Crashing into Fate (Maple Grove #25) - Lynn Hagen Page 0,23

began to thrust backward, impaling his ass on Lewis’s fingers. Lewis quickly pushed a third one in, wanting Arlan fully stretched because Lewis wasn’t sure he could hold out much longer.

Arlan was turning finger fucking into an orgasmic fantasy come true. Lewis could only gaze up at the man, entranced by his mate as Arlan bounced up and down, his eyes closed as he licked his lips.

What a fucking sight.

“I need to fuck you,” Lewis said as Arlan slowed and then stopped.

Lewis pulled his fingers free and then grabbed the lube, coating his cock thoroughly. Grabbing the base, Lewis watched as his mate slowly eased down on his length. His cock was being swallowed by Arlan’s ass, and Lewis had to grit his teeth to fight for control.

He momentarily closed his eyes, savoring the feel of the man sitting on his cock. His fingers gripped Arlan’s hips as he planted his feet firmly on the bed. When Arlan leaned forward, Lewis trapped one of the man’s nipples in his mouth, teasing the peaked bud with his teeth.

“Fuck, that feels so good,” Arlan whimpered, pressing his chest harder against Lewis’s mouth.

Lewis sucked, nipped, bit, and licked as he lost himself in the sweet exploration of Arlan’s body.

The waiting was killing him, but Lewis wasn’t going to move until Arlan started riding Lewis’s cock and he damn near lost his mind. “Ride me hard, baby,” Lewis ordered Arlan, his voice dark, rough.

Arlan began to move faster as Lewis thrust upward. Lewis should have been frightened at his need for Arlan, a need so deep it was overpowering. But he wasn’t. He welcomed it. For the first time in his life, Lewis didn’t feel like he was with someone just to be with someone.

He wanted to be with Arlan. Hell, he was craving it like a fucking drug. He moaned, harsh and wild, into the room as he began to pound into Arlan’s ass with deep, driving thrusts that had his mate screaming, begging for release.

Lewis was breathing hard, his skin sensitive. The feel of Arlan slipping up and down his body, caressing him, was nearly driving him mad. Arlan’s head was buried in Lewis’s neck, his own breath heaving from his chest as the man sounded like he was struggling for air.

The feel of Arlan’s lips on the sensitive skin of Lewis’s neck had Lewis clutching his hands in an effort to find control where there seemed to be none.

And then Lewis sank his canines into Arlan’s shoulder.

Arlan shouted as Lewis filled Arlan’s ass, drenching the sensitive tissue deliciously, stroking it as a million bolts of erotic electricity sizzled through his body. Lewis felt himself falling, drowning inside his mate, as Arlan gave a small cry, his asshole pulsing around Lewis’s cock.

Lewis felt their souls merging, their heartbeats synchronizing, becoming one.

When he reached between them, he felt the sticky mess and knew his mate had come as well. Lewis’s head fell to the carpet as he swallowed down much-needed air. This wasn’t what he’d expected when he’d woken to find his mate in his room, but damn if Lewis wasn’t happy that Arlan was there, that they’d sealed their bond. Now Arlan was truly his mate.

“Goddamn,” Lewis said as he ran his hands up and down Arlan’s spine. “Just…damn.”

Arlan leaned back, smiling down at him. “That was amazing.”

Lewis laughed, pulling his mate into his arms. He liked seeing Arlan smile. The man was handsome, but he became stunning when he was filled with happiness.

Chapter Seven

“There has got to be a way to end this,” Maverick said as he paced Christian’s office. “They first showed up years ago in Desire and now in Maple Grove. How can this keep happening? It’s bad enough we deal with bullshit on a daily basis, but now we have some nutjob named Mena creating vampires.”

“I’ve already dispatched my annihilators to track him down.” This wasn’t something Christian wanted the nonhuman world to find out about. Newborns. Fuck. He was sick and tired of people going off the rails. Why couldn’t he have a full decade of peace and quiet for once?

Once again someone was out to destroy the nonhuman world, and he was certain money or power had something to do with it. Money and power were always a motivating factor. Too bad they hadn’t killed the bastard when they’d invaded that nest of newborns.

When he got his hands on Mena, Christian would slowly torture him for a hundred years. A lesson needed to be taught. An