“That’s more like it.” Mark’s soft laughter tickled his ear, and then he stepped back, taking Alec’s hand and leading him towards the bed.
Not trusting himself with removing clothes right that second, Alec lifted his arms above his head. “Undress me.”
Mark grinned and darted in for a quick kiss, dragging his fangs across Alec’s lower lip. “Anything you say.” His claws grazed Alec’s sides as he slowly pushed his T-shirt up.
Alec shivered. “Hurry.” The word slurred a little, his fangs fully out.
When the material covered his face, instead of yanking it off over his head, Mark kept it there, like a makeshift blindfold. Alec tensed, fighting the urge to tear it off, but then he felt the soft brush of lips across the base of his throat, barely-there kisses relaxing him. Instinct told him he could trust Mark. More importantly, his wolf thought so too.
Mark ran his hands up Alec’s chest, clawed thumbs dragging over his nipples. Alec arched into the touch, wanting,needingmore. He growled at the wet drag of a tongue across one, then the other. “Mark,” Alec gritted out. Then the T-shirt was gone, and Mark stood there, pupils dilated, licking over his fangs. Wild and glorious. “If you want to keep your clothes in one piece, then I suggest you take them off. Now.”
Mark laughed but whipped his T-shirt off and shimmied out of his jeans and underwear while Alec fumbled with his own belt buckle, his claws making him clumsy.
Kneeling naked in front of Alec, Mark glanced up at him, and Alec’s breath caught. “Let me help you with that.”
With deft fingers, claws safely tucked away for the moment, Mark tugged Alec’s belt open and undid the buttons on his jeans. He slid them down along with Alec’s underwear, tossing them to the side after Alec stepped out of them.
Alec wrapped a hand around himself, careful to keep his claws out of the way, and gave his cock a long, slow stroke before cupping Mark’s chin with his free hand and tilting his head up. He tapped the head against Mark’s parted lips, leaving a trail of pre-come as he slid it back and forth.
Mark darted his tongue out, licked his lips and Alec’s dick in the process, and Alec couldn’t take anymore. Slowly he pushed forward, and Mark opened his mouth wide, letting Alec slip inside. Wet warmth enveloped him, and he wound his fingers into Mark’s hair, holding him steady as he pumped in and out.
Firm hands on his arse urged Alec forward, and he hit the back of Mark’s throat. The low growl Mark let out sent vibrations along his length, and Alec threw his head back, fangs bared. Fuck, he was in danger of coming already. Allowing himself another slow slide into Mark’s mouth, Alec then withdrew and ran his thumb across Mark’s slightly swollen bottom lip. “Get on the bed.”
With a wicked look in his eyes, Mark turned and crawled slowly onto the bed, his arse on display, teasing. Alec followed him, put a hand on Mark’s hip, and trailed his claws down over the taut flesh of his arsecheek.
Then he slapped it.
Glancing over his shoulder, Mark licked his fangs, his tongue laving over the tips. Alec’s cock ached with the need to be buried deep inside him. He wanted to feel those fangs sink into him as he came. Placing his elbows on the bed, head down, Mark spread his legs wide in invitation.
Alec moved quickly, climbing onto the bed and settling himself between Mark’s thighs. Concentrating hard, he managed to retract his fangs enough, and placing a hand on each arsecheek, Alec opened him up and licked a long, wet stripe over his hole.
Mark groaned and pushed back for more.
With each swipe of his tongue, Alec pressed the tips of his claws into Mark’s skin. The mix of the two sensations had him writhing under Alec’s hands, hissing with the sting of it and groaning as Alec licked into him over and over. The scent of sex filled the room and threatened to overwhelm his senses, but Alec greedily breathed it in.
Delicious, intoxicating, dangerous.
The back of Mark’s neck drew his gaze. One bite a little further around and it would initiate a mating bond. His wolf liked the idea a lot, but Alec pushed that thought aside as easily as he had done for the last ten years.
That wasn’t for him.
Instead he knelt back on his haunches and reached over to the bedside table to retrieve the lube. He tossed it onto the pillow by Mark’s head. Not needing to keep his wolf in check any longer, Alec opened his mouth wide and, with a sigh, let his fangs slide out fully again. Allowing even this much of his wolf out was a relief, an outlet for the tension coiled inside him.
Shuffling forward, Alec dragged the head of his cock down the crack of Mark’s arse. “Can you get yourself ready?” He set his hands on Mark’s hips so he could feel his claws. “I don’t want to control it tonight.”
Wordlessly, Mark snatched up the lube and flicked it open. He reached back and rubbed two slick fingers over his hole, then pushed inside.
Alec watched, achingly hard, and desperate to shove his cock in there and fuck him.
“Now you.” Mark knelt up and turned round to face him, drizzled lube over the length of Alec’s cock and lazily rubbed it all over.
Without a second thought, Alec ducked his head and set his teeth to Mark’s neck, low down near the juncture of his shoulder. Only Mark’s sharp intake of breath stopped him from biting, and instead he nipped the top of his shoulder, licking at the specks of blood as though that had been his intent all along.
Fucking hell. Get a grip.
Uncertainty threatened to creep back in. His control was non-existent tonight, but then Mark lay down on his back, thighs pulled up and wide open, and said, “Make me forget.” He let his fangs out in an agonisingly slow slide that Alec knew from experience hurt like a bitch.
The effect was electric. A crackle of desire coursed through Alec’s body all the way to his toes. He shuffled forward to line himself up at Mark’s hole.
