Huntsman - Morgan Brice Page 0,47

for niceties. That was fine with Russ, whose wolf growled at the thought of Liam being with anyone else. He resolved to spend forever teaching Liam what he knew of pleasure and exploring new possibilities together.

Russ returned his attention to Liam’s tight pucker. He poked at it with his furled tongue, alternating with licking around the rim to help loosen him. Then he stopped stroking Liam just long enough to slick up the fingers on his other hand, and returned to his slow strokes while one finger worked its way inside.

“Christ, Russ! I’m not gonna last. Do me now, please!”

“Want this to be good for you,” Russ said and gave a light nip to Liam’s ass cheek, which got a yelp and a shimmy in response. He hadn’t broken the skin or left a mark, but he felt a primal satisfaction.

Russ shifted on his knees for a better angle, and added a second finger, while he kissed along Liam’s lower back. He fastened his mouth on one spot just above his hipbone and began to suck a hickey as his fingers stretched Liam’s tight hole, and his other hand provided a slick channel for Liam to fuck.

“That’s it. Mark me,” Liam panted. “Show me I’m yours.”

Russ twisted his fingers, brushing across Liam’s spot, and his lover arched, thrusting back against him. He pushed a third finger in to stretch Liam while he ran the flat of his tongue over the livid bruise of the hickey, proud to leave proof of their union.

“Want to come with you inside me,” Liam said in a breathy voice. “C’mon, Russ. Fuck me now.”

Russ cracked open the lube one-handed and slicked up his cock, so aroused he feared for a second he might lose it just from that scant friction. He gripped Liam’s hip with one hand, still stroking his cock with the other, and pressed against his hole, which still resisted entry despite all his foreplay.

“Just do it,” Liam moaned. Russ pushed in partway, then stilled, giving Liam time to adjust. He knew despite his prep that it had to hurt a little and felt Liam’s erection flag. Russ drew back a bit, stroking Liam back to hardness, letting him relax around the girth of the cock in his ass. When he sensed Liam was ready, he worked his way inside, slow strokes to minimize the stretch and burn, and finally seated himself fully, balls-deep. Russ needed to take a moment so he didn’t blow his load right then from the tight heat that gripped him and pulled him in.

Liam shoved back against him, a clear signal to get moving. Russ gave a throaty laugh in response and pulled back, then slid home again, beginning a rhythm that soon had him sweaty and gasping. He knew he wasn’t going to last long.

All of that drove him close to the edge, along with something indefinably more. Every sensation felt like it had been turned up to maximum, exploding through his senses. The sound of Liam’s moans and his own stuttered breathing, the smell of mingled sweat and the last round’s come, the taste of Liam’s skin on his lips. All of it was almost too much, and simultaneously not yet quite enough.

Russ stroked Liam’s cock faster and felt Liam go rigid beneath him as his orgasm hit, drawing out a howl of ecstasy. That drove Russ over the brink, and he pounded Liam’s ass with short, hard strokes as he chased his release. For an instant, Russ swore he could feel Liam’s bliss from the inside, experiencing his lover’s emotions as his own. He nearly whited out at the intensity of his climax, so that at the end, he and Liam’s combined weight was being supported by the couch as they both went weak in the knees.

Shaking, he drew Liam down with him, still connected, and wrapped his arms around Liam’s chest. Liam let his head fall back, exposing that beautiful expanse of throat, and it took all of Russ’s willpower not to bite like his wolf demanded.

Instead, he kissed and licked a trail from chin to shoulder, and then buried his face in Liam’s red hair when he no longer trusted himself to behave.

“I love you,” he whispered next to Liam’s ear. “Mate.”

“Umm,” Liam murmured dreamily, thoroughly sated. “Love you too, mate.”

If Russ had harbored any remaining doubts about whether he and Liam were fated mates, their joining banished those thoughts. Nothing in his life prepared him for the intensity of their union, or