“There,” Indy breathed. “Right there.”
Working that spot, Malik watched his mate come apart. Indy’s hands fisted in the sheets, back arching, soft cries escaping with each press of Malik’s fingers. The sight was intoxicating, making Malik’s cock throb with need.
When Indy was loose and pliant, Malik withdrew his fingers. His mate whined at the loss, reaching for him. Slicking his cock with more lube, Malik positioned himself, the head of his dick pressing against Indy’s entrance.
Pushing forward slowly, Malik watched Indy’s face as he entered him. His mate’s mouth fell open, eyes fluttering closed at the stretch. The heat was incredible, tight and perfect around Malik’s cock. Fighting for control, he stilled once he was fully seated, giving Indy time to adjust.
“Move,” Indy demanded, opening his eyes to meet Malik’s gaze. “Please, I need you to move.”
Starting slow, Malik pulled back then pushed forward, setting a steady rhythm. Each thrust drew sounds from Indy, gasps and moans that filled the room. His mate’s legs wrapped around Malik’s waist, pulling him deeper, changing the angle.
“Yes,” Indy hissed as Malik hit his prostate. “Just like that.”
Maintaining that angle, Malik fucked into his mate with increasing urgency. Sweat beaded on his skin, muscles burning with effort. Indy was gorgeous beneath him, face flushed, lips bitten red. His cock bounced between them with each thrust, leaking steadily.
“You feel perfect,” Malik growled, the words torn from him. “So tight around me, so good for me.”
Indy moaned at the praise, clenching around Malik’s cock. The added pressure nearly undid him, pleasure shooting up his spine. Reaching between them, Malik wrapped his hand around Indy’s dick, stroking in time with his thrusts.
“Close,” Indy gasped, his body tensing. “So, so, so close.”
Increasing his pace, Malik drove into his mate harder, faster. The sound of skin against skin filled the room, mixed with their ragged breathing and Indy’s increasingly desperate moans. His mate’s cock pulsed in his hand, precum making the slide slick.
“Come for me,” Malik commanded, voice rough. “Want to feel you come on my cock.”
With a cry, Indy obeyed. His body clenched around Malik as he spilled between them, painting his stomach with white. The sight, the feel of his mate’s orgasm, pushed Malik over the edge.
Pleasure crashed through him, his release building at the base of his spine. Instinct took over, his cat demanding he claim, mark, possess. Leaning down, Malik pressed his mouth to the junction of Indy’s shoulder and throat. As his orgasm peaked, he bit down, teeth breaking skin.
Indy cried out, body jerking, cock giving another weak pulse. Malik held the bite as he emptied himself inside his mate, marking him inside and out. The taste of blood, the feel of Indy around him, the knowledge that this was permanent, forever… It all combined into something overwhelming.
Finally releasing the bite, Malik licked at the wound. Carefully pulling out, he gathered Indy against him, their bodies still trembling with aftershocks. His mate was boneless, pliant, breathing still uneven. Reaching for the tissues on the nightstand, Malik cleaned them both, gentle touches that made Indy hum contentedly.
“That was...” His mate’s voice was wrecked, barely above a whisper.
“Yeah.” Malik pressed a kiss to Indy’s temple, then to his shoulder.
Pulling the sheet over them, he tucked Indy against his side. His mate curled into him immediately, his head on Malik’s shoulder, one arm draped across his torso. The weight of him was perfect, grounding.
“Exhausted now,” Indy murmured against Malik’s skin.
Malik’s arm tightened around his mate.
Within minutes, Indy’s breathing had evened out into sleep. Malik stayed awake longer, holding his mate, feeling the bond settle into place.
Running his fingers through his mate’s hair, Malik finally let himself relax. Indy was here, claimed, and safe in his arms. His cat purred, content for the first time in longer than he could remember.
Chapter Seven
Indy was sore in so many places he was walking funny. He still couldn’t believe Malik had claimed him. Still couldn’t believe he’d let him, especially knowing what was after his mate. Sort of. But most of all, Indy couldn’t believe he was back at the shop.
Only, now it was Colton babysitting him. Malik had said it was too risky for him to be there, and Indy missed him already.
Colton, as it turned out, was not the silent brooding type.
“The freesia,” he said, appearing at Indy’s elbow while Indy was wrapping a hand-tied bouquet for a woman who’d come in asking for something cheerful, “is the right call. The yellow ones. They’ll last longer than the roses in this heat.”
The woman, who was somewhere in her mid-seventies and had the energy of someone who had strong opinions about everything and enjoyed sharing them, turned to look at Colton with the expression of a person reassessing the room.
