“Keep going,” he panted, arching back to grind against him. “Please don’t stop.”
Dominic’s hands disappeared, and more gel spilled down his crease, warm and slippery. Then his mate grabbed him again, his fingers flexing around his hips, and planted his feet wide as he lined up with Sammy’s fluttering hole.
The pressure was immense.
Gritting his teeth, he breathed through his nose, his fingers curling against the tiles, nails scraping over the grout. He tried to relax, to accept the invasion, but the sting sent a flash burn across his entire body.
Dominic sank into him, slow and controlled, inch by inch, until his hips pressed against Sammy’s upturned ass. Coarse hairs scratched against his skin, and Dominic’s heavy scrotum nestled at the curve of his cheeks.
Sammy clung to those little sensations, using them to ground himself.
“That’s it,colibrí,” his mate murmured. He caressed Sammy’s back and flanks in long, soothing lines. “Breathe.”
They stayed like that—Dominic encouraging, Sammy shaking—for what seemed like years, but eventually, the bite of pain faded, easing into something enticing, thrilling. His belly tightened, fire raced up his spine, and his cock hardened as he felt Dominic throbbing inside him.
“Move,” he breathed, pushing back against his mate.
Dominic set a measured pace, every thrust of his hips unhurried and deliberate. Leaning over him, he blanketed Sammy’s back, his lips resting against the edge of his ear.
“Fuck,” he growled. “You feel amazing. So soft. So damn tight.” He punctuated each statement with a sharp roll of his hips, pushing his cock deeper.
Sammy responded with a strangled moan, his head spinning and his lungs scorching as he struggled for breath.
Little by little, he felt the wolf’s control crumble as the beast crawled to the surface. His grip on Sammy tightened, his tempo increased, his thrusts coming harder, more punishing.
Sammy reveled in it, meeting every push and pull in a silent plea for more. Harder, faster, deeper, it didn’t matter. He would gladly accept anything his mate gave him.
Need consumed him, his body aching for a release that felt just out of reach. The muscles in his back knotted. His legs trembled. Pressure built again, the world narrowing to where their bodies joined.
Then Dominic palmed his length, squeezing him roughly, and Sammy shattered.
His eyes rolled back in his head, and a guttural cry ripped from his throat as he detonated, his orgasm dragging him deep beneath a wave of shimmering lights.
Dominic thrust harder, faster, plowing into him without restraint.
A grunt. A rumbling growl. Then his rhythm faltered.
A deafening roar filled the room and shook the shower panes, his body shuddering against Sammy’s. He collapsed forward, catching himself against the wall, his arm encircling Sammy’s waist to keep him upright.
Still riding the high, Sammy sighed and sagged into him.
Goddess, he had never felt anything so intense. Maybe it had something to do with the mating bond. Or the magic. It might have been the natural release after a night filled with apprehension and uncertainty.
“Okay?” Dominic asked, voice quiet and filled with gravel as he nuzzled his cheek.
Sammy grinned.
Or maybe everything felt different simply because it was Dominic.
Chapter twelve
The rest of the pack staggered in an hour later, the faint scent of decay clinging to them.
Thierry came through the door first, his clothes and hair caked with blood—some his, most of it not—and his movements sluggish from exhaustion. He made it barely two steps before collapsing into a chair in the entry hall.
Chapel and Kennedy followed, both just as haggard, just as gruesome.
“Fuck,” Chapel cursed under her breath.