His to Bear [Bear Essentials] (The Stormy Glenn ManLove Collection) Page 6

Leon reached down under the covers and gave his persistent dick a hardy thump. He winced at the instant ache that crawled down his shaft and settled in his balls. Okay, maybe that hadn't been his brightest idea.

  When George moved, Leon held his breath. He wasn't sure he wanted the man to move or not, but he knew what needed to happen. He wiggled just a bit. "George, dude, you need to let go of me."

  "Don't wanna," George mumbled as he pulled Leon closer, which Leon hadn't thought possible.

  Leon's eyes widened when he heard a soft snuffling noise at the nape of his neck then felt lips press against his skin. "George!"

  "You smell good."

  Leon couldn't help the light flush that filled his skin at George's words. He didn't know why he even cared what the man thought, but he couldn't ignore the warmth those words filled him with.

  "George, you really need to let go of me."

  Leon didn't know how long he lay there before he felt a hand brush against his hip. He sucked in a breath when it moved lower, then around him to grab his cock through his boxers.

  "George?" He'd never admit there was a slight squeak to his voice or that he thrust his hips forward, shoving his cock into George's hand.

  He groaned as pleasure ripped through him when George squeezed him. There was something to be said for being touched by a man of George's size. Leon was no slouch in the cock department, but George's large hand still almost covered his entire length.

  "George, we can't—" The rest of his words were lost in a surprised yelp as he was flipped around until he was chest to chest with the big man. "George, we—"

  George captured his lips in that very moment, stealing Leon's protest from his mouth just as he stole the breath from Leon’s lungs. He groaned into the kiss as George’s scent filled every pore in his body. The kiss was gentle, but consuming. Leon was going up in flames. He knew he could quickly become addicted to kissing the man all day, every day.

  A deep growl rumbled in George’s throat. His movements were wild, unforgiving, and dared Leon to interfere, to stop him.

  ''Let me have you,'' George whispered against Leon’s lips as his tongue traced along Leon’s bottom lip, making his entire body shiver with need.

  ''Yes.'' It was that easy. Screw ethics. He wanted this bear of a man. Leon wiggled under George, wanting to get closer. He was desperate to feel the man’s large, thick cock in his ass.

  "On your hands and knees," George said as he pulled a tube out from under his pillow.

  Leon swallowed around the dry lump in his throat. He shucked his boxers then turned around, giving George a nice view of his ass. George grabbed an ass cheek in each hand, giving the flesh a light squeeze. The sensual hold made Leon’s hole pulse with need.

  Leon cried out when he felt a slick finger rim around his asshole a moment later. A slight pressure applied, and then George’s finger sank in deep. Leon panted heavily, wanting to feel more, but needing a minute to adjust.

  Leon panted as he felt George’s finger push deep, and then pull back. George added a second finger and went in search of his prostate. Leon moaned as the long, thick fingers that seemed to fill him so perfectly brushed across his prostate with every movement of George’s hand.

  A third finger quickly joined the first two, thrusting several times before they were removed. A feeling of emptiness started to overwhelm Leon until he felt the blunt head of George’s cock pushing at his entrance. Leon sighed with pleasure as he felt George's cock pop past the tight muscle and fill him completely.

  George slid his hands down Leon’s sides and then gripped his hips. Shivers broke out all over Leon’s body when one of George’s hands slid up his neck and over his scalp. George grabbed a fistful of Leon’s hair and gave a light tug.

  He could feel George’s balls slapping against his as the man jetted into him. He began begging George to fuck him harder. He was held still by the man's hard body, his plunging hips, and the need to come. Each thrust nailed his gland, and Leon moaned, undulating as they moved together.

  Leon lifted his ass higher as he shouted out his pleasure. George slid in and out of Leon’s ass so fast Leon had a hard time staying on his knees. He was on the verge of coming. He wasn’t about to let this moment end so soon, but if George kept up at his current pace, he was a goner.

  He could feel the white-hot fingers of fire moving down his spine now as George thrust inside the tight depths of his body, making him groan on every stroke.

  George leaned in and licked the side of Leon’s neck, causing him to cry out in pleasure. Leon screamed at the top of his lungs when George's teeth sank into his neck. His mind splintered as his cock exploded, pulling his balls so tight to his body as they emptied that Leon thought they would stay that way permanently.

  George growled around the puncture wound in Leon’s neck as his cock hammered into Leon’s ass. Leon cried out in disapproval when George removed his teeth, and his cock, until Leon saw what the man was doing. George flipped Leon over and then thrust his cock back into his swollen hole.

  ''You feel so good,'' George whispered. Burying his head in Leon’s damp hair, George moved a little faster, his thrusts becoming a little more desperate. Leon felt his heart racing even faster as George kissed a trail across his shoulder.

  George yanked Leon up, wrapped his arms around Leon, and then pistoned into him until the man was roaring his release. Leon could feel George's cock pulse with his release as he lay there desperately trying to catch his breath.

  Holy shit! What just happened?

  George stilled for a moment then his entire body began to shake.

  "George?"

  George's arms tightened around him, the man's face pressing into his neck. "Please don't hate me."

  Leon frowned as he wrapped his arms around George's bulky body and hugged him tight. The man sounded as if he was seconds away from shattering. "I don't hate you, George. I promise."

  They'd had sex. It was not the end of the world.

  "You don't understand."

  "What don't I understand, George?"

  George shook his head, but refused to lift it out of Leon's neck. There might have been some sniffing.

  Leon rubbed his hands up and down George's back until the man stopped shaking. He still wasn't sure what was going on, but he was starting to feel a little insulted. George was freaking out because they'd had sex. Great sex as far as Leon was concerned, but maybe George wasn't feeling the same way.

  "George, I'm sorry if you didn't—"

  "I bit you."

  Leon blinked. He distinctly remembered the pleasure he'd felt from that bite. It had blown his mind. "Yeah."

  "You don't understand," George said again as he pushed himself up.

  Leon was shocked by the tears he could see staining George's cheek. "George, what—"

  "I bit you during sex." George swallowed so hard, Leon couldn't help but wonder if it hurt. His entire throat moved, the corded muscles tensing.

  "You didn't hurt me, George."

  Maybe that was what he was worried about.

  "No, I mated you."

  Chapter Eight

  George pulled away from Leon and started to roll to the side of the bed. He couldn't stand to see the condemnation in Leon's eyes that he knew was coming. You didn't mate someone without their permission. It just wasn't done.

  He started to stand when a hand on his wrist stopped him.

  "Sit back down."

  George sat. He dropped his head down to stare at his hands. He'd take anything Leon had to dish out to him. He deserved every nasty word. He'd violated Leon's trust. He was a monster.

  "Would you stop?" Leon snapped. "I can hear your brain turning from here. Knock it off."

  When the bed moved, George turned and peeked at Leon. The man was scooting up to lean against the headboard. Sadly, he pulled the covers up to his waist, as well.

  Leon must have seen him, because he frowned. "Explain to me what you meant. How did you mate me?"

  "Uh, wel
l, I bit you during sex."

  Leon shook his head. "Shifters bite during sex. That's a gimme. How does that make us mates?"

  George shrugged. "My bear decided you were our mate."

  "And he just gets to decide that?" Leon asked. "We have no say in it?"

  George dipped his head and stared down at his hands again. "You're human. You can refuse the mating."

  "And what about you?"

  George swallowed tightly. "I'm a bear."

  "That much is obvious by the bite mark in my neck."

  Nothing on earth could have prevented George from turning and looking at the red puckered bite mark on Leon's throat. He couldn't help the pride that streaked through him at how deep it was. Every shifter knew, the deeper the bite, the better the mating mark would be when it fully healed. Everyone would know Leon had been claimed.

  Except he hadn't, not really.

  True, he had claimed Leon. For as long as he lived, he would never want another, never even get hard for another. Leon was it, even if Leon didn't want him. The man could leave and never come back, and George would still be mated to him.

  George wasn't positive how it worked for humans, but he was pretty sure they didn't have the same imperative need for their mates as shifters did. He'd heard enough conversations when he was growing up to know it would be horribly painful for him if Leon didn't stick around, but after what he'd done to the man, did he have a right to ask him to stay?

  Leon didn't know him, and he didn't know Leon. The man had no reason to stick around once his assignment was over. George certainly hadn't given him a reason. He'd attacked the man and claimed him without permission.

  "I'm so sorry," he whispered. "I never meant for this to happen."

  "George—"

  George twisted his fingers together until they turned white. "What I did was unconscionable."

  "George—"

  "I'd completely understand if you want to have someone else assigned to me." Leon was totally within his rights to do just that, and George wouldn't blame him a bit. He'd crossed a line he couldn't come back from.

  "George, shut up."

  George pressed his lips together, but he couldn't bring himself to look at Leon, not knowing that he had so totally screwed up, he'd never have his mate more than this one time. He wasn't sure he'd survive the heartache that brought him.

  It was funny really. Today, he was going to claim more money than most people dreamed of, and yet at that moment, he had given up every dream he'd ever had in one disastrous bite. He'd give up the money without a single regret if it meant keeping Leon.

  "Look at me, George."

  He so didn't want to.

  "Now, George."

  George clenched his hands then pressed them flat against his thighs as he turned to look at Leon. He kept his eyes lowered to Leon's collarbone. He just didn't have it in him to look the man straight in the face.

  "I don't know what any of this means, George. But I do know I was given an assignment, and I'm not going to leave until it's over. Do you understand?"

  George nodded even as he closed his eyes to hide the tears that sprang up. If those words didn't answer any questions he might have about Leon accepting their mating, he didn't know what did.

  "We're supposed to go to lottery headquarters in a couple of hours." George turned away before he opened his eyes, not wanting Leon to see the tears gathering in them. "I'm going to make us something to eat. There are clean towels on the shelf in the bathroom if you want to take a shower."

  George stood then walked to his dresser. He could feel Leon watching him as he grabbed clean clothes out of his dresser and pulled them on. He pretended not to notice, but Leon's gaze was like a burning caress across his skin.

  Once he was finished dressing, George walked to the doorway. He paused with the door open and glanced back at Leon, still keeping his eyes lowered. "Is there anything specific you'd like for breakfast?"

  "Just coffee if you have it," Leon replied. "I'm not much of a breakfast eater."

  George gave a curt nod before exiting the bedroom, making sure he pulled the door closed behind him. He heard the shower come on before he even reached the kitchen.

  George quickly made a fresh pot of coffee then walked over to look in the fridge. The second he tried to decide what to eat, his stomach rebelled. He barely made it to the trash can before throwing up. Luckily, he hadn't eaten breakfast yet, so there was very little in his stomach.

  He made his way over to the sink on shaking legs. After washing his mouth out, he wiped his face with a paper towel. He braced his hands on the edge of the counter and just breathed. This was not starting off to be a good day.

  George jumped when the front door flew open. He knew it was Ford, but he was still unsettled.

  "Morning, rich man," Ford called out.

  "I'm in the kitchen." George walked over to the coffee pot, wishing it would percolate just a little faster. He could really use a cup right about now. It was barely eight o'clock in the morning, and his nerves were already fried. That didn't bode well for how the rest of his day was going to go.

  "I'm making a fresh pot of coffee," he told Ford when the man walked into the kitchen. "You want a cup?"

  "Yeah, that sounds good." Ford glanced around. "Where's your boyfriend?"

  "Ma—" George cleared his throat. "He's in the shower."

  Ford was standing next to him in an instant. "George."

  "Ford."

  "What were you going to say?"

  George winced.

  "George."

  "I sort of…um…bit Leon this morning."

  Ford's eyebrows lifted. "You bit him?"

  "During sex."

  Ford's jaw dropped. "Dude, you…" He turned and leaned back against the counter then wiped his hand down his face. "You fucking bit your bodyguard while having sex with him?"

  George grimaced and dropped his gaze down to the counter. "I felt the bond kick in."

  "Oh my god," Ford gasped. "You can't mate a human. It's against clan law."

  "Too late." Way too late.

  "You can't tell anyone about this until we figure out what to do."

  George nodded.

  "What does Leon say about all of this?"

  George swallowed hard when he felt his stomach start to roll again. "He said he didn't understand any of this, but he'd stick around until his assignment was over."

  "Just until his assignment was over?"

  "That's what he said."

  "That bastard!" Ford snapped.

  "No, no!" George grabbed Ford's arm when the man started to spin away. "You can't blame any of this on Leon. I bit him, remember? I didn't ask. I just did it."

  Ford gasped, his eyes growing huge. "You bit him without asking?"

  George shrugged. "It was kind of a heat of the moment thing. We were having sex, and my bear just kind of took over. Next thing I know, I'd bitten him and the mating bond had kicked in."

  "Jesus, George." Ford rubbed both hands over his face this time. "You can't mate someone without their permission. That can get you exiled."

  "From what?" George asked. "I don't belong to a clan, remember?"

  "I don't know, but you just can't do that."

  "Do what?" Leon asked as he walked into the kitchen. "Is this something I need to be aware of?"

  "Yes!" Ford shouted.

  "No!" George shouted at the very same time.

  Leon's eyebrows lifted as he glanced between Ford and George. "Yes or no? Which is it?"

  "No," George said vehemently. "It's nothing to be concerned about." He shot Ford a hard look. "Right, Ford?"

  Ford frowned. "Yeah, right."

  Leon's eyes narrowed, but he didn't say any more about it. Instead, he nodded toward the coffee pot. "Is the coffee done?"

  "Oh, yeah." George turned and grabbed a cup then poured Leon a cup before handing it over. "There's sugar in the container behind you, and milk is in the fridge."

  "I take it plain. I never l
earned to like it doctored up once I got out of the service." Leon chuckled. "Although, I do occassionally have a little coffee with my sugar."

  "You were in the service?" Ford asked.

  Leon nodded. "Army ranger."

  "And now you're a bodyguard for hire?"

  "Bodyguard, investigator, document carrier." Leon shrugged. "Whatever assignment the boss man sends me on."

  George glanced away when Ford looked at him.

  "You get a lot of assignments like this?" Ford asked.

  Leon chuckled. "I've never been on an assignment quite like this."

  "What's so different about this assignment?"

  George was curious about that, as well. He glanced at Leon, wondering what his response would be and if he could handle it. The man in question was staring straight at him, a mysterious smile on his lips, one George couldn't decipher. Leon didn't say anything, just took a sip of his coffee.

  George didn't know what to think.

  "How soon do we need to head down to lottery headquarters?" Leon asked.

  George glanced at his watch. "We're supposed to meet my lawyer there at ten. It's a forty-five-minute drive from here, but we need to stop by the bank on the way, so maybe thirty minutes?"

  Leon gave a small nod. "I have some phone calls to make, and then we can head out."

  George wanted to ask who he was calling, but he knew he didn't have that right. He'd never have that right. He was Leon's mate and just being in the same room with him made George feel comforted in a way he hadn't felt in a very long time, but it was looking like the human didn't feel the same way.

  George kept his lips pressed together until Leon left the room then turned to face the sink again. He didn't want Ford to see the tears gathering in his eyes.

  Some alpha he was.

  "I'm sorry, George," Ford said in a quiet voice.

  "Yeah, me, too."

  There wasn't much else to say. Leon showed zero interest in being his mate. The guy was all about the job of protecting George and nothing else. For the next few days or until George decided what he was going to do, he had to spend pretty much every waking moment with a mate who refused to be a mate.

  His life was grand.

  Not.

  George pushed away from the sink and turned to face his cousin. "I guess we should get ready to go."