“I like that the tree’s lights are white. It seems to make it glow. The color ones are never organized evenly. I like the smell of cinnamon. I love our stockings. I saw them when I came back out here for the phone to call Sebastian. You really scared the hell out of me.” Claybourne looked up at him. This time, the fear he saw there reached all the way to his mate’s soul.
“I’m sorry about blocking the door. It was childish of me,” Felix said, walking over to stand in front of his mate.
Claybourne pulled him close by the hips and buried his face in his stomach. “I thought that you were pregnant, that you had been too afraid to tell me. When you didn’t answer I thought you were losing the baby, possibly dying, and it was all my fault. That I had killed the only person I have ever loved.” Claybourne’s fingers dug into his back.
“You love me?” Felix couldn’t stop the question from flying out.
Claybourne looked up at him, shocked. “What have I done? Oh God, what have I done that you don’t even think I love you anymore?” Claybourne released Felix and buried his face in his hands.
“It wasn’t all you. I was so afraid that I wasn’t good enough for you, that I haven’t been speaking up when something bothered me and it all turned to self-doubt, and then I doubted you.” Felix dropped to his knees and pulled his mate’s hands away from his face, taking them into his own.
Claybourne looked at Felix and pulled both of his hands free to cup his face. The raw emotion he saw in his mate’s eyes made him ashamed for ever doubting that the man before him felt anything but love for him.
“I love you so much that it hurts. I look at you and I physically ache. I never dreamed I could love someone so much. Sometimes, I wake up early so that I can watch you sleep. I’m tormented by the desire to wake you up and make love to you, but find it hard to wake you since you look so peaceful and perfect in your sleep. Every day you make me laugh and smile. I’m scared some days that I will lose you because I have nothing to offer you. How can someone like me bring you the same happiness and joy that you bring to me?” His mate’s words were his undoing.
Sobbing uncontrollably, Felix did the only thing he could think of in that moment. He leaned forward and took possession of his mate’s lips.
Claybourne’s responding passion set his skin on fire. He felt as if his mate wasn’t inside him soon his prick would explode.
Claybourne flipped the solid wood coffee table out of the way with one hand and lay Felix down on the rug gently. His desperation fueled a level of urgency that neither one of themcould deny. Felix felt his dick harden to the point of pain at his mate’s aggression.
His hips were jerked up when Claybourne roughly pulled the towel from his body. Claybourne stared down at his leaking cock and his eyes shifted to his tiger’s sky-blue color.
“Lube?” Claybourne asked, his voice deeper than he had ever heard it.
Felix could see his mate’s cock bulging from behind his slacks.
“Under the sofa.”
Claybourne’s hand disappeared under the sofa for a second and returned with a small tube of lube. He doused two fingers and gently eased them into Felix’s puckered opening. Felix hissed in pleasure.
“God, please fuck me,” Felix begged.
Claybourne shook his head. “I want to make love to you.”
Felix grinned up at his mate. “Let’s compromise, make fuck to me.”
Claybourne laughed, and Felix felt his heart soar.
“Anything you want, my mate.”
Soon Claybourne was plunging three fingers in and out of his opening.
“Please.”
Claybourne leaned forward and made sure Felix was looking up at him before he gently kissed his lips. Seconds later he thrust his hips forward, driving his thick cock deep inside his mate and hitting Felix’s sweet spot. With gentle lips Claybourne teased and made love to Felix’s lips and neck, while his hips and cock dominated him from the waist down.
“You are a damn genius and I love you.” Felix tightened his grip in Claybourne’s hair, pulling the man down for a searing kiss. When Claybourne savagely pounded into him again he pulled back to scream his satisfaction.
“I will always try to give you what you need. Sometimes you just have to tell me what it is,” Claybourne said, his eyes full of love.
Claybourne alternated between driving his cock as deep as he could and pounding into his mate in short bursts. Felix could feel his own dick slap against his stomach, leaving streaks of pre-cum smeared across his body.
“I can do that.” Felix gasped as Claybourne reached between them to fist his cock.
“Close,” Felix whispered, and Claybourne began to thrust over and over again, pushing Felix’s body across the carpet. His mate’s dick was relentless as it stretched his body over and over again with its demanding pace. When his gentle kiss became a claiming bite, Felix cried out his release. Claybourne lifted his head from Felix’s shoulder and roared, filling his mate with his cum.
Refusing to let his lover go Felix wrapped his arms and legs around Claybourne until he was forced to lie on his side so that they could stay connected.
