Grateful they’d left the lights on so he could appreciate the blooming flush across Pyxlevir’s chest and shoulders, Gramlithyn tried to ignore the way Pyxlevir was softly grinding his hips so their bodies brushed. Gramlithyn’s dick was grateful for every speck of friction, but it was pushing him almost past the point of madness.
“Can I use three fingers yet?” Gramlithyn asked as he dug deep to find every scrap of patience he possessed.
Pyxlevir’s response was a rapid bob of his head. That was all the confirmation Gramlithyn needed. He carefully added another digit and pumped them in and out of Pyxlevir’s hole.
“I can’t wait for you to fuck me,” Pyxlevir whispered against Gramlithyn’s mouth, increasing the hybrid’s ardor.
They shared kisses, and their skin grew slick with sweat as they lay there on a pale green sheet with their bodies rocking ever closer together. Gramlithyn was holding on by a string, and his zebra was snorting his encouragement as he prepped Pyxlevir for his dick. Balls tight, Gramlithyn groaned Pyxlevir’s name as the elf tweaked his nipple.
“Get inside me,” Pyxlevir murmured. “I want a zebra bite.”
Satisfied that Pyxlevir knew whether he was ready or not, Gramlithyn pulled his arm away and searched frantically for the lube. He caught sight of the bottle and stretched across a now supine Pyxlevir to snatch it. With a grunt, the hybrid batted Pyxlevir’s hands away from his cock. If Pyxlevir touched him, the battle would be immediately lost.
Gramlithyn squeezed slick into his palm and quickly coated his length, then he chucked the bottle and barely noticed it hit the floor. Shuffling forward until he was between Pyxlevir’s bent knees, Gramlithyn grabbed his cock.
He paused to appreciate the beautiful elf staring up at him with love and desire in his eyes. The trust Pyxlevir had in him was no small matter, and Gramlithyn kept that in mind as he lined himself up to Pyxlevir’s stretched hole.
Searching Pyxlevir’s face for any hint of discomfort, Gramlithyn pressed forward. The tip of Gramlithyn’s dick spread Pyxlevir open. As he slid slowly into Pyxlevir, Gramlithyn was obsessed with the heat and pressure of the silky channel caressing his cock. Pyxlevir exhaled heavily and arched his neck so his head was buried further into his pillow.
No longer needing to hold on to himself, Gramlithyn caressed Pyxlevir’s hips as they were joined. The muscles of Pyxlevir’s belly tightened when Gramlithyn pushed fully inside. Gramlithyn forced himself to stop. To allow Pyxlevir to adjust to his invasion. And to give himself a moment to keep from coming immediately.
Bending forward, Gramlithyn balanced his weight on his elbows and took Pyxlevir into his arms. Pyxlevir tugged on Gramlithyn’s hair and flexed his hips. His zebra screamed encouragement. So, Gramlithyn swept his tongue into Pyxlevir’s mouth as he drove in and out of his mate in short strokes.
Pyxlevir matched his rhythm, and their skin slapped in the quiet of their bedroom as they fucked. All Gramlithyn could smell were carrots and the musk of their sweat-slickened bodies. He wanted it to last forever.
But sparks of desire were pinging through him. And his zebra was nearly incoherent with his need to mark Pyxlevir as his own. Gramlithyn had no choice but to break their kiss as his fangs burst painlessly through his gums.
As if he too were obeying instinct, Pyxlevir tilted his head to the side. Gramlithyn swiped his tongue up Pyxlevir’s exposed flesh. Still thrusting into Pyxlevir, Gramlithyn sank his teeth into the elf’s neck. His orgasm crashed through him in unparalleled pleasure.
But Gramlithyn was treated to another miracle. Elf and zebra celebrated as their soul twisted fully with Pyxlevir’s. It was six years past schedule, but they were finally one. A heartbeat later, a searing pain ripped through his ear as Fate added a second hoop of twisted blue and green. Love overwhelmed Gramlithyn as he pulled his fangs free, licked Pyxlevir’s already healed wound, and dropped his forehead to rest on the pillow beneath his mate’s head.
“I love you so much,” Gramlithyn mumbled into the cotton.
Pyxlevir combed his fingers through Gramlithyn’s hair and chuckled breathlessly. “I love you too.”
Limbs heavy and his heart thundering in his chest after his intense orgasm, Gramlithyn forced himself upward so he could brush his lips with Pyxlevir’s.
“My zebra is dancing in my head.”
“I wasn’t expecting anyone to undersell the intensity of a shifter bite, but…fuck me, that was something.”
“Fucking you was incredible.”
“Definitely an experience I plan to repeat,” Pyxlevir said, wearing a gorgeous grin. “Although I almost yelled at you to hurry up.”
“It was our first time; we had to get it right.”
“Don’t worry about that, Gramlithyn, it was perfect.”
“Everything about today was perfect.”
Their mouths met in a smiling kiss.
“Even in my dreams, our matebond ceremony was less beautiful than reality,” Pyxlevir said. “And I lacked the imagination to understand how good it’d feel to have you inside me. Plus, that zebra bite. I’ll need that several times a week, thank you very much.”
“You’ll get no argument from me.”
“Good, because I’m going to need another one before I sleep tonight.”
