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Then…
“Luc…”
“Fuck, Tate,” I groaned, hips punching into him, rhythm growing uneven. I wasn’t going to last much longer. “Keep saying my name like that.”
A quieter mewl this time. “Luc…”
His own cock pulsed between us, close to his own orgasm. He would come first, I decided. I hitched his leg over my hip again and changed the angle, using my free hand to press on his belly once more. He cried out, loud, and tossed his head back to the pillow, squeezing his eyes shut.
“I can’t hold it,” he whimpered.
Good. Neither could I.
Wordlessly, I buried my face in his neck, tasting the mark once more. It throbbed beneath my tongue like a hot poker. “I need you to come first, baby,” I said. “Let me feel that sweet ass clench around me and pull me right over the edge with you.”
Tate let out one more loud cry, and warm, sticky jets of come pulsed between us, smearing over our stomachs and chests and creating a slick glide for our skin.
His ass fluttered around me, release drifting through his body, trembling his limbs and dragging up goosebumps in its wake. The base of my spine tingled, my own orgasm simmering just beneath the surface. I fucked him harder, feeling him go limp beneath me. But I couldn’t stop.
Tate’s fingers drifted through my hair, ran down my back and seeming to encourage me with his touch alone. Weakly, he began to move his hips with mine, giving me just the right angle to…
“Fuck…” I groaned, hips rocking forward and hanging there. My cock pulsed almost painfully, spilling my release deep inside of him—deep inside of my mate. Tate moaned and shivered, no doubt feeling the warmth of the bond flood through him along with the heat from my cum flooding his hole. I slowed my hips, feeling it seep around me and drip out of him. The mark beneath my lips was on fire, and Tate trembled with the force of it.
So did I.
“Mine…” I panted, feeling the adrenaline fade with the aftershocks coursing through my body.
“Yours,” Tate agreed. I hadn’t expected him to reply, but the single word sent a fresh bolt of heat through my body.
I ghosted kisses across his collarbone, praising him silently while I gathered the strength to speak.
“So fucking perfect…”
I murmured the words right against Tate’s skin, supporting myself on one elbow to run a hand over his body. My cock was still buried deep inside of him, softening now that I’d come but I wasn’t ready to withdraw just yet.
Tate’s sleepy eyes met mine, gentle fingers peeling sweat drenched hair away from my face. “It’s done?” he asked simply. “I’m yours? The… the warmth that I feel; that satiated feeling… that’s the bond?”
Elated to hear those words come out of his mouth, I nodded. “You’re mine, Tate. That sated feeling you have? That’s you feeling my emotions, and I can feel yours. Fuck, I can’t wait to take you out and show you off.”
He glanced between us, to where he still warmed my cock. There was little keeping me inside of him at this point. One wrong move and I would slip out. He smiled, squirming as another pulse of cum dripped out of his ass and onto his sheets. “I could get used to this too.”
My hand brushed his mark again. “This will fade,” I told him. “Not entirely, but enough to where it won’t be so obvious.”
Tate shook his head. “I don’t mind obvious.” His fingers began to explore me; my face, my body, coming through my hair and drifting over my wings and tail. “I want the world to know I’m yours.”
Chapter 21
TATE
“Carter, are you sure about this?”
“Trust me,” my roommate said softly, using his finger to smudge the kohl liner under my eye, which watered at the foreign feeling. “Luc is going to lose his mind.”
“He does that with my hoodies.”
“Well, you can’t wear your hoodies and old faded jeans to a Halloween ball. You’d stick out like a sore thumb—even in this place. Besides, you’re a devil’s mate now; you need to look the part.”
My face was on fire. Logically, I knew it would be clear the moment that Luc sealed the bond into place. What I hadn’t planned for, however, was for him to be able to make me the single most vocal person on the campus.
