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His mate pulled him closer and brushed their lips together, tentative at first, testing. When Orrin didn’t pull away, he pressed their mouths together more insistently, teasing the seam with his tongue, while still keeping the contact soft and teasing.
“More?” he asked, his voice low and filled with gravel.
“More,” Orrin agreed before crushing their mouths together and plunging inside.
For as long as he could remember, his entire identity had been wrapped up in control. His ability to control his thoughts and emotions. His reactions. Meetings, both professional and casual. And even those around him.
In that moment, he was completely lost, driven by instinct and little else. It was exhilarating, but also a little frightening to realize he had no command over his own body, let alone the situation.
Tangling his fingers in Erus’ hair, he tilted his head to take the kiss deeper, pillaging the depths of his mate’s mouth. He licked inside, tasting and exploring, then pulled back to drag his teeth over Erus’ lower lip.
Flames licked across his skin. His heart pounded erratically against his ribs. Every muscle in his body tightened with anticipation as his cock swelled to tent his pajama bottoms.
He stroked the smooth, flawless skin that covered Erus’ chest and shoulders, mapping the plains and valleys with his fingertips. A soul-deep shiver rippled over him, pushing his desire to a fever pitch that bordered on desperation.
A part of him was utterly mortified at his behavior, but a bigger, louder part couldn’t be bothered to worry about image or perception. Any concerns he had about Erus not feeling the same way were quickly assuaged when he felt the hard bulge pressing against his backside.
Pushing up on his knees, he leaned closer, blanketing Erus as he continued to eat at his mouth. It still wasn’t enough.
As if Erus had been reading his mind, his oversized sweater disappeared, leaving him completely bare from the waist up. The chilled air against his back, coupled with the searing heat of his mate’s chest, sent him into sensation overload.
A quiet, needy whimper spilled from his lips as he panted and writhed. For the of the fae, he felt wound tight and stretched thin, as if the next caress to his back might shatter him into a million pieces.
With a harsh growl that reverberated around the room, Erus grabbed him by the hips and rose from the sofa, holding him off the floor as if he weighed nothing. Orrin scrambled for purchase, wrapping his arms and legs around his mate, clinging to him like creeping ivy.
Jerking his mouth away to gasp for breath, his eyes fluttered closed and his head fell back when Erus began nibbling at the sensitive skin on his neck. The soft bristles of his trimmed beard tickled Orrin’s nerve endings, while the scrape of his teeth created a sensual sting of pain that threatened to push him over the edge.
Erus continued to assault his senses, his touches alternating between teasing and demanding, leaving him in a constant state of carnal limbo. His head spun, his muscles twitched, and his cock throbbed with the pounding rhythm of his pulse.
The remainder of his clothes vanished as they entered the bedroom, and he hissed with pleasure when his erection rubbed between the grooves of his mate’s abs. Tumbled onto the mattress, he stretched out on the comforter, basking in the warmth and strength that surrounded him.
“Talk to me,” Erus murmured against his throat. “Are you still okay?”
He definitely wasn’t, but not for the reasons Erus meant. While he no longer felt any hesitation about their coupling or his wanton behavior, he did worry he wouldn’t survive it. Gods, he ached, and he would willing accept anything Erus could give him to soothe the burn.
Since he didn’t have the capacity to explain all of that if he wanted to, he settled for echoing his mate’s earlier words back to him. “Don’t stop.”
“That’s what I wanted to hear.” With a feral grin, Erus captured his mouth again and delved inside.
He took what he wanted, demanding Orrin give more than he knew himself capable of, and he did so with the air of a male who knew he had every right. It was a kiss of possession, of ownership. Every swipe of his tongue was branding, consuming, and it left Orrin drowning under a tidal wave of emotions.
“By the gods, you are beautiful,” Erus rasped. Completely and gloriously nude, he settled into the cradle of Orrin’s thighs, his heavy erection sliding along the crease of his groin. “Pink, swollen lips. Flushed cheeks. Eyes all soft and misty.” He punctuated each compliment with a tender kiss. “Fuck, I love the way you look at me. You are mine, asteraki. All mine.”
Orrin didn’t know exactly what expression he wore, but if the guy liked it, that was good enough for him. “Show me.”
He hadn’t meant it as a challenge, but clearly, his mate took it as such. With a predatory growl, he jerked one of Orrin’s legs up, hinging it over his hip.
A moment of panic pierced him when he felt the blunt tip of Erus’ cock press against his opening, but it settled as soon as the thick length breached him. Despite the lack of lubrication or preparation, Erus slid into him easily. There was no pain, no sting, and the only discomfort he felt was intense, overwhelming pressure from being filled so completely.
Bloody hell, he loved magic.
Erus started a slow rhythm, his thrusts languid and controlled as he sank into him over and over. Their gazes met, held, and Orrin had to more himself not to look away from the clear reverence shining back at him. Instead, he grabbed the back of his mate’s neck and pulled him down into a tender kiss that matched the unhurried pace.
It couldn’t last forever, though. As their need built, so did the urgency and tempo, driving them both toward the inevitable climax. Erus thrust harder, faster, plunging into him with a brutal, animalistic intensity that soon had Orrin hovering on the brink.
Moans and growls mingled to fill the room, accompanied by the occasional curse or demand for more. A firestorm burned between them, engulfing them both in its flames as their coupling climbed toward a crescendo.
Panting for breath, drenched in perspiration, Orrin teetered on the edge, needing just one small push to send him over. As always, his mate was only too willing to provide.
