STORY EXCERPT

“What are you doing?” Jessie pounded on the man’s wide back, trying not to notice the powerful tight ass flexing just below his head.

“Be quiet, human,” the man responded.

“Not a chance.” Now Jessie was getting pissed. The man just called him human like he was an old piece of chewing gum. “What’s your name, asshole? I want to be able to tell the police who kidnapped me.”

“My name is Simon Craydon. You may call me Simon or Sir,” Simon informed him.

Before Jessie could tell the man what he could do with that idea, Jessie was carried to a black limousine. Standing next to the open back door was a scary, large, black-haired man. Simon lowered Jessie into the car and pushed in next to him. Immediately he grabbed Jessie and enclosing him in his arms. The whole thing happened so fast, almost like warp speed, that Jessie didn’t have time to react.

“Where would you like me to drive you, sir?” the black-haired man asked, leaning slightly into the car.

“Just drive around for a while,” Simon ordered.

The closing of the car door pierced through Jessie’s shock and he began to fight. He punched at Simon’s chest, shoulders, and stomach, trying anything to get the man’s iron grip to loosen. The only thing he managed to do was bruise his hands in the process. Lifting his knee, he tried to aim for Simon’s groin and abdomen. That only resulted in Simon moving in one motion, lying Jessie down onto the large wide leather seat and covering his body completely. To Jessie’s utter frustration his arms were now trapped against his sides.

“What do you want?” he asked, looking up into Simon’s piercing green eyes.

It didn’t take a genius to see that Simon was not happy. If Jessie was free, he would be able to touch the spikes of anger exploding from the man. It was kind of weird, but it was like Jessie had a direct line to Simon’s emotions. Fear gripped him when beneath the anger he felt lust building and something firm pressed against his leg.

“Calm down, your fear stinks,” Simon ordered, wrinkling his nose.

“Look, Simon Craydon. You need to let me go now. A lot of people saw you grab me. You know they’ve probably already called the police,” Jessie pointed out.

“Let them,” Simon answered. “Nothing will come of it. Certain people of authority know who I am.”

“Am I’m supposed to be impressed?” Jessie couldn’t believe how conceded this guy was.

“To be honest, I don’t care if you are impressed or not,” Simon responded.

“You’re a dick,” Jessie said.

“Why is it when humans don’t like something someone else says, they respond by calling names?” Simon asked. His tone was so superior Jessie wanted to puke.

“Because you are a dick. We, humans, call it like we see it,” Jessie answered.

“I’m going to ignore your vulgarity and get this over with,” Simon said.

Simon’s face leaned toward Jessie like he was going to kiss him. There was no way that was happening and Jessie turned his head. Simon’s lips followed and Jessie turned the other way. Simon reached up and cupped his cheek holding his head steady. Now one of his arms was free and he tried to twist the man’s skin on his side, except Simon was so muscled the skin was stretched taught and there was nothing to grab. So Jessie dug his fingers as hard as he could between Simon’s ribs.

“Stop that,” Simon ordered.

Jessie couldn’t believe the man wasn’t even flinching. Okay, maybe he was a little impressed.

“Do you really think I’d let you kiss me? I don’t even know you. And what I do know, I don’t like,” Jessie informed the conceited man.

Through whatever it was, Jessie could feel Simon’s determination. The man settled himself heavily on Jessie and put both of his hands on either side of Jessie’s head, holding him securely. Jessie couldn’t catch his breath he was so afraid.

“One kiss, then I’ll let you go,” Simon said.

“Are you telling the truth? You just want a kiss and I’m free?” Jessie’s heart was pounding so hard it was banging against his ribcage.

“I am not a liar,” Simon stated, looking down his straight nose at Jessie.

“Fine, you’re not a liar. Let’s get this kiss over with,” Jessie said. He had had enough of the big-headed man.

Simon lowered his head and surprisingly warm lips covered his. Despite still thinking the man was an utter ass, Jessie was pulled into the kiss. Simon deepened it and Jessie responded, putting his arms around his back, hands caressing hard muscles.

Jessie became lost in the amazing kiss and slid his tongue into Simon’s mouth, wanting a taste. Their tongues came together and the kiss changed. Jessie opened his eyes and a steely, determined gaze was looking back at him.

ADULT EXCERPT

Now fate had chosen this small, weak human to be his mate. Why fate played such a nasty trick on him, he would never know. As the kiss continued, Simon became confused. Technique was fast losing ground. Instead Simon found himself enjoying Jessie’s taste. The slide of their tongues produced a friction that made goose bumps run along his arms. The kiss that started out as a way to shut up his mate had now become wet and wild.

Fingers pinched Simon’s nipples, making him rear up and break the kiss. “What are you doing?” he asked.

“You have three kids, if you don’t know by now, I’m afraid you aren’t as superior as you think.” Jessie twisted Simon’s nipples harder and pulled them taut, causing Simon to suck in his breath and his cock to lengthen.

Jessie released his nipples only to rub them with the flats of his fingertips. Simon reached down and pulled off Jessie’s underwear. He ran his hand over Jessie slim leg, enjoying the lightly hair-covered smooth skin. The sight of Jessie’s hard cock and ball sac caught his eye and raised Simon’s excitement up a few levels. Bending Jessie’s knee toward his chest revealed a pretty little rosette.

Simon found he wanted to lick and taste that hole, but knew this was not the time. Jessie leaned up and licked the nipple he was still playing with. Simon closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying Jessie’s nipple play, but then his own needs rose to the surface and his lion demanded that he claim their mate.

Moving between Jessie’s legs, Simon braced his arms on either side of Jessie’s head and rubbed their chests together. Jessie only had a light dusting of hair covering his body. Unlike Simon, who like most lion shifters had a lot of hair coating his arms, legs, and chest.

Jessie lifted his chest, pressing it harder against Simon’s. Looking down into the passion-filled face of his mate, Simon couldn’t deny the human was beautiful. Simon moved Jessie’s bent leg to his waist. Reaching down, he pressed his cockhead against Jessie’s hole, coating it with his leaking pre-cum. Simon was curious to see if what his father had told him about sex between mates was true.

“Simon, what’s going on?” Jessie asked. A frown appeared on his face and then his eyes widened. “Holy shit.”

A laugh burst out. Then Simon collected himself. One did not laugh during sex. “I was told that when mates have sex there is no need for lube. My father also told me there wouldn’t be a need for any preparation either.”

Simon’s cock released another spurt of pre-cum and he continued to rub it over Jessie’s guarding muscle, making sure it was well coated. Later he would come up with a reason why he cared enough not to want to hurt his mate. Right now his lion was becoming impatient.

Simon lined up his cock and pushed in, breaching the loosened muscle. Hands grabbed onto his shoulders, Jessie’s nails digging in. Simon didn’t hesitate or slow his movements, but kept pushing into the tight silky warmth until he could go no farther.

Simon had always prided himself on his lion being one of the strongest. Now his strong lion took charge, overriding Simon’s human inclinations. This was not going to be about techniques or finesse. His lion was going to mate with the other half of its soul.

Bringing his body down, Simon completely covered his mate. One large hand reached up and cupped the side of Jessie’s face, tipping it so he could take the kiss he needed. As he sucked and licked Jessie’s lips, Simon pulled his cock out until only the head remained. Immediately he reversed direction and slid back home. His lion wasn’t interested in a pounding coupling. The lion was going to claim every inch of the inside of its mate, slowly.

Almost like an outsider looking in. Simon watched two men, one much larger than the other, joined together at the mouth and sex. Their erotic dance of flexing muscles was made more intense by the sheer controlled gentleness.

Then the air around their bodies began to glow. As their excitement grew so did the brightness of the light. Still Simon’s lion kept the rhythm of his thrusts deep and easy. He would not be hurried.

Jessie started thrusting his hips up, trying to quicken their pace. Simon’s lion would have none of that. Still holding Jessie’s face with one hand, Simon reached down with the other and firmly clasped Jessie’s hip, stilling it.

The white light grew brighter and taking air into their lungs was becoming harder. Simon felt his soul reach out through tiny tentacles toward Jessie. Still his lion continued its pace, not allowing the mating to be rushed. Simon could feel his orgasm rising. But his lion would not tolerate that yet. It was going to strengthen the fragile bonds connecting his heart and soul to its human mate, despite any of Simon’s wishes.

Sweat broke over Simon’s body and his chest tightened. Through their bond he could feel Jessie’s concern for him. Comforting hands caressed his chest, shoulders, and back. Simon touched his tongue to the corner of Jessie’s lips, asking for entrance, needing the connection. As Jessie parted his lips, the strings of their souls grew thicker.

Simon’s heart started beating faster, yet his lion still kept its tightly controlled steady rhythm of thrusts into Jessie’s clutching hole.