ever deny you.”

“I think I love you already,” Dillan whispered.

Derek’s eyes widened and his jaw sagged open.

Dillan took complete advantage. He rolled his shoulder on the wooden pillar so his back pressed against the wood. Then, he reached out, grabbed Derek’s neck with his free hand, and reeled him in, pulling him against his own body. Dillan thrust his tongue in deep for just a couple of seconds, and he swept his tongue around his mate’s mouth. Just as quickly, Dillan ended the kiss and lifted his head. He smiled at his mate.

“Thank you,” Dillan whispered.

Derek stared back at him, his expression a little amused and very much pleased. “Anytime.”

“You get your filthy hands off my fiancé!” a feminine voice shrieked. “You old bastard! He’s mine,” she continued screaming. “I get his money!”

“That’s enough,” one of the older men roared, yelling over Jennifer’s continued claims and obscenities. “Derek, you will cease that deviant behavior right now.”

Stiffening, Derek licked his lips, then slowly turned and faced the speaker. “Hello, Father. I’d say it’s nice to see you but perhaps next time you should call first.”

“Don’t you give me cheek, Boy, or you’ll be sorry,” the man Dillan realized was Forest Sommers warned, his face turning pink in obvious anger. “Don’t forget what I have in my safe. You wouldn’t want that little secret getting out, would you?”

Derek’s jaw clenched, and he paled, looking for all the world as if he’d been smacked.

Dillan’s possessive need to protect what was his roared to life. Hissing between his teeth, he stepped down the couple of steps needed to reach the ground, placing himself between the four and Derek. “You’ve come to
my
home and insulted
my
partner,” he snapped. “Leave now before I call the police.”

Having gotten into the habit of researching possible places to live long ago, Dillan had checked out the pack and surrounding areas where Edwin had moved. He knew a local detective was a Bengal tiger shifter and had his number programed into his speed dial...just in case. Dillan pulled his phone from his pocket.

“Don’t make me call the cops,” Dillan declared.

Forest barely spared Dillan a glance, which caused Dillan’s cat’s hackles to raise. How he’d love to shift and tear this human’s throat out. Only the fact that this was his mate’s father stayed the instinct.

“Derek, get your car keys and give them to Wayne,” Forest ordered. “He’ll drive your car. You will ride in the SUV with us.” He narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest. “We have a long drive ahead of us and can have a nice long
chat.
”

Wayne stepped forward, his hand extended, an arrogant smirk on his face. Dillan knew the type. This human had had everything handed to him. With the blond hair, lean build and icy blue eyes, it was easy to tell he was Jennifer’s sister.