The Deputy and His Enforcer (Kincaid Pack #3) - Kiki Clark Page 0,90
moving faster and losing rhythm.
Marcus shook his head, sliding one hand down to dig into Robson’s firm ass. “Don’t care.”
“That’s good.” Robson chuckled and started laying sweet, lingering kisses down the side of Marcus’s neck, pausing when he met the junction where his neck met his shoulder.
Marcus groaned loudly when Robson lightly bit down and sucked at the skin between his teeth. The pseudo-bite stirred Marcus’s wolf. Whining, he exposed his throat more fully to his mate, chin tipped up and to the side.
Robson released his mouthful and carefully moved to the hollow of Marcus’s throat. Just as his tongue started to slide up the thin skin, Robson tightened his grip on Marcus’s hair and drove his hips forward hard.
The feeling of possessiveness—of claiming—filled Marcus so fully and quickly, he cried out, hips jerking upward as he worked hard to hold back his climax even as Robson’s cock released his seed deep inside Marcus’s body.
Marking him as clearly as any bonding bite would.
Marcus was so close to the edge that the moist breaths Robson was panting against his neck as he recovered were driving him crazy. He arched his back and moaned as Robson gave another weak thrust.
“Easy, cariño,” he murmured into his skin.
“Need you” was all he could gasp out as his fingers dug into Robson’s skin, his body feeling like all the nerve cells were lighting up at once.
“You have me.” Robson pressed a kiss to Marcus’s throat, then lifted his head and took Marcus’s mouth in a claiming nearly as fierce as their mating.
Moaning around Robson’s thrusting tongue, he wiggled on his softening cock and pressed his own erection up against Robson’s firm abs, seeking some sort of relief from the ache growing in his testicles. When Marcus became more focused on humping into Robson’s body than kissing him, Robson pulled away with a chuckle, peeling his sweaty torso off Marcus’s.
“You still want my knot, cariño?” Robson growled.
“Yes!” His fingers twisted in his hair, hips rising off the mattress as his back arched. The need inside him was growing to a size his body couldn’t contain, and he knew he’d soon explode with it. “Hurry, Robson.”
“Shhh. Flip over for me.”
Based on the noise Robson made when Marcus flung himself over onto his stomach, he might have accidentally kicked his mate. His whole body felt uncoordinated and shaky in a way that nearly frightened him.
But Robson was there, and he knew he was safe with him.
“Raise your hips a second. Good, perfect.” Robson slipped a couple of pillows under him, raising his backside for easy access. Marcus whimpered just at the thought, pressing his face into the sheets that smelled like both of their arousals. “Try and relax a little.”
Marcus barked out a laugh, the noise so sudden and loud it stilled Robson for a moment. Then he chuckled as well and kneaded Marcus’s cheeks.
“I know. But it’ll be easier for you if you’re aroused but relaxed.”
A thought slipped into the back of Marcus’s head, dampening his enjoyment of the moment. “Have you… done this before?”
“No,” Robson said easily as his hands left Marcus, but the sound of the lube opening immediately followed. “But I’ve done some research before and double-checked a couple things after how you reacted this morning. Figured it’d come up sooner rather than later.”
Marcus pulled another pillow over and buried his grinning face into it.
“Ready?” Robson asked, the fingers from his dry hand trailing down Marcus’s back and up onto his ass. When Marcus nodded and took a deep breath, trying to relax into the bed, Robson gripped one of his cheeks and spread him, pushing multiple fingers inside him right away.
Robson was more careful not to tease his prostate very much, but it didn’t matter. The sound and smell and feel of Robson slowly working him more and more open was enough to drive Marcus’s arousal higher still.
His hips kept twitching, rubbing his cock in the now damp pillows beneath him, but Robson eventually gripped his hip with his free hand to slow the movements. Closing his eyes, he concentrated on breathing and staying relaxed. He found a sort of calm place in his head where he could experience how amazing Robson was making him feel without having that right on the edge of coming sensation crawling under his skin. Every once in a while, Robson would twist his fingers or stretch them in such a way it’d sent a jolt up Marcus’s spine, lighting up stars behind his closed lids.