“It’s a promise, sweetheart.”
Logan pulled back just enough to watch the way his fingers disappeared inside his mate’s ring of muscle. Nick’s hole hugged them, shiny with lube. He was open for Logan, hungry for it, and Logan was two seconds from losing his goddamn mind over his needy little vampire.
“You better not tease,” Nick gritted out. “Just…do it.”
“Remember you said it, baby.” Logan jerked his own jeans and underwear off, tossing them somewhere, and grabbed a fistful of lube. Slicked himself, he fisted his cock until he was leaking pre-cum then lined up the head against his mate’s entrance. Nick was still grinding down, greedy for his cock, mouth open and panting into the sheets.
God, he was gorgeous. Flushed, messy, wild. Mine.
Hand curled around his mate’s hips, Logan pressed the head of his cock against Nick’s opening and gave a slow, steady push. Nick gripped the blanket and let out a low, needy moan, bracing for it. Logan held on to him, guiding him back, making sure he took every inch.
“Jesus, Logan. Fuck.” His mate’s toes curled, making Logan grin.
“Take it,” he growled. “Fuck, you feel amazing.”
His hole swallowed Logan’s cock, tight and perfect, and he saw stars. There was nothing better. Logan bottomed out, his hips flush with his mate’s ass, and he just held there for a second, savoring the way Nick squeezed around him.
Nick was shaking. He reached back, grabbed for Logan’s wrist, holding on. “You better start moving or get off the ride.”
“You’re a bossy little bottom.” Logan chuckled.
“Logan…” Nick said in warning.
Compared to how he’d been just an hour ago, or even at the tavern, Logan would let his mate boss him during sex for the rest of their lives. This was the real Nick, no pain, no hunger, just who he truly was under everything. He should’ve never gone through that bullshit in the first place.
Logan started to move, shallow thrusts at first, working Nick open. His hands spread across his mate’s lower back, holding him down so he couldn’t pull away. Not that he wanted to. Nick bucked back, every stroke hitting deep. He moaned like it hurt and then did it again, greedier every time.
Logan punched his hips forward, driving in hard, and Nick lost his damn mind. His body clamped down on Logan’s cock, milking him, making it almost impossible not to come in his tight heat.
“Christ, you feel good. So fucking good.”
Nick was loud, messy, writhing underneath him. Logan loved every second. His mate’s hair was wild, sticking to his forehead, his skin slick with sweat. Nick was wrecked, and Logan was the one doing it to him.
Wanting him wrecked, Logan drove his cock in deeper, faster. He never wanted Nick to ever forget who he belonged to.
“Harder,” Nick panted, shoving back on Logan’s prick like he was trying to prove a point. “Yeah, yeah. Just like that.”
Logan’s focus lowered to where they were connected, watching his cock stretch Nick wide in the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen. His balls slapped against Nick with every stroke. The smell of sex clung to the air, thick and wild, and his wolf couldn’t stop drawing in deep lungfuls of that most amazing smell.
“You’re perfect like this.” Logan gripped the back of his mate’s neck. “Look at you, begging for my cock.”
The prettiest sounds spilled out of Nick with every thrust. Logan reached around, fisted his mate’s cock, and started jerking him in time with every movement. His mate nearly sobbed, grinding into Logan’s fist, greedy and helpless.
“Come for me, Nick. Show me how bad you want it.”
Nick jerked, his muscles tensing. “Can’t. Need…”
“You need what?” Logan caressed his mate’s neck, his fingers trailing over sweat-slicked skin. “Anything your heart desires, I’ll give you.”
And he meant it. Not just during sex. Logan’s entire world had shrunk down to the small vampire beneath him. Fate had chosen Nick as his mate, and Logan’s only priority now was to keep him safe and happy.
And well fed.
“Need you to bite me.”
That nearly sent Logan over the edge. He leaned forward, his lips grazing where neck met shoulder. Nick’s skin was hot, flushed, tasting of sweat and his own wild, hungry need. Logan’s mouth closed over the spot, his teeth barely scraping.
“Beg for it, baby.”
