Part 4 (1/2)

In my experiences with other bis.e.xual men, those lines were never drawn. Most of the men I've been with have just had very open s.e.xual att.i.tudes. They just did what felt good without a.s.signing a gender or stereotype to it.”

Holden reached for his wine, downing half the gla.s.s, a sure giveaway to Garret that he was nervous. ”You've been f.u.c.ked by men before.” The words were a statement. Garret had already let Holden know that he wanted to be f.u.c.ked.

”Yes, I have had a.n.a.l s.e.x with men, both giving and receiving. It's a very intense experience on either end,” he replied calmly, his eyes never leaving Holden's. ”I have also had oral s.e.x with men, both giving and receiving. I've f.u.c.ked a lot of women too, in their p.u.s.s.ies, in their a.s.ses and in their mouths. I'm a hundred and twenty years old, Holden. I've had a lot of s.e.x in my life.”

”I hear a but in there,” Holden said, finis.h.i.+ng his gla.s.s of wine.

Garret nodded. ”Because there is one. I may have had a lot of s.e.x in my life with both genders, and a number of species, but that doesn't mean I know what it's going to be like with you. Every person is unique, which makes every s.e.xual experience unique. And this isn't exactly about s.e.x. This is mating, Holden.”

He leaned forward, his dinner forgotten, everything falling by the wayside in his need to explain how he felt to his mate. ”I want to mate you, Holden. I want to touch you and be touched by you. I want to suck you and have you suck me. I want you to f.u.c.k me and, some day, I hope to be able to f.u.c.k you too. I know this is a lot to take in, but it's the truth. Already, I feel the mating bonds pulling at me, but more than that, when I see you working with your brother, when I smell your crisp lime scent, when I hear your laugh, I can tell that I am falling in love with you.”

Holden blinked and sat back in his chair, his expression stunned. Irritated, Garret took a swallow of wine and tried to get a grip on his raging emotions. ”I know it's quick, but I suppose that's because of the mating bonds. Still, I cannot deny what I feel. I'm beginning to love you and if this somehow doesn't work out and you walk away, it won't stop me from continuing to love you because Holden, I've never felt like this before and I don't think I ever will again.”

Garret knew his voice shook with emotion. h.e.l.l, his whole body shook with the force of his confession. The feelings inside him were new and growing, but he was positive he'd fallen in love with Holden. The man was so beautiful, inside and out, that Garret couldn't help but love him.

Even if Holden hadn't been his mate, Garret had the sense that he would have fallen for him.

His eyes widened then as Holden pushed away from the table and stood up. Heart pounding with fear, he looked up into those golden eyes and let Holden see everything he felt in his heart.

He was Holden's. What the man chose to do with him now was anyone's guess.

Chapter Five

Holden's emotions were in turmoil. He and Garret had been at the resort for more than twenty four hours now, but at Garret's words, Holden's emotions became even more tumultuous.

The word love falling from Garret's lips had made Holden's heart contract in his chest. Holden realized the man spoke the truth. The mating bonds had been pulling at him too. If it weren't for those feelings, he didn't know if he could have come as far as he had in accepting Garret as his mate. Listening to Garret's words, that he'd f.u.c.ked and been f.u.c.ked, sucked and been sucked, and that he'd had s.e.x with women too, conjured images that set Holden on fire.

The moment Garret had said love, Holden knew that what he had begun to feel for Garret might be the same thing. The man's aesthetic beauty, his s.e.xy accent, the brilliant flas.h.i.+ng smile that seared it's way right down to Holden's toes...when combined with a rapier wit and sharply intelligent mind it was no wonder looking at him and smelling him turned Holden's insides to mush. And even worse than that, Holden had gotten an instant hard on when he'd seen Garret's clan mark, the dragon with the emerald in its mouth. To cover his reaction, he'd pushed Garret into the pool. Then, unable to stop himself, he'd dived in after him and come up from behind, stroking Garret's shoulder and instinctively pressing his hard c.o.c.k into the crease of Garret's a.s.s.

Now, looking down into Garret's worried eyes, he knew what was going to happen next even if Garret didn't. He wasn't sure yet how far he could go, or how much he could handle, but he knew he couldn't let Garret continue to think that he would turn away from him.

”Come here,” he said softly, his eyes locked with Garret's.

When Garret cautiously got to his feet, Holden turned and walked into his bedroom. Behind him, he heard Garret's strangled gasp. He sat on the side of his bed and looked up as Garret hovered in the doorway, his luminous eyes dark with emotion.

”I said come here,” he repeated, but this time he gestured to the s.p.a.ce in front of him. As Garret moved slowly toward him, Holden reached down and grabbed the hem of his t-s.h.i.+rt, pulling the s.h.i.+rt over his head.

Garret's eyes flickered, but he didn't say a word as he came to a stop, his knees brus.h.i.+ng Holden's. The touch, even between layers of denim, seared Holden. ”On your knees,” he murmured. ”So I can kiss you.”

The instant Garret knelt, Holden grabbed him by the back of the head, dragging him closer.

Garret's mouth opened beneath the onslaught of Holden's rough kiss. Never would he have kissed a woman like this, his tongue twisting insistently around the other man's, his lips hard and demanding. Garret's hands slid up the planes of Holden's chest, stopping to tease his nipples.

Holden knew his nipples were sensitive but Garret touching them was as if he'd been zapped by a cattle prod. Bolts of electricity crackled through his body and his dragon came to glorious life inside him, roaring with approval.

Holden pulled at Garret's t-s.h.i.+rt, sliding his hands beneath the material to touch the hot flesh beneath. He'd never touched a man s.e.xually before, didn't know what it felt like to stroke muscle and bone instead of soft curved flesh. Touching Garret set fire to his senses. His fingertips tested the texture of Garret's skin as he stroked his hands over rock hard abs and firm pecs. The hair roughened patches felt alien, though not in a bad way. Breaking the kiss, Holden stared at his mate for a moment. Garret's pale face had a slight s.e.xual flush and the pupils of his eyes had elongated. Holden figured his own irises were slits now too. Smoke curled around them, coming from both their nostrils. Reaching down Holden tugged Garret's s.h.i.+rt over his head.

”f.u.c.k. You're the most beautiful man I've ever seen,” he muttered. ”Your skin is like vellum.”

He ran his fingertips over Garret's biceps. ”So pale and the texture so smooth and fine, I just want to lick you.”

”Then do it,” Garret rasped. ”Do whatever you want to me, Holden. I belong to you.”

Holden shook his head. ”No. This is a two way street, Garret. We're mates. We belong to each other.” He drew a shaky breath. ”I don't know how far I can go right now. Already everything feels so strange that I'm fighting the urge to run. But I want to be with you. I want to try.”

Garret smiled then and Holden felt the odd sensation in his gut again. The man's smile did funny things to him that he couldn't put a name to. Garret stroked his hands over Holden's chest and shoulders, his fingers raising goose b.u.mps and setting Holden's senses on fire.

”Let's start easy then, why don't we?” Garret said quietly.

His hands stroked down Holden's ridged abdomen. c.o.c.k stiffening, Holden leaned back on his elbows, giving Garret a perfect view of the bulge behind his b.u.t.ton fly. Without looking away from Holden's gaze, Garret rubbed the flat of his palm over the ridge in Holden's jeans.

A low moan escaped Holden and Garret popped the b.u.t.tons of the jeans. He grasped the waistband of the jeans and Holden's briefs with his agile fingers and started to pull them down.

Holden hissed in a breath and Garret stopped, their eyes meeting.

”What do you want, Holden?”

l.u.s.t and fear warred inside Holden. There were other emotions too, but he didn't think he could go there at the moment. Not when his c.o.c.k was throbbing with need. He swallowed hard and gave voice to the visions inside his head.

”I want you to suck my c.o.c.k.”

Garret's smile flashed out again, this time with a gleam of triumph in it. ”Then relax. You've had b.l.o.w. .j.o.bs before. This isn't much different.”

”A b.l.o.w. .j.o.b's a b.l.o.w. .j.o.b, isn't it?” Holden growled, just wanting the ache in his b.a.l.l.s to ease.

Garret winked at him. ”Almost. There's something about the way a man sucks c.o.c.k that tells you he knows what you're feeling.”

As Garret spoke, he eased Holden's jeans and briefs from his body, prodding him with a finger to the thigh to make him lift his hips. Naked now, his thick c.o.c.k curving toward his belly, pre-c.u.m already leaking in a steady stream from the wide head, Holden's breath came in rough pants. His dragon wanted him to shove his c.o.c.k at Garret, demanding he suck it, but Holden was cautious. Never having been with a man, he wasn't exactly sure what to expect. What he didn't expect was Garret to ignore his c.o.c.k and get to his feet.

He watched with wide eyes as Garret unzipped his jeans and slid them down his thighs. Then he hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his briefs and pushed them down. Naked, his long, thick c.o.c.k bobbing as he s.h.i.+fted foot-to-foot, Garret's eyes were hooded, his expression guarded.

Holden gazed at the blue veined c.o.c.k and heavy b.a.l.l.s that made up Garret's genitalia. The urge to touch them grew inside him until smoke poured from his nostrils. Fear kept his hands on the bed though.

Holden spread his thighs, silently inviting Garret to touch him. With a little growl, Garret knelt on the floor at the edge of the bed, his shoulders pressing Holden's thighs wider. He blew a stream of warm air on Holden's b.a.l.l.s and they tightened.

”You manscape,” Garret said in a low voice.

”Wax. Not all of it, just some. You do too,” Holden grunted, l.u.s.t holding him in such an unrelenting grip that he could barely speak. In his head, he screamed for Garret to touch him, suck him.

”I will, Holden. I will. I want you more than I've ever wanted anyone.” Garret's words were as soft as the breath wafting over Holden's c.o.c.k.

As Holden watched, Garret cupped his b.a.l.l.s in his palm, kneading them with an expert touch. Holden groaned loudly as pleasure ripped through him. His eyes met Garret's. Slowly lowering his mouth to Holden's c.o.c.k, Garret swirled his tongue over the thick head, lapping up the leaking pre-c.u.m. Heart slamming in his chest, Holden gasped for air, as his whole body went up in flames. He sucked in a rough breath as Garret slid his mouth down over Holden's c.o.c.k, taking almost all of it. Garret's fingers curled tightly around the base and his other hand gently teased Holden's b.a.l.l.s and the crease of his a.s.s.

The hot wet suction of Garret's mouth on his c.o.c.k felt like no other b.l.o.w. .j.o.b he'd ever gotten. Holden s.h.i.+vered as Garret's tongue swirled and slurped around the thick head. The tip of his tongue teased the slit and flicked over the ridge before finding the spot that sent Holden into spasms of joy.