He bit my lip and squeezed my ass.
“I’m fucking coming out of my skin,” he growled.
“Take it out on me,” I offered. I was bound to go off like a rocket as soon as he got inside me.
He paused, pressing our foreheads together. “I have an idea.”
“Yes?”
“Let’s wrestle.”
I sputtered out a laugh. Coming from my slightly preppy mate, it sounded ridiculous.
“You can’t be serious.”
“I am. Let’s half shift and fight. The one who pins the other one down for longer than five seconds will top.”
It took me a moment to decipher that. “You’ll let me fuck you.”
His chest lifted with a deep breath, then his lips twitched with a smile. “Only if you win.”
“Then you’d better go clean up.”
We both prepped.Because I could see it happening—as soon as I got him under me, I would be getting inside him.
He met me in the fuck room, stark naked.
“Are you ready?” I asked, half expecting him to back out.
Instead of answering, he grew in front of my eyes, thorns rushing out of his head and shoulders, skin changing, and dick lengthening. My body responded automatically, but before I could spread my wings, he pounced.
We tumbled on the bed in a mess of wings and tails, rolling around and clawing at each other. He was so fucking strong. He had me pinned under him, his hands like manacles on my wrists. Using my tail to gain momentum, I bucked and threw him off, but before I could get on top of him, he bent my arm and made meslump into the mattress again. I kicked around, but he sat astride me.
Our hard cocks touched. Oh fuck.
I wanted to fuck him so bad.
This time, I was rougher. I hadn’t used my skills on him before, not wanting to hurt my mate, but something in me just snapped. I threw him over my head and jumped up. He ended up in a heap on the floor, and before he could get to his knees, I was on him. Sitting on his legs, I wrapped my arm around his tail and pulled hard, making him grunt. With my other hand, I grabbed a thorn on his wing and dragged it toward his tail.
Terry roared, his back arching, arms flapping uselessly. Bowed backward like that, he couldn’t reach me.
“Fuck!”
“Are you mine, baby?”
“Fuck me. Fuck me already!”
I lifted him and threw him on the bed.
My mate scrambled to his knees and spread his legs. He pushed his ass out toward me, panting and shaking. His tail swished through the air, and his wings quivered.
“Did you let me win on purpose, Terry?”
“No.”
I licked his dry pucker, and he cried out.
“Don’t lie.”
