Mouth full of Arit’s cock, Nick growled. The muffled, hungry sound streaked through Arit, eroding the fraying control Arit had mustered, and if that didn’t shatter him, Nick slipping a finger into his mouth alongside Arit’s cock would have. Because once he’d slicked the digit with spit, Nick reached around Arit’s hip to trace Arit’s crack. Arit shuddered at Nick caressing his hole as the rapacity of Nick’s voracious mouth redoubled.
Pupils blown wide and black with lust, Nick stared at him. The pink line of his lips sealed around Arit’s cock dazzled Arit. The hollowing of Nick’s cheeks as he sucked burned Arit to the marrow of his bones, but even that failed to wreck him as readily and as completely as Nick working his finger past Arit’s softening ring to slide the tip into his ass. Grunting, he pushed back to take him in deeper, needing more. Craving it.
Nick rewarded him by crooking his finger and rubbing over something inside Arit that consumed him whole. His muscles went taut. His jaw clenched, teeth gritting. A broken groan rolled from his chest at the sly strokes inside his ass, and within a few heartbeats, the fierce pleasure concentrating at his groin blasted through him, setting alight his every nerve ending from the soles of his feet to the ends of his hair. He bucked his hips, fucking into Nick’s eager mouth as he shot. Spurt after glorious spurt burst from his dick to coat his mate’s gullet. Nick swallowed around Arit’s dick emptying into him, and Arit howled.
Balls draining, senses spinning, Arit wasn’t aware of collapsing to the floor with Nick. He knew only the fog his orgasm had cast over him for long, heart-thumping minutes. When the sensual haze cleared, he sprawled on the fancy tapestry rug sent from the capitol, his lax body twined with Nick’s. With one finger yet in Arit ass, Nick jerked his boxers down with his free hand and thrust his diamond-hard cock against the groove where Arit’s groin met his thigh. Nick plastered his chest to Arit’s, his swollen lips diving to ravage Arit’s neck. Nick thrust. Stupefied, still shaking from his own release, Arit managed to lift his arms to draw his mate in and arched to meet Nick’s thrusts. He splayed his fingers over Nick’s ass cheeks and pushed to urge him.
“Yes,” Arit moaned, mind whirling at the scrape of Nick’s teeth on his throat. “Paint me with it. Mark me.”
Nick’s husky growls as he fought toward his own orgasm was sweet, sweet music to Arit. The graze of Nick’s sharp white teeth transitioned to arousing nips and Arit’s spent dick twitched, struggling to fill with fresh blood to harden again. Groaning, lapping at Arit’s throat, Nick bucked his hips. Arit squeezed his thighs around Nick, providing a tighter ride. He bowed his spine, tipping his head back to give Nick more room to bite.
The lone finger in his ass wasn’t enough, could never be enough, but Nick’s cadence of thrusts went erratic as soon as one of his teeth broke the skin on Arit’s throat. Nick shuddered and moaned, his tongue lapping up the coppery splash Arit scented. His own mouth watered, his thirst for sampling his mate’s blood kindling inside him. Nick thrust and thrust and thrust, cadence breaking in his abandon.
“Drink,” Arit urged him. “Drink your fill.”
As if that was all Nick had needed to push him over the edge, Nick tensed. A long, low moan worked from his throat, the warm puff of air from his breath bathing Arit’s blood-slick neck. Nick shot, dick spitting cum across Arit’s abdomen in heavy pulses. Rich and enervating, the pungent smell of Nick’s release wafted into Arit’s nostrils. Saliva pooled in Arit’s mouth because he wanted a taste, wanted as much as Nick could give him, his semen and his blood. His cock tingled in anticipation. He’d have Nick’s dick in his mouth before the night was done. In his mouth, in his ass. Arit nor Nick would rest until they’d had their fill of one another. If satisfying this terrible craving was possible.
Arit wasn’t sure the need could ever be met. He gathered Nick into his lax body. He oomphed out a sharp breath when his mate collapsed onto him, crushing Arit into the hard floor with his dead weight, but Arit longed for the messy exhausted burden of Nick bearing down on him. Depleted, Nick kissed Arit’s throat through gasping pants for air. Nick’s too-short hair tickled the underside of Arit’s chin. Nick squirmed, tensing his muscles to lift up, and Arit tightened his legs around Nick’s hips to hold him there.
“’m too heavy,” Nick slurred into Arit’s neck.
“You’re not.” Arit sighed, shoving his ass back to bury Nick’s finger deeper into him. “You’re perfect.”
That was exactly what Arit had been most afraid of.
Chapter Ten
They moved from the hard floor to the enormous four-poster bed in the suite’s master bedroom…eventually. As Nick had surmised, the blowjob had only taken the edge off Arit’s lust. How his mate had managed to reach twenty-eight years without sex was a mystery to Nick, who had taken his first lover in his teens, but now that Arit had enjoyed a sample of what he’d been missing, Arit would be eager for more. Showing Arit the pleasures of his body spiked Nick’s arousal, too. Granted, the mating heat ramped up their desires, and shifters didn’t hit their sexual prime until their late twenties. They both had been genetically programmed to fuck and fuck often to seal their bond. Still, the craving that gnawed at Nick after the mind-numbing orgasms in front of the picture window shocked him.
He didn’t want to wait for Arit to finish the shower Nick had persuaded him to take. Arit had scowled, handsome and perturbed, when Nick had shoved him toward the suite’s bathroom.
“We’re shifters,” Arit had grumbled, though his hand had already dropped to scratch at Nick’s semen drying on his abdomen. “We like the scent of cum marking our lovers.”
“You were a virgin. What do you know what we like during sex?” Nick had pushed Arit forward. “I want to eat out your ass. Go. Wash. Get clean, and while you are, think about my mouth and tongue doing wonderfully wicked things to you.”