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  "Good, tonight we will claim one another, the time has come, but for now, I want to explore you," Chase said, leaned over, and kissed him. He pulled his head firmly toward him, letting him know that he wanted him badly.

  Crispin moaned into his mouth and then opened his lips, allowing Chase to explore his mate's mouth. The kiss deepened and they dueled with their tongues, both seeming to fight for the best angle.

  When Chase pulled back and saw Crispin's eyes, he should’ve been scared shitless. They turned yellow with a little brownish tint. They seemed to glow at him, and then Crispin made a strange noise. If he had time to think, Chase would have compared it to a growl and a purr at the same time.

  Crispin captured his lips again and leaned forward, forcing him back against the cushions in the couch. He wasn’t quite sure how it happened, but the next thing he knew; he was lying on the couch with Crispin sprawled on top of him. They were about the same size, so they fit perfectly together. Chase felt Crispin grind his cock against his thigh, and he reached down and grabbed his ass, pulling him closer.

  The man was sex on a stick, and he was ready to lick him up. Chase pushed back a little and pulled Crispin's shirt up and flung it off. He ran his hands across his chest and sighed when he felt the rippling muscles. Crispin held so much power; he could feel it under his hands as he smoothed them over his chest. He pushed him until they lay side-by-side, and then Chase moved down a little and captured Crispin’s nipple in his mouth.

  Crispin groaned and held the back of his head. "Ah, yeah, you feel so good. I have never felt like this before with anyone. I’m so lucky to have found you."

  Chase smiled and then nipped at his skin and looked up. "I need you."

  Crispin pulled at Chase's shirt until they were chest to chest and Crispin said, "I give you all that I am, and all that you want me to be, forever."

  It was the ending of the Wizard-mating poem, Chase groaned when he realized his mate already knew what needed to be said.

  Chase put his forehead against Crispin and inhaled the man's scent. Ryker told him when he was young that it was how Shifters told each other apart. Chase could never understand it until right at that moment. Crispin smelled like Christmas morning, the evergreen of the tree and the sweet cinnamon. He leaned in, kissed him slowly, and felt him run his hands down his back, exploring him.

  Suddenly, Chase felt the impatience of feeling Crispin's naked form against his, and he moved his hands down and began to undress both of them at the same time. First unbuttoning his pants and then doing the same to Crispin. He kicked off his shoes and then used his own feet to help Crispin remove his sandals.

  Slowly, but easily, their clothes began to fall off them while they kissed each other and murmured encouraging words at the same time.

  When they were finally naked, Chase let out a breath of relief, pulled Crispin back over him, and just felt. He explored his back and hips, his chest and ass. He felt his growing erection against his own stomach. He was almost afraid to look down because of the size he was feeling. Shit, the man was hung like a bear. Chase wanted to laugh at his own joke, but the feelings he was having prevented him from even taking a deep breath, let alone form two words together.

  Crispin looked into Chase’s eyes, “Would you like to move this to the bedroom?”

  “I’d like that a lot,” Chase answered.

  Crispin stood up and then reached out a hand to Chase. They walked together down the hall, kissing and touching each other along the way. When they walked into the bedroom and Crispin saw the gigantic bed, he goggled at it. Chase saw his amazement and said with a leer, “I like a lot of room to maneuver.”

  Chase squeezed his ass and gave him a smacking kiss. Turning back to the bed, he took a running jump and dived into the bed. Looking back at Crispin, he said, “Come over here sexy, I really need to suck you off in this bed.”

  At that remark, Crispin made another growly purr in his throat. “Then I’m going to suck you off at the same time.” And he leapt on to the bed in one bound. He positioned himself on his left side in a sixty-nine position from Chase and grabbed Chase’s cock in his right hand. He immediately began licking down the sides to lubricate the movements of his hand.

  Chase groaned at the feeling of Crispin going down on him, and he was pleased to hear some groaning coming from Crispin as well. He had been a swimmer in school and could hold his breath for almost two minutes, so he immediately took in as much of his mate’s cock as he could and then swallowed once, then twice, deep-throating him. He knew Crispin loved it, and he loved the way Crispin purred around his own cock.

  It seemed like they were both on the same page because they each pulled at the other's balls to starve off coming, making the moment last. Then he felt Crispin reaching between his legs and rimming his back hole. Damn that felt good. He decided to copy Crispin's actions and see if he could find his mates internal happy spot. Within moments both of them were trying desperately to hold off, to make the wonderful feelings last. They couldn’t and they both felt the tingling at the base of their spines, they started thrusting into each other’s mouths.

  Chase felt Crispin starting to come just as he was and took the deepest breath he could, so he could deep throat Crispin again just as he began to lose it. He wanted to know what Crispin tasted like. Then they were both coming, with groans, moans, and growls.

  "I have never come that hard before," Crispin whispered as he fell over on his back.

  Chase chuckled deeply and said, "Me neither."

  "Give me a few minutes to recover, and we can have the bottom and top discussion.” He heard Chase chuckle at that. “What time do we have to be in the foyer dressed?”

  Chase leaned over and looked at the time, “We have about four hours before we are due to be in place.”

  "Perfect, until then I’ll make do with thirty minutes of snuggling. We’ll prove that not all men fall into a stupor after getting their rocks off,” Crispin said and kissed him.

  Chase laughed outright—life was good!

  Chapter Six

  They all arrived in the foyer to have their formal dinner. Everyone dressed in their traditional clothes of their Stratum. Chase had to admit, his mate was fuckin’ hot in his black tuxedo and formal sash of his Stratum. If only they had a bit more time.

  The rest of the Kings arrived in similar attire, just in different colors. Crispin grinned when Blake and Ian appeared. They apparently were in a hurry as well, since Ian was tucking in his shirt as they walked.

  Logan rolled his eyes and then nodded to his father.

  “We are so pleased to have you all join us for this meal before hand, if you will all follow me, we will be dining in the Great Hall tonight,” Ryker said. The Royal Wizard Family led the way.

  Crispin noticed that Sasha was not very happy about something, and she kept glancing back at the Fae King and his Second. Crispin watched as the Fae King held out a hand, as if to ask Sasha to escort her into the dining hall. Traditionally, when one Royal asked another to be their escort, they bowed to one another and linked arms. Crispin put a hand over his mouth and chuckled when Sasha glared at the King, swung around, and stalked off.

  He wondered if they we having troubles with transporting some of his Warriors. Shaking off the thought, he looked around. The table was beautifully set, and Ian’s parents were already in the room, waiting to greet the Kings, as was tradition.

  Crispin and Chase waited and when they stepped up to the couple, Sabrina brushed her cheek across his and then tuned her head down as if she was honoring his title. He grinned and purred his acceptance.

  Dinner consisted of foods from every Stratum. It was interesting to see what everyone ate, although Crispin passed on the Troll dish, it looked a bit like mush with leaves in it. His rare meat was fabulous, as was the Wizards Flan dessert. Everyone talked and laughed, the evening was very enjoyable. Even with the Trolls making disgusting noises.

  The Ball was set to begin and they all waited while Ryker a
nd Bria went out to introduce them. A formality needed to happen. As they began to introduce the Kings, Chase leaned into him and asked, “How did you ask them to introduce us?”

  Crispin held his breath, maybe he had been presumptuous, he thought when Ryker asked him to include Chase as the King’s New Consort. He looked at his mate and whispered, “King’s Consort.”

  “Good, wanted to make sure we were on the same page, big guy!” Chase grinned and looked forward.

  They were going to be fine, Crispin thought and then waited. He grabbed his mate’s hand and felt the spark of mating appear. Tonight would be their first night as mates. Nothing was going to ruin it.

  Chase and Crispin dance and talked until they could not take it anymore; they snuck off quietly with Bria and Sabrina smiling at their back as they went.

  Crispin smiled as they walked back to their rooms. Tonight had been perfect. Dancing and drinking with their friends. It was the perfect evening, but there was more to come.

  The Alpha patted his pocket to make sure the ring was still in there. When they entered Chase’s room, he heard his mate gasp. He had asked Bria to see if one of her Wizards could spell the room. He wanted it to look like his Palace suite in the Shifter Stratum. She had done an amazing job with his description.

  “It is a spell, it will wear off by morning, but I wanted you to see what your new home will be like if you accept the mating call,” Crispin said smoothly.

  “Wow, this is so cool,” Chase smiled. “We have a pool table in the suite?”

  “Of course, we aren’t barbarians,” Crispin laughed.

  “It could have been a dirty hut and I would still have said yes,” Chase whispered.

  Crispin led Chase to the bedroom and laughed when Chase commented about the televisions. He had several, to watch sporting events. However, when Chase turned he went down on one knee. Trent told him what to do.

  Crispin pulled out the box that had been burning a hole in his pocket. He smiled and asked, “Would you do me the honor of becoming my mate?”

  “Oh, hell, yeah!” Chase said as he looked into Crispin’s eyes, not at the ring he was holding.

  Crispin laughed and grabbed his mate’s hand. He slid on the silver and platinum ring he had made. He loved how much Chase wanted him. It was the one thing he couldn’t fake and couldn’t hide. Pushing upward until his lips were just a breath from Chase’s ear, he palmed the man’s rigid flesh and squeezed. “I want you,” he murmured seductively.

  Chase groaned softly as his hips jerked, pushing his cock into his mate’s hips. “I can’t think when you do that.”

  Tracing the outer shell of Chase’s ear with his tongue, Crispin continued moving his hand lazily over his body. Crispin pulled at his coat and they separated long enough for them to get undressed. Both men watching as the other threw their clothes into the corner. They were too hot for each other to go slow. Chase grabbed Crispin, pulled him back against his naked form, and kissed him deeply before Crispin broke off and once again trailed kisses to his ear.

  He reached down between them this time and grasped Chase’s already hard cock into his hand. Chase pushed into his hand and then did the same to his mate.

  Crispin sucked Chase’s lobe into his mouth and bit lightly while dipping his thumb into the slit of Chase’s cock simultaneously. The deep shudder he received from his partner made him smile as he moved his own hard cock against Chase’s hand.

  Chase had gotten a taste of the passion that lurked inside his man, and he’d known instantly that he’d never be able to get enough of it. “Fuck me, Crispin.”

  “Bed,” Crispin said practically, though, he sounded a bit breathless.

  If he could think in terms of practicality, then Chase obviously wasn’t doing his job correctly. Chase guided him to the bed and then pushed him back. They landed in a tangle of arms and legs laughing at one another.

  Crispin smiled and kissed him deeply again, while Chase pushed and moved until he got the covers pulled back, throwing them over the two of them as they settled on the large pillows that apparently Crispin had in his own room.

  Chase relaxed into the kiss once more. They explored each other, and took their time until both of them were breathless with anticipation. Shimmying beneath the covers quickly before the man could protest, grabbed his dripping cock by the base, and wrapped his lips around the engorged head. Salty and a little bitter, Crispin’s pre-cum burst over his taste buds, and he moaned longingly around the flesh in his mouth.

  Crispin’s thighs bunched and his hips flexed, pushing his cock further into Chase’s mouth while his hands found their way beneath the blanket to tangle in his hair. It was a start, but Chase was determined to make the man lose control.

  Employing every trick in his arsenal, he began a steady rhythm of hand, tongue, lips, and even a light scrape of his teeth until his whole world centered on the gorgeous cock nudging against the back of his throat. He could hear Crispin’s heavy breathing, feel his cock pulse against his tongue, and taste the increased flow of pre-cum.

  Suddenly, the cover was whipped away, and Chase found himself on his back with Crispin hovering over him before he even knew what was happening. Two slick fingers found their way between his cheeks. Without preliminaries, they pushed right in to his hungry, quivering hole. He guessed Crispin had found the little gift he’d left under his pillow. Just call me the lube fairy.

  “Is this what you wanted?” Crispin growled into his ear. He pumped hard and fast before adding a third finger. His mouth crashed down on Chase’s, rough and demanding, muffling his cries of pleasure.

  Then those long, talented fingers were gone, leaving Chase feeling empty and needy. Before he could protest, though, Crispin jerked his leg up, winding it around his hip, and pushed into his loosened hole in one swift plunge. Chase barely noticed the burn as his body exploded, a maelstrom of intense pleasure battering against him.

  Sucking his bottom lip between his teeth, he bit down until he tasted blood so as not to scream at the ecstasy overwhelming him. He’d never been filled so completely before. His inner walls stretched and strained, wrapping around Crispin’s invading length and squeezing. Instead of pulling out, Crispin grinded his pelvis against Chase’s, rocking his hips in small, tiny nudges that sent Chase out of his mind at the unrelenting prodding of his prostate.

  It was too much. There was absolutely no way one person could experience as much pleasure as he was receiving and still live. So, he did what anyone in his position would do. He grabbed Crispin around the neck, jerked him down so their lips met once more, and begged for more.

  Their damp bodies slid together, rubbing his aching cock between their abs and setting his blood on fire. Each time Crispin pushed forward, Chase arched up to meet him. When his lover retreated, Chase contracted his muscles, trying to keep him inside.

  Still buried to the root inside, Crispin wrapped Chase in his arms and sat back on his heels, pulling him into his lap. One arm stayed around Chase’s waist while the other fisted in his hair, pulling his head back on his shoulders and exposing his neck. With his center of gravity shifted and having no leverage, Crispin had little choice but to curl himself around his mate and accept every glorious thing he did to him.

  That strong, muscled arm tightened around his hips, lifting him easily and dropping him over Crispin’s slick cock, impaling him over and over until Chase could barely breathe. Crispin’s teeth grazed down the curve of his throat. His tongue glided back up the same path, soothing the slight sting.

  Their warm, panted breath mingled as they undulated together in the dark, each chasing his orgasm. Chase clutched at his lover’s slick shoulders, digging his fingers in and dragging them down Crispin’s back. Crispin responded by thrusting hard and jerking Chase down on his cock while his long, strangled groan vibrated against the side of Crispin’s neck.

  Their pace quickened, the need for release too great to be ignored any longer. When his spine tingled and his cock swelled, heralding his impe
nding climax, Crispin grabbed a fistful of Chase’s hair and slammed their lips together. Releasing his hold on his partner’s back, he reached between them and palmed his throbbing cock, jerking himself in lightning-fast strokes as he moaned and whimpered into Crispin’s open mouth.

  Just when he thought he couldn’t last for another second, Crispin yanked his mouth away and gave him the final push over the edge. “Come for me, Chase.” A finger slid down his crease and curled, pushing into his clenching hole alongside Crispin’s cock, and fireworks exploded behind Crispin’s closed eyelids.

  His next breath caught in his chest, and he shuddered hard as hot, sticky ropes of cream splashed between them, covering Crispin’s clenching abs. Pumping fast and shallow through his own release, Crispin clutched Chase to him and growled as he filled Chase’s tunnel with reams of molten lava.

  Crispin put his lips to his throat again and bit down and marked Chase, his mate groaned and said, “Yes.”

  Chase felt another orgasm rise and release again as Crispin purred into his neck. Chase began the Wizard mating. At the beginning he felt his mate’s cock get hard again inside him, and when they finished he exploded again groaning.

  Neither of them moved for a long time afterward, content to just sag together while they tried to catch their breath and slow their heart rates. “Do you think anyone heard us?” Crispin asked, though he sounded completely unconcerned about the answer.

  “I don’t care.” Chase winced as he felt Crispin’s cock slip from his hole and cum dripped down the backs of his thighs. He really hadn’t thought this out very well. The bathroom was on the other side of the room, and he was going to have to parade naked right past the sofas to get to it. Giving in to the inevitable, he sighed and climbed out of Crispin’s lap. “Let’s get cleaned up.”

  “I’ll wait here. Just bring me back a washcloth.”

  “Asshole,” Chase shot back.