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I kept my hands off my dick, knowing that I could blow at any second without even touching myself. At some point, Luc tugged my bottom lip free from where I bit down on it, trying to keep quiet.

“Let me hear you,” he demanded. “I want to hear exactly how you feel when I sink my cock into you.”

Chapter 20

LUC

Fuck, I wished I could capture that sound; bottle it up and stow it way for a rainy day.

Tate took my fingers so well, took my tail even better. The whole building might know what was happening, but I didn’t seem to care. Rain pattered against the windshield; thunder rolled and lightning cracked, a physical manifestation of the storm going on within me. Lust warred with impatience; desire coiled low in my belly, ready to snap. The mate bond tugged at me, Tate’s mark pulsing in the low light, darkened more now by the storm.

It called out to me, marking the man as mine.

Mine.

I steeled myself, then slowly withdrew my tail from Tate’s ass. He shuddered, then whimpered at the loss.

“Don’t worry, baby,” I said, stretching over him to bracket his body. I braced myself on the pillow by his head, balancing my weight on one arm and using the other to line my cock up with his hole. “This will feel so much better.”

Lined up with his entrance, I gazed down at his eyes. They widened slightly at the feeling of my girth, but Tate relaxed almost immediately.

“I trust you,” he murmured against my mouth, threading his fingers through my hair and latching on tight to pull me into a passionate kiss. His tongue prodded for entry once, twice, three times before I dropped my jaw and allowed it, letting him suck on my tongue as a distraction while I pushed into him.

He groaned into the kiss, vibrating my lips. I slowed, but Tate rolled his hips over my cock and stole another inch.

Fuck, he felt so much better than I ever thought. Heat engulfed my cock, welcoming me into Tate’s body like a personal invitation. He was warm and tight, squeezing around me and I knew I wouldn’t last long.

With slow, gentle thrusts of my hips—as slowly and gently as I could manage in my desperation—I claimed him. Inch by inch, Tate stretched around my cock like he was made for it. I dropped my hand, letting his body guide me and curling it around his hip. His leg hitched over my waist, opening him up further for me. I groaned at the change in angle, and Tate’s hips punched into the air.

Ah, that must be the angle to hit his prostate.

How I’d waited so long to introduce that beautiful boy to his pleasure center, I’d never know, but I’d do whatever it took to make sure he knew nothing but that pleasure for the rest of our lives.

With his cock pinned against our stomach’s, Tate couldn’t even touch himself. He tried to buck against me, but I had him trapped too well. Not only had I introduced him to his prostate, I was going to do my damndest to make sure he knew what a prostate orgasm felt like.

And judging by the way he was beginning to writhe beneath me, I was well on my way to make it happen.

After an agonizing wait, I bottomed out, hips flush against my mate’s. My cock throbbed inside him impatient, my body ready to claim what belonged to me. Tate arched his back, rolling his hips and attempting to force me to move, but I held still.

“Take your time and adjust to me baby,” I told him, feeding a hand between us and massaging his lower belly, letting him feel me inside of him from all sides. He moaned and wriggled again. “Best believe I’ll be fucking you into this mattress until you’re begging me to stop.”

His pretty eyes fluttered open, and he licked his lips. “Luc…”

“I know…” I cooed, adding more pressure to his stomach. “Trust me, I’m just as ready as you are, but I don’t want to hurt you. And if I give in to how badly I want to fuck you right now, I will.”

The breath punched out of him. I couldn’t tell if he were aroused or terrified by the thought, but his cock throbbed and milked a drop of clear liquid onto his stomach. His hand drifted toward it, but I snatched it out of the air and pinned it back to the bed. If looks could kill, Tate would have put me six feet under.

He was even cute when he was glaring at me.

I withdrew until just the tip of my cock remained, then slammed back into Tate, chasing away every thought he had of touching himself. Tate shouted loud enough to rival the storm outside, loud enough to rattle the windows.

“Again,” he panted, breathless.

Happily.

I settled into an easy rhythm, adjusting my angle to peg Tate’s prostate again and again, thrusting into him and using the drag of my cock inside of him to drive him wild.

The mate bond took over, the desire to mark him, to claim him fully as mine sweeping over me until I didn’t know anything else. I kissed him again, licked into his mouth and trailed over his cheek to that mark, feeling it pulse beneath my tongue. Tate moaned and cried, matching my pace and fucking himself on me, the noises falling from his lips growing more obscene by the second. Strained curses weaved with moans and sighs, growing loud enough to reverberate off the walls.