When Olin heard Coop opening the lube, the noise of the cap snicking open seemed amplified in the room. He wasn’t sure why, but Olin instinctively tried to close his legs. But he couldn’t. They were wrapped around Coop’s shoulders.
Just as Coop took Olin down his throat, a wet finger speared Olin’s ass. Olin cried out as his hands clamped over Coop’s head. He tried to drive his erection farther into Coop’s mouth and then impale his ass on the lone finger buried inside of him.
Olin rotated his hips as he hissed and moaned. His entire body pulsed as his climax continued to build inside of him.
Coop drove his finger in and out of Olin as if it were his cock. When another finger was added, Olin whimpered as he thrashed his head around.
Olin gritted his teeth and then cried out when his orgasm burst free. It exploded in waves of unimaginable pleasure as Coop drank him down. He barely registered that Coop had added a third finger as the man sucked him dry. Olin was a puddle of goo. Boneless.
But Coop was far from finished with him. The man kissed his way back up Olin’s body while keeping his fingers buried inside Olin’s ass. He moved those digits gently, spreading his fingers wide. Olin jerked and shivered before Coop captured his lips.
Olin clung to the man, his fingers sliding over Coop’s shoulders before he buried them in his thick, black hair. Their tongues dueled as Olin felt Coop shifting around.
Coop was removing his pajama bottoms. The man was getting naked. Olin tugged at Coop’s hair nervously, knowing what was about to happen.
Coop pulled back and gazed into Olin’s eyes. The churning in the man’s irises had grown faster as Coop’s canines lengthened.
“Are you ready to spend your life with me?” Coop asked.
Olin’s heart thumped wildly in his chest. He hesitated. This was it. If he said yes, there was no going back. But did he want to go back? Did he want to be without Coop? No, he didn’t. As scared as he was and as frightening as the prospect was of committing himself to a man he barely knew, Olin wasn’t one to back down.
“Yes.”
He cried out when Coop drove his cock deep inside Olin’s body. Coop stilled, allowing Olin time to adjust as he kissed his way around Olin jaw.
“I’ve missed being inside of you,” Coop murmured. “It’s like your body was made for me.”
Coop rested an arm on either side of Olin’s head and then cupped Olin’s face. “Hello, handsome.”
Coop began to rock slowly as he smiled down at Olin.
Olin frowned. “Why are you smiling?”
“Because”—Coop pulled back and then thrust deep—”you’re giving me everything I ever dreamt of.”
Either Coop had amazing pillow talk, or he actually meant what he said. The guy was definitely laying it on thick, and Olin was eating it up. As his fingers played in Coop’s hair, Olin felt the connection between them deepen.
Coop’s eyelids fluttered closed, and a look of reverence spread across his face. “My bonded mate,” he whispered.
Olin felt the bond between them. It was as though an invisible ribbon had tied their souls together. He was amazed at how right it felt. When he first met Coop, if anyone had told him that bonding with Coop would be this incredible, Olin would have laughed in their face.
He would’ve thought them insane.
But there was no denying how deeply he loved Coop.
Coop leaned back and grabbed Olin behind the knees, pushing his legs to his chest. Olin wrapped his hands around the man’s impressive biceps and hung on as Coop pounded into his ass.
His eyes widened, and he yelped when Coop smacked him on the ass. The sting vibrated over his backside as Coop smiled wickedly at him.
And then he smacked Olin’s ass again.
“Tell me you don’t like that,” Coop said.
Olin wasn’t sure. He’d never had his ass spanked in his life. The area throbbed, and he could feel the heat of the man’s handprint. “I–I don’t know.”
This time Coop smacked his other cheek, and Olin threw his head back, moaning.
Coop’s hand massaged the abused flesh as a rumbling purr vibrated in his chest. “My little leopard likes to get spanked.”
Heat rushed over Olin’s cheeks and ears. It was true. There was no denying that he liked the sensation of the sting and heat, the shock of pain, and the soothing hand when Coop massaged the area.
Coop smacked him on the ass again, and Olin lifted his body higher, clenching his cheeks as he curled his fingers into the sheets. Coop leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Olin’s neck. “You have no idea how beautiful you look right now.”
Olin had just come but felt another orgasm building. His cock bobbed freely as Coop’s drove into him. When Coop grazed the tips of his canines over Olin’s shoulder, Olin gasped. But the man didn’t bite him. It was as if he was waiting for Olin’s permission.