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Nur hums and kisses his jaw. “Missed you,” he murmurs.
The spark twists into a flame. Trickles of hot arousal drip further down, making his balls twitch and his cock thicken against Nur’s wiry thigh.
“So did I.” He slides his hand inside Nur’s shirt and strokes a thumb under the waistband of his pants, admiring the curve of flesh there. Nur sucks in a breath and his hands go to his waist to loosen his drawstring.
Arsene takes advantage of his access and firmly runs his thumb down the knobs of Nur’s tailbone, just barely stroking the inside of his crease. He does it again and again, until Nur is panting and his whole body is drawn tight against Arsene. His hardness is obscured by layers of cloth, but Arsene’s cock throbs with pent up longing. He aches to pour his seed into Nur. Mark him.
But he’s so tired his muscles will hardly cooperate. He sighs, letting his hand fall loose against Nur’s soft muscle.
Nur rumbles deep in his chest and his sharp teeth scrape Arsene’s sensitive neck. “I’ll take care of you.”
He strips Arsene slowly, and Arsene realizes with fondness he’s being careful not to tear the cloth with his claws and make more work for himself later. He lets Nur pull his shirt over his head and lifts his hips to release his pants. Nur presses a hot kiss to his hip, then another at the base of his cock. He opens his eyes just in time to witness Nur’s smirk as he tickles Arsene’s balls gently with the tips of his claws, making them squirm. Arsene’s cock is stiff and flushed, already damp at the tip, twitching against Nur’s cheek. Nur’s nostrils flare as he breathes deep, his cheeks darkening with arousal.
Then a wet, squeezing heat envelops him as Nur takes his cock all the way down his throat to the root, his eyes shut in bliss. Arsene’s hips jerk forward of their own accord.
“Fuck!” he gasps.
Nur swallows, pulls back, then swallows again. He groans around Arsene’s cock and mouths him like he’s devouring his last meal. Arsene swallows an inelegant grunt of surprise as Nur’s tongue twitches across the tender ridge and up to his slit. He does it again, and again. His unbridled excitement spills through the bond, driving Arsene crazy. Arousal builds and builds, overcoming him too quickly. He twists and clutches at the bed.
“Too much!”
Nur withdraws. Arsene sinks back with a sigh and shuts his eyes again.
“Missed this,” Nur murmurs, stroking his cock with deft hands.
Arsene shudders. “Guess it missed you too. A little too much.”
“No such thing.” Nur gives him one last sloppy lick and then his hands and mouth are gone.
Arsene breathes deeply, trying to get himself under control. There’s a rustle of clothes and the smell of Nur’s arousal hits him. Bare skin slides over his skin as Nur straddles him. He takes Arsene’s hand and guides it down, past his rigid cock, until his balls brush Arsene’s wrist and Arsene’s fingertips are pressed to the wet spot that’s evidence of his need. Nur’s breath whooshes out of him as Arsene strokes the tight, crinkled skin of his hole.
He has to open his eyes.
Nur isn’t the squirming, needy mess he expected at all. His gaze is dark and knowing. A deep flush covers his jaw, trailing all the way down to his chest, and his lips are parted to reveal a hint of his sharp-pearl teeth. His breath is hot across Arsene’s cheek. But his eyes are intent, devouring.
“I’m going to take you in there,” Nur says, barely above a whisper.
Arsene lets his hand fall away as Nur rises over him and fits Arsene’s cock to his hole. The pressure turns into heat and the heat gives way with a gentle release, and Nur’s mouth drops, and he slowly sinks down around Arsene’s cock, holding his gaze fast.
A full body shiver seizes Arsene. His chest squeezes; his breath flees. The bond is a hot ball, erupting to fill both of them with brilliance, every corner and crease, every dark crack in his heart. He floats. Nur gasps, his hole fluttering. Arsene watches in awe as goosebumps break out over Nur’s skin and his nipples pull into tight, needy peaks. His mate is strong and powerful. But on his cock he’s just a creature who wants, who feels, and with whom Arsene is transported a realm that’s only their own. A realm of two bodies and souls.
Nur rises off him and sinks back down, tossing his head back in pleasure. Everything is hot and golden as the late afternoon sun fills the tent. Arsene gulps air like each breath is his last. Nur’s hole ripples around him as he takes what he needs, his thighs working and his cock bouncing. Arsene has the presence of mind to get a fist around him before he’s gone, crying out and shuddering around him, spine curling, his face contorting. Come blurts from his cock across Arsene’s chest and Arsene licks the sweet-tart fluid greedily off his fist.. He grabs Nur’s hip and lets loose, pummelling his cock into Nur’s tender, perfect hole, revelling in Nur’s startled cry.
“Yours,” he gasps as Nur falls forward onto his chest. “Forever. All yours.”
He buries his cock deep inside Nur and releases. Pulse after pulse wracks his body. Nur is clinging so tight his claws are surely drawing blood. But it’s sweet, so sweet, and he falls—flies—gladly into the abyss, and Nur tumbles with him.
Chapter 45
NUR
The caravan grows restless.Two days later, when Nur comes out of the tent, the humans are packing the wagons with supplies. He knew it was coming but panic still pricks him. It’s not enough time—Arsene is still exhausted, sleeping more often than not. Words hang unsaid between them. Arsene’s pendant is heavy against his breastbone, a stand-in for all the things he can’t say.
He’s not ready to speak, but he can’t remain silent.
When Arsene wakes from their tent and comes to find him, his gaze is knowing.
“Tomorrow,” Nur says.
