Devin shrugged. "After death there's little left to fear. I'm so fucking happy to be alive and I want to share my joy with the one person responsible."

Eli wasn't going to try to talk him out of it. "I'll be happy to help you celebrate."

Grinning, he grabbed Devin and rolled them until the wizard lay beneath him.

"Nice moves, babe."

"Thank you. We line up better lying down." Eli scooted until their erections bumped each other in a friendly greeting. "I think mine is drooling at you."

Devin laughed. "It's a mutual thing. I want you too."

"I know." Eli smiled. "It's kind of hard to hide."

"I don't want to hide it. I want everyone to know and for everyone else to keep their hands to themselves. No more spirits or men pawing at you." Devin scowled.

Eli scooted up to kiss Devin. Words fell by the wayside while they communicated in touch and kisses. Lips and nips conveyed more emotion than words full of vowels and syllables.

Devin rolled them back over, his pale skin flushed with excitement. "Thank you for coming for me."

"I'll always come for you." Eli met Devin's gaze and burst into giggles.

Devin snorted. "That was horrible."

"I know."

Devin inhaled, letting his lungs fill with the scent of his lover. He still couldn't quite grasp the idea of someone risking their soul to save him. Until that moment, Devin had thought he could remain free spirited and date Eli. Now, he knew this beautiful young man beneath him would be his forever. He'd never find anyone more devoted than his Eli.

No words could convey his feelings. "I have to be inside you."

"I'm all yours."

"You are, aren't you?" Devin had never wanted anyone for himself before, but Eli was his. His slid his fingers through Eli's hair, relishing the contact. The rough texture of Eli's locks made him smile. "Do you want to fuck me?"

Eli's eyes widened. "Are you sure?"

"Absolutely. You're it for me."

Eli's smile warmed Devin to his toes. He reached over and snatched the lube off the end table. He scooted to one side. "Get on your hands and knees."

Devin hurried to get into position. He'd taken many guys like this and knew Eli was trying to make him comfortable. He tensed when Eli traced his hole.

"Relax. I'm not going to do anything you don't want," Eli assured him.

"I know." He could barely speak over the lust clouding his brain as he thought about all the things he wanted.

A soft kiss on his shoulder added to his sensation of being cared for. This wouldn't be a quick fuck then sent on his way. Eli would want to cuddle and keep Devin by his side. "Easy, Dev, if you change your mind at any point we can stop. We don't ever have to do this if you don't want to."

"No. I want." He wanted so much he could hardly stand it. "I want it to be you."

Eli stroked Devin's back in a long, sensual pet. "It will always be me."

"Yes, always," Devin promised. He couldn't even imagine being with anyone else. At one point he'd hoped to have a werekin as his lover, but after meeting Eli he couldn't even think of another choice. There were no others.

Eli pressed a finger inside slowly moving in then out. Devin clenched around the digit, struggling between wanting to keep him in and trying to push the intrusion out.

Another kiss in the middle of his back relaxed him. "Do you want to face me? Will that help?"

"No. This is good." If he looked into Eli's eyes while they made love, he would lose his composure entirely. He could barely keep it together just knowing it was Eli touching him.

"Let me know if you change your mind. We can always try later, or not at all."

"Damn it, Eli, just fuck me." Devin didn't wish to discuss his issues about being penetrated-they were stupid and didn't pertain to Eli at all. He would happily give over control to his green-eyed man.

Eli graduated from one finger to two then after applying a great deal of lube, he went for three. "Ready?"

Devin nodded. "Yeah."

Something much larger than Eli's fingers pushed at Devin's entrance, he took a long slow breath as Eli slid inside. Devin's body fought the intrusion, but Eli had prepped him well and there was only discomfort, not true pain.

"Doing good, babe?"

"Yeah, I am.

Eli wrapped his lubed hand around Devin's cock. "I'm going to make you come so hard you're going to want me inside you all the time."

Devin snorted. "I'm glad you're confident."

Eli nipped Devin's shoulder. "I'm optimistic."

"That you are."

The first few thrusts were tentative to get Devin accustomed to his size.

"I'm ready. You don't have to be so slow about it. I want to have sex before I collapse from old age."

"You'll survive, I'm sure." Eli increased his speed but didn't use much strength in his motions. Devin shoved back, impaling himself on Eli's length. "Oh, fuck."

"I was trying to be careful," Eli reprimanded.

"No, that was good." The jolt of electric energy from Eli brushing against Devin's prostate had him groaning and repeating the motion again.

"Topping from the bottom, are we?" Eli asked. His tone didn't indicate that he truly minded.

"Maybe."

Eli kissed Devin's neck. "I enjoy my bossy wizard."

"Good." He knew he didn't need to change for Eli. "Then fuck me harder."

There, subtlety was overrated.

Eli took Devin's words to heart and released his control. He rocked back and forth with so much energy the bed shook beneath them.

"That's it, Eli, fuck me."

Eli didn't try to be sensual and sweet. He slammed into Devin, pegging the perfect spot each time.

"Come," Eli demanded. He moved his grip to Devin's hips to hold his balance while Devin pumped his cock.

Devin's hand blurred with the speed he fisted his length. "Oh, yeah. That's it. Fuck me," Devin murmured.

Eli picked up his pace, not giving Devin time to recover between strokes. He was on the cusp of his orgasm. One more slide across his prostate had him screaming out his release.

"Yes!" Devin poured his seed over his hand in thick, sticky bursts. His arms gave out and he collapsed on the mattress with Eli on his back. "That was wonderful."

Eli carefully slid out, but that didn't stop a hiss seeping from Devin.

"Sorry."

"'S'okay, I should've expected it." He'd done the same thing to dozens of hook-ups in his past. Except Eli didn't abandon him. Instead Eli reached into his drawer and pulled out the wet wipes. With quick, efficient motions, he had Devin cleaned up in no time.

"You like to be prepared."

Eli shrugged. "I don't like to be sticky and the showers aren't always available."

"True." Especially in a dorm full of jocks, a lot of the athletes went running or had other physical activities they showered after. At certain times of the day, showers were next to impossible to access.

"And I masturbate a lot."

Devin laughed then scooted away from the wet spot. He let Eli cradle him in his arms. "I'm not usually much of a cuddler," he confessed.

"Adapt." Eli didn't release his hold or make any motion that had Devin thinking for a minute the shorter man would consider letting him go.

"All right." Eli had gone through a lot to save Devin-if the man wanted to cuddle, he'd give him whatever he asked for.

"I'm going to keep you," Eli said.

"I know."

"Good. Go to sleep-we can work out the details tomorrow."

Devin closed his eyes. He didn't want to fight and since he knew they both sought the same things in a relationship, he didn't anticipate a big battle. There were tiny details of where they were going to live and what Eli might eventually do with his massive powers, but other than that they just had the usual couple things to deal with.

Content and comforted, Devin let sleep take him away.

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Supernatural Mates: Overcoming His Pride.

Amber Kell.

Excerpt.

Chapter One.

Andrew looked both ways before heading to his car. He let out a relieved sigh. No sign of them. It was barely seven in the morning-maybe they didn't wake up early. Weren't birds supposed to, though? Something about getting the worms? Did wren shifters eat actual worms? Would they have worm breath? He shuddered.

Another glance around didn't reveal any birds hopping out to greet him. One cranky crow swept the sky above him, but as he didn't know any crow shifters, he ignored the bird. It had probably only come to sit on the phone lines and poop on his car.

For once the wrens weren't waiting around the corner to pounce. Besides, birds didn't really pounce-the most they could do was hop and peck, or shift into gorgeous men and try to seduce him. That was their favorite trick.

When he was a few steps from his car, two wrens landed on the roof. The familiar click of their claws against metal had his heart skipping a beat. Huh, they hadn't lost interest after all. Andrew sighed and tried to hide his smile as relief washed over him. He knew he should step back from the wrens. He'd never acted on his attraction to men before. How these two had broken down his resistance, he didn't know. Maybe he had a weakness for stunning, sweet men who wanted to take care of him. He'd never been on the receiving end of pampering before. Or perhaps having two sexy stalkers was going to his head...and not the one on his shoulders.

"You can't sit there. You have to let me go to work." He tried to use a serious tone, but frankly the birds were adorable.

They responded by puffing up their feathers and chirping at him with a series of scolding noises. He didn't need to speak bird to know they weren't happy with him.

"You need to stop coddling me." Andrew held his hand up to the wrens, showing his small bandage. "See, I'm not bleeding at all. It's almost completely healed. If I wasn't heading for the hospital, I would leave it unwrapped."

He felt foolish showing his minor cut to a pair of tiny feathered creatures, but the sight of his blood had completely freaked out the wren shifters. They had insisted on hovering over him for days until they were certain he wouldn't bleed to death over a small knife cut. Although he'd refused to let them stay the night, that hadn't stopped them from making a nest in the tree across from his apartment. They hopped out to check on him whenever he dared step a foot outside.

A barrage of irritated chatter assaulted his ears.

"No! You two don't get a say." Ignoring the indignant birds, Andrew Everett opened his car door. A flutter of wings flickering in the corner of his eye assured him they'd flown off. He brutally squashed his stab of disappointment over their departure. Did he expect a pair of twenty-something shifters to hover outside his house forever waiting for his attention? Andrew closed his eyes and rested his forehead against the cool metal of his car for a moment. The saying 'there's no fool like an old fool' whispered through his head like a relationship death knoll.

He didn't want to lust after the two young men. He'd already done the 'fated mate with a shifter' relationship and that hadn't turned out so well the first time. The only good thing that had come out of his heart-crushing marriage to a lion shifter was his son, James.

"Hey, I thought you were feeling better?"

Chen's warm breath brushed across Andrew's ear as he spoke. A large hand slid down Andrew's back. Was it wrong that he knew who touched him without looking? He'd become too comfortable with the wren shifters. Andrew opened his eyes and turned his head only to find Chen's face inches away. Chen's brown eyes were lit with concern.

"I'm fine." Andrew straightened. "Thanks for checking up on me. I do appreciate your concern, but I'm fine."

He knew he sounded stiff and formal, but he couldn't afford to encourage the shifter duo. His horrible romantic track record didn't just make him gun shy-it had him considering monkhood.

"Babe, you're still injured." Marlen turned Andrew to face him with gentle hands as if he were made out of spun sugar and might crumble apart at any moment.

How had he missed them transforming? The two men changed from bird to man and back again with seamless precision. Still, they should've made some noise while stretching from a small bird to full-sized human.

It still pained Andrew to watch his son shift. The drugs that he'd created to hold back James' transformation still caused his son residual problems even though James had scaled back his drug dosage.

Andrew forced his attention to the matter at hand. "First of all, don't call me babe. Secondly, I'm mostly healed. It was only a little cut." The injury he'd caused while cooking was mostly gone. Chen and Marlen had reacted as if Andrew had hacked off his hand and could've bled to death. His lack of shifter-level healing had unnerved the wrens. He'd tried to avoid them until his wound had all but vanished. They made the process difficult by repeatedly showing up on his doorstep and checking on him.

"You were bleeding."