“Hey, little guy. Where are your parents?” Carson set his items on the shelf and knelt down in front of the little boy.
“Hi.” The little boy giggled as he took a step closer to Carson and reached out to lay his warm sticky hands on his cheeks. “You smell good.”
Carson opened his mouth to say something when he caught the sweet smell coming off of the little boy. Under the scent of a cherry sucker and grape juice he smelled like, as odd as it sounded, cake. His favorite kind of cake actually, Skyler’s homemade chocolate cake. It wasn’t a strong aroma but enough for Carson to smell. Underneath that he could sense the wild aroma of shifter. This little boy was like him.
“Well, little man, you smell good too.” Carson smiled as he stared at the little boy. “What’s your name?”
“Riley, I swear to god once I find you, I’m putting a leash on you.” The sound of an older man came from an aisle over.
“That’s daddy.” Riley started to giggle.
“You shouldn’t run off from him.” Carson tapped Riley on the nose. “It makes parents worry when they can’t find you.” Carson remembered doing that to his dads all the time when he was younger. It wasn’t that he meant to make them worry, he was just a curious little boy as Skyler liked to tell him.
“But I had to come find you.” Riley’s little blond brows knitted together.
“You had to find me?” Carson gave the little boy a curious look.
“Carson?” A loud booming voice sounded from the end of the aisle.
The strong aroma of his favorite cake slammed Carson in the face long before the recognition of who that voice belonged to. Carson wavered a little on his feet as he looked up. He felt as if someone had slapped him across the face with that strong scent. Carson slowly looked up at the approaching man.
He was tall with a thick muscular body. He had short blond hair and light blue eyes. The lines of the man’s face looked so sharp, Carson thought he might cut himself if he reached out to touch him. The man was magnificent yet eerily familiar.
“Carson, is that you?” The man stopped in front of him and Riley.
“Daddy!” Riley held his arms open for the large man hovering over them.
The man bent down, bringing with him a fresh wave of his alluring scent. This time Carson did lose his balance and had to grab the shelf beside him or fall on his ass.
“Baby boy, you need to stop running off like that.” The man lifted the boy into his arms and kissed him on the cheek. Riley giggled again. “Carson, are you all right?” The man held a hand out for him to take.
“Do I know you?” Carson stared at the hand but didn’t take it.
“Do I really look that much different?” The man laughed, the skin around his eyes crinkling. “I guess four years can change a person.” The man eyed him up and down. “For the better.” His voice dropped a little as he gazed over Carson’s body.
It hit him like a brick to the face. Carson ignored the hand in front of him and climbed to his feet. All his arousal for this man’s smell was now gone, well, partially gone. Knowing exactly who this man was made his stomach sour.
“Long time no see, Ryan.” Carson narrowed his eye at Ryan. How dare he act like everything was normal? As if the last four years hadn’t happened.
“Daddy, I found him.” Riley’s sweet little voice pulled Carson from his thoughts of wanting to strangle Ryan. “Can we keep him?”
Suddenly what the little boy had been calling Ryan sunk in. His heart clenched in his chest and he really thought he was going to throw up in the middle of aisle five.
“He’s your son?” Carson looked at Riley. The resemblance was uncanny.
“Yeah, he is.” Riley kicked his legs and Ryan sat him down. The little boy ran in a circle around them.
Every time Ryan moved, he kicked the air up around him and that smell hit Carson again. His body hummed and his dick twitched in his pants. It was as if he was hit with a strong aphrodisiac. He could practically feel the heat pulsing off of Ryan’s hot and hard body.
What the fuck was going on here?
“Do you feel that?” Carson asked because he needed to know he wasn’t going crazy, that he wasn’t the only one affected by whatever the hell this was. He hadn’t been this attracted to anyone since, well ever.
“Carson, we need to talk.” Ryan took another step closer to him.
“No, stop, please.” Carson put a hand on Ryan’s chest to stop him, and that small touch made him gasp as if his hand had been burned. His body felt all tight and he thought he might shift into his wolf form. The wolf inside wanted out and Carson had a feeling he knew why. “Are we mates?” Carson asked in a low voice, his eyes burrowing into Ryan’s.
Carson’s dads had both told him about what a mate was and what would happen once he found his. The feelings were intense and he wouldn’t be able to think straight. Skyler had said it was like having a fever, but instead of feeling sick he’d be so aroused his head would feel as if it would pop off. That was exactly how he felt right now.
“We really should talk.” Ryan reached out to touch Carson on the shoulder, but he dodged the touch. It would be too much to handle to have Ryan’s hands on his body. “I need to explain a few things to you about”—Ryan looked from him down at Riley then up at Carson again —“all this.”
“You want to see that,” Ryan groaned and thrust his hips forward.
“I’ve always wanted to see that.” Carson squeezed his hand then let go. “Now show it to me, pretty please.” Carson lay back on the bed, resting his arms over his head.
“You’re playing with fire, Carson.” Ryan stood up, his hands shoving down his jeans. “And I’m going to set you on fire.”
“Stop talking and start showing,” Carson whined. He’d waited years for this moment, to finally have Ryan in front of him, wanting Carson the way he wanted him. It was perfect. Better than he could have ever imagined.
“As you wish.” Ryan pulled down his boxer briefs and his hard swollen length hung down heavy between his thick muscled thighs. Ryan bent over and pushed his jeans off until he stood there completely naked. A light dusting of blond hair was on his chest and trailed down to the trimmed hair surrounding his cock. Ryan was beautiful with his fit, hard body. “Now your turn.” Ryan didn’t give Carson a chance to react before he yanked the ends of his pants and pulled them down Carson’s legs, exposing his smaller body to his mate. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”
“Yeah?” Carson’s breath stuttered in his chest as he looked up at the feral look in his mate’s eyes. Ryan looked ready to pounce and Carson couldn’t wait. “Show me how much you want me, Ryan.”
Ryan fell forward, covering Carson with his larger body. Carson wrapped his legs around Ryan’s hips, thrusting his erect cock into his lover’s. The skin covering his body was over sensitive and it felt like a million different electric shocks prickling over his flesh. Everywhere Ryan touched it was as if he was awaking that part of Carson for the first time. Goose bumps popped up along his arms with every gentle touch.
“So hot, so good.” Ryan sucked up bruises up and down Carson’s chest. “I don’t know how I’ve lived without this.”
“Me either.” Carson grunted. He was lost to the sensations Ryan pulled from his body but needed more. He wanted to touch and taste Ryan. He’d been denied for so long, it was time he made up for lost times.
Carson tightened his legs around Ryan, pushed on his chest, and rolled until Ryan was underneath him.
“What the hell, man.” Ryan chuckled, the sound low and sensuous. “Is someone impatient?”
“You have no idea,” Carson said as he licked his way down Ryan’s chest. He played a little with his nipples and rubbed his face into the thin hair on Ryan’s chest then moved lower. Carson ran his tongue through the groves of his sculpted stomach, licking every dip and valley between his muscles. “You taste better than I could have imagined.”
“Oh yeah.” Ryan arched his back as Carson bit down on his hip. “Why don’t you go a little lower for a better taste.” Ryan rubbed his hand over Carson’s head, urging him lower.
Carson didn’t need any prodding to open wide and suck Ryan down his throat. His mate brought his fist to his mouth to bite down on to keep from shouting. The last thing they wanted to do was wake up Riley.
“Fuck, fuck fuck,” Ryan chanted as Carson slobbered up and down his ridged length.
Carson applied a hard suction as he swallowed down the fat head of Ryan’s cock. The flared rim tickled the back of his throat and he coughed as he choked, his throat muscles tightened on the thickness. Sweet pre-cum oozed out of the tip and Carson pulled back to swipe his tongue over the weeping head.
“Oh baby, I’m not going to last long if you keep that up.” Ryan tugged on Carson’s head. “I want to fuck you.”
Carson wanted that too, but he wasn’t done getting acquainted with Ryan’s body just yet. He let Ryan’s cock slip from his mouth and he moved lower, burying his nose in the crease where his balls lay against his thigh. He breathed in the scent of soap and Ryan’s sweat. He rubbed his nose into the round full orbs then opened his mouth to suck in one testicle then the other. Ryan beat his fist against the mattress, shaking the bed.
“Fuck, Carson!” Ryan let out a deep growl.
Carson smiled as he let go of the wet balls and licked up the underside of Ryan’s cock, pausing to tongue at the tiny slit at the tip. He gathered the sweet nectar leaking out and swallowed it down. Carson lowered his mouth once again, getting the hard shaft nice and wet, then crawled up Ryan’s body. He leaned in to kiss Ryan’s lips as he reached down to hold Ryan’s cock up to his tiny hole. It’d been a while since Carson had had sex, but he was ready. He welcomed that familiar burn of being fucked.
He tapped the wet tip at his entrance and smiled as Ryan gasped underneath him. Ryan’s hands curled around Carson’s thighs in frustration as Carson teased the tip at his small opening. His hole quivered with every brush of the slick head. It suddenly became too much and Carson pressed the tip at his hole and slowly lowered his body down.
The ability to breathe escaped him as Ryan’s cock sank deeper inside him. It was tight and the friction was a little painful, but the feeling of fullness took away the ache, and as Ryan’s blunt head massaged over his prostate, Carson’s body hummed in pleasure. With Ryan’s eight-inch cock buried deep inside him, Carson had never felt more alive. This was what it felt like to make love, not just to fuck.