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Lube.
With a moan, Pisces broke the kiss. He panted harshly as he cast his attention to the side of the towel. Spotting what he needed, Pisces grabbed the tube of slick and made quick work of dousing his cock.
Even as Pisces hissed at the chill, his prick twitching at the stimulation, he poured another healthy dollop onto his fingers. After closing and tossing it aside, he focused on Peter’s face as he reached down and found his mate’s hole with unerring accuracy. Pisces pressed a finger inside and groaned upon feeling his human’s body easily give way, allowing him to sink into Peter’s tight, squeezing heat.
Upon feeling the sensation, Pisces groaned deeply. He eased his finger out and pushed back in. When Peter canted his hips and moved into his touch, Pisces added a second finger, crooking his digits in search of that special nub.
When Peter groaned and shuddered beneath him, Pisces issued a feral growl, knowing he’d found it. He repeated his ministrations, speeding up his movements. As much as Pisces wanted to take his time with his mate, his need drove him forward almost blindly.
Pisces soon added a third finger, easing it in beside the first two. Seeing and feeling Peter’s slight hitch beneath him, he dredged up a measure of self-control and paused. He twisted his fingers just a little, allowing him to slide over Peter’s prostate again.
Peter instantly groaned, and after another few seconds, he relaxed beneath him.
Lowering his head, Pisces captured Peter’s lips once more. Where before it had been all teeth, tongues, and need, that time, he managed to keep it relaxed and teasing. At the same time, Pisces continued stretching his mate, getting him good and ready.
Lifting his head a little, breaking the kiss, Pisces held Peter’s gaze. “Ready, my mate?” His voice came out more ragged than he’d ever heard it, betraying his desires.
“Ready, Pisces,” Peter responded, sounding just as rough. “I’m ready. Mate us.”
Pisces wouldn’t have been able to deny that request, even if he’d wanted to, which he didn’t. After easing his fingers free of Peter’s channel, he gripped his base and quickly lined up his cock. He touched his crown to his mate’s opening, and even that little stimulation seemed to shoot straight up his cock.
With a groan, Pisces shuddered. Breathing deeply, he struggled to get himself under control. When Peter wrapped his legs back around Pisces’s waist and pushed against him harder, he accepted it was a losing battle.
Pisces growled low in his throat as he pushed forward, popping his crown past Peter’s guardian muscle. Instantly, he was surrounded in the tightest, hottest, most exquisite heat of his life. Gritting his teeth, Pisces began to push forward slowly, deeper and deeper, barely resisting his urge to slam home fast and hard.
“Yessss, Pisces,” Peter snarled. “Fill me.”
Feeling Peter dig his heels into Pisces’s back, pushing back against him, Pisces whimpered his mate’s name...and drove forward. He froze, buried balls deep. A shudder worked through his frame as he kept still, doing his best to give Peter a chance to adjust.
Peter trembled beneath him, worrying Pisces. Then his mate whined, “Don’t stop. Please, move.”
Relief flooded Pisces that he hadn’t hurt his mate. When he felt Peter clench around his embedded length, all self-control fled. Pisces drew his hips back before swiftly reversing direction and slamming home once more. The feel of Peter’s hot, silky chute sent every thought out of his mind as he rutted over and over.
Fingernails dug into Pisces’s shoulders, and he reveled in the knowledge that he would wear Peter’s marks. His balls began to draw tight again, and he desperately tried to hold on. He adjusted his angle just a little, and Peter barked a bliss-filled cry as he jolted beneath him. In the next instant, Pisces felt the heat of Peter’s cream between them as his mate’s body clamped onto his shaft.
Unable to hold off, Pisces slammed as deeply as possible as his orgasm rolled through his shaking body. He poured spurt after spurt into his lover, marking him on the inside. His senses soared, and he cried Peter’s name.
As Pisces came down from the endorphin ride, his instinct took over. He sank his teeth into the flesh where Peter’s neck met his shoulder. Biting deep, Pisces reveled in the taste of the blood welling up from the wound. He drank greedily of his mate’s exquisite-tasting life-blood, bonding them for eternity.
Pisces took several deep swallows before coming back to himself. Humming, he eased his teeth out of Peter’s flesh. He lapped over the marks, sealing the wound, and a deep sense of satisfaction flooded Pisces upon seeing the mark left behind.
My claiming mark.
Pisces wasn’t certain how long he stared at the beautiful scar before Peter’s slightly slurred, mumbled voice broke through his fog.
“You look smug.”
Chuckling softly, Pisces grinned into the face of his mate. He loved the sated expression he found there. Peter’s eyes were heavy-lidded, his pupils were dilated, and his lips were kiss-ravaged, and Pisces had never thought he looked sexier.
“Hell, yeah, I’m smug,” Pisces admitted, running a fingertip over his mark. “You’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” Peter confirmed. He smiled softly as he rubbed his palms over Pisces’s shoulders. “Sorry about the nail marks on your shoulders.”
“Don’t be,” Pisces countered. With a waggle of his brows, he told him, “I hope to help you put them there often.”
Peter barked a laugh. “I’m onboard with that.”
With a wink, Pisces teased, “Then welcome aboard, captain.”
