“I can feel how much you love me inside you.” Macauley spasmed.
Macauley’s dick grew even thicker inside him and began to pulse against a bundle of nerves that made his cock jerk as he shot long ropes of come between their stomachs. Adres was glad they were so high in the mountains that no one could hear how loudly he called out to the heavens. Macauley was still thrusting and grinding against him, prolonging his orgasm and extending his own, their mind and spirit still connected as one.
Adres’s body went from strung as tight as a guitar string to submissive and pliant as he sensed his mate’s animal spirit coaxing him to submit. There was little more he could manage to do after he lost command of his legs as they slid off Macauley’s sweaty body and splayed open like an eagle’s wings. It was liberating as he allowed Macauley to position him just how he wanted before a possessive growl tore from his throat. Adres was unable to speak intelligible words as he braced for Macauley’s orgasm that he felt just as intensely as his own. He didn’t know if he could take any more, so he gave up and submitted.
Macauley slammed against his sensitive ass a final time as his channel was filled with a warmth he felt all over. Adres shuddered through Macauley’s orgasm, triggering more to dribble from his own slit. His eyes were closed when he heard his cherished’s garbled voice as he spoke around his large canines.
“Mate.”
Adres opened his eyes wide as Macauley gripped him behind his head and bit into the crook of his neck above his jugular. The heat around them intensified as every part of Macauley that made him so good saturated his soul. A knot of emotion burned at the center of his core, and he felt their link solidify for eternity as Macauley drank from him in large, greedy mouthfuls. Adres kept his head turned, his throat stretched, never wanting the claiming to stop. He could have sworn his balls were depleted and he had no fluids left, but as Macauley lapped at his mark with the flat of his tongue, taking careful care to close it, Adres’s dick pulsed with interest.
He felt as if he was in his own trance. He knew his elixir had the power to do that, but it appeared that Macauley’s bite did as well. Adres struggled to open his eyes when Macauley eased out of him, a rumble of refusal escaping his lips.
Already he wanted his beloved back inside him.
I will… soon, Macauley answered Adres’s inner thought before he covered him in enough fur covers to keep the cool air from touching his naked flesh.
Adres. Are you in slumber?
Adres was damn close, but it was only around four in the morning. He shouldn’t have been thinking of sleep for another few hours, but with his body so sated, he didn’t want to move.
No. Just being.
Macauley ran his fingers through Adres’s hair, his blunt nails scratching his scalp. He heard the faint howls of wolves and the rattling of leaves from the frigid wind whipping around their tent. Macauley had one heavy leg draped over him and his face buried in his throat near his mark. Adres’s light shone brighter and stronger with his beloved’s soul intertwined with his own.
He moaned as Macauley’s teeth grazed his skin, sparking his nerves like live wires. He was maneuvered onto his back, his thickening cock already starting to tent the velvety blankets. His beloved’s weight was impressive and comforting as he settled on top of him. Macauley’s dick was solid again, but Adres didn’t recall it ever going down. He was suffocated with the scent of pine and mulberry as Macauley palmed the back of his head and lifted his mouth to his throat. He could hear the blood rushing to the surface, turning Macauley’s throat a delicious shade of crimson.
Bite, Macauley demanded through their fresh bond, his rough voice sending passion roaring through Adres’s veins.
What his alpha commanded… he would do. Always. Adres’s fangs had dropped the moment Macauley slid all that nakedness on top of him, pressing him into the earth. Macauley clenched a handful of Adres’s hair as he sank his teeth into his warm flesh, flooding him with his elixir just before he took a long, thirsty swallow.
Adres moaned at the deliciousness. Macauley’s blood was even richer and bolder than before. He didn’t know if it was the full moon or if this was how it would always be. Macauley cursed and encouraged him to keep drinking as his sweet essence poured down Adres’s throat and coated his stomach.
“Yes. Just like that,” Macauley panted, lining his dick up to his hole and gliding back inside.
Aye, futu-i, Adres grunted in ecstasy and held on, but he didn’t stop drinking, and Macauley’s blood never stopped flowing. He was wrapped around his beloved’s body like a snake, his fangs buried as deep as he could get them, while his ass was pounded in a way that brought him to the brink of delirium. Then Macauley penetrated his mind.