Banded Brothers 03 - To Enchant An Eagle by Amber Kell Read Free Book Online

my surprise.”
“If your surprise has anything to do with your mouth on my erection, don’t let me stop you. Come show me what you can do.”
Eaton pulled the blanket down farther, revealing Marty’s thick cock filling and rising to greet him. “Part of you isn’t sleepy,” he commented.
“I sensed you coming closer. How can I rest when I know you are near but not beside me?” Marty asked.
Careful of Marty’s legs, Eaton climbed onto the mattress and settled between them. “Let me know if I do something you don’t like. I’ve never done this before,” Eaton warned.
“Never? You mean you are completely untouched?”
Marty’s tone had Eaton glancing up at his mate. “What did you think virgin meant?”
“Well, I figured you would’ve at least experimented. Maybe touched someone else.” Marty’s hand wrapped
Eaton shook his head. “Unlike other shifters, the first person I have sex with will be the one I bond with. Eagles imprint on their first lover. I’ve always been careful who I touch.”
“So if you had sex with someone other than me, you would’ve been their mate?” Marty asked, a low growl rumbled in his voice.
“No. Just because we bonded wouldn’t necessarily mean you were my mate. Some eagles actually find their mates after they already bond with someone else. Which is why eagle shifters are so rare. Those meetings usually end with someone dying,” Eaton explained.
“No wonder you’re so careful.” Marty slid his fingers through Eaton’s hair. “You don’t have to worry about that, love. I’m positive we’re mates.”
Relief rushed through Eaton. He’d heard so many horror stories when he was younger that he’d been afraid to be involved with anyone. However, he’d been unable to get Marty out of his mind after their first meeting. He used to think maybe it was Marty’s bad boy image, but in reality, it was the man himself. Marty cared about his people, and he might have a tough biker gang reputation, but he always watched out for his flock.
Eaton licked the tip of Marty’s cock. His lover’s flavor exploded across his tongue, sticky with a bit of sweetness and bitter. “Do all men taste the same?” Eaton asked.
Marty shrugged. “I wouldn’t know. I’m not much for sucking cock.”
“Oh.” Eaton sat back on his heels. “Would you rather I don’t…”
He’d assumed all men liked oral sex, but maybe he’d been mistaken.
“No, honey, you can suck me all you want. It isn’t my favorite thing to do, but I will definitely make an exception for my mate when I’m healed.”
Eaton would address Marty’s healing after he figured out what to do. Wrapping a hand around Marty’s erection, he lapped at the liquid oozing from the slit. He kept that up for several minutes until curiosity had him wrapping his mouth around the tip and giving it a tentative suck.
“Don’t tease an injured man,” Marty scolded.
Eaton responded by sucking harder. He held Marty’s hips in a firm grip to keep the hawk shifter from moving and possibly hurting himself further. Marty had more muscle mass, but with his injuries, Eaton had strength on his side.
“More, babe, just a little more.”
Eaton had one more trick to show Marty. He wasn’t the college hot dog eating champion for nothing. It had a lot to do with his complete lack of a gag reflex. Without pausing, he swallowed Marty down, letting his throat caress the long cock.
“Oh, fuck.” Liquid spurted down Eaton’s throat. He pulled back a little to allow some of the liquid to land on his tongue. He wanted the essence of his lover. Marty’s cock softened beneath Eaton’s attention, and he slowly let his mate slip from his mouth.
Eaton rubbed Marty’s hips where he would undoubtedly have bruises. “Better?”
Marty nodded, a languid smile crossed his lips. “For a newbie, you did an amazing job.”
“I’m glad you approve. Does that mean I get the position?”
“Once I’m healed, you can do any position you want,” Marty