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shamelessly rubbing his prick against the leathery wrist still in his pants. Except, that wrist was attached to a hand, which squeezed his balls just enough to deny him—again—his release.
    “If I ever meet the man who took advantage of your beautiful responsiveness, I will kill him,” Einan hissed, a vow hidden in his words.
    Cornelius whimpered. He didn’t want to think about his past right now. He wanted to think about his future—a future with this gargoyle giving him so much torturous bliss with hardly any effort.
    Gods, what would it feel like if Einan actually tried?
    “Say you’re mine,” Einan suddenly demanded gruffly.
    Cornelius jerked a nod. “Y-yours.”
    “Now, open your eyes. See who is pleasuring you.”
    Opening his eyes—and really, he didn’t know when he’d closed them—Cornelius had to blink a few times to focus on the big sexy gargoyle. His breath caught at the feral delight staring back at him from stormy gray eyes.
    “Come,” Einan ordered. At the same time, he released Cornelius’s balls and gently scraped one claw every-so-lightly over the sensitive flesh behind them.
    Cornelius gasped in shock and he came. As his body jerked, completely beyond his control—and he sprayed streams of ejaculate onto both their torsos—he stared into Einan’s smug expression. And for some reason, seeing the satisfaction on Einan’s face, caused him to spurt one last string of cum.

Chapter Four
     
     
    Einan watched his mate come apart in his arms. Never had he touched someone so responsive, so sexy, and so obviously in need of a confidence boost. Even as he reveled in the heady aroma of Cornelius’s spilled seed, the feel of it spattering across his chest, the pleasure he derived at holding his shuddering, twitching mate, Einan wondered how he could discreetly delve into the shifter’s past.
    Living by the age-old adage knowledge is power, Einan wanted more information on Cornelius and what he’d been through. Judging by Cornelius’s highly developed flight instinct, Einan knew the rhino shifter wasn’t ready to talk to him about it. He’d be offended, except, mate-pull or not, they’d just met.
    Since he couldn’t do anything about that right then, Einan shelved his plans and focused on what he wanted next. Namely, Cornelius sprawled out and naked on his bed. He couldn’t wait to hear the man truly beg. His dick throbbed at the very idea of soon taking the man in long slow strokes. He’d watch a red hue creep up Cornelius’s chest, showing his pleasure without words. His mate would babble. Oh, yes, Einan just knew his mate would be a very vocal lover. He couldn’t wait to hear.
    Einan gently traced down Cornelius’s side with one hand, soothing him, even as he tugged the man’s pubic hairs then massaged the skin to ease the sting. Every few repetitions, he tossed in a gentle caress to the still pounding vein running up the base of his dick and swirled his claw lightly around the still swollen cap. He knew the stimulation would keep his mate hard, readying him for round two—which Einan planned to take place in his bed.
    Cornelius didn’t disappoint.
    He watched Cornelius’s heaving chest slow, liking how he continued to pant. His lips slightly parted, his mate’s tongue peeked out and swept over his bottom lip. Suddenly, Einan needed to taste the shifter more than he needed anything else, even getting his dick in him.
    Although he couldn’t resist the allure of keeping his fingers threaded through his mate’s soft pubes, Einan gripped Cornelius’s torso with the other hand to steady him. He lowered his head the couple of inches needed and pressed his mouth firmly to Cornelius’s lips. He swept his tongue past his mate’s lips, tasting the flavor of the dark beer he seemed to favor, the spicy kick of the ribs he must have eaten, and then, beneath all that, something all Cornelius’s own—a smooth buttery flavor that reminded Einan of his favorite candy—Worther’s