Chumming with a Great White - Charlie Richards Page 0,9
He wanted to open those jeans and—
“What’s it mean when you say I’m your mate?”
Eban yanked his brain out of the gutter. He jerked his focus back to Graham’s face. The human he soon hoped to make his lover stared at him intently. His eyes were narrowed, and his face remained a bit flushed, betraying his arousal as much as his scent.
“Did Price tell you what a beloved is?” Eban asked.
Graham shook his head.
Struggling with where to start, Eban decided to jump right in the middle. “A fated mate to a shifter is the one person they can bond with, twine their lives with, and spend the rest of their days caring for, pleasing, and doing everything they can to keep them happy and healthy.” He hesitated for an instant, then added, “You asked if Cuzco was a paranormal. The answer is yes. He’s a shifter, too, and your brother is his mate. They’ve bonded, have twined their life-threads, and will remain devoted to each other for the next several hundred years.”
Blowing out a breath through pursed lips, Graham held Eban’s gaze. “Sooooo... you want me for your mate. Your spouse.”
Since it wasn’t a question, Eban didn’t comment with more than a nod.
“How do you decide on a mate?” Graham asked curiously. “And how does one bond?”
Eban smiled, appreciating that Graham wasn’t freaking out on him. “Although we would have been attracted to each other regardless, Fate chooses our ideal mate.” With a lascivious wink, he added, “Fate just happens to ramp up our desire when we meet him or her.” Sliding his hands up Graham’s thighs, Eban dug his fingertips into the crease of his groin. “And a paranormal’s mate’s libido will increase, urging him or her to accept his soul’s other half.”
Clearing his throat before swallowing hard enough to cause his Adam’s apple to bob, Graham mumbled, “Okay.” He rested his hands on Eban’s wrists and held on tightly. “And bonding?”
“A paranormal male will make love to his mate, giving him or her as much pleasure as possible.” Eban couldn’t control how his voice grew husky with his desire as he envisioned doing just that. “Then, I will spill in you and sink my teeth into your neck.” Reaching up, Eban touched Graham’s neck. “You will orgasm from it... every time.”
“Huh,” Graham murmured, tipping his head to the side, offering him more room. “That doesn’t sound too bad. Haven’t had an orgasm in a long damn time.”
Growling low in his throat, Eban whispered, “How many orgasms must I promise you in order to convince you to come to bed with me?”
Graham chuckled huskily, a small smile twitching the corners of his lips. “I’m pretty sure this doesn’t have anything to do with orgasms. I—”
The sound of someone knocking on the door drew Eban’s attention. Gritting his teeth, he drew away from his mate. “Just a second.”
Eban rose to his feet and crossed to the door. He inhaled deeply and recognized the scent of Westram, one of their enforcers. Opening the door, he arched a brow in silent question.
“Alpha Kaiser asked me to swing by,” Westram told him, rubbing the back of his neck. “Something about a letter?”
Knowing how distracted Westram had become over the last couple of weeks, Eban cut the longnosed saw-shark shifter some slack. The poor man was still trying to convince Noah—a friend of Alpha Kaiser’s mate, Arthur—that his interest was sincere. One wrong comment, coupled with Dare hooking up with Noah’s friend, Jacob, along with an unhealthy past relationship, and Westram was having a damn difficult time wooing his mate.
“Yeah. Let me get it.” Eban turned back and spotted how Graham had pulled a throw blanket that had been on the back of the sofa over his lap. While he planned to ask about that, he crossed to the coffee table where he’d left the letter. “Do you have a bag, Westram?”
After seeing his enforcer shake his head, Eban changed direction and crossed to the kitchen. “Where are your plastic bags, Graham?” he called as he started to open cupboard doors.
“I think the kind you’re looking for are in the narrow cupboard to the left of the refrigerator.”
Eban opened the indicated cupboard and spotted the boxes stacked on top of each other. After a quick read-through of the labels, he pulled out a carton holding quart-sized baggies. He pulled one out, then returned the box and closed the door.
Placing the letter and envelope in the bag, then sealing it, Eban returned to Westram who