Then he kissed his mate.
Nick made a sound—somewhere between a gasp and a needy, helpless sigh—and that was it. No more playing.
Logan’s fingers slid into Nick’s hair, tightening just enough to angle his head, deepening the kiss with a firm, consuming pull. His other hand curved around Nick’s waist, gripping, dragging him closer, claiming space that had never belonged to anyone else.
And Nick didn’t just melt into it. He met him with heat, kissing back like he’d been starving for this, his hands clamping around Logan’s biceps as if he needed something solid to hold him to the earth.
A low groan rumbled out of Logan’s chest when their tongues slid together and he tasted Nick, taking him, something primal inside him giving a satisfied snarl.
“So fucking hot,” he murmured against Nick’s mouth before catching the swollen lower lip between his teeth. He soothed the sting with a slow lick then sucked hard enough to make Nick tremble. Nick answered with a whimper then nipped him back—not punishment, not challenge, just raw claiming.
Logan grinned into the kiss, sharp and wicked, and let him. He let Nick take what he wanted, as much as he needed, feeding on him in every way that wasn’t blood.
Pinning his mate one-handed, Logan tore the rest of Nick’s shirt open with the other. Buttons scattered, hitting the baseboards, plastic ticking with each bounce. Then he slid down his mate’s body, his hands on Nick’s hips, yanking his underwear down with his teeth, revealing a cock already flushed, already leaking. Logan buried his face in the crease of hip and thigh, inhaling the perfume of what was his.
Nick bucked, almost throwing him off balance, but Logan clamped his hands around the backs of Nick’s thighs, owning the rhythm. He licked up the length of Nick’s cock, savoring the taste and the twitch, then he engulfed Nick’s prick, his nose pressed into skin, sucking until his cheeks hollowed. Nick’s hands landed in Logan’s hair, yanking, guiding, a wordless plea for more.
Logan gave it, bobbing his head, fast and savagely, flattening his tongue, dragging it over every inch of skin. He barely heard Nick’s cry before hot jets of cum shot down his throat, and he swallowed it all, milking the shaft, not letting up until Nick’s whole body writhed.
But he wasn’t finished. Not by a fucking mile.
Hauling Nick up, Logan flipped him right over onto his stomach. Nick bounced on the mattress, his hands splayed out, his ass already pushing up. Nick made grabby fingers for the sheets, but Logan didn’t give him much time to get settled.
Logan kept a hand on his mate’s hip, squeezing, kneading, like he could shape him just the way he wanted.
A low laugh rattled out of him. “Nick, your ass is gorgeous. Bet you’ll take my cock so well.”
Nick huffed, his face mashed into the pillow. “Good. Maybe you’ll work harder for it.”
That made Logan want to eat him alive. He nipped the top of his thigh, not enough to break skin but enough to leave a mark. Nick gasped, the sound rough and desperate.
“Don’t move,” Logan told him, and then he gripped Nick’s cheeks, spreading him open. There was nothing in the world like having his mate laid out for him like this.
Logan buried his face right in the crease of Nick’s ass, breathing in the scent of arousal and something pure, something that was Nick’s alone. His tongue went to work, licking slow and deep, flattening it against Nick’s hole and then circling, teasing. Nick’s hips jerked, grinding back, and Logan grinned against his mate’s skin.
“Fuck, Logan,” Nick groaned. “Don’t stop.”
“Oh, I’m not stopping. Not a chance in hell. Not when you got my dick so hard in the living room I thought I’d come in my jeans.”
Logan spread him wider and pushed his tongue inside, fucking him with it. The taste was addictive but the way Nick writhed under his hands even more so. While Logan worked him over, Nick slicked his fingers, getting them ready. Nick didn’t even notice until Logan slid one inside him, stretching his mate open while his tongue kept going.
“Yes, yes, yes!” Nick arched up, grinding his cock on the sheets, moaning into the pillow. Every sound out of his mouth went straight to Logan’s dick. He couldn’t stop touching Nick, couldn’t get enough.
“You’re fucking delicious,” Logan growled, his voice shredded. “Could eat you out all night.”
He added another finger, slick and careful, twisting as he fucked Nick with both tongue and hand. Nick shuddered, his whole body taut, muscles flexing. Logan could feel him wanting, begging for more, even if he didn’t know how to say it yet.
“You like getting your ass eaten, don’t you, baby?”
Nick groaned, the sound muffled, but he nodded hard. “Not making noises for the hell of it. God, keep going.”
Logan did. He tongued his mate, biting down on a cheek every now and then just to hear him gasp, just to make him feel it. Logan’s nose pressed right in, greedy, while his fingers worked open Nick’s hole, stretching his mate until Nick was loose and slick, ready for more.
Nick was trembling now, hips pushing back, desperate for more friction.
“Gonna fuck you so good, baby. Gonna make you feel me for days.”
“That a threat?” Nick sounded breathless, almost giddy.
