Paris's Dream Mate

Paris laid on his bed and waited patiently. Aspen had told all the siblings about his vision the night before, and they all suspected the Temple of Destiny was responsible for that. He was sure Aspen had left out all the juicy details about his vision. Paris knew there was no way Aspen got a visit from his future mate without there being some intimacy involved. He chuckled to himself. He couldn’t wait to see what happened when he got a visit from his own future mate. He really hoped it was the sexy werewolf from his earlier challenge.

“You look comfortable over there.”

Paris turned his head to see the very same werewolf he had just been thinking about, sitting in the chair in the corner of the room. The man sat unashamedly naked, his tight abs and long, hard cock on full display. Paris grinned at the man as he ran his hands down his own naked body showing off all his assets. He wasn’t shy about nudity, and if this was truly his future mate, Paris wanted the man to see what he was getting. Apparently, his mate felt the same way.

“I am comfortable,” Paris smirked at the man. “But, I would be even more comfortable if you joined me over here on the bed.”

The man chuckled softly. “I can see that I’m going to have my hands full with you, not that I'm complaining.” He got up and walked over to Paris, climbed up on the bed, and stretched out next to him, running his hands down Paris’s hairless chest.

Paris was a tad bit self-conscious about his lack of chest hair. He felt a bit immature without it, like he hadn’t yet hit puberty. Fortunately, the man didn’t seem to care, his eyes smoldering as he played with Paris’s nipples.

“What do I call you?” Paris asked breathlessly. His nipples were extremely sensitive; he could come just from the slightest stimulation.

“You can call me Lucas,” the man said. His deep voice resonated in Paris’ groin, pushing him closer to completion. “You like what I’m doing to you?”

“You have no idea,” Paris answered, groaning loudly.

Lucas decided to take things up a notch. He leaned down, wrapped his lips around Paris’s cock, and twirled his tongue around the flared head. Then, he took the cock to the back of his throat and swallowed, causing Paris to cry out in pleasure. Lucas bobbed his head up and down Paris’s shaft, alternating between fast and slow.

“Oh, God!” Paris moaned. He couldn’t hold on any longer. He shot his load down Lucas’ throat, and Lucas swallowed him down, then released Paris’ now flaccid cock.

Paris took a moment to catch his breath, then decided to return the favor. Pushing Lucas to his back, Paris situated himself between the man’s legs, and began licking his way from stem to tip. He wrapped his lips around Lucas’s cock and did his best to pleasure the man.

He used his hand to jerk Lucas off while using his mouth to suck on the head of Lucas’s cock. He wasn’t as skilled as Lucas, but made up for it in enthusiasm. He was elated when Lucas came down his throat, swallowing every last drop of the man’s semen. He grinned at Lucas, then climbed back up the bed and laid down on the pillow.

Paris watched Lucas through half closed eyelids, his breathing began to even out, and he began to doze off. “Thank you,” he mumbled sleepily. He heard Lucas chuckle, and felt Lucas kiss his lips softly before sleep claimed him completely.