The words sent a fresh wave of heat through Ewen, and his fox yipped in approval. Lamont was moving lower, his hands urging Ewen’s legs farther apart, and Ewen’s brain short-circuited when he realized what Lamont intended.
“Wait, you don’t have to…Ooh.”Forget I said anything.The last word came out as a moan when Lamont’s tongue found his most intimate hole. That tongue was surely a lethal weapon – warm, wet, and absolutely devastating.
No one had ever done this to him. Ewen hadn’t even known something like that could feel so…so…overwhelming…intimate… and so fucking good he couldn’t form coherent thoughts. Lamont worked at his hole with single-minded focus, and Ewen could feel himself opening, relaxing, his body accepting the intrusion of first one finger, then two.
“That’s it,” Lamont murmured against his skin. “You’re doing so well, my mate. So perfect for me.”
Ewen wanted to respond, wanted to say something witty and casual like he imagined other men in a similar situation might do, but all that came out was a whimper when Lamont’s fingers found something inside him that made stars explode behind his eyelids.
“There,” Lamont said, satisfaction evident in his voice. “Found it.”
That was it. Ewen had absolutely no control over his body. Lamont worked that spot like it was his favorite treat, tongue and fingers moving in concert, until Ewen was shaking and begging without words. The stretch and burn had faded into something else entirely - a fullness that felt right and necessary, like his body had been waiting for Lamont all along.
“Please.” Ewen finally found his voice. “Lamont, please, I need…”
“We’re getting there, hon.” Lamont pulled back, and Ewen heard the click of a bottle opening. “But I’m going to make sure you’re ready first.”
The lube was cool against his heated skin, but Lamont’s fingers seemed to know exactly what they were doing as he worked Ewen open even farther. Three fingers now, stretching him wider, and Ewen’s fox was practically vibrating with need. He could feel magic tingling across his skin, warm and soothing, and realized Lamont was using it to make this easier.
“Now,” Ewen demanded. “Lamont, now, damn it. I’m ready.”
“I’ll have to remember you’re bossy when you’re horny.” But Lamont was moving, settling between Ewen’s legs, and the blunt pressure of his cock replaced his fingers.
Ewen tensed despite himself, and Lamont immediately stilled.
“Breathe,” Lamont instructed, one hand coming up to cup Ewen’s face. “Look at me. Just breathe out, nice and slow, and relax.”
Ewen met Lamont’s eyes and saw his own hunger reflected there, mixed with tenderness that made his chest tight. He took a breath, then another, and felt his body relax fractionally.
Lamont pressed forward - he was being so slow and so careful. Ewen’s mouth fell open. It was too much, impossible, and yet his body was accepting Lamont’s cock, yielding to the steady pressure. Lamont would pause, giving Ewen time to adjust, murmuring praise and encouragement that Ewen barely processed, before pushing forward again.
Finally, Ewen felt Lamont’s thighs brush against his butt. They both stilled – Ewen could barely breathe he felt so full. He felt split open and yet complete all at the same time. He could genuinely say he’d never been so close to another person as he was with Lamont in that moment. The bond between them hummed with satisfaction.
“Okay?” Lamont’s voice was strained, his control clearly hanging by a thread.
“Yes.” Ewen shifted experimentally and gasped as Lamont’s cock hit that spot. “Gods, yes. Move. Move now.”
Lamont withdrew slowly and then pushed back in. Ewen’s back arched, and he moaned again. The angle was good but not quite right, and he could feel his gums starting to itch - he was ready tostake his claim on his mate. But Lamont’s neck was too far away from his teeth, and the way Ewen’s shoulders were pressed into the bed with his butt perched up on the pillows…panic flickered through the pleasure.
How can I bite Lamont’s neck like this?
Lamont must have sensed his distress through their bond because he stilled immediately. “What’s wrong? Does something hurt?”
“Not hurt. I can’t…my fox…” Ewen struggled to form words. “The bite. I need to bite you, but I can’t reach like this.”
“Oh.” Understanding flooded Lamont’s face, followed by a wicked grin. “Hold on.”
He pulled out carefully, and before Ewen could protest the loss, the world shifted. Magic rippled across his skin, and suddenly Ewen was sitting up, straddling Lamont’s lap, sinking back down onto his cock in one almost smooth motion.
“Better?” Lamont asked, hands settling on Ewen’s hips to steady him.
“Hmm, yes.” Ewen wound his arms around Lamont’s neck, feeling the new angle send sparks of pleasure racing up his spine. “This is perfect.”
It seemed too easy after that. They moved together, finding a rhythm that had Ewen gasping and clinging to Lamont’s shoulders. His mate’s mouth found his, swallowing his moans, and Ewen could feel the pressure building, coiling tighter and tighter at the base of his spine.
“Close,” he panted against Lamont’s lips. “I’m so close.”
“I’m there with you. Let go.” Lamont’s hand wrapped around Ewen’s cock, stroking in time with their movements. “Come for me, mate.”