His eyes crossed, and those sweet fingers clenched, grabbing him and pulling him closer.
Liam chuckled, the sound breathless even to him, and he slid one hand back down to Theo’s ass. He pressed a finger along the crease, then to Theo’s tight little hole, which he found soaking wet. “Oh, God.”
“I want you.”
All he could do was nod back in response. Literally, he had no words. His brain was offline. All he could do was feel and touch.
He slid two fingers in, stroking Theo deep inside. “Oh, you’re perfect.” There. He’d found words. Go him. Because he was really struggling there. Liam wasn’t inexperienced, but he’d never had alover-lover, let alone a mate. Just encounters. He was working it, but he was damn overheated.
“I’m not a virgin. I need you. We’ll play later. This is important.”
How come Theo could say so many words in a row that made sense? He obviously wasn’t doing something right.
He stroked deeper and took Theo’s lips in a hard kiss. He would not hurt his lover, his mate, his own dear Theo.
“Yes!” Theo rocked back against his hand, begging with his body, so he stroked in with two fingers, wanting to make it perfect, to open Theo up. Because he was feeling hugely hard.
In fact, his entire groin area ached, like it was throbbing, desperate to sink into Theo’s body and bury himself. He’d never felt need like this. It made him want to growl.
Theo’s eyes went wide. “Oh, my alpha.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. You’re beautiful. Fill me up. I want your knot.”
“My…” He knew what that was. He’d heard things hanging out with the wolves. But surely?—
“No thinking too hard. Inside me.” Theo tugged at him, hands all over him, not letting him catch his breath until he was poised at the entrance to that tight hole.
Then he was surrounded by pure fire, and he just stopped thinking.
This was heaven. And the expression on Theo’s face proved that he wasn’t alone. He was meant to do this. His body knewit, and it moved without him even considering anything. He just loved on Theo, giving him everything he was.
In response, Theo held on, legs wrapping around him, taking him down to the root, surrounding him in wet, slick heat.
He grunted, closing his eyes, but then forcing them open again. Liam didn’t want to miss a moment of this. He began to thrust, pulling out, then shoving deep.
Theo was smiling, arching underneath him, taking every inch without any hint of discomfort or worry.
A low growl built inside of him, rumbling in his chest, and he tried to swallow it down. He didn’t want to frighten Theo, but somehow oddly, an answering sound seemed to be coming from his lover. An agreement.
My wolf. My alpha!
The cry in his head felt like a rejoicing, and he leaned down, his teeth feeling almost sharp on Theo’s shoulder, and Theo lifted his chin offering him the long, lean throat.
He bit down, careful not to hurt, but leaving an obvious mark, which made his cock swell even more. They were wedged together so tight he could hardly even move.
“I-I—” He didn’t know what was going on.
Theo stroked the back of his neck. “You’re fine. This is right. This is everything I needed. Please touch me.”
“Yes. You feel so good.” Words poured out of him. “Mine. My mate. Theo. I can feel it. My knot.” Because that was what it had to be. There was no other explanation for the way he was wedged deep inside Theo.
Theo nodded. His lips parted as he panted.
Liam grabbed Theo’s cock and began to stroke it, feeling each and every pull around his prick like Theo was milking him.
Theo cried out, the sound music to his ears, and rocked hard against him, clinging tight. Those soft lips traveled over his face, kissing, learning him, and it was like nothing else, ever.
