“Please…” Brock panted. “I can’t take any more teasing. Damn it…I need…”
“Would I torment you, Brock?” Shaw teased and Brock growled like a wild animal.
“Fuck! Yes…you are. Right now you’re tormenting the hell out of me.”
Pulling the man’s meaty ass cheeks apart, he exposed the hole he was desperate to sink into. He leaned forward, placing his face in the man’s crease, and licked. He flicked his tongue out and Brock went wild. He shouted, bucking his ass backward as Shaw licked the man to within an inch of his life. He made noises—grunting, groaning, and moaning.
Shaw continued to lick and gently bite around the edges of Brock’s ass until his hole was covered in saliva. He explored each detail of the glistening hole, pushing his tongue in deep.
Using his finger tip, Shaw circled Brock’s ass before slowly pushing the digit inside his mate. Brock shuddered and widened his stance, legs shaky. His reactions were perfect. Shaw moved his finger in and out as he continued to east his mate’s ass. He added another digit and Brock started moving, humping the air in front of him. He used his fingers, his tongue, and his lips until his mate was stretched and ready for him.
“Shaw!” Brock yelled out.
The sound was music to his ears. He pumped his digits, pushing them in deep.
“Oh fuck, I’m gonna come.” Shaw pulled his fingers free and Brock groaned in misery. “Damn it! If you don’t make me come, I’ll take care of myself.”
“Hold it back, wolf. Just breathe,” Shaw told him, wrapping a tight fist around the base of Brock’s cock. “I’m gonna make you come so hard, you’re going to see stars.”
Brock took in deep, harsh breaths. Once he calmed a bit, Shaw jumped off the bed and grabbed the bottle of lube from his bag. He flicked open the lid and lubed up his shaft before climbed back onto the bed. Shaw rubbed his fingers against Brock’s ass before lining up his dick against Brock’s hole.
The mushroomed head kissed his mate’s entrance for a moment before he slowly pushed his way inside. Brock spread his legs wider and Shaw grabbed ahold of his hips, digging his fingers into the man’s skin. Sucking air in through his mouth, Shaw tried to hold himself back. The tight heat of Brock’s ass sucked him in until Shaw was buried deep.
“Oh, God…so good. You feel so good, mate.”
“Fuck me!” Brock demanded, and Shaw jerked his hips back before pushing back into his mate’s welcoming ass.
He held the wolf’s hips and set up a fast-paced rhythm.
Their bodies fit together perfectly as they rutted hard against the other. Hard and fast, they moved simultaneously, skin slapping against skin, the sound echoing off the walls.
“Shaw!” Brock looked over his shoulder, staring at Shaw. “Kiss me…fuckin’ kiss me.”
Leaning over his mate’s back, Shaw’s mouth connected with Brock’s. The kiss was hungry, tongues dueling, teeth clashing. He increased the speed of his thrusts, his movements becoming jerky as his orgasm rushed up his spine. Pulling his mate’s plump lower lip into his mouth, he sucked on the flesh.
“I’m close,” he warned against his mate’s lips.
“Bite me…mark me.” Brock tilted his neck, exposing his shoulder.
Shaw’s teeth lengthened, growing sharp. He scraped the points against Brock’s shoulder and the wolf shuddered. Shaw sank his teeth past his mate’s skin, tasting the man’s blood on his tongue. His eyes rolled back in his head at the intoxicating flavor. He swallowed a mouthful before licking the wound.
“Brock,” he growled. “Come for me. Now!” he roared.
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Warmth filled his ass, signaling Shaw’s release, and the last of Brock’s control was shredded. He let go. Lights flashed behind his tightly closed eyes, and Brock’s breath stopped dead in his chest as he arched his back and came. Pulse after pulse shot out the head of his shaft onto the comforter beneath him.
Brock was in danger of passing out, the intensity of his release more than anything he’d ever experienced. He became so light-headed, he fell forward, unable to hold himself up any longer. He felt as if he might actually break apart into a million tiny pieces.
Never before had he reacted so powerfully to another man, and he knew it was because Shaw was his mate. All the stories were right. Being with one’s mate was an experience that couldn’t be matched.
His body tingled and shook from the aftershocks. He was hyperaware of Shaw’s scent, his touch, and even his voice. Everything about the wolf called to him, aroused him, and drove him insane.