His cock jerked, slapping against his belly and smearing clear lines of precum across his skin. His muscles coiled, his balls drew tight, and his heart beat a frantic rhythm in his throat.
He hovered in the space between pain and pleasure, between too much and not enough. Still, he craved more,neededit, wanted to feel his wolf pressed against him, moving inside him.
A whimper bubbled from his lips when Dominic pulled free, leaving him empty once again, prepared but unsatisfied. He had no time to mourn the loss, though, before he was dragged up from the bed and draped across his mate’s lap.
His legs stretched wide, almost uncomfortably so, to accommodate Dominic’s powerful thighs, and he clutched at his neck and shoulders to balance himself. Winding an arm around his hips, Dominic held him easily so that he hovered over his mate’s glistening length, the crown lodged against his hole.
“Go slow,” Dominic warned, jaw tight and teeth clenched, clear indications he wasn’t as in control as he pretended to be.
Overwhelmed by sensations, drowning in his own desires, Sammy was too far gone for caution. Taking a deep breath, he held it for a second, then released it slowly as he sank over him.
He thought he was ready for the immense pressure and the burn that accompanied it this time, but that didn’t make it any easier. There was nothing he could do about it either except ride the wave and wait for it to pass.
His tight muscles strained around the invasion, making his legs shake and his stomach quiver. Perspiration beaded across his brow, and heat swept up the back of his neck. But just as he bottomed out—his backside pressed into Dominic’s thighs—he found that magical place where the pressure eased and discomfort shifted to indescribable pleasure.
He could feel every ridge, every vein, every beat of his mate’s heart throbbing inside him. Emotions and sensationsconverged, flooding him with everything all at once until he felt dizzy and weightless.
At first, he moved slowly, experimentally, but with Dominic’s guidance, he eventually found a rhythm that had them both racing toward the precipice. The muscles in his thighs screamed as he rose and fell, twisting his hips on every downward stroke, but he kept going.
Trapped between their sweat-slicked bodies, his cock rode the grooves of Dominic’s abs, the head swollen and red. Every thrust created more friction, more heat, and his body curled tight, ready to detonate.
Nearing the summit, his tempo stuttered, his movements wild and jerky, and strangled pleas spilled from his lips in a continuous litany. Dominic took over then, holding him immobile as he pistoned into him, his growls and snarls joining Sammy’s cries in an erotic symphony.
Head thrown back, eyes squeezed closed, he sensed rather than saw Dominic lower his head. Lips brushed against his neck, his collarbone, before clamping down on the apex of his shoulder. Canines pierced his skin, the sting sharp but not painful, flooding him with warmth and radiance.
Sammy screamed, the sound ripped from somewhere deep inside him. Every muscle turned rigid as fire raced southward to pool between his legs. Then he was falling, tumbling over the edge as he painted the space between them.
Still floating, he gasped in surprise when fingers tangled in his hair, jerking his head up, and Dominic’s mouth crashed over his. The kiss was slow, deliberate, and tinged with something metallic.
Blood.
Light burst inside his chest, unfurled, the threads of fate snaking outward, searching, connecting him to Dominic in ways that could never be undone.
His mate grabbed him, muscled arms locking around his torso, as his roar reverberated around the bedroom. Teeth bared, eyes glowing, he shuddered through his release, his gaze intense and locked with Sammy’s.
Lights flickered. A gust of wind swept across the bed. A thin, electrical whine filled the air, and the closet door rattled in its frame.
Then, for the span of a single heartbeat, everything went still, quiet.
Before Sammy could say anything, though, pressure built again, swelling instead of fading, and he shouted his mate’s name as another orgasm tore through him. Breathless, head spinning, he sagged against Dominic with a low groan.
“What the hell was that?”
“Mating knot.” Dominic tightened his arms. “Try not to move. It’ll pass in a minute.”
But Sammy didn’t know if he’d even be conscious in another minute.
“I feel weird,” he murmured, nuzzling against the side of Dominic’s neck.
“I’m not surprised. Your body is going through a lot right now.” Dominic stroked his hair and ran a hand down his back. “You have mystic magic coursing through you.”
Sammy tensed. “I have magic?”
“Not exactly. You can’t access it directly, but it still flows between us.” A sigh billowed from his lips. “It’s hard to explain.”
“Hmm,” Sammy hummed, his eyes drifting shut. “Sounds complicated.”
Dominic chuckled. “Rest,colibrí.We’ll talk about it when you wake up.”