“—know things about mating you do not yet know.” Arit released Nick’s shoulders and slid his arms around Nick’s neck instead. With his fingers, Arit played with the short blond curls at Nick’s nape. “You have only experienced sex, not mating. They aren’t the same.”
Nick wrinkled his nose in distaste. “More mystical tribe bullshit.”
Arit chuckled. Rather than fighting his instincts, he relaxed, and his shifter canine teeth pushed through his gums. He traced the sharp points with his tongue, showing them to Nick.
Who stiffened in his embrace like a nocked bow. He gaped, his eyes widening.
“Only our teeth,” Arit said, happiness flooding him. His desire kindled anew. He anchored his fingers in Nick’s silky hair as best as he could and pushed his hips forward to grind into Nick’s urgently hard dick, still veiled behind Nick’s boxers. “Our wolves will be very interested in mounting each other for many, many moons. Shifters can seal a mating in animal form. Obviously. We mark our mates in both forms, though, as wolf and as men.”
“You can partially shift.” Lines fanned the corners of Nick’s eyes, and his stare focused on Arit’s canines. “You must have some Marisek blood in your veins.”
“I’ve not a single drop of imperial DNA in my family line.” Shaking his head, Arit leaned forward to lap at Nick’s plump lips. He tasted delicious, of heat and man and lust. “I can’t halt or limit a shift to my claws or change only enough to use my wolf’s sharper night vision like you. But I can do this.” He leaned back to flick one of his canines with his tongue. “We all can.”
“Rolan hasn’t.” Nick’s brow furrowed. “None of the refugees back home could that I ever noticed.”
“Did you spy on any of them while they mated?”
Nick glared at him. “Of course not.”
Arit let his eyebrows climb high and stared at Nick, waiting. Nick pressed his lips together into a tight seam, and Arit traced Nick’s delectable mouth with his tongue. “Our wolfen canines are natural for us when we bed our mates. Ask your human if you don’t believe me. She’ll tell you true.”
A warm puff of air accompanied Nick’s disgruntled huff. “I am not asking Lydia about her sex life with my brother.”
Snickering, Arit palmed Nick’s skull to urge his mouth closer. “Come here.” Arit swallowed Nick’s grumble as Arit slanted his lips over Nick’s. Hot, wet, the joining of their mouths was a wonder of building urgency. Nick explored the tips of Arit’s canines, and Arit returned the erotic play, licking at Nick’s sharp teeth as well. They both trembled at the synchronizing of their needy moans. Arit resented the clothing he’d grabbed after his run, hated the sweater especially because the soft wool blocked him from the heated skin of Nick’s chest, cooled barely at all by gusts of frigid wind through the narrow windows. He wanted the sparse spirals of blond hair tangling with the dark pelt carpeting Arit’s chest, longed for the scrape of Nick’s hard nipples on him. Nick claimed Arit’s mouth, tongue darting to tease and to taste. Arit opened wider and shook, edging nearer, as close as he could.
Nothing in his careful, organized life had ever felt as good, this right.
Tunneling his fingers into Arit’s hair, Nick fisted it. He angled Arit’s jaw, and the kiss got better. Deeper. Wetter. Arit groaned and thrust his hips forward, his cock so hard he physically hurt.
Nick mauled him. Eating at Nick’s mouth, too, Arit moaned again. Nick lowered a hand to squeeze one fleshy globe of his ass. “Clothes off,” Nick panted.
Yes. His sweater and pants, socks and boots, all of it needed to be gone. Right the fuck now. Stripping would require Arit to release his grip on Nick’s silky hair, though, force him to let Nick go—a feat far beyond Arit’s power to achieve. He liked the growl in Nick’s voice, his mate’s hungry tremble, the jut of Nick’s prick stabbing into Arit’s groin. The musk of their arousal dizzied and delighted him. Arit grinded his hips into Nick and yanked at the waist of Nick’s boxers at the same time.
“Shove down your pants.” Nick growled. “I want to suck you off.”
Arit gritted his teeth, need tightening his balls. A whine of raw need lodged in his throat.
Cooperation, however, seemed to be something Nick didn’t require. He easily slid out of Arit’s grasp and dropped to his knees. He shoved Arit’s sweater up, revealing Arit’s abdomen bisected by a dark treasure trail that dipped into his pants. Arit grabbed Nick’s shoulders to brace himself on his jellying legs. Nick fought with Arit’s belt and then unbuttoned his fly. “Oh fuck,” Arit said, chest heaving. The rasp of his zipper lowering broke the quiet.
Nick leaned forward. He planted warm, damp kisses on Arit’s stomach. He shoved his hand past Nick’s fly. Arit cursed again as Nick found Arit’s rigid length, his head spinning when Nick wrapped his fingers around his girth to draw out Arit’s cock from his clothes. Hot breath washed the weeping head while Nick bent over Arit’s dick, and the pleasure exploding inside Arit nearly felled him. Only Nick’s groping grasp on his ass while he steadied Arit’s cock with his other hand kept Arit standing.
On his knees, Nick smiled wolfishly. “You’ll go off like a rocket. Don’t hold back. I want it.” He licked his sinful lips. “We can try slow after we work the edges off.”
Judging by the lust firing Arit’s blood and the desperate tremble of Nick’s body, Arit seriously doubted slow would be on their menu this first night together, but he wriggled, his dick bobbing to slap Nick’s cheek. “Watch your teeth.”
Eyes sparkling, Nick bent to his work. He swallowed Arit’s cock in a single greedy gulp.
Shouting didn’t help. Pleasure jolted through him, lighting up Arit. His muscles clenched, Nick’s hot mouth engulfing him almost more than he could bear. Nick didn’t tease. He flicked the bundle of nerves on the underside of his cock head and hollowed his cheeks. Taking Arit’s dick deep, Nick swallowed, and his throat squeezed the sensitive tip.
Snapping his eyes shut, Arit tossed his head back, and the tingling tsunami of sensation flooded over him. He let his mate take him however and wherever Nick wished to go. Licking along his length on the upstroke tightened Arit’s balls, the seal of Nick’s talented lips around him providing sweet suction that rocked Arit’s world. Behind his closed eyelids, he saw nothing except a red haze of lust. He smelled only the earthy tang of their sweat, felt nothing beyond the wet wonder of his mate’s lips. All his senses narrowed. Focused. Exploded.
Nick pumped, his grasp on the base of Arit’s dick tight. So good. Too good.
As much as he wanted to prolong this, Arit wouldn’t last. Couldn’t. His orgasm already gathered at the base of his spine, moments away from splintering him apart. “Soon,” he said, chest heaving in harsh pants.