“It’s almost been a year. When are you going to be honest?” Charles stared at him and Sam felt as if the man could see into his soul.
“I’m not ready.” Sam told him, shaking his head.
“You say that every month. You’re the only man I drink from. The only man I fuck. I’m the only man you fuck. I go to that damn club so that my friends don’t get suspicious. All of it is for you,” Charles told him and Sam felt guilty.
It was all true. The pack doctor was the only other being that knew the complete truth. That they were mates and that Charles could only drink from him since Sam was his True Match. Sam went to see the doctor once a week and the man took a pint of his blood before he personally delivered the blood bag to Charles. Once a month, when Sam came to his home for their sessions, Charles would drink from Sam’s vein – an experience that Sam loved.
“I’m sorry. I’m just—I can’t tell them yet.” It was a lame excuse, he knew that. It was his past that he was afraid of.
“Why? They won’t care,” Charles told him.
“You don’t know that! I had to leave one home. I’m not ready to leave another.” He respected Gideon too much, just like he’d respected his father.
“You think your friends will really give a shit that you bottom? Hell, tell them I bottom for you. I don’t care.” Sam could hear the pleading tone in Charles’s voice.
“Nobody would believe that. Too many people know your reputation.” It was true. The man was a Dom, and he always would be. He’d earned his reputation as a Master long before Sam came into the picture.
“So, for the rest of my existence, I only get to see my True Match once a month?” The man was getting angry, Sam could see it in the way his jaw clenched and his eyes narrowed.
“I’m sorry.” It was true. He was sorry.
“You always say that.” He waved away Sam’s apology.
“It’s true,” He exhaled loudly. “I should probably go.”
“Yeah, I’ll see you next month for my feeding and fuck,” Charles said harshly. He already felt so damn guilty and now it was as if Charles was the one feeling used in their sort of relationship.
“I shouldn’t do this anymore,” he said under his breath as he walked toward the bedroom door.
“You say that at the end of every night we’re together. I used to be scared that I wouldn’t see you again.” Sam saw a flash of pain in the other man’s eyes.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You are, though. Every time you walk out that door my heart breaks. Maybe you need to decide if I’m your mate. You’ve never once tried to claim me. I’ve done everything you’ve asked. For an entire year, I’ve kept our relationship a secret from my friends. When is it going to be about me, Sam? It’s time you made a decision. Either claim me as your mate, or don’t come back.”
Sam stared silently at Charles in shock, before turning and hurrying down the stairs. Sam grabbed his clothing off the bench in the entryway and peeked over his shoulder. He could see the marks that his Master had left behind, but by morning, all evidence of his night with Charles would be gone as if they’d never been there in the first place.
He pulled the T-shirt over his head, put on his jeans, and sat down so that he could pull on his shoes. The slight pain that grew when his ass hit the bench felt amazing. Looking up, he came face-to-face with the man that meant the most to him.
“Did you hear me, Sam? Either claim me, or leave forever. I won’t live like this anymore, having a True Match that is embarrassed to love openly.” Sam could see the sorrow on Charles face as he uttered those words with grim determination.
Thoughtful of his lover’s sensitive ass and thighs, Charles helped the man on the bed. “Hands and knees, I’m going to give you what you need. You’ve been so good, tonight.”
Sam moved to the center of the bed, following orders perfectly. Charles moved behind Sam. He reached out and stroked his hand down Sam’s spine, tracing the abrasions he’d left earlier, when he’d scratched him. He wished that the marks would stay forever, but knew that the tiger would heal without leaving a trace behind. At the caress, Sam arched into his touch and moved his knees further apart, offering himself to Charles.
He couldn’t resist the invitation. Charles grabbed a tube of lubricant from beside the bed and smeared it on his fingers. It warmed as he rubbed his fingers together, and Sam moaned his appreciation as Charles lightly circled his hole with the tips of his fingers.
“Do you like that?” Charles whispered, his voice rough with desire.
“Yes, Sir.” He nodded, breathe panting.
He pushed back against Charles’s fingers, impatiently trying to squirm his way onto the digits. Charles allowed it, wanting to reward his lover with pleasure. He slid one finger inside, and Sam groaned deep in his throat, which quickly turned into the sexiest purr Charles had ever heard. He loved that purr. The tiger wanted out and was trying to claw its way to the surface.
Charles rubbed the tips of the digits against his prostate. Crooking his fingers, Charles coaxed another delighted purring noise out of his lover. The vibration was music to his ears and he smiled. Sam remained still as he worked his fingers inside him. Charles stroked his other hand across Sam’s back, squeezing his shoulder in silent praise.
Sam always liked gentle caresses after an intense scene and Charles loved this side of the tiger. Sam murmured his pleasure, but stayed very still, waiting patiently and receiving what his Master gave him. Charles thrust his fingers further inside him.
Sam’s head dropped forward. “Please,” he whispered. “Please, Sir.”
The plea couldn’t be refused. Taking his fingers away, Charles quickly slicked his shaft with extra lube. He placed the tip of his cock to Sam’s opening. As he pushed forward, very slowly sheathing himself inside Sam, he gasped. Charles ran a palm down his lover’s back once more, before stroking the man’s torso, and reached around to wrap his hand around his lover’s cock.
“That’s it, relax. You can take me,” he told Sam.
Gently squeezing the hard shaft in his hand, he rubbed his thumb back and forth over the tip. He felt Sam clench his muscles around his shaft in response. His head dropped forward as if the combined sensations were too much for him. Charles continued to push forward until he was sheathed inside the warmth of his man.
“Yes, Master” he hissed. “I love your cock.”
“I love your ass, baby,” Charles told him honestly. Being with Sam was like being at home. This man was his home.
inued to stroke his cock, slowly. Charles slid his cock marginally out and then slipped home once again. He started a very leisurely rhythm, intending to drive Sam crazy, but his own patience was slipping.
Leaning back, he released Sam’s cock and gripped his hips. The control required for slow, measured thrusts wasn’t in him. Charles started pounding hard and fast, holding onto the other man until his knuckles turned white with the need to keep the other man close, until he knew he would have left bruises on human skin. His tiger moaned, pleading for more.
The sound slid down Charles’s spine, combined with the tight heat surrounding his shaft, and he almost came. Reaching around his lover’s body, Charles quickly wrapped his fist around his man’s cock once more and started to jack him off, hard and fast—just the way he knew Sam loved.
“Mine,” Charles growled possessively. “Mine…say it,” he demanded.
Sam groaned and whimpered, “Yours.”
Charles sank deep within him and rotated his hips, his cock stroking Sam’s prostate, and his tiger went wild.
“Oh, Fuck! Don’t stop, right there…please, right there. I need you…harder! Harder!” Sam yelled.
“Mine,” Charles growled once more.
Sam shook all over and whimpered out a quiet, “Yours.”