The Deputy and His Enforcer (Kincaid Pack #3) - Kiki Clark Page 0,106
to Marcus’s ear, he pressed a kiss to the shell before breathing out, “Claim what’s yours.”
The hard thrust Marcus gave him after that made his eyes roll back in his head. He dug his nails into Marcus’s back and nodded, lifting his hips to meet the next one.
“Fuck, yes, just like that.”
Marcus’s face was buried in Robson’s neck, but his whimpers and panting breath let Robson know it felt just as good to him. It wasn’t too long either before he felt a slight sting as the base of Marcus’s dick caught on the edge of his rim.
“There it is,” he murmured, arching his back and moaning. “Come on, cariño. Knot me.”
Crying out, Marcus drove forward, one strong hand creating bruises on Robson’s hip as he held his lower half up from the bed with one hand. Robson moaned at the slight burn as Marcus grew inside him, tying them together. He could feel the heat of Marcus’s come filling him, and it was…
Amazing.
All of the sensations flooding him were almost enough to tip him over, but as Marcus’s grip on his hip relaxed and he lowered back down onto the pillow, Marcus lifted his head and frowned down at Robson’s still-hard cock. He cocked his head in a completely wolfish manner that made Robson bite his lip, so he didn’t comment on it.
“Bite me,” he whispered, satisfied when Marcus’s head snapped up, eyes and fangs still on display. “I can’t do it until you do.”
The magic from Marcus’s bite was the last ingredient Damien had said. Like a match to kindling, it would ignite the spell inside Robson. He could feel it buzzing in his veins, wanting out but stuck until Marcus released it.
He could still see a tiny bit of worry in Marcus’s eyes though. A part of his mate still thought that binding them together with the bites was something Robson wasn’t ready for or would grow to regret.
Robson knew the truth.
Grabbing one of Marcus’s hands, he raised it first to his mouth and kissed the palm, then laid it on his chest right over his heart. “You feel that? How steady it is? I want this. I want you. I want to be your mate in every way imaginable and then some. Nothing could change how much I love you.” Marcus’s face softened, but there was still something there, something Robson was missing. Suddenly, he realized what it was. “Cariño, I’ll never get tired of you. If you ever get sent away again, then I’ll be right there beside you. You’ll never be alone again. I promise you.”
Tears filled his poor, sweet mate’s eyes, but those were the magic words. Despite how much he loved Rick and the pack, a part of Marcus was still worried about not being enough and getting kicked out of the family he’d struggled to make.
Opening his mouth, Marcus leaned forward and licked the spot between Robson’s neck and shoulder. Reaching up, Robson threaded his fingers through his hair just as the first pricks of pain lit up his whole body.
It wasn’t like anything he’d ever felt before.
It was almost like there really was a fire in his veins, burning him up from the inside. It was painful but also the most intensely erotic thing he’d ever experienced. Screaming, he tightened his hold in Marcus’s hair and shot his load between them, completely untouched, but he barely noticed.
Gums aching, he sliced open his own lip as his canines extended into fangs abruptly. Hissing, he didn’t hesitate to strike at the lovely pale skin in front of him. His instincts were so strong and urgent he didn’t think he could stop himself if he wanted to.
Marcus grunted against Robson’s neck and released his hold when Robson bit him, raising his head a little to rub their cheeks together. As soon as Marcus’s blood hit his tongue and throat, the flames burning him up began to lessen, effectively extinguished.
Moaning, he released his teeth and collapsed back onto the bed, his entire body feeling wrung out yet also energized. He had to force his eyes open, but when he saw the healing bite mark on Marcus, he couldn’t help but grin smugly.
He’d done that.
There was a warmth in his chest that he instinctively knew was the bonding connection Bennett had talked about, but it was already fading as the magic began to fade, his teeth shrinking back to normal.
Marcus gently touched Robson’s cut lip, brows furrowed. “It’s healing.”