Death's Mate - C.W. Gray

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Valentine Philbert woke up reluctantly. He kept his eyes closed. His mate’s warm, naked body was tangled with his own, and Val still ached a little from their earlier round of lovemaking.

He felt Verion’s lips and teeth nibbling his chin and slowly smiled. “It’s not time to get up yet.”

Verion grunted softly, then pulled the blankets off them and slid down Val’s body, lips trailing over Val’s muscled chest and soft belly.

Val’s eyes popped open, and he sucked in a deep breath as his dick stirred. “You don’t have to–”

His mate sucked one of Val’s heavy balls into his mouth, and Val’s words turned into a groan.

Verion stroked Val’s suddenly hard length, then swirled his tongue around the head.

Gods, how did I live without this for so long? Val thought, mind racing as his heart beat faster.

Val wrapped his fingers around the rails of the headboard when Verion changed his angle, taking more of Val’s dick into his mouth. His muscles tensed, and his clawed fingertips cut into the wood frame of the bed.

Val was vaguely aware of his control snapping. He growled as he released the headboard and pulled his dick from Verion’s mouth before flipping their bodies. “Want inside you.”

He pinned Verion to the bed, his claws digging lightly into Verion’s hips. The scratches healed almost instantly, and his mate’s pale white skin glistened in the filtered station light from the window, unblemished.

Verion’s stark white skin and pale white hair should have been too colorless to appeal. The full black eyes watching him with hunger should have been even more off-putting. All were signs that a creature of unimaginable power lived in Verion Morrick’s body.

Val found everything about his mate irresistible. My beautiful Veri, Val thought in bemusement, sending a quick thanks to the gods that had deemed them soul mates.

He cupped Verion’s ass almost reverently and placed several tiny, gentle bites on each cheek, careful of his fangs. Just because his mate could heal instantly, didn’t mean he liked to hurt him. He slid his fingers through Verion’s crease and found his hole.

Val grabbed the lube on the bedside table and slowly stretched Verion’s ass, using one finger, then two, then three.

Verion groaned and arched his back, pumping his hips as he rode Val’s fingers.

After a moment, Val leaned over and nibbled the back of Verion’s neck. “Love you.” He bit down hard and thrust into Verion’s ass.

Verion cried out hoarsely and buried his hands in the blankets as Val pounded into him.

Val growled and gripped Verion’s hips, half lifting from the bed. He angled Verion’s body so his dick hit just the right spot.

“Valentine,” Verion moaned, voice breaking apart when Val’s dick hit his prostate again. He cried out and came all over the sheets.

Val smiled in satisfaction and bit into Verion’s neck again, letting his body take over as he found his own release deep in his mate’s ass.

He pulled Verion up and held him against his chest as his heartbeat slowed, and their bodies stopped shaking. Val buried his face in the crook of Verion’s neck and breathed in his familiar earthy scent.

Val had grown up on an industrial planet. In those days, Union Station had very few plants or trees, but there had been one small park within walking distance of his home. He remembered the smell of oak moss and how it had completely entranced him.

Verion’s smell was so similar, it instantly brought a smile to Val’s face. My mossy mate.

He rolled them to the other side of the bed, making sure Verion’s body stayed well away from the wet spot. Val curled around his mate’s smaller body and kissed the tip of Verion’s slightly pointed ear. “Love you, Veri. Get some sleep, mate.”

Verion’s body softened against him as he fell asleep holding Val’s arm to his chest.

Val tried to stay awake. Moments like this were his favorite. When they were alone, they were just Val and Veri. They weren’t a station maintenance man and a brilliant scientist possessed by the Crellic Element Death.

That’s a mouthful, Val thought, fighting a yawn. He hadn’t known Verion before he’d died then been resurrected as Death/Verion. All he knew was his mate as he was now–a beautiful, slightly prickly man that loved his family and friends. Don’t need to know more than that.

Val fell asleep, mind full of oak moss and heated black eyes.

When he woke again, the bed was empty. As usual.

Val sighed and sat up, rubbing his eyes. Verion never stayed the whole night.