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Arsene covers him, bracketing him with his arms, his knees nudging Nur’s legs open to get the perfect angle. He pulls back,then pounds in with punishing force. Nur’s breath shoots out of him. Arsene does it again. And again.
“I’m going to give you what you need, over and over. Fill you to the brim. Make you hurt.” He sinks his blunt teeth into the crook of Nur’s neck and Nur howls as the pain shoots straight to his core and lights him up. He convulses. His hole squeezes on Arsene’s cock and he spills again.
His mind goes blank. Every thrust sends him over a new peak, or maybe he’s never stopped coming. All he can feel is Arsene’s huge cock tunneling into his soft hole, opening up the perfect place for his primus seed. Everything else fades away except for what aches—his tender rim, the bite marks on his wrists, the scars around his neck. The emptiness in his core. Noises spill from his lips that are barely words, answered by his primus’s animalistic snarls in his ear.
“Need it. Need it,” he breathes into his arms, not knowing what he needs.
Then, finally, it happens. Arsene’s cock punches deeper than ever. A deep growl tears itself from the angel’s chest, reverberating through Nur. It’s followed by a sweet, all-encompassing warmth spreading through him from his hole. Arsene grunts, jamming his hips closer. A strange pressure grows inside him. Nur whines and arches his back and the pressure eases, then grows. It happens again, and again, something pulsing and pushing against his tender insides.
“Just like that,” Arsene groans into his neck. He fumbles underneath them and his hand brushes against Nur’s tender tip, making him shudder. “Fuck. You’re so tight around my knot. So wet.”
His knot. A thumb intrudes between Nur’s lips, stroking his tongue with the taste of his own come and slick. He sucks it clean eagerly as Arsene unloads another pulse of come inside him with a growl.
“So perfect,” Arsene murmurs. “My vergis. Mymate.”
Nur sinks into the words and lets himself be surrounded by them.
Heat is like dying.Nur is consumed with need. He’s not satisfied unless he’s face down and speared on Arsene’s cock, or curled in his arms and fucked open, or pinned under him with Arsene reaching places he didn’t know existed inside him. Day and night pass without distinction. The world is empty and they’re the only pinpricks of light, flames that entwine and flare as one.
Nur’s heat comes in waves until it doesn’t, until it’s just one continuous blur of ecstasy. Arsene knots him and stays inside him, his tender channel so sensitive that the slightest shift sends him shivering through another ecstatic peak. Even after Arsene’s knot deflates he stays hard, fucking Nur until he spills again, deeper every time. In between, he feeds Nur his soul in mouthfuls, filling him another way.
Eventually Nur can barely move. Tears of need leak from his eyes, and something deep inside him opens up, begging to be filled. Arsene licks his tears away and kisses his face, and Nur drifts into deep sleep.
His next wave wakes him, but Arsene hardly moves as Nur paws at him. He’s exhausted, too, and Nur is overcome with adoration for his mate. With a burst of energy, he rises up and reverses their positions, climbing on top of Arsene and placing himself over his heat-tender and darkened cock. He takes it inside him so easily that it feels like nothing but satisfaction—there’s no stretch now, not even when Arsene’s knot plugs him tight.
This time, though, he’s after something else. Chasing a need he doesn’t even understand in his dazed state, he arches hisback and settles deeper and deeper onto Arsene’s cock. Arsene watches him through bleary eyes, his cheeks flushed, his lips bitten raw.Primus, Nur’s heart sings. But he’s more than that. Naked under Nur, his gently sculpted muscles gleaming in the warmth of the sun filtering through the canvas, red marks across his chest and up his neck, and half conscious from the exertion of fucking Nur’s heat out of him…he’s soft, and his softness makes Nur want to sink his teeth in.
He’s not soft where it matters, though.
“So sweet,” Arsene murmurs, his hand gliding up Nur’s ribs.
Nur leans into his touch with a sigh, still not able to form words. His tongue has been fucked silent. He shuts his eyes and falls into the pure sensation of Arsene’s cock gliding through his soft tissue. He’s still so wet that everything is frictionless and easy. But he twists until Arsene’s cock hits something inside him, a spot that makes him arch and howl.
Arsene’s grip on his side tightens. “What…?”
He bears down until he feels that spot give way. And then, somehow, he’s flooded with unimaginable pleasure. His thighs begin to shake and his core convulses. Arsene’s eyes snap open. They’re glowing, boring into him as Nur gapes in disbelief at the sheer breath-stealing sensation that ripples outward from that spot in him. He whines and gasps, begging without words.
Chapter 34
NUR
“Fuck.Fuck. I’ve got you.”Arsene grabs his hips and begins to thrust, and Nur tips over the edge—and over, and over, and over. The tip of Arsene’s cock stimulates something unimaginably intimate. Something he needs like breathing. Needs more than he needs to live. He’s burning. He’ll do anything to keep feeling this, and he meets Arsene’s thrusts with weak ones of his own, bringing him higher and higher—until Arsene’s cock swells inside him and his knot bulges and suddenly it’sstucklike that, and Nur panics.
“I’m—I—I can’t—” he gasps, barely breathing, swept up in the flood of hormones so violent that he can’t feel anything except Arsene’s come flooding his hole, erupting in deep pulses against Nur’s inner walls.
Suddenly Arsene surges upright with a snarl. Nur is flipped over and pinned, smothered by his mate. He clings to Arsene. The aether flashes and something rips as Arsene’s massive wings shoot out. He surges forward and his knot sinks deeper, spreading Nur’s hole impossibly wider—pushing the tip of his cock further into that impossible place.
Being surrounded by Arsene’s body, his scent, somehow soothes him. He spirals higher and higher yet he’s calm. Hisbreath returns and he can feel everything, every twitch of his hole, every weak spurt of his seed from his spent cock, every shudder that passes through Arsene’s muscle.
“Need to fill you,” Arsene breathes into his ear. “Mark you up on the inside. I’m so deep in you I can feel your womb. I’m putting my seed inside, can you feel that?”
Nur manages a faint whine. Arsene grunts and nuzzles into his neck, pulling him close. His wings rustle above them, filling the space.
“Mine. My vergis.”
They stay locked like that for so long Nur can’t fathom not being high on a perpetual orgasm. Waves roll over him endlessly. He quakes on Arsene’s cock. Arsene’s heart thunders against his heart. Every new pulse of come makes his arms twitch around Nur. Then it subsides, gently and slowly. Arsene’s knot recedes and releases him. Seed drips in a steady stream from his hole—but some of it remains buried deep inside. The thought makes him smug and tingly all over.
Arsene stays atop him, his wings shuddering with his breath. He curls around Nur possessively.
