Adres hissed and arched his back, his head falling to the side as if he wanted to be bitten.
Macauley’s beast went crazy inside him. His dick hung heavy and wet between his legs, leaking enough slick to satisfy his mate. His body would naturally produce everything that Adres needed and wanted… including blood. And just as he thought it, he felt his life’s essence pulsating through his veins, making him feel that if he didn’t allow Adres to drink soon, he’d explode.
“Inside me,” Adres pleaded with one hand gripping a fistful of the covers. He spread his thighs wider, and Macauley caught a peek of that dark hole.
Before round two, he’d plunge his tongue deep inside his cavern and see if he tasted just as sweet there as he did everywhere else. But as of now, his gums ached too much for him to ignore the call to mate a second longer.
Macauley covered Adres’s body, hiking one of his legs over his shoulder. He lined up his cock and entered him with one long, deep drive, not stopping until his balls were pressed against Adres’s taint and his nails were digging into his back. Oh my gods. He was met with no resistance as Adres took every inch of him without a grimace of discomfort. They were made to fit together.
Macauley kissed the crook of Adres’s knee where it rested on his shoulder before he dropped all of his weight on top of him, taking that last inch of depth.
Adres began to murmur a string of foreign curses and noises that sounded sexy and vengeful at the same time. Macauley rocked his hips at a measured speed as he wanted to savor every smooth glide into his mate, but a frenzy was already stirring inside him. They’d waited too long to do this, and now he was losing his weak grip on the reins of his control.
He groaned with his cheek pressed against Adres’s temple when he wrapped both of his legs around his lower back and pulled him in tighter. It seemed his mate couldn’t get enough either, so Macauley had to give him more. He slid both hands beneath Adres’s hips and squeezed his ass as he began to thrust faster. He massaged his stretched hole with his fingertips, needing to touch where they were connected.
“More, mai mult, beloved. More.” Adres curled his upper body into him, burying his face in his throat. “Deeper.”
Macauley was as deep as he was going to go. He buried himself to the hilt and ground their pelvises together, earning him a long hiss that morphed into an erotic moan. “Is that how deep you want me?”
“Deeper.”
Fuck.
Adres gripped Macauley’s face, looking into his eyes. “Inside of me. All the way.”
His mate spoke as if he was in exquisite pain, but Macauley understood Adres’s fractured words. He wanted Macauley to be inside him not only physically… but mentally as well. And how could he deny him?
He braced his elbows on the sides of Adres’s head and leaned in to brush a kiss against his scarred cheek. He eased out a fraction before he missed the warmth and was sucked back inside. Adres caught Macauley’s bottom lip between his teeth, and a jolt of pleasure tore through his chest when he felt a sharp fang prick him just enough to draw a few drops of blood.
Macauley jerked his hips, losing his composure as his mate’s elixir flooded lower and lower until it attacked every nerve. Adres sucked on his mouth as if it was an appetizer to his main course. Macauley released some of his own energy as he entered Adres’s core with even greater ease than before. He went directly towards the light that was infused with goodness and enchantment as he connected them in mind, body, and spirit.
Adres was full, inside and out. He had never had a cock inside him Sure, he’d had lovers, and if he happened to have an orgasm while getting blood-drunk off his partners, then it was an added sensation. But there had never been a need for more. Not like this. What he had with Macauley felt as necessary and critical as his next breath.
Macauley’s spirit linked with his, and it was as if the rest of him was finally whole. Complete. He didn’t know what noises he made as his cherished ravaged him with his thick cock, burrowing into places that made him cry out and his dick leak. Macauley’s rough breaths were in his ear, but in his mind, he heard his thoughts as if he’d spoken them aloud.
Mine, mine, mine, Macauley accented with each thrust.
I am yours, Alpha.
Macauley shook, groaning just as loud as him as a tsunami of pleasure crashed over them. Adres was not only stimulated by how amazing it was to be filled with Macauley’s length, but he could also feel a tight restriction on his cock as if he was the one doing the fucking. He didn’t have to jerk himself off as Macauley gripped him to his body, his hips taking on a frantic rhythm that made Adres’s toes curl. The double pleasure was indescribable, their unique bond beyond comprehension.