claim you since you sashayed up on that stage as if you owned the world and everyone else was only there to serve you.”
Denton blushed. The crocodile shifter was an intriguing combination of brash confidence and shy uncertainty. The stars would dim and tumble from the sky before Isaac tired of his complicated lover.
“You mean that?”
“Absolutely. Will you be my mate, Denton Stills?” Isaac asked. In the wild, pumas took what they wanted, but attacking Denton and biting him without warning could result in a crocodile mauling—something Isaac planned to avoid for the rest of his life, if possible.
“Yes.” Tears shone in Denton’s eyes. He ignored them in favor of kissing his mate. Denton agreed to be his!
Their kiss was a tangling of tongues and a meeting of breath as two strong personalities merged and became what the other person needed.
Isaac kissed, licked and nipped his way down Denton’s neck until he reached the juncture between shoulder and neck. “Are you sure?”
After that bite, the claiming mark, Denton could never be with another person again. “I will be your one and only for the rest of your life.”
Isaac had to be sure. He wouldn’t tie Denton to him until he knew they were both ready. He’d been ready since the first sight of the cocky guitarist, but he’d had lovers before. To be someone’s first and last was a position he never thought he’d find himself in.
“Make me yours,” Denton replied. His voice, strong and steady, had no hesitation, no doubt, nothing trembling in soft answer. Denton knew what he wanted and he wanted Isaac.
Isaac’s inner puma gave a victory howl. His mating teeth dropped and he chomped down on Denton’s shoulder.
“Oh, fuck!” Denton cursed. The filthy words pouring from Denton’s mouth hardened Isaac’s cock until he worried he’d spill before he sank into the hot body of his mate.
The connection between them flashed like a solar flare into Isaac’s mind. Denton’s emotions poured into him as if he was the only receptacle capable of accepting the overflow of his lover’s mind and body. Joy, love and a clawing need rushed through him, twisting and turning through his body until he didn’t know who had the original thought or emotion. Isaac cradled Denton close. He accepted everything as he accepted Denton as his own.
“I need to bite.” Denton’s words came out more of a hiss than a growl. Releasing the mauled flesh from between his teeth, Isaac lapped at the wound until the marks faded slightly and went from angry red to a paler, healthier tone.
Denton’s eyes had gone reptilian. Isaac shivered beneath the gator’s regard. Taking a deep breath, he bent down and tilted his head up, exposing his throat.
The hand Denton wrapped around the back of Isaac’s neck had more strength than he’d expect from the slim shifter, but then the human part no longer had control. Isaac focused on his mate—on Denton’s courage, his strength, and the big heart he gave away to his friends without hesitation.
“I’m yours,” Isaac promised. The bite, when it came, sliced through his skin with surprising ease and little pain. The connection between them jolted him for the second time that night. He’d heard of shifters who bonded together on a deeper level but he never thought he’d be one of them.
Keeping enough tension in his arms to hold himself up, Isaac relaxed into Denton’s embrace. After a long minute, Denton released his toothy hold on Isaac’s shoulder. He didn’t lick or soothe the wound.
Isaac raised an eyebrow. “Aren’t you going to heal me?”
“No,” Denton replied, his eyes still glowing their reptilian sheen. “I want you to remember that you’re mine with every breath you take.”
“I don’t think it’s something I’m going to forget,” Isaac soothed. He could feel the crocodile’s yearning to bite and bite again. Fortunately, Denton didn’t give in to his inner animal’s compulsions.
“Fuck me,
Denton blushed. The crocodile shifter was an intriguing combination of brash confidence and shy uncertainty. The stars would dim and tumble from the sky before Isaac tired of his complicated lover.
“You mean that?”
“Absolutely. Will you be my mate, Denton Stills?” Isaac asked. In the wild, pumas took what they wanted, but attacking Denton and biting him without warning could result in a crocodile mauling—something Isaac planned to avoid for the rest of his life, if possible.
“Yes.” Tears shone in Denton’s eyes. He ignored them in favor of kissing his mate. Denton agreed to be his!
Their kiss was a tangling of tongues and a meeting of breath as two strong personalities merged and became what the other person needed.
Isaac kissed, licked and nipped his way down Denton’s neck until he reached the juncture between shoulder and neck. “Are you sure?”
After that bite, the claiming mark, Denton could never be with another person again. “I will be your one and only for the rest of your life.”
Isaac had to be sure. He wouldn’t tie Denton to him until he knew they were both ready. He’d been ready since the first sight of the cocky guitarist, but he’d had lovers before. To be someone’s first and last was a position he never thought he’d find himself in.
“Make me yours,” Denton replied. His voice, strong and steady, had no hesitation, no doubt, nothing trembling in soft answer. Denton knew what he wanted and he wanted Isaac.
Isaac’s inner puma gave a victory howl. His mating teeth dropped and he chomped down on Denton’s shoulder.
“Oh, fuck!” Denton cursed. The filthy words pouring from Denton’s mouth hardened Isaac’s cock until he worried he’d spill before he sank into the hot body of his mate.
The connection between them flashed like a solar flare into Isaac’s mind. Denton’s emotions poured into him as if he was the only receptacle capable of accepting the overflow of his lover’s mind and body. Joy, love and a clawing need rushed through him, twisting and turning through his body until he didn’t know who had the original thought or emotion. Isaac cradled Denton close. He accepted everything as he accepted Denton as his own.
“I need to bite.” Denton’s words came out more of a hiss than a growl. Releasing the mauled flesh from between his teeth, Isaac lapped at the wound until the marks faded slightly and went from angry red to a paler, healthier tone.
Denton’s eyes had gone reptilian. Isaac shivered beneath the gator’s regard. Taking a deep breath, he bent down and tilted his head up, exposing his throat.
The hand Denton wrapped around the back of Isaac’s neck had more strength than he’d expect from the slim shifter, but then the human part no longer had control. Isaac focused on his mate—on Denton’s courage, his strength, and the big heart he gave away to his friends without hesitation.
“I’m yours,” Isaac promised. The bite, when it came, sliced through his skin with surprising ease and little pain. The connection between them jolted him for the second time that night. He’d heard of shifters who bonded together on a deeper level but he never thought he’d be one of them.
Keeping enough tension in his arms to hold himself up, Isaac relaxed into Denton’s embrace. After a long minute, Denton released his toothy hold on Isaac’s shoulder. He didn’t lick or soothe the wound.
Isaac raised an eyebrow. “Aren’t you going to heal me?”
“No,” Denton replied, his eyes still glowing their reptilian sheen. “I want you to remember that you’re mine with every breath you take.”
“I don’t think it’s something I’m going to forget,” Isaac soothed. He could feel the crocodile’s yearning to bite and bite again. Fortunately, Denton didn’t give in to his inner animal’s compulsions.
“Fuck me,
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