Macauley grunted as his sac tightened. His canines itched to drop and claim, but he would not bite his mate before he consented fully. He sucked on Adres’s jaw as he slammed his hips forwards and released against Adres’s taint, drowning his balls and cock with his come until it leaked down his ass and over his hole.
Adres locked his ankles around Macauley’s back, his heels digging into the base of his spine, but he still had enough room to slip his hand between them and massage his seed into him. Adres’s soft moans made him rock his hips as he inched his fingers lower.
“Futu-i, Macauley.” Adres was getting hard again as he raised his ass off the mattress to meet his stroke.
Macauley licked Adres’s slack mouth and bit at his lips, tasting traces of his coppery blood and a flavor sweet like dark fruit. He couldn’t resist dragging his tongue over one of Adres’s fangs, which must have been an erotic zone because he hissed as his cock jerked against his stomach.
“Kiss me,” Macauley demanded, chasing Adres’s mouth when he tried to turn away.
Adres’s eyes were as shiny as black diamonds, his cheeks flushed with a hint of color, and his thick hair disheveled from where he’d thrashed against the pillow. He was beautiful in his own unique way, made just for him.
“Vampires don’t… I mean… I do not kiss.”
“Well, I do.” Macauley nudged the side of Adres’s cheek with his nose. He smelled like blackberries plucked straight from the vine, and he bet he tasted even sweeter. “Now kiss me.”
Adres shook his head. “You refuse to take no for an answer, young wolf.”
Macauley smirked. “Soon, you’ll no longer be able to say no… to anything I ask.” He fumbled Adres’s sac in his palm as he spoke, keeping him high on his scent. Macauley lowered his head when Adres faced him with quivering lips.
“What do I—”
“Just do what feels natural, handsome,” Macauley whispered in his mouth while working his hand between Adres’s legs. He pressed his middle finger against the sensitive nerves behind his balls, watching his beautifully shocked reaction.
Adres parted his lips wider, his tongue sneaking out to play. His touch was timid and hesitant and so fucking endearing. His mate needed a lesson on how to kiss. Macauley teased Adres’s tongue before he slanted his mouth over his. He moaned when Adres’s nicked his bottom lip enough to draw blood that he sucked on with passion.
Adres was too far gone to stop now. He had come so far out of himself that he no longer recognized who he was, and he didn’t care. Now, he was kissing, with tongue and teeth and vigor. He couldn’t get enough. Then Macauley touched him in a place that had been unexplored. A place that had him crying out and digging his fingernails into Macauley’s back. He prayed to the gods he did not die this way. “Nu-mi face asta.”
“That’s twice you’ve said that.” Macauley panted, massaging Adres’s tight hole. “What are you saying?”
“I said… ungh.”
“No… that wasn’t it.” Macauley pushed two fingers into him, making him arch embarrassingly hard as he clenched around the thick digits and sucked them in deeper. Holy fuck. His dick was granite, his balls full again and on the verge of release. “Say it.”
“I said, ‘Do not do this to me, beloved.’”
“Do what… this?” Macauley pushed his fingers deeper, and Adres thought he was going to levitate off the bed the pleasure was so blinding. He bowed over in surprise, curling towards his big alpha as he made him feel things he shouldn’t in places he never thought possible.
Adres had never been made love to before. He’d never been touched in his most private places. Though he wasn’t unsullied, either; he’d sown a few wild oats in his youth, but as the eldest horseman, it meant his life was not his own to enjoy. Whenever he’d indulged in the past, it’d never been about touching, kissing, and certainly no penetration was needed. But when it came to his cherished, it appeared that things were quite different.
“Mai mult, Beloved… more… more.”
Macauley held the back of his neck while he plunged his thick fingers in and out of his sensitive hole. It was so much, yet he couldn’t stop begging for more. He hitched his leg higher up Macauley’s back, the position making him look like a sex-drugged animal in heat. The new angle caused Macauley’s knuckle to rub against a spot that had him tilting his head back.
Futu-i!
Adres was defenseless, his guards and shields completely down as Macauley rocked his hips in the same rhythm he fucked him with his fingers. Macauley growled against his throat and pleasuring him faster with his hands, delving deeper and sending Adres’s mind to another dimension. His cock thickened, and Adres threw his head back and bared his throat as he erupted for the second time. The sounds coming from him were inhuman as Macauley bit down over his jugular and spilled his seed over his stretched hole.