When he didn't reply, Rourke cooed."Come on, look at me."
Ezra tilted his head a fraction and opened his eyes, they were almost black."Do you want me to try to get you to enjoy it or do you want it over as fast as possible?"
"I don't think I can enjoy it.Sorry."
Fuck, was he straight?It was a cruel fate."Okay, but I need you to do your best to relax.Don't you know a spell or something?The more you tense, the more uncomfortable it'll be."
He shook his head, and he guessed it was a reply to the spell question.Carefully, Rourke pushed farther in.Ezra's mouth dropped open, but he didn't flinch.For the first time, Rourke wished he'd been smaller.Shifters weren't known to be, and he wasn't small among shifters.
He pulled out a fraction and pushed in again.He repeated the action over and over, burying himself a little deeper with each stroke.
A strangled moan escaped Ezra.
"Okay?"
He nodded."Yeah, it's...it's okay.A little uncomfortable, but no pain like before."
Shit, Rourke believed he'd done a good job stretching him, but apparently not.He'd do better next time.
The thought made him freeze.There would be no next time.He'd told Ezra he only needed to get through this once.
The tight heat around him had a groan escaping."You feel good."
Ezra's eyes widened in surprise, and Rourke almost cursed.He had to know he did, right?He thrust again, his hips brushing against Ezra's buttocks this time.Fuck, yeah.He pushed in deeper and moaned.Shivers skidded over him, and his fangs dropped.
"So fucking good."He rested his forehead against Ezra's shoulder and pumped into him, doing whatever he could to speed his climax along.
When Ezra tilted his hips ever so slightly to meet his thrusts, he growled and clutched at him.Damn."Do you have more shirts?"
"In the car."He ended the statement with a small moan.Rourke reached the neck of the shirt and ripped it to reveal his shoulder.Then he pumped into Ezra faster.The climax was building and building.Pinpricks rushed from the soles of his feet to his balls.
"Fuck yeah."He clutched at Ezra.Wanting deeper, wanting more.
Right as he was about to tip over the edge, he buried his teeth in the meaty part of Ezra's shoulder.He released inside him, and heat rushed through him in a way it never had before only to settle around his heart.
Ezra gasped, and Rourke licked at the wound he'd inflicted.Blood trickled over the pale white skin, but he chased the drops with his tongue until there were no more.The bite would scar, mating bites always did, and a small part of Rourke liked seeing it there.
His bite.His mate.
* * * *
Ezra lay unmoving underneath Flint.A fire burned in his chest, and for a moment he believed he'd suffocate.It was all too much.Flint was inside him, both physically and through the magic binding them together.
"Are you okay?"The words registered as Flint pulled out of Ezra, making him hiss.
"Sorry.I tried to be gentle."
Gentle?Damn, how was he when he wasn't gentle?He hadn't injured him, his weak magic told him as much, and for a moment there right at the end, heat had built inside Ezra.A pleasant heat.It had made him hope Flint would take a little longer before he was done.
"The bathroom is through there if you want to clean up."Flint gestured at a closed door to the right.
"Oh, right.Sorry."Ezra rolled out from underneath him and flinched as muscles he hadn't known he had made themselves known.He hurried into the bathroom and closed and locked the door behind him.It was old but clean, and he took a shuddering breath as he took it in.Would he stay here or would Flint have him live in another room?Back home, he lived alone in the smallest, coldest hut.Many of the others lived together, but no one wanted to live with him.
He cleaned up the best he could while trying not to think about what he was doing.Why hadn't he brought his clothes with him inside?Now he'd have to walk out of there naked waist down in his ripped shirt.The fabric hung in a flap by his shoulder, and his hair was a mess.He didn't dare take the time to rebraid the two thin braids at his temple.
Flint hadn't harmed him, but if he took too long, he might.
He opened the door only to find the room empty.Where had he gone?He hurried over to his clothes still in a pile on the floor and got his underwear and jeans on before the door opened and Flint and the massive man who had stood next to him when Ezra had arrived entered.
