His Apprehensive Mate - Brea Alepou Page 0,66

dried them both off before picking Morgan up and walking back into the bedroom.

“My legs work,” Morgan said.

Kenny stopped and turned and pushed Morgan up against the wall. He grabbed his mate’s hands and intertwined their fingers. He forced Morgan’s arms above his head and captured his mouth in a demanding kiss. Morgan yielded under him and sagged against the wall, letting Kenny support all his weight.

Morgan started to move his hips, thrusting his leaking cock against Kenny’s abdomen.

Kenny nipped Morgan’s bottom lip. “You’re mine.”

Morgan thumped his head back as he moved his hips more. Just as Kenny was about to stop him, Morgan stopped on his own. He lifted his head and with half-lidded eyes stared at Kenny.

His fingers tightened around Kenny’s.

“You’re mine too.”

Kenny could practically feel Morgan’s wolf right below the surface. It only seemed to spur his snow leopard on even more. Their mouths clashed together, allowing their more animalistic side to come through. Their teeth clicked together, and it was as if neither one of them could get enough of each other. Morgan ran his tongue over Kenny’s teeth, making his gums itch even more to shift his teeth and mark his mate.

He pulled back. His plans had been to go slow, to take Morgan apart piece by piece, but he didn’t think he had it in him. Kenny’s need was too great, right there on the edge, riding him. Morgan whimpered, and Kenny pulled them away from the wall and surprisingly made it to the bed. They crashed down in a tangle of limbs.

Kenny untangled their fingers and moved his hand down Morgan’s body. He cupped Morgan’s ass, squeezing it, knowing if he looked there would be a red imprint of his hand.

“Kenny,” Morgan cried out as he moved against Kenny, seeking friction.

Kenny growled as he flipped Morgan over, and sure enough, a pink handprint practically glowed on Morgan’s ass. Kenny admired it for a little bit before he spread Morgan’s cheeks and ran his finger over the puckered flesh.

Mine.

It was all that kept repeating in his head. Morgan was his—his mate, his love, his fucking everything. Kenny sucked on his finger, getting it nice and wet before he eased it inside of Morgan. Tight heat wrapped so tightly around his finger, making every muscle in Kenny’s body tense up in anticipation. He curled his finger in search of the magic button that drove his mate insane and made his hole slick.

He caressed against Morgan’s prostate, earning a needy moan from Morgan as he flexed his hips back, asking for more. Kenny couldn’t deny him; he rubbed against Morgan’s prostate relentlessly. Slick coated his fingers. There was so much that it dropped down his arm.

Soon Kenny added another finger and then another, stretching his mate properly. He groaned as he withdrew his fingers, unable to hold off much longer. Morgan growled, looking over his shoulder at Kenny. There was a pleading look in his dark brown eyes that Kenny was all too familiar with. He felt the same way, desperate for his mate.

Kenny stroked his cock with his slick-coated hand. It sent a shiver down his spine. He lined himself up with Morgan’s entrance and eased in ever so slowly. They both moaned. Morgan was so tight around his cock. Kenny blanketed himself over Morgan’s back and pulled him close.

Morgan tossed his head back, resting it on Kenny’s shoulder as Kenny pulled out before thrusting up. Kenny set a maddening pace, one that he knew wouldn’t let him last long.

Morgan writhed against him, and Kenny stroked Morgan’s cock in time with his thrusts. Morgan bared his throat, the mark looking so beautiful on his pale neck. Kenny let his teeth shift and did what they both needed. He bit down, breaking skin and marking his mate over the same place again. Their bond hummed between them, and they both groaned as their orgasm rocked through them with a force that had Kenny tightening his hold around Morgan’s waist.

Blood dripped in his mouth, and he pulled his teeth from the mark before licking up the blood. Morgan shivered, and his hole tightened around Kenny’s softening, sensitive cock. He groaned, his heart thudding erratically in his chest.

“Th—th—” Morgan gave up on forming a complete sentence “Best.” Morgan relaxed in Kenny’s arms.

Kenny dragged them the rest of the way up the bed, pulled the comforter back, and lay down. He curled fully around Morgan.

“I may need to do that again,” Kenny admitted.

“Give me a little time and we