“You’re my boyfriend and you’ll rip anyone apart for looking at me the wrong way.”
Cage looked up from his meal at the man who dropped into the seat at his table. “Excuse me?”
“I’m Hatcher.” The stranger’s brown eyes widened before he grabbed Cage by the back of his neck and yanked him in for a deep, passionate kiss. Hatcher shoved his tongue into Cage’s mouth, then let out a throaty moan. Cage wasn’t sure what was going on, but damn if the little guy couldn’t kiss like a dream.
“What kind of bullshit is this?”
Cage didn’t bother to look at the man who'd walked up to his table. He was too busy pulling Hatcher closer—so close he damn near pulled the slim man into his lap as he ate at Hatcher’s mouth. Cage hadn’t ordered dessert with his meal, but he’d have to thank the cook.
When they finally broke apart, Hatcher whispered into Cage’s ear, “You have to save me from this jerk.”
Cage turned his head and stared the hulking man up and down. “Is there a problem?”
The guy sputtered as he waved a hand at Hatcher. “Yeah, I’d say there’s a damn problem. You’re kissing my date.”
“You were dating another guy?” Cage played along, unable to stop himself. “What have I told you about picking up strays?”
Hatcher blushed as he stared from Cage to his date. “I’m sorry, Bob. I should’ve told you up front that I was already in a committed relationship. I just have this tiny problem where I jump on the first sexy guy I meet. I promise I’m getting help for it.”
Cage bit the inside of his mouth to stop himself from grinning. Instead, he mustered up a scowl. “I thought you said the doctor told you that you were getting better?”
“Oh, Snuggles, I am getting better. At least I didn’t sleep with this one.” Hatcher batted his eyes at Cage. “Please don’t be mad at me.”
Cage’s eyes widened when Hatcher ran his hand up his thigh, then squeezed right below Cage’s balls. “I promise to make this up to you, Fuzzy-Wuzzy.”
“You’re not playing with a full deck, are you?” Cage asked, completely ignoring Bob. The date grunted, waved away Hatcher, then strode from The Big Egg diner.
“Sorry, I don’t play cards.” Hatcher sat back and gave a heavy sigh. “Thanks for rescuing me. I wanted to crawl out the bathroom window, but the damn thing was jammed. I swear I have the worst taste in men.”
Cage stiffened when Hatcher’s flowery scent invaded his lungs. Hatcher cocked his head to the side. “You’re my mate.”
He said it calmly, but Cage’s heart began to beat wildly. His nostrils flared as his canines threatened to descend. As he sat there, he focused his mind on calming his beast. It wouldn’t do to shift in the diner—that would scare the human customers.
“I figured that out when you tried to shove your tongue down my throat.” Hatcher stood. “Well, uh, thanks, but I hear my nana calling my name.”
Cage shot from his seat as Hatcher hurried from the diner. He caught his mate outside and pulled Hatcher to a stop. “Whoa, where’re you going?”
“I forgot to wash my hair.” Hatcher tried to pull away, but Cage wasn’t having it. In fact, he yanked Hatcher to him and noticed just how short the guy was.
“You’re a fox shifter.” The scent was undeniable.
“And you’re a wolf. Glad we cleared that up.” Hatcher pulled at his arm but didn’t try to walk away. He just stood there staring at the ground, his shoulders slumped.
“Am I that ugly?” Cage asked. He wasn’t bad-looking, but from the lack of eye contact, he wondered if Hatcher was disappointed that fate had paired them.
Hatcher’s head snapped up. “Are you serious?” His eyes widened before he grinned. “I’d jack off to your looks any night of the week, handsome.”
Cage chuckled. “I think that’s the best compliment anyone has ever given me.” He tugged on Hatcher’s hand, and his mate finally relented, following Cage back into the diner. “If you still need to wash your hair after I’m done eating, I’ll help, but we both have to be naked in order to get it clean.”
Hatcher burst out laughing. He had a smile that could light up a city. “I suppose we have to be naked since I like washing my hair in the shower.”
Hatcher was also a little odd. Cage liked that. He liked that a lot. “A blow job will probably help with the rinsing process,” he said as they sat. Hatcher’s cheeks turned so red Cage was surprised they didn’t catch fire. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”
“What’s your name?”
Cage grinned as he stuck out his hand. “Cage Rowling.”
“I like your cowboy hat, Cage.”
Cage removed his hat and dropped it onto Hatcher’s head. “Looks a helluva lot better on you.”
“You think so?” Hatcher tucked his dark hair behind his ear. “I don’t really wear hats. I always thought I looked silly in them.”
He looked far from silly. In fact, Cage sat there imagining Hatcher wearing the hat while completely naked. His cock began to thicken as his gaze roamed over his mate’s face. “Not at all.”
“Just wanna touch you, Foxy.” Cage dipped his hand below the waistband as Hatcher jerked. His hand met silk over steel as he stroked his mate a few times.
Hatcher sucked in a deep breath, his eyelids fluttering closed. Cage stood there fascinated, watching every expression that crossed his face. Cage was determined to claim Hatcher, but twice as determined to make sure he pleasured Hatcher in ways his mate could only dream of.
As Cage lowered to his knees, he took Hatcher’s jeans and underwear down with him. Hatcher’s cock sprang free as he curled his fingers around the edge of the counter. His legs shook and his body twitched. Hatcher sucked in a breath as Cage licked the tip of his cock.
Although Cage wanted to swallow Hatcher, he needed to get his mate naked. Cage had to have all barriers out of the way. The musky smell and taste of Hatcher's precum drove him wild as he removed his mate’s socks, then finished taking his jeans and underwear off. Truth be told, part of Cage waited for Hatcher to protest, to say he needed to wash his hair and race from the room.
Cage watched for any sign of resistance as he tossed the clothing aside. Hatcher’s features were pinched, and he was chewing on his bottom lip. Cage smiled as he leaned forward and ran his tongue over the heavy, throbbing vein. Hatcher sucked in a breath, but he didn't try to run.
Cage had Hatcher exactly where he wanted him. Now all Cage had to do was make the little fox come a few times and the man would beg Cage to fuck him. At least that was the plan. Hatcher was unpredictable, so Cage could only hope his mate wouldn’t back down and run from him.
“You have a beautiful cock,” Cage murmured against Hatcher’s length. With a flick of his tongue, Cage heard Hatcher inhale sharply, then moan. In moments he'd worked Hatcher into a frenzy. With Cage’s mouth on Hatcher’s prick and his other hand tugging at Hatcher’s sac, Hatcher had his fingers in Cage’s hair, gripping the strands tight.
Cage swallowed Hatcher down his throat, moaning as the precum painted his tongue. The bittersweet taste had Cage greedy for more. He bobbed his head a few times, and Hatcher came as he cried out Cage’s name, his hips jerking erratically as he yanked at Cage’s hair.
One orgasm down, three to go.
While Hatcher was still trembling from his release, Cage picked him up and carried him to the bedroom. Once he had his mate laid out on the bed, he removed Hatcher’s shirt.
“Better,” Cage said. He knelt between Hatcher’s legs, lay flat on his stomach, then curled his arms around Hatcher’s thighs before pulling Hatcher closer. Cage nuzzled the wrinkly sac, lapping and teasing the skin with his teeth. Hatcher groaned, wiggling his hips as he pushed his sac closer to Cage’s mouth.
“You like my tongue on you?”
“Yes,” Hatcher groined.
Cage went to work giving Hatcher another orgasm, but this time, when Hatcher came, Cage slid two wet fingers into Hatcher’s tight hole. When Hatcher had agreed to meet Cage at Bad Habits, Cage had had high hopes and had shoved a few packets of lube into his pocket. Damn if he wasn’t grateful he’d done that. He’d used one of the three he’d brought with him and stretched Hatcher as his mate shivered above him.
“Just relax, Foxy,” Cage said when Hatcher started to tense up. He nibbled and licked his way up Hatcher’s inner thighs and circled his tongue around the hole his fingers were buried in. Hatcher hissed, bending his knees and letting his legs fall farther open. That was a damn good thing to Cage. It meant Hatcher was relaxing. When his mate started to get hard again, Cage grinned.
“Feed me your cock.”
Hatcher glanced down at Cage and looked away, as if too embarrassed to watch Cage suck him off.
“Just grab the base and lean your cock toward my mouth.”
Cage chuckled when Hatcher did as asked while still not looking his way. “Come on, Foxy. Tell me you’re not the least bit interested in seeing my mouth wrapped around your dick.”
Slowly Hatcher looked down at Cage. Damn if Cage wasn’t turned on by the lust burning in Hatcher’s brown eyes. With his eyes still locked with Hatcher’s, Cage took the head into his mouth, making a show of swirling his tongue and licking the wetness from the slit, as if drawing honey from a jar.
Hatcher’s eyes hooded as Cage slid a third finger in beside the other two, then licked a long path up the side of Hatcher’s prick. He sucked the head as Hatcher began to heavily pant.
When Cage thought his mate was ready for him, he pulled off Hatcher’s cock and crawled off the bed. Cage disrobed, watching Hatcher watch him. Admittedly, he peacocked, showing off his muscled and lean body. Hatcher’s eyes widened when he glanced at Cage’s length.
Cage didn’t want his mate to have second thoughts, so he grabbed another packet of lube before crawling over Hatcher. “Kiss me.”
Hatcher threw his leg over Cage’s hip, slid his arms around Cage’s neck, and kissed him so passionately that Cage nearly came before he could even get his cock lubed.
“I could kiss you all day,” Hatcher whispered against Cage’s mouth. “I can even taste myself on your tongue.”
“Have you ever sucked cock?” Cage asked as he moved behind Hatcher and settled his mate’s leg over his thigh, not only spooning Hatcher, but opening his mate for his invasion.
“No,” Hatcher admitted. “But I want to.”
Cage growled at the image of Hatcher sucking him off. It was going to be one of the best fantasies of his life. He could tell. “Next time, Foxy. And when you do, I want you on your knees.”
Hatcher nodded as he curled his hand over his bent leg, digging his fingers in until his knuckles turned white.
Cage kissed along Hatcher’s shoulder. “Relax, babe.”
Cage pressed the head of his cock against Hatcher’s stretched hole. “Fast or slow?”
“I-I don’t know. You choose.”
Cage slid his arm under Hatcher’s leg and lifted it as he worked his cock inside the tight, heavenly heat. “Kiss me again, Foxy.”