Saliva pooled in my mouth when Sinclair gripped his legs and then pulled them apart, barring himself to my hungry gaze.
And man, I was hungry. I had been starving for Sinclair for years.
I reached down and slid my fingers around the tight little opening waiting for me. I could feel the tight ring of muscle quivering as I circled my finger around the hole, massaging it. I watched Sinclair as my finger was slowly swallowed into the tight channel. I pulled out then pushed back in.
I repeated this a few times before allowing a second finger to breach the hole. I searched and twisted my finger until I found the walnut-sized pleasure gland. When I stroked my fingers over it, Sinclair cried out, losing his grip on his thighs.
“Stone!” He clenched his fists into the blanket under him, his head thrashing from side to side. His chest was rising and falling rapidly as a fine sheen of sweat covered him.
I slid a third finger in and began to scissor them. I wouldn’t rush this. My self-control was being stretched to the limits, the anticipation was killing me. I wanted inside Sinclair so badly that I could taste it.
I gently pulled my fingers free and stood before stripping my clothes from my body. I needed to feel Sinclair wrapped around my cock, holding on to me as I claimed him as mine.
Once I climbed back onto the bed, I settled myself between Sinclair’s legs. I poured a bit more lube on my iron-hard cock and then dropped the bottle once again. I lined my cock up with Sinclair’s tight opening and then pushed forward until the head of my cock popped past the ring of muscles.
I hooked my arms under Sinclair’s legs and then pushed forward, groaning as my cock sank into hot silk. My control was hanging on by a thread as I watched my cock slide farther into Sinclair.
I leaned down, pressing my chest into Sinclair’s. I smashed my mouth down on his, sucking and exploring, dying to taste Sinclair in the worst way.
Sinclair whimpered into my mouth.
I tried to bury my cock all the way to the hilt and then further. I broke the kiss, pulling much-needed air into my lungs. I could feel my canines dropping, the need to bite Sinclair growing to a fever pitch.
When I glanced into his face, I could see his fangs peeking out from beneath his lip. “Are you going to claim me, mate?”
The need was clear in his eyes.
I barely had time to tilt my head to one side before I felt Sinclair’s teeth sink into me. I cupped the back of Sinclair’s head and buried my face in my mate’s hair. My breathing was hitched as emotions ran rampantly through me.
Once he withdrew his teeth, I placed a hand at the nape of Sinclair’s neck and curled my fingers into his hair to hold him in place as I sank my fangs deep into his shoulder. Hot, sweet blood flooded my mouth, blinding me to everything but the man in my arms.
Sinclair screamed my name as a violent eruption of cum exploded from his dick, making Sinclair’s ass pulse around my cock. I could feel the pressure in my balls building.
I pulled my teeth free and licked at the wound I had made. My panther growled happily at the deepness of the mark. It would heal, but never go away. Everyone who saw the bite mark would know Sinclair had been claimed.
“You’re mine, Sin. Mine,” I snapped as my knot expanded, locking me in place inside my mate. Ecstasy ripped through my body, drowning me. I pounded into Sinclair as my control slipped away from me and my world exploded.
“Yours, Stone, only yours.”
I collapsed onto Sinclair. When the knot receded a few minutes later, I rolled us both so that we were lying on our sides facing each other. I pulled Sinclair close to my chest. He inhaled deeply, taking in Sinclair’s unique scent. I smiled when I noted that he now smelled like me.
My chest rumbled as I began to purr with satisfaction.
Chapter Seven
Sinclair
If someone had told me to get the smile off my face, I would have laughed myself silly. It just wasn’t possible. It would have been easier to fly to the moon. My mate had finally claimed me, and nothing or no one could ever separate us again.
I could feel Stone’s large, muscular body pressed against my back, his arm curled over my hip. His breath blew into the hair at the nape of my neck. We had been lying spooned together, back to front, since we woke up.
I could easily stay in this exact position for the rest of my life.
“How did you get these?” Stone asked a moment later as his fingers trailed down my back.
I hadn’t talked about those scars in more years than I could remember. They were faded now, but still easily seen if one knew what they were looking at. I would always have them.
“When my parents found out that I liked boys, they sent me to a deprogramming camp.”
