Illuminating His Bear by Charlie Richards

Chapter Seven

Zhaul stared up at Congo, surprise and anticipation thrumming through him in equal measure. Sharing his psyche with a giant panda bear, Zhaul was a pretty big guy with more than a little extra around the middle. He’d never been with anyone who could toss him around like that.

Of course, he’d never been with a shifter, either.

He found it arousing as hell. His cock throbbed as he watched Congo prowl onto the bed. Spotting the thick shaft jutting from his mate’s groin, his chute muscles clenched, but not from fear.

Anticipation screamed through Zhaul. He wanted his mate just as badly as Congo appeared to want him. The hunger burning in his lover’s dark eyes consumed every possible doubt.

“Love the way you’re looking at me,” Congo rumbled, his heated gaze narrowing. His lips curved into a sensuous smile as he rested his palms on Zhaul’s thighs. “Want to see what other expressions you make.”

When Zhaul felt Congo’s palms slide up the inside of his sensitive skin, the need in his gut intensified. Heat surged through his veins. In response to the pressure Congo applied to his inner thighs, Zhaul spread his legs wider, offering his mate more room.

“Where’s your lube, Zhaul?” Congo asked, teasing his thumbs through his pubic hair.

The tingles spreading through Zhaul’s groin from the teasing massage made finding his tongue difficult. Flailing one hand, he glanced toward the nightstand. Once he’d shifted, he’d been given a room in the old Victorian to recover. The gang had also supplied him with everything he could possibly want to see to his needs, including lube.

Congo levered to the side, reaching over to open the drawer and fish inside.

Unable to help himself, Zhaul reached up and rubbed his fingers over the side of Congo’s strong frame. He teased along his ribcage and over the delineated lines of his abdominals. When Congo drew back, he rested his weight on one elbow, so Zhaul moved his fingers to his chest, teasing around one nipple.

Congo groaned softly under Zhaul’s touch, drawing his gaze back to his face. His mate smiled as he watched Zhaul’s hand smoothing over him.

“Your tanned hand looks absolutely amazing against my dark flesh,” Congo rumbled before meeting Zhaul’s gaze. He waggled the bottle of lube he held. “Not open.”

Zhaul shrugged, feeling his cheeks heat a little. “Hadn’t yet felt the urge to jack off.”

Humming, Congo quickly opened the bottle. “Well, when you do.” He pinned Zhaul with a feral look. “I want to watch.”

Sucking in a sharp breath, Zhaul stared at Congo in surprise. “Y-You do?”

Congo nodded once, very slowly. “Oh, yes. I would love to see you play with your gorgeous cock.” He lowered his attention to Zhaul’s dick. “To learn how you like to be touched.” Pouring lube onto his palm, Congo added, “To know what pleases you most.”

Then Congo wrapped his greased palm around Zhaul’s erection and stroked in long, leisurely strokes—top to bottom and back again, swiping over his crown in the process.

Zhaul shuddered, staring, as he watched Congo fondle him. Sparks of dark pleasure coiled in his gut. Panting harshly, he felt his balls begin to tighten just from Congo levering over him and stroking his dick.

Maybe it was because he hadn’t had another man’s hand on his dick in over a year. Maybe it was because this was his mate. Either way, Zhaul felt himself riding the brink embarrassingly fast.

That didn’t stop him from wanting what Congo was so freely giving him.

“Oh, yessss,” Congo hissed, his dark eyes full of knowing. “You’re right there, aren’t you, baby?”

Snapping his gaze to Congo’s face, Zhaul saw the smug satisfaction filling his countenance. Unable—and unwilling—to lie to his mate, Zhaul jerked a nod. “Yeah.”

Congo slid his wet hand down and cupped Zhaul’s balls, squeezing and rolling experimentally.

Moaning, Zhaul spread his legs wider, offering more room, begging with his body for more. “O-Oh!” His testicles had always been sensitive, and for his mate to play with them without asking caused a squirt of pre-ejaculate to erupt from his dick.

“Damn, you’re sensitive,” Congo purred, sounding pleased as hell. “Could I get you off just like this, Zhaul?”

“Y-Yeah,” Zhaul managed to say, because it was the truth. He’d done it to himself many times, but this was his mate, whose touch was ten times better than his own.

“I want to see that,” Congo claimed, and his actions confirmed his words. He continued to gently roll Zhaul’s testicles, only to pause and squeeze them in a few rhythmic pumps before rolling them again. “I want to see your balls pull up and pour your seed all over your chest.”

Zhaul whined and shuddered. His cock leaked like a sieve, spilling seed over the side of his head to pool on his stomach. He was so close, but he couldn’t find his voice to tell Congo that. The stimulation to his nuts took his breath away.

“What would happen if I licked them, Zhaul?” Congo asked softly, gruffly. “Drew them into my mouth and sucked?”

Just the image was all Zhaul needed to fly over that precipice. With a shout of Congo’s name, he was there, soaring, watching his mate watch him as he poured his life essence all over himself in great bliss-inducing gouts. With Congo still teasing his testicles, Zhaul’s orgasm went on and on, his senses reeling, his eyes practically rolling to the back of his head as he rode the cloud of endorphins.

When Zhaul finally came back to himself, he noticed two things. First, Congo was crouched over him, licking his spend from his stomach. Second, his mate had at least two fingers in his ass.

“There you are, Zhaul,” Congo rumbled, barely pausing in his cleaning. His deep brown eyes practically glowed with pleasure. “That was truly the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.” His free hand rubbed over Zhaul’s hip and up his side. “My sexy mate.”

Zhaul moaned as he felt Congo massage his prostate while pressing another finger into him, stretching him wider. “Y-You’re the s-sexy one,” he managed to counter. “Miles of dark, muscled flesh.”

Congo grinned before sticking out his tongue and scooping up a particularly large glob. Then he leaned forward and pressed his lips to Zhaul’s. As Congo pushed his tongue into Zhaul’s mouth, sharing his seed, Zhaul moaned again, accepting the offering.

Breaking the kiss, Congo murmured, “You taste delicious. Knew you would.”

Zhaul watched wide-eyed and panting as Congo returned to his stomach, licked up more, only to come and share it with him again. Having never before tasted himself, Zhaul found his mate’s actions sexy and dirty in the most primitive of ways. He also couldn’t seem to get enough of it, happy to lick himself off Congo’s tongue each time he offered.

Finally, Congo seemed to be satisfied, for he rocked back to his knees. “You’re ready, my mate.”

Easing his fingers free of Zhaul’s body, Congo grabbed a pillow with his clean hand. Congo used his wet hand to grip Zhaul’s butt cheek and lift him, allowing him to shove the pillow under him, canting his hips upward.

Zhaul watched as Congo poured more lube onto his jutting erection. At the same time, his mate petted Zhaul’s groin, teasing his fingertips around the base of his still-hard dick, then down to use a thumb to tug at the rim of his hole, opening him a little. His mate’s focus seemed riveted to the sight of his waiting opening as he leisurely massaged his rod.

Clenching his anal muscles, Zhaul felt a rush of renewed arousal surge through him. His mate had to be eleven inches if he was an inch, and his girth was hefty. Zhaul knew the other bear shifter would split him wide open, and he couldn’t wait to feel it, to feel his mate in him, connected in such a primal way. Zhaul needed to feel it so damn badly, his mate fucking and taking him.

“Please,” Zhaul whispered, rocking his hips up invitingly. “Need you.”

Congo offered him a lazy smile full of heat. “Need me, my mate?” He tugged at Zhaul’s opening again before glancing pointedly at his own cock. “Need this?” Rocking his hips a little, Congo stroked himself. “Need my cock in you?”

Zhaul sucked in a harsh breath as he nodded eagerly. “So damn badly.”

“Then you’ll have me,” Congo told him.

As if that had been the permission Congo had been waiting on, he pointed his cock toward Zhaul’s opening. He eased forward on his knees a little at a time until his dick head kissed Zhaul’s stretched hole. With a grunt, Congo pushed, popping his wide head past Zhaul’s guardian muscle.

The stretch was intense, but the burn was mild, and just what Zhaul needed. “Oh, gods, Congo,” he muttered, clamping experimentally on his mate’s dick head. “So good.”

“Yeeeahhh,” Congo rumbled through gritted teeth, his smile appearing feral. “Do that. Milk my knob. Show me how much you want the rest of me in you, buried deep.”

Zhaul wouldn’t have been able to stop even if he’d wanted to. His anal walls seemed to obey without his control. Over and over, he squeezed his mate’s huge cock head.

As Zhaul did that, he watched Congo’s chest heave with barely leashed need. His mate stared at where they were joined, a feral smile curving his lips. His nostrils flared, and a bead of sweat dripped down his temple.

After what felt like a damn eternity, Congo finally flipped his attention to Zhaul’s face. His eyes seemed to be lit with some inner glow, and he peered at him hungrily. Holding Zhaul’s gaze, Congo slid his palms under Zhaul’s ass cheeks, gripping one in each hand.

Congo squeezed and lifted, drawing Zhaul toward him, pulling him onto his cock.

Zhaul felt himself slide across the bed as his passage opened, stretching further than he thought possible, as Congo speared him on his dick. Once fully seated—Congo’s groin flushed to Zhaul’s ass—Congo moved his hands to Zhaul’s hips. He pulled him even tighter to his lap, not letting him move, just experiencing the stretch of being seated on Congo’s long, thick erection.

Tipping back his head, closing his eyes, Congo let out a long, ragged moan. Ecstasy creased his features, telling Zhaul he was reveling in the sensation of being buried in Zhaul as deeply as he could go. His chest heaved with his harsh breaths.

Mesmerized, Zhaul couldn’t tear his gaze away from the blissful expression on Congo’s dark features.

Finally, Congo opened his eyes and met his gaze. A warm smile curved his lips. He let out a long, slow breath.

“You feel… amazing, my mate,” Congo whispered, his voice husky, full of arousal and satisfaction at the same time. Still sporting that same happy smile, Congo lowered his gaze to where he impaled Zhaul. For another few heartbeats, he stared once more. Then he lifted his attention to Zhaul again. This time a bear-like grin spread across his face, showing lots of teeth. “I’m going to be right here”—he rocked his hips a bit to emphasize his point, jostling his dick in Zhaul’s ass and causing a riot of tingles to erupt through his inner flesh—”a lot.”

Panting, the need for Congo to move surging through him, Zhaul whispered, “Gods, yes, please. Anytime.”

“My mate.”

Then, finally, Congo began to move.