panted, Grio's sweet cock loosely held in his mouth, and he could feel Grio's laughter around his prick.
"Butthead." Well, that's what he tried to say. It came out, "bu-hea."
Grio pulled off his cock, laughter louder now that it wasn't muffled anymore. He slapped Grio's prick with his tongue, laughing right back. Grio pushed his cock in deeper, a ripple moving through the big body.
It was the easiest thing ever, to wrap his arms around Grio and pull him in, swallowing around that fine, fat prick. Groaning, Grio laid his head on Phoenix's thigh, each panting breath blowing hot against his cock and balls. Yes. Yes, that was it. His.
The thick cock continued to drip for him. Spreading his fingers, Phoenix touched his mate wherever he could.
Grio began undulating, cock pushing deep, then pulling up, then pushing in again. Eyes closed, he relaxed his throat, let Grio in. Grio's yowl sent a shiver of delight down his spine. Humping down again and again, Grio drove into him.
"Mate. Mate." The word was repeated, every time Grio pushed into his mouth, the strong hips finding a rhythm.
Yes. Mate. Mate.
The strength of Grio's thrusts increased, needy sounds filling the air. Phoenix tightened, swallowing hard.
Shouting, Grio pushed in deep, come pulsing out of his prick, and Phoenix drank Grio down, pulling to get every drop. Grio's sweet moans accompanied his swallows, and soft kisses landed on his thighs, on his balls.
He shivered, his body heavy with pleasure, with the urge to shift. "Grio..."
His mate pulled away from his mouth and moved to wrap around him, already furry by the time the big body circled his. That was all he needed, his body taking its other form easily. He chuffed softly, nuzzled Grio's whiskers.
One big paw landed on his head, Grio's rough tongue licking at his muzzle. He melted into the mattress, his chest rumbling with pleasure.
This tiger thing wasn't so bad. In fact, it was fun.
Chapter 5
Grio didn't like it. He didn't want Headquarters anywhere near his mate. He knew they wouldn't hurt Phoenix. They needed him. But that didn't mean they wouldn't try to snatch him.
Phoenix had just bought them coffee, but he waved it off, pacing next to the bench they were going to meet the boss at. He didn't like this. He didn't like it at all.
Phoenix was blossoming, laughing and relaxed, totally at ease. It was unnatural under the circumstances.
"Aren't you even a little bit nervous?"
"Nah. I've got you, coffee, and I've survived both meetings with my advisors this week."
"You put me first." It always made him smile, the way Phoenix did that.
"Always. You're mine."
And simple as that, Phoenix nailed it.
"I am." He'd never expected to belong to anyone. Especially not a royal. But he couldn't deny this and he didn't want to. It was scary telling the boss to go to hell, but he would continue to do it if he was called to--Phoenix took precedence in everything.
Grio saw the boss out of the corner of his eyes and he stiffened.
"Easy, love. We're in control." Phoenix's tone was low, soothing.
"He was my boss for a long time."
"He was. He'll come around. I have faith."
"I have faith in you." He would trust his mate.
Phoenix beamed at him, then stood to meet Nigel. "Hey there. How's it going?"
"I can't decide if you're stupid or just arrogant."
"Oh, I'm definitely not stupid." Phoenix smile disappeared and a soft warning growl sounded. "I suggest you be polite."
Grio relaxed. Phoenix so had this. He might be new to being a royal Saffron Tiger, but he wore it like a second skin.
Nigel's mouth tightened, then he took a very long breath and visibly relaxed. "My apologies. Your highness."
Phoenix nodded once, polite and sure. "Apology accepted." Then he waited.
Nigel didn't try to outwait Phoenix, obviously choosing to let their prince run with the meeting. Honestly, he had very little choice. "We were hoping you'd let us find you an appropriate match. We can make you very comfortable."
An
"Butthead." Well, that's what he tried to say. It came out, "bu-hea."
Grio pulled off his cock, laughter louder now that it wasn't muffled anymore. He slapped Grio's prick with his tongue, laughing right back. Grio pushed his cock in deeper, a ripple moving through the big body.
It was the easiest thing ever, to wrap his arms around Grio and pull him in, swallowing around that fine, fat prick. Groaning, Grio laid his head on Phoenix's thigh, each panting breath blowing hot against his cock and balls. Yes. Yes, that was it. His.
The thick cock continued to drip for him. Spreading his fingers, Phoenix touched his mate wherever he could.
Grio began undulating, cock pushing deep, then pulling up, then pushing in again. Eyes closed, he relaxed his throat, let Grio in. Grio's yowl sent a shiver of delight down his spine. Humping down again and again, Grio drove into him.
"Mate. Mate." The word was repeated, every time Grio pushed into his mouth, the strong hips finding a rhythm.
Yes. Mate. Mate.
The strength of Grio's thrusts increased, needy sounds filling the air. Phoenix tightened, swallowing hard.
Shouting, Grio pushed in deep, come pulsing out of his prick, and Phoenix drank Grio down, pulling to get every drop. Grio's sweet moans accompanied his swallows, and soft kisses landed on his thighs, on his balls.
He shivered, his body heavy with pleasure, with the urge to shift. "Grio..."
His mate pulled away from his mouth and moved to wrap around him, already furry by the time the big body circled his. That was all he needed, his body taking its other form easily. He chuffed softly, nuzzled Grio's whiskers.
One big paw landed on his head, Grio's rough tongue licking at his muzzle. He melted into the mattress, his chest rumbling with pleasure.
This tiger thing wasn't so bad. In fact, it was fun.
Chapter 5
Grio didn't like it. He didn't want Headquarters anywhere near his mate. He knew they wouldn't hurt Phoenix. They needed him. But that didn't mean they wouldn't try to snatch him.
Phoenix had just bought them coffee, but he waved it off, pacing next to the bench they were going to meet the boss at. He didn't like this. He didn't like it at all.
Phoenix was blossoming, laughing and relaxed, totally at ease. It was unnatural under the circumstances.
"Aren't you even a little bit nervous?"
"Nah. I've got you, coffee, and I've survived both meetings with my advisors this week."
"You put me first." It always made him smile, the way Phoenix did that.
"Always. You're mine."
And simple as that, Phoenix nailed it.
"I am." He'd never expected to belong to anyone. Especially not a royal. But he couldn't deny this and he didn't want to. It was scary telling the boss to go to hell, but he would continue to do it if he was called to--Phoenix took precedence in everything.
Grio saw the boss out of the corner of his eyes and he stiffened.
"Easy, love. We're in control." Phoenix's tone was low, soothing.
"He was my boss for a long time."
"He was. He'll come around. I have faith."
"I have faith in you." He would trust his mate.
Phoenix beamed at him, then stood to meet Nigel. "Hey there. How's it going?"
"I can't decide if you're stupid or just arrogant."
"Oh, I'm definitely not stupid." Phoenix smile disappeared and a soft warning growl sounded. "I suggest you be polite."
Grio relaxed. Phoenix so had this. He might be new to being a royal Saffron Tiger, but he wore it like a second skin.
Nigel's mouth tightened, then he took a very long breath and visibly relaxed. "My apologies. Your highness."
Phoenix nodded once, polite and sure. "Apology accepted." Then he waited.
Nigel didn't try to outwait Phoenix, obviously choosing to let their prince run with the meeting. Honestly, he had very little choice. "We were hoping you'd let us find you an appropriate match. We can make you very comfortable."
An
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