He woke with a start and sighed happily at the comfort of Seath’s deep breathing, almost snoring. The moonlight continued to shine on their nest and Lycan nuzzled closer, letting the pull of the moonlight put him to sleep.
When he woke for the morning, he had shifted into his wolf form, and so had Seath. Seath nuzzled him and Lycan’s instincts had him on his back, neck and stomach bared to Seath. Seath huffed a wolfy chuckle and ran his nose down Lycan’s belly and back up, before scenting his neck.
Maybe that was why Seath loved the mating mark so well. Not just as a combination between Lycan and Seath, but also as the juncture of man and beast.The gold mark not only signified their connection, but also the connection of each of them to their own magical selves.
Seath and Lycan tussled on the bed, disturbing the nesting blankets with a scatter of feet and good-natured nips at each other. Seath loved his mate in his wolf form, and the shift would help him recover from last night, too.
Finally, Seath could stand it no longer, and needed Lycan’s lips on his, so he shifted and Lycan followed. Lycan’s shift was already faster, already less draining.
And there he was, the beautiful wolf turned into a man of long, lean muscle. Seath breathed him in, taking a long deep kiss of his mate. He licked into Lycan’s mouth, waiting for his mate to squirm under him.
The scents of mate and nest assaulted Lycan, creating a fire in his gut and an ache to be filled. It was different from his heat, but no less potent. He felt his body catch fire with his arousal. Bolder than he had been, he took Seath’s large hand and placed it over his aching cock, using his smaller hand on top of it to move Seath’s to the friction he needed.
Seath groaned into the kisses as he let Lycan lead the pace. With his strength, Seath had Lycan on his hands and knees in a second, never moving his hand from Lycan’s cock as he pressed his chest to Lycan’s back.
Lycan gave a needy moan that made Seath shiver. Hand on his mate’s cock, Seath stroked, kissing down Lycan’s back until he reached the top of his ass.
They were both naked, having slept that way, so nothing stood in the way of Seath’s mouth continuing its journey down to Lycan’s entrance.
Lycan’s slick was sweet and flowing.
“Going into heat soon, mate,” Seath murmured, letting his teeth sink into the flesh of Lycan’s round ass cheeks.
Lycan spread his knees wider, all but presenting himself.
Seath stroked him a few times, enough that he could watch Lycan’s entrance flutter, see the flow of slick.
Then, he could stand it no more and he dove in, his mouth covering his lover’s entrance as he sucked hard, drawing out slick and moans as he mouthed his lover in the filthiest of kisses.
Lycan shook with the force of it, his body wanting to shove back onto Seath’s face for more, and at the same time, to shove forward into Seath’s hand for more of the long strokes to his cock.
His body moved between both, almost in a frenzy of what his body wanted. It was glorious for Seath to watch his mate take the pleasure as he was, but his own need mounted, so he doubled down with harder strokes and deeper licks until Lycan’s body shook as he called out Seath’s name before releasing into Seath’s hand.
Seath took the release and slicked his cock, watching as Lycan flipped to his back, eyes glued to Seath’s hand.
“Want more, Little Wolf?” Seath asked, leaning over to give him a filthy kiss that promised more pleasure was to come. Seath dropped his head to Lycan’s chest, pulling gently on each tight nipple until Lycan’s pants became whimpers and his dick was back to and leaking.
Seath chuckled as Lycan squirmed, and slowly entered the wet heat of his lover, his large hand caressing Lycan’s hip as he arched off the bed. With gentle pressure, Seath guided Lycan down his cock.
When Lycan’s body had taken all of him, Seath rested back on his heels, Lycan’s ass spread against his thighs, legs over his hips. He loved this feeling, his lover impaled on his cock, needy despite earlier pleasure, always wanting more.
Seath ran a hand down the flat planes of Lycan’s stomach resting under Lycan’s dick and notching his thumb and index finger at the base. With gentle pressure of his palm, Seath moved Lycan’s body to meet the deep rolls of his hips. He didn’t move fast, but he moved deep, owning Lycan’s entire body in every wave of movement.
Lycan gasped, calling for Seath as his body rocked against his mate’s cock. Seath kept the same pace, drawing out need and pleasure for them both. Lycan fisted the sheets, moving his own body to match his lover’s.
The peak of release rolled over both of them, as deep as Seath’s thrusts, and lifting Lycan’s back off the bed completely as he shook with pleasure. Fingers and toes curled as Seath filled him deep. Even as he came Lycan begged for more.
Seath’s knot locked hard, pushing one wave of pleasure in to the next. He bent down and tried to kiss Lycan’s open mouth, but it was occupied with screaming his pleasure.
Seath moaned as slick and release dripped around his cock, the sensation as his knot pressed into the throbbing heat of his lover making his eyes roll back.
They stayed locked like that, hitting waves of pleasure as they came, and riding them out with moans and trembling limbs.
They both drifted off in the half-sleep of lovers.
Chapter twenty-three
Anticipating a Visit from Taured
