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  Connor’s room was lit up by the sun coming in through the window, leaves from the tree out back tinting it green. The dark décor and warm brown covers on the bed were like the ground. It was their very own pack land. And he and Connor were their very own pack.

  He laid Connor gently on the bed. “Mine.” He said it softly, gently -- he didn’t want to scare Connor off; he wouldn’t be whole without this man.

  Connor didn’t balk, though, didn’t run. He just laughed and held out his arms. “Come get me then, Dayton. Come get what’s yours.”

  So he did.

  Lightning Crashes

  Connor could feel the power of the moment as Dayton all but tore his clothes off. He’d felt the change when Dayton had howled downstairs, felt something shift, bring them together in a way he didn’t understand and couldn’t explain, but the he felt, knew, deep inside himself.

  He worked Dayton’s clothes off with equal fervor, moaning as the hair-covered chest was revealed. Running his hands over Dayton’s chest, he reveled in the hard muscles that begged for his touch.

  Dayton soon had him naked, his prick hard and reaching up against his belly, kissing it with wet need. Bending, Dayton licked at his pre-come, licked at the tip of his cock. Connor cried out, hands going to Dayton’s head. He held on as the licks covered his whole cock and then continued down to wash his balls. Dayton’s mouth was so hot and the licks felt so good, better than anything he’d ever experienced. Ever. Even in his imagination.

  Just when he thought it couldn’t get better, Dayton spread his legs and that hot tongue lapped at his hole.

  Connor screamed. When his shout was answered by another howl from Dayton, he convulsed, pleasure almost like an orgasm going through him.

  “Dayton. Oh, God.” He didn’t know how else to put it.

  Then Dayton’s tongue pushed into him, spread him and wriggled inside. Nerve endings that had never known such a touch exploded into life, and Connor shook with the power of the pleasure.

  He began panting Dayton’s name, over and over. It was like Dayton was making magic with his body, and the man was a master magician.

  He threw his head from side to side, fists opening and closing in the sheets. He only stopped when Dayton’s hands cupped his head, stilling his restless, needful movements.

  “Connor. Love. Mate.”

  Connor whimpered at the words, his body bucking, wanting more.

  “Shh. Listen a moment. I don’t have any condoms.”

  Damn it. He whimpered. “I don’t either.”

  “It’s okay, though. My kind -- we can’t get diseases, we can’t pass them on.”

  “Really?”

  Dayton nodded.

  “Then we don’t need condoms.” He reached for Datyon, but the man stayed out of reach. “What?” he whined.

  “I’ve never done it without a condom before because, if we do this, if I put my scent inside you, then you’re mine. My mate. For life.”

  “Oh...” He liked the sound of that. He liked knowing Dayton had never gone this far with anyone else, that he himself was, while not a virgin, not exactly experienced. They’d kind of been waiting for each other.

  Dayton waited for more, looking down at him, brow furrowed.

  Opening his arms, he bucked up again. “Come on, then. Make me your mate.”

  Growling, Dayton brought their mouths together, his kiss wild, driving Connor’s need higher. He wrapped his legs around Dayton’s waist again, tugging, wanting more, needing it.

  More growls filled the air as Dayton shifted, his hard, hot cock pressing against Connor’s entrance. It made Connor whimper and he pulled with his legs again. “Come on!”

  Come on, Dayton did, the hard cock pushing in, stretching him so wide. The burn was better than he would have thought and it quickly eased into incredible warmth that soon was the most pleasure he’d ever felt.

  Putting his own head back, Connor felt this sound rip out of him. It was suspiciously like a howl, and Dayton answered it, was right there for him as their bodies came together in hard thrusts. The slap and bump of their skin filled the air, along with the noises they both made.

  The pleasure built, making his balls tight, his cock harder than it had ever been. Then, without a touch to it, Connor came. Another howl ripped out of him, and again Dayton answered it, their voices ringing together.

  Heat filled him deep, deep inside, and then Dayton collapsed onto him and they panted, their breath mingling as they nuzzled.

  “Wow,” he said softly. “That was. Wow.”

  Dayton kissed the side of his neck, cock sliding out of his body.

  “You...”

  “What?” Dayton asked, nudging him when he didn’t continue.

  “That stuff about mates and life. That wasn’t just to get me into bed, was it?”

  Growling softly, Dayton tugged him in close, burying them both in the covers. “Just try and get away. You’re mine now.”

  “Oh. Okay, good.”

  Maybe he should have been a little concerned that the local bad boy thought they belonged together for life after just one shared orgasm. But then he would have to be concerned about himself, too, because he felt exactly the same way.

  And in the End

  Dayton woke alone, but his mate’s scent was all around him, so he opened his eyes slowly, stretched, his hand going to the empty place on the bed next to him. Still warm. Connor hadn’t been up for long.

  A moment later he caught the spice and sugar and male scent that was his lover. And chocolate.

  Connor was bringing him hot chocolate in bed. The man truly was his mate.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental and beyond the intent of either the author or the publisher.

  Of Cocoa and Men

  SPICE IT UP

  An imprint of Torquere Press Publishers

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  Copyright Ó 2011 by Vic Winter

  Cover illustration by Alessia Brio

  Published with permission

  ISBN: 978-1-61040-185-2

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  First Torquere Press Printing: March 2011

  Printed in the USA