“It’s going to get better, ya know.”
Toby looked up from the book he was reading to see Colby staring at him. Colby was a tall lanky boy with bright blue eyes, floppy blond hair that hung down into his eyes, and his golden sun-kissed skin made the young man look like an angel, but Toby knew better than that.
Colby was the son of Ben and Miles. An anomaly in that he was born from two men. Having a magical fairy as a friend made things like a man caring and giving birth to a child normal in their world. But it also made things different for said child. Technically Colby was only six years old, but looked like a twelve going on thirteen, or at least that’s what Sayer’s mate Shane says. Him being a nurse and all, who was Toby to disagree with him? All Toby knew was that Colby sure as hell acted like a teenager. He got a bit more annoying every day, so yeah, definitely a teenager.
“What are you talking about?” Toby sat his book down and turned to focus on the teenage boy.
Colby had turned back toward the large TV hanging on the wall. He was playing some game on the Xbox, lots of blood and guts and shooting. “Huh?” Colby cursed under his breath as his character on the screen died.
“You said it’s going to get better.” Toby took a deep breath. Colby had a habit of spurting out random shit at times that no one ever really understood. “What’s going to get better?”
“Oh yeah, right.” Colby flopped back against the couch and tossed his controller to the side. “It’s like this.” Colby rubbed a hand over his eyes and Toby just stared at the boy. “Things were bad and will get worse before they getter better. You just have to roll with the punches.” Colby looked a bit confused but shrugged. “Sometimes things in life happen to make us stronger and we have to learn from them. It will all work out in the end.”
Toby narrowed his eyes at Colby. Colby had a dazed look in his eyes as if he were somewhere else seeing something that only he could see. This was something that happened at random times with Colby. No one understood what it meant or why he did it, not even Colby.
“Colby, what is that supposed to mean?” The hair on the back of Toby’s neck stood up. Colby said things were bad but would only get worse before they got better. What the fuck was that supposed to mean?
“What does what mean?” Colby shook his head and picked back up his controller and started playing his game again.
“You cryptic little shit.” Toby grabbed one of the pillows from the couch and chucked it at Colby, hitting him in the face. “You’re like a bad fortune teller.”
“Hey!” Colby shouted as he threw the pillow back at Toby.
“What’s going on in here?” Miles asked as he walked into the living room. He looked from his son, then to Toby.
“Your kid is doing that weird advice-giving crap again.” Toby stood up. “It’s weird, Miles, and a little creepy.”
Miles’s brow furrowed as he looked at his son. “What did he say?”
“That things were bad but will only get worse before they get better.” Toby flung his hands in the air. “Like I said, weird.”
“Colby, sweetie, what did you mean by that?” Miles sat down by his son.
“I don’t know.” Colby shrugged, then let out a loud woot at something he had done on his game. “To be honest I don’t ever remember saying it. It was one of those random weird seizure things you and dad say I have.”
Miles’s face seemed to be pinched in concern and Toby didn’t want the man to stress on it. Half the shit that came out of Colby’s mouth amounted to nothing. Once he said a darkness was coming and had the whole house freaking out. All that happened was the power had gone out. Nothing major ever came of Colby’s little tidbits.
“Relax, Miles. I’m sure it was nothing.”
“Yeah, sure.” Miles forced a smile, then stood up to leave the room. He stooped down to kiss Colby on the head, then headed back toward the kitchen.
Toby jumped in front of Colby, blocking his view from the TV. “I see you losing this game in your near future,” Toby said in a low voice as he danced around in front of Colby.
“You dork!” Colby leaned to the side to look around Toby.
Toby ruffled a hand through Colby’s silky blond hair, then left the room. He took the stairs up to his bedroom. He opened the door, tossed his book on his dresser, and then dove for his bed. Exhaustion caused his eyes to droop and his body to ache.
He’d gotten up early that morning to train with the other warriors. He’d been doing this for the past seven years. His brother Aaron wanted Toby to become a warrior like him, but Toby wasn’t so sure he wanted to. He agreed he needed to know how to protect himself but he wasn’t one to want to go seeking out danger. It just wasn’t who Toby was.
Maybe at one point in his life he’d thought about becoming a warrior but after his attack, everything changed. All his hopes and dreams seemed like a lifetime ago. Everything he thought he wanted changed in a blink of an eye.
Toby clenched his eyes tight, trying his best to forget the memories of that night but they always seemed to find a way to get to him.
“God, I want you inside me so bad,” Toby said between kisses. “Do you have any lube or lotion?” Toby pushed at Damon’s shoulders so they look at one another.
“Yeah, in the bathroom.” Damon gasped for breath as he stared into his mate’s bright blue eyes.
“Why don’t you go and get it?” Toby smiled up at him. “I want to feel you inside me.” Toby reached between their bodies and pumped Damon’s cock in a gentle stroke. “I want you to claim me.”
The smoldering look in Toby’s glowing eyes sent Damon jumping off the bed and rushing to the bathroom. He grabbed the tub of lube he kept in there for when he was lonely and had to take matters into his own hands. He popped the cap and poured his palm full of the clean liquid. Damon rubbed the slickness over his heated length as he walked back into the room. Toby lay with his knees up, stroking his once-again-hard cock.
“Come here.” Toby curled the finger of his other hand, beckoning Damon closer.
Damon went to his knees between Toby’s legs. He inserted two fingers, spreading the lube into Toby’s tight tunnel. His fingers brushed over the swollen nub inside Toby and his mate arched his back.
“Please, Damon, put it in me.” Toby gasped. “I’m not sure how much longer I can last.”
Damon scooted forward. He braced one hand next to Toby’s head and used his other hand to guide his hard, thick cock toward Toby’s opening. The fat head brushed against it then slowly Damon applied some pressure. Toby whimpered as Damon watched his cock slowly sink into Toby’s hot body. This was nothing like what it felt like having his fingers inside his mate. This was a million times better. Damon moved in then pulled out slowly, working his length into Toby.
Finally, after what felt like forever, Damon had all eight inches seated deep inside Toby. Sweat dripped from his forehead and his body ached from the need to pound into his mate’s ass. He wanted to claim Toby, filling him with his boiling seed.
“I’m not sure how much longer I can go slow.” Damon spoke the words, wanting to warn his mate he was at his breaking point. He needed release.
“Then don’t.” Toby tightened his legs, sending his heals into his ass checks, forcing Damon forward.
They both groaned at the pressure and Toby started to rock his hips. Damon took a deep breath, then wrapped his arms under Toby’s back, using his shoulders as an anchor. He pulled his hips back then thrust back in.
“Fuck!” Toby cried out, his hot tight walls squeezed Damon’s sensitized shaft.
“Do you want me to stop?” Damon asked as he held still.
“Never.” Toby looked deep into Damon’s eyes then pulled him into a kiss. Toby’s tongue fucked Damon’s mouth like his cock did to Toby’s willing body.
Damon pulled out and thrust forward harder and faster with each stroke. Nothing had ever felt so right in his life. He’d never tire of making love to his mate, claiming what rightfully belonged to him.
“I’m close,” Damon grumbled against Toby’s shoulder as he fucked his hole. His balls drew up tight and he was close to blowing his load.
“Stop!” Toby shouted and Damon stopped.
“Aare you okay? Did I hurt you?” Damon started to pull away.
“No.” Toby locked his legs, keeping Damon from pulling out. “We need to complete the blood sex magic ritual.” Toby grinned up at him. “Not that I have a problem with doing this again, but I want us to follow through on the ritual. I want to know we belong to one another from here on out.” Toby ran his fingers along Damon’s jaw. “We’ve waited so long for this moment, I don’t want to wait a second more.”
“Me either,” Damon whispered into the quiet room. He sat back on his heels and slowly pulled out of Toby’s body. Damon stared down at Toby he allowed his teeth to lengthen. When he raised his wrist to his mouth Toby yanked at his arm.
“Let me bite you and you can bite me.” Toby smiled as he sat up.
With Toby being a full wolf shifter, his teeth grew longer and sharper than Damon’s. He watch in fascination as Toby’s teeth gleamed a brilliant white in the dark room. Toby licked along Damon’s wrist then bit down. Damon’s back arched and he groaned as he felt the blood drip from his arm into his mate’s mouth. The action was so erotic it had Damon ready to blow.
Toby pulled off his arm, licking around the wound. He raised his wrist to Damon’s mouth and smiled. The temptation too strong to deny, Damon sunk his teeth in the warm flesh and guzzled the blood in his mouth. Toby tasted sweet everywhere.
“Keep that up and I’m going to come,” Toby teased as he pulled his wrist away from Damon. He raised his arm up and motioned for Damon to do the same, and pressed their bloodied wrist together. “We’ll be connected in all ways before the night is over.”
“I wouldn’t want it any other way.” Damon used the finger of his left hand to swipe at the blood on Toby’s wrist, then his own. He brought it down and wiped it over his leaking cock head.
Toby laid back down and Damon moved to hover over him. He held Toby’s stare as he entered him again. Toby reached out for him and dug his sharpened nails in his back. A pressure so tight wound deep in Damon’s balls, quickly spinning out of control. He rammed his cock in and out of Toby. They both grunted and their sweat-slickened bodies molded together as they slid against each other.