Forever Mate: Mikhail & Jace (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) Page 4

  “You have to stop!” Mikhail snapped through gritted teeth. “I can’t—I can’t control myself if you don’t stop. You smell like pure sex right now. I want you too much, and I’m hanging on to my control by a thread.”

  “Fuck!” Jace swore as the heat in his body ramped up another notch. “You can’t say things like that, Mikhail.”

  Mikhail snarled. “Run!”

  Jace blinked. “What?”

  “Run, damn it!” Mikhail snarled through a clenched jaw. “You have five seconds to get somewhere private or I’m going to take you right here on this damn table and I don’t give a fuck who watches us.”

  Jace ran.

  It took him a single moment to decide on the utility closet they shared before. He veered in that direction, the sound of heavy footsteps pounding behind him. Strangely enough, it excited Jace instead of frightening him as he thought it would have.

  He could feel his heart thundering in his chest, but it came from anticipation, not fear. Jace barely made it past the doorframe before strong arms wrapped around him from behind and pushed him into the wall. Heavy breath swept down his neck as Mikhail’s larger body pressed against him.

  “Don’t talk,” Mikhail growled. “Don’t fucking move a muscle.”

  Jace’s hands were placed palm flat against the wall. He heard a rending tear and cold air brushed across his body where his shirt had been only moments before. Another rip and Jace felt the same air brush across his ass, his legs.

  He almost laughed when he realized he stood there in nothing but his shoes and purple socks. He would have, too, if Mikhail hadn’t chosen that moment to run his tongue across the back of Jace’s neck. Jace shivered as he felt a tingle shoot down his entire spine.

  Large callused hands caressed his back, moving slowly around to his chest. Nimble fingers zeroed in on Jace’s nipples, tugging on them, twisting them gently. Jace panted, aroused beyond anything he could ever remember.

  No one ever wanted him like this.

  “Mikhail,” he hissed, unable to stop himself. He was close to begging as it was. He cried out in protest when the hands caressing his chest suddenly dropped away. Then they grabbed his ass cheeks, massaging them gently before pulling them apart.

  “You disobeyed me, Jace,” Mikhail said harshly. “I told you not to talk. I tried to keep myself under control. I swear I did, but you—”

  Jace turned his head to glance back at Mikhail over his shoulder. He could see the tight leash Mikhail had on himself. It showed in the clenched jaw and tightly drawn features of his face. Truthfully, Mikhail looked stunning to Jace. He looked achy, needy.

  He looked hot as fuck!

  “Take me, Mikhail,” he whispered.

  Mikhail’s green eyes flickered to Jace’s briefly. They darkened, turning from emerald green to an almost black color, the whites nearly disappearing. Jace felt Mikhail’s deep breath as if it were his own.

  “Fuck me, Mikhail.”

  Mikhail bared his teeth and growled. Jace hissed as Mikhail lifted him up by his hips and thrust into him. He felt a slight burn until Mikhail pushed in all of the way then only pleasure as Mikhail started moving.

  Jace could feel the breathing on his neck increase with each push and withdraw of Mikhail’s hips. The hands gripping his hips tightened. The ecstasy Mikhail sent burning through his body stole what was left of Jace’s resistance.

  Jace tilted his head to one side. He wasn’t prepared for Mikhail’s reaction to his submissive gesture. The man seemed to suddenly lose all control. Jace heard a low rumble from Mikhail moments before the man’s sharp canines sank into the tender flesh between his neck and shoulder.

  Mikhail’s movements became frantic and uncoordinated. He thrust harder, faster, his cock claiming Jace from the inside while his bite did the same on the outside. One arm wrapped around Jace’s abdomen, lifting him up to meet Mikhail’s rapid thrusts. The other arm reached around Jace, Mikhail’s hand grabbing his cock.

  Jace cried out, the pleasure intense and mind numbing. Even while Mikhail was dominating and forceful, his touch was gentle but firm. And Jace delighted in every little caress, every loud groan from Mikhail.

  “Mine!” Mikhail snarled as he withdrew his teeth and licked at the bite mark he left on Jace’s shoulder.

  Jace shivered. He felt his balls draw up close to his body as Mikhail’s hand stroked him faster, the cock pounding in his ass throbbing. Jace dropped his head back against Mikhail’s shoulder as pleasure radiated throughout his body.

  He ached.

  He burned.

  He…

  “Mikhail,” Jace cried out as ecstasy overwhelmed him. His breath caught in his throat as the world around him exploded. He distantly heard the loud roar of the man behind him, but the pleasure bursting through him overrode Jace’s ability to make sense of it.

  He just knew he had died and gone to heaven and all because of the man shooting loads of hot cream into his ass. The wet hand holding his dick continued to stroke him until the room grew hazy, the pleasure too intense to stay conscious.

  Jace began to fade away. The last thing he heard before darkness overcame him suddenly didn’t frighten him quite so much as it did before. In fact, it comforted him, made him feel safe and protected, wanted.

  “Mine!”

  Chapter Six

  Mikhail felt himself slip from Jace’s body as the man’s head fell against his neck. Mikhail gathered Jace into his arms, marveling that he held his forever mate in his arms after so many years of searching for him.

  Mikhail always knew his forever mate would be a man. He didn’t know how he knew, he just did. He dreamed of Jace, of his soft rounded curves and tight little body. He even dreamed that his mate would have deep piercing baby-blue eyes.

  What he hadn’t expected was a mate so beautiful, or one so stubborn. Mikhail had no doubt that Jace would give him a run for his money. Jace had trouble written all over him. Mikhail couldn’t wait.

  Suddenly realizing that he ripped Jace’s clothes to shreds in his haste to get to the man’s body, Mikhail chuckled and started looking around. He needed something to cover Jace because Mikhail would be damned if anyone would see his mate in this state of undress. Jace belonged to him and only him. No one else had the right to see his mate this way.

  Mikhail gently laid Jace down on the floor, careful that his head didn’t hit the hard concrete floor. He yanked his shirt off over his head then slid it over Jace’s head, pulling the man’s arms through the sleeves.

  He couldn’t help but chuckle as he pulled the cotton shirt down Jace’s body. It fell nearly to his knees, but at least it covered all of the important bits and pieces. Mikhail didn’t want anything hanging out for anyone to see.

  Once he was assured the Jace was adequately covered, Mikhail picked the man back up in his arms and stood to his feet. His heart thundered and he nearly dropped Jace when the man snuggled close. Jace wrapped his arm around Mikhail’s neck and buried his face in Mikhail’s neck, sighing deeply as if content to be right where he was.

  Mikhail took a deep breath and shook his head. “You’re gonna be the death of me, baby.” Mikhail nudged the door open and walked out of the utility closet and right into Zus and a brown-haired man he had wrapped in his arms.

  “Uh, hey, Zus.”

  “Mikhail.” Zus’s eyebrow arched at the nearly naked bundle Mikhail held in his arms. “Friend of yours?”

  “And then some.” Mikhail grinned. He nodded toward the man in Zus’s arms. “And him?”

  “The same.”

  “Does he know?”

  Zus shook his head. “He will be told when I feel the time is right. Not before then.”

  Mikhail cocked an eyebrow at his brother. “Do you think that is wise?”

  “He is mine,” Zus growled. “I decide what is right for him.”

  Mikhail chuckled. “Just asking, Zus, just asking.”

  His brother was a stubborn, possessive ass.

  “Are you taki
ng him home?” Zus asked as he nodded toward Jace.

  “Yes.” Mikhail nodded. “He belongs with me. I just need to convince him of that. Jace is a spitfire.” Mikhail glanced down sharply when he heard the little man next to Zus snicker. “You have something to say?”

  The man quickly pressed his lips together and glanced down at the floor, shaking his head. Zus growled. Mikhail was pretty sure that if Zus pulled him any closer they would be sharing the same space. He hoped the man was up to Zus’s brand of possession.

  Mikhail knew for years of his brother’s sexual preferences. Mikhail had a dominant personality. Zus just about made that seem like he was a submissive on his knees. Zus was into some pretty kinky shit. Mikhail hoped his little mate was ready for it.

  “I’ll see you at home then?”

  “We’ll be there.” Zus nodded. “Rue needs to speak to his friends first then grab his stuff.”

  Mikhail saw Rue’s lips tighten and knew that Zus was in for more than he bargained for. Rue wasn’t going to be the easy submissive Zus expected him to be. That might not be a bad thing for his brother. A little resistance kept everyone on their toes.

  He was quickly learning that.

  “Have you seen Stefan or Yuri?”

  “Not in the last little while, no.” Zus glanced behind him as if he could magically see around the corner into the main room. “I assume they are off doing exactly what we are doing.”

  “If you see them, let them know I took Jace back to the house.”

  Zus nodded and Mikhail walked past him, carrying Jace cuddled against his chest. He could feel the curious eyes of those in the bar on them as he carried Jace out of the bar. He couldn’t have cared less. They might not like the idea of him being with a man, but that was tough. Jace was his forever mate, and they had to respect that.

  Mikhail carried Jace out to his truck and placed him on the bench seat, belting him in. He closed the door and started around to the driver’s side when he heard someone cry out. He froze, cautiously glancing around the parking lot until he spotted his brother Stefan and another man standing by Stefan’s truck.

  Mikhail chuckled and shook his head, turning away to give the two men some privacy. It was clear to see that Stefan and the man in his arms were very busy. Mikhail couldn’t wait to meet the mate his brother claimed, especially considering the man was also Jace’s friend.

  He’d have to get used to the fact that Jace had other people in his life because Mikhail seriously doubted that Jace was giving any of his friends up. Mikhail would just have to ensure that he was number one. Anything less was unacceptable.

  Climbing into the driver’s seat, Mikhail closed the door and started his truck. He pulled out, waiting until he reached the edge of the parking lot to turn on his headlights. The least he could do for his brother was not highlight the fact that he was fucking someone against the side of his truck.

  The drive back to his house was a short one as they lived just a few miles away. Being unmated, Mikhail and his brothers shared the home they grew up in, each having a different bedroom. Mikhail didn’t know if that would change now that they mated. He also wondered how Jace would feel living in a house full of men. It was sure to be a surprise to the man.

  Pulling up in front of the old farmhouse left to him and his brothers by their parents, Mikhail turned off the engine and climbed out. He hurried around to the passenger door and opened it, reaching for his mate.

  The noise from Mikhail kicking the door closed roused Jace. The man mumbled something and tried to burrow into Mikhail’s chest. Mikhail stopped walking when he reached the porch steps to watch Jace’s long eyelashes flutter.

  Damn, the man was gorgeous.

  “Mikhail?” Jace whispered. Mikhail’s heart pounded with delight that his name was the first thing on Jace’s lips when he woke.

  “Hey, baby.”

  Jace glanced around, frowning. “Where are we?”

  “My house,” Mikhail replied, watching Jace’s reaction carefully. He wasn’t going to do anything that might get the little man angry at him again. “Well, my family’s house. I share the place with my three brothers.”

  “Where are—”

  “Your friends should be along shortly,” Mikhail said, anticipating Jace’s question. “I sort of destroyed your clothes back at the bar and thought bringing you home might be the best thing. I didn’t want you out running around naked for everyone to see.”

  “Just you?”

  “Yeah, just me.” Mikhail grinned. Jace rolled his eyes. Mikhail expected nothing less from his little spitfire. “Do I have your permission to take you to my room?” Mikhail asked, but it didn’t really matter. He was taking Jace to his bed whether the man agreed or not.

  “I don’t suppose you have a bed in this place, do you?” Jace’s face flushed as he winked at Mikhail. “The wall in the utility closet was pretty hot, but I wouldn’t mind trying out a soft flat surface.”

  Mikhail swallowed hard.

  Damn!

  He didn’t say a word as he hurried up the stairs and into the house. A quick bound up the stairs and down the hallway and Mikhail was edging the door to his bedroom open.

  “Will that suffice?”

  Jace glanced at size bed that dominated the middle Mikhail’s room. Mikhail chuckled when Jace’s eyes widened. He ordered the bed custom made. It was larger than even a king-sized bed, plenty of room for both of them to roll around on.

  “That just might do it.” Jace squeaked when Mikhail walked over and dropped him on the mattress. Mikhail was on the man before his body even had time to bounce. He grabbed Jace and lifted him up to the top of the bed then pulled the shirt he wore over his head, tossing it away.

  Mikhail knelt down between Jace’s spread legs. He lightly ran his hands over Jace’s thighs, watching with interest as Jace’s cock started to rise right before his eyes.

  “Fuck me, you’re shaved,” Mikhail hissed as he got a good look at Jace’s groin.

  “Is that a problem?”

  Mikhail leaned down and scrapped his tongue from the bottom of Jace’s ball sac, over his cock, to his belly button. Jace cried out and arched up into the air. Mikhail lifted his head and grinned down at Jace’s flushed face.

  “Nope, not a problem at all.”

  Jace panted. He licked his lips. He looked sexy as hell. “Can I see you naked?”

  Mikhail couldn’t move off the bed fast enough. If his mate wanted to see him naked, Mikhail was all for it. He quickly stripped off his shoes then dropped his jeans, kicking them away before standing in front of Jace in all his glory.

  Jace just stared. Mikhail watched the man’s eyes move down his body, each flicker of Jace’s baby-blue eyes making his cock harden even more. By the time Jace’s intense stare reached his groin, Mikhail’s cock was standing up at full mast, thickening and throbbing with need.

  Mikhail’s eyes nearly crossed when Jace crooked his finger and gestured for him to get on the bed. He growled low in his throat as he crawled onto the mattress and upward until he was once again kneeling between the man’s legs.

  “Can I touch you?”

  “Yes, please,” Mikhail hissed. “You can always touch me.”

  Jace sat up and started rubbing his hands over Mikhail’s chest. Mikhail clenched his hands into fists as he strove to keep from reaching for his mate. Grabbing him and fucking him into the mattress sounded like a wonderful plan to Mikhail.

  “You are so hot!”

  Mikhail’s heart pounded faster. “Yeah?”

  “All this skin?” Jace asked as he stroked his hands over Mikhail’s slick chest. “These muscles? I’m not sure I’ve ever seen anything hotter.”

  Mikhail’s head dropped back on his shoulders and he groaned loudly when Jace leaned forward to flick his tongue over one of Mikhail’s nipples. Mikhail tried to be gentle as he gripped Jace’s shoulders, but it was hard for him. Jace’s tongue felt so damn good against his body. The man was unleashing a monster, and he didn�
�t even know it.

  “Careful, baby,” Mikhail warned, “not sure how much more of that I can take without attacking you.”

  Jace suddenly looked up at him, a little grin playing across his lush lips. Mikhail nearly swallowed his tongue when Jace lay back against the bed and stretched his hands up over his head, arching his body. Overwhelming lust shot through Mikhail at the sight of the man displayed before him.

  “Attack away,” Jace said. “I’m all yours.”

  Mikhail wished that was true, but he knew he would have a lot of convincing to do before Jace agreed to be fully his, even if they were already bonded. Still, he wasn’t about to turn the gorgeous man down if he was offering.

  His mama didn’t raise no fool.

  Mikhail smacked Jace’s hip. “Knees up to your chest, baby.”

  Jace grinned and pulled his knees up to his chest, spreading them. Mikhail’s vision blurred for just a moment as the blood rushed from his head and filled his cock until he thought he might explode.

  The way Jace held his legs opened him right up for Mikhail, the man’s pink hole right there in front of him. Mikhail reached down and stroked his finger across the puckered flesh, watching it quiver at his touch.

  He wiped several drops of pre-cum off the head of his cock and rubbed it over Jace’s tight entrance, watching with deep anticipation as the natural lubrication started loosening Jace up almost immediately.

  Times like this made Mikhail very thankful he was a shifter.

  Mikhail scooted closer and grabbed his dick, rubbing the head over Jace’s tight entrance. He could see Jace’s hands clench on his thighs so hard the man’s knuckles went white. When he glanced down, the sight of Jace’s body practically begging for his cock made Mikhail inhale harshly.

  Mikhail leaned forward and sank the head of his cock inside Jace’s body. Once Jace’s inner muscles gripped him, he dropped his hand from his cock and grabbed his mate’s thighs, pushing them closer to Jace’s chest. From this position, he could sink in up to his balls and never lose sight of the intriguing view below him.