Ahm grabbed Bryce’s shoulders and gasped as the heavy length of Bryce’s cock entered him, stretching him wide, sliding in deep. Bryce buried his face in Ahm’s damp hair. “Do not move a fucking inch.”
Bryce was fighting for control. Ahm could feel the man’s body shaking as he lay over him. He had no problem doing as Bryce asked because Ahm needed a moment to allow his body to adjust to the cock deep inside his ass.
The eroticism of having Bryce over him, the heated length of his body pressing into Ahm, his hands planted on either side of Ahm’s head, had Ahm arching his rear, pressing the rigid cock tighter inside of him.
Bryce nipped his shoulder. “I said don’t move.”
Ahm was panting now. “How long am I supposed to lie still while you fight not to climax so quickly?” It was a challenge. He didn’t want to hold still. Ahm wanted to feel Bryce moving inside of him, fucking him with the passion Ahm knew Bryce possessed.
“It isn’t wise to tease a bear so close to the edge,” Bryce warned. “I bite.”
Ahm could feel the pre-cum leaking from the head of his cock at Bryce’s words of warning. He wanted Bryce to bite. Hell, he was close to begging the man to sink his canines into his shoulder.
Lifting his legs on either side of Bryce’s enormous body, Ahm wrapped them around the man’s waist. “Fuck me, sugarplum.”
Bryce’s eyes were dark pools of liquid silver as he began to move. Ahm’s hard shaft rubbed against his mate’s abdominal muscles, drawing moans and shudders from him. He clutched his inner muscles, encasing Bryce’s cock in a tight viselike grip.
“Son of a bitch,” Bryce groaned. His mate fisted Ahm’s hair, and the extreme dominance and sexual expression in Bryce’s eyes was a flood of pleasure so intense it was almost a physical ache.
Bryce gazed at him and Ahm’s stomach was tight and full of knots, making him shiver as he watched the man’s barely hidden fascination shine in his eyes. Ahm cupped Bryce’s face and pulled his mate down, sinking into the man’s moist mouth.
A savage sound vibrated in Bryce’s throat.
The eroticism of the moment and having his mate buried deep inside of him went so far beyond pleasure that Ahm had no idea how to describe it.
Bryce thrust deep inside Ahm, ripping a cry from his lips. It was so good. Oh, god. It was so damn good. For the first time in Ahm’s life, he finally felt like he belonged. The bond was forming between them. He could feel it like an invisible hand caressing his heart and opening up a bridge between his and Bryce’s very souls.
“Amin mela lle,” he whispered as Bryce scraped his canines down Ahm’s bared throat.
“English, baby.”
Ahm shuddered as he felt the tips of Bryce’s teeth press into his shoulder. “I love you.” The emotions whipped through him as Bryce pierced his skin, sinking his canines deep into Ahm’s flesh, claiming him, placing an ownership on Ahm that went deeper than any bond a human could profess.
He bucked as Bryce’s cock pounded inside of him, striking his sweet spot again and again. The feel of his shaft buried so deep inside Ahm, the engorged head throbbing in the depths of his body had his senses reeling. His hands gripped the swell of Bryce’s ass, his fingers flexing into the rounded flesh as a kaleidoscope of colors filled his vision. His climax tore through him, pulling Ahm under, and a primal bellow was torn from his chest.
Bryce kept thrusting, his teeth locked into Ahm’s shoulder, a feral growl rippling around Ahm’s flesh. He felt Bryce’s seed spilling into him and Ahm’s hole clamped viciously down onto his mate’s cock.
Finally, his mate shuddered and released Ahm’s shoulder, licking at the wound he had inflicted as a soft and pleased growl vibrated Bryce’s entire body. Ahm lay there soaked in sweat and seed, sated like never before.
“Mmm, my little candy cane is worn out,” Bryce said as he licked at Ahm’s jaw.
Ahm swatted at Bryce playfully. “No, your stud muffin is just sleepy.”
“Same thing.” Ahm could feel his mate smiling against his skin. “You said you loved me,” he reminded Ahm.
“That I did.” Ahm groaned when Bryce’s swelling finally receded and his mate slipped from his body. He moved to the side so his mate could lie down next to him. As they lay there, Bryce traced his fingers over Ahm’s chest.
“Did you mean it?”
Ahm curled into Bryce’s body. “Are you feeling insecure?”
His mate grunted. “No.” But Ahm could feel the apprehension coming from the bear.
“I meant it, Bryce.” Ahm wasn’t sure how he had lived so long without this man. He had never been so comfortable, able to let his guard down, and relaxed with anyone like this before.