Jude’s muscles were tight and resistant, and they pulsed around him as Al made a “come hither” motion, trusting that what little he’d learned of human anatomy from his time inside Jude’s head was right. If Jude’s face was any indication, it was. He opened his mouth wide in a silent moan, eyes shut tight with pleasure, and arched his back as if to take Al deeper.
“God, your fingers are thick,” he groaned. “But I can take more.”
Al, trusting what Jude said was the truth, added a second finger, causing Jude to let out a choked cry. He brought his fist to his mouth and bit down on it, but didn’t tell Al to stop, so Al continued.
By the time he fit finger three inside, Jude was a squirming, bucking wreck.
“Please, Al.” Jude sounded breathless, and his arousal thudded through him and into Al with the urgency of a rushing heartbeat. “I’m ready. I need more than your fingers; I need your cock in me. Please, please,I’m begging you.”
It was what Al had been waiting for. He had been instructed to finger Jude until Jude was begging for him, and he had finally achieved his goal. Now, they would mate.
Careful not to hurt him, Al slid his fingers out of Jude and patted around the bed for the bottle of lubricant. He used more than was strictly necessary, worried that his size might be more of a hindrance than Jude seemed to think. Jude didn’t outright complain about it, but he did make a small whine in the back of his throat when Al elected to take his time. Al understood. He was dying to get inside Jude not only due to his heightened state of arousal, but also because he wanted to see what such an intimate touch would do to him. If there were a way to ensure Jude wouldn’t be hurt, he would have rushed through the process, but he needed it to be good for Jude, too. So when he lined himself up at Jude’s entrance, hands bracketing Jude’s shoulders, he started with just the tip and watched Jude’s face for any signs of discomfort.
“I can take it,” Jude said. He placed a hand on Al’s cheek and leaned up to give him a quick kiss. “I promise, I’m not made of glass.”
Reassured, Al pushed in deeper and discovered Jude had not been lying—not only did his emotions surge with great desire and happiness, but he threw his head back, exposing his neck. It was a good neck, proportional to Jude’s body yet slightly dainty compared to the men on the covers of his mating books, but what Al liked about it the best was that the skin there was delicate and soft, and seeing it stretched out like this made it impossible to resist. He kissed it, sucking little bruises along Jude’s neck as he sank in even deeper. Jude was whimpering, but he had wrapped his legs around Al’s torso and was using the heels of his feet to nudge Al forward, quietly begging for more.
Al did not want to hurt Jude, but he did not want to keep him waiting, either.
He worked what little of himself was already inside Jude’s body back and forth, determined that Jude was ready for him, and in one big thrust, slid in all the way.
Jude gasped.
Al gasped, too.
He had not thought his human phallus would bring him as much pleasure as the one he had in his true form, but he had been very wrong.
Jude’s body stretched around it, resisting it, yet molding into the shape of it at the same time. He was hot, and the liquid lubricant made him wet, and all of it combined made Al want to mate with him irresponsibly hard to the point of exhaustion.
But as the initial shock of penetration wore off, Al realized his pleasure went deeper than that. It manifested as a pressure in his lower belly that resembled the beginnings of an orgasm, but was stronger. More intense. And shockingly, did not originate from him.
It was coming from Jude.
It was the feeling of a body preparing itself to produce a clutch.
But humans were not oviparous animals, were they?
Which meant Jude really was his True Mate.
Generally, reproductive sex between a foreign intelligent lifeform and a member of Al’s species required a bond to be put in place—that is, a telepathic link had to have been established between the couple by the Elders during a traditional ceremony. Only once this bond was formed could the couple’s bodies adapt to be perfectly compatible for one another.
But for True Mates, there was no need for such fanfare. Their bodies were already made for each other. When Al released his genetic material, he knew that Jude’s body would take it readily and house it with care. The odds of their union ever happening were so astronomically low that Al couldn’t begin to understand how it had come to be, but it had. He felt the proof of it building inside of Jude as they both lost control and began to mate with fervor.
“Oh my god, that feels incredible,you’reincredible, it’s like I was made for you,” Jude was moaning, clutching Al for dear life, his nails digging into the skin of his back. He had to have recognized their bond, too, Al realized. Even without being a touch telepath, the vibrancy of their connection had opened Jude’s eyes to the truth.
They really were made for each other.
Jude had understood it, and that meant he had also understood what mating with Al would do.
Al thrust harder, pounding into Jude with such force that the bedframe rattled and the wall shook. He didn’t think about Ezra, or about keeping a low profile. He was nothing but pure, raw biology, as his body prepared itself for what it was designed to do.
“Fuck, I think I’m gonna come,” Jude panted. “You’re not even touching my cock and I’m gonna come, you’re a goddamn magician. Keep going. Keep going and don’t you dare pull out. Come inside me. Put it deep. I have never wanted to be creampied more in my goddamn life, and I am not going to let anything stop me.”
Jude, true to his word, spilled his release between their stomachs only a handful of Mississippis later, spurt after spurt coating their abdomens in sticky semen. Jude clenched around Al as he came, and the spasming of his muscles sent Al tumbling over the edge right after him.
Al had orgasmed before, of course, but no prior orgasm could compare to the one given to him by his True Mate. As he stuffed Jude full,hewas the one who saw stars. Maybe he really was going supernova. It didn’t seem out of the realm of possibility. He was awash in pleasure like he’d never before felt, made crisper and clearer by the adoration he had for the man presently taking his seed.
And it just kept coming.
