Licking them before moving down to his mate’s balls, Logan was clearly enjoying himself. He never told Kieran about how much he loved rimming, and the fact that his Fated Mate craved it, was proof of how well the Fates had done their job. His tongue pushed back into Kieran’s hole, licking and nibbling the nerves until his mate finally relaxed—then, mimicking what his cockwould be doing shortly, he stiffened his tongue and thrust it inside repeatedly.
Crying out in pleasure when he felt Logan’s tongue enter him, Kieran could feel his body respond, demanding more of everything. Reaching down, he worked his cock, in time to Logan’s thrusts, quickly consumed by the lust and desire raging through his body. Then his mate slowed down, teasing Kieran’s hole, assuaging his need somewhat, even though Logan was keeping him on the edge. Kieran loved to be rimmed, he knew that, now, but the thwarting of his orgasm had him cursing in frustration.
What Logan loved most was driving his mate insane with need and by Kieran’s cries, moans, and now curses, he’d achieved his goal. Sitting back on his heels, he grasped his mate and flipped him on his back, keeping Kieran’s legs spread. Lubing his cock and three fingers, Logan leaned down, taking Kieran’s cock into his mouth while one finger penetrated his mate’s relaxed pucker with ease. As he worked his tongue and lips around his mate’s beautiful cock, Logan’s finger searched for and found Kieran’s prostate, lightly gliding his finger over it to start his mate on a new quest for his orgasm.
Kieran knew his mate was out to kill him, because he was sure his body couldn’t stand any more pleasure it was receiving from Logan. The rimming drove him crazy with need, but now it seemed his mate had decided to slow the pace just when his body was calling for it to be picked up. He hovered on the razor thin edge of coming and every time he started to tumble over, he was yanked back by Logan only to find himself ending up there again. Finally, when his body was in danger of exploding, Kieran pleaded, “More, I need more…I need you inside me, please…oh please…”
Logan had three fingers in his mate when he finally heard the words he’d been waiting for. Quickly removing his fingers, Logan threw Kieran’s legs over his shoulders, lining up his cock so it was just touching his mate’s pucker. He growled, “Ready babe, for the claiming of your life?”
Tossing his head back and forth, Kieran’s need was so great, all he could do was whisper, “Yes.”
Pushing his cock in, breaching the muscles surrounding Kieran’s hole, he paused for a moment before driving further in. Then, a series of short thrusts had Logan balls deep in his mate, before stopping once again, waiting for his mate to adjust to his size. When Kieran’s vivid blue eyes flashed open and his raspy voice called out “Move,” Logan wasted no time, sliding his cock out just short of the tip—and then thrusting forward again.
Varying the angle and speed of his thrusts, Logan was able to keep Kieran on the edge of coming for a long time. Wanting to make it last, he teased, tempted, and tormented Kieran as he used his cock to deny his mate’s orgasm. Thrusting fast, then slow, then gently, then hard, Logan made sure he hit Kieran’s pleasure button, but never enough to give his mate ultimate satisfaction.
Kieran never knew he could climb so high or hang on so long, waiting for the final push to tumble headfirst into his orgasm, but his mate was showing him much more he could experience than ever before. Now, though, he was in danger of exploding, his need so great, his want so huge, he had no choice but to cry out, “Now, please…fill me now!”
Seeing his mate’s overwhelming need to come, Logan shifted again until he was hitting Kieran’s prostate on every thrust. Reaching down to grab his mate’s cock, Logan matched his hand strokes to his fast and powerfulcock plunges so they’d orgasm together. Kieran’s cock grew even harder when Logan leaned forward, and growled, “Bite me again!”
Their fangs dropped as their orgasms erupted—Kieran’s slathered his abs and his mate’s hand, while Logan’s filled Kieran’s ass. Tilting their heads in opposite directions, each bit the other, perfectly placing their bites over their previous mating scars. Now when their wolves joined together along with their spirit, Logan welcomed it with joy and happiness, knowing Kieran would be with him forever, till the end of their days. Feeling their love wrapped around his heart and soul, Logan knew, from that moment on, his soul would never turn to ice again.
Finally, when their fangs had been retracted and bites sealed by licking, Logan pulled out of his mate and, leaving Kieran with a blissful expression on his face, went to the bathroom for a warm wet washcloth. Cleaning himself quickly, he then grabbed another and brought it back to their room where he gently washed the drying cum off Kieran. Tossing it to the floor, Logan climbed back into bed, turned his mate on his side, and pulled him tightly to him. Cuddling with his mate was the perfect end to their second claiming—the claiming his mate should have had in the first place, not that it mattered anymore.
Suddenly he heard Kieran’s voice in his mind,Macushla, you’re right…it doesn’t matter anymore…we walked the path that was given to us and only the end is important…that we are one and will be one for the rest of our days…I love you with every fiber of my being, now and forever more.
Ditto for me, mo anan cara…now and forever more.
Burying his nose in Kieran’s hair, Logan breathed in the scents of orange blossoms and sunshine, loving how theyrepresented his home…a home where he was wanted and loved. Closing his eyes, Logan listened as his mate fell asleep with sweet little breaths filling the air. Whispering into Kieran’s hair, he said, “I give myself to you, now and forever and even death will not separate us for you are now in my soul and will remain there forever. Good-night my love.”
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The oil lamp was close to going out and soon he’d be in the pitch blackness of the cave. Shackled with silver, there wasn’t any way he could shift into his wolf to escape his captivity. Staring over at the young man, also held captive and unable to shift into his dragon, he worried about how long they could go without food. Trying to remember how many days they’d spent in the cave was pointless for without seeing daylight, he had no idea, but he knew it was too many.
His cellmate was spending more and more time asleep, maybe trying to conserve his energy but he was guessing it was more a case of giving up and waiting to die. The only good thing was the trickle of water running down the wall, allowing him to lap some up, albeit very slowly because craning his neck to reach it, caused burns on his neck.
It was a miracle the young dragon could even drink, since his restraints included a steel muzzle which only had enough space for the young man’s tongue to slip through and reach the water. But now, he had refused to drink any more, lending credence to the wolf shifter’s belief his cell mate wanted to die.
Chapter 35
Kieran woke before sunrise, eager to share it with his mate, but after listening to Logan’s even breathing, he was reluctant to wake him. The last few days had been an emotional rollercoaster for Logan, and Kieran decided to let him sleep. He checked in with their spirit as he had done since childhood and was able to hear what Logan had said to him before falling asleep. Sighing at the romantic words, he pressed his hands to his eyes, trying to stop the happy tears threatening to spill over.
“What’s the matter, babe?” Logan asked in his sleep-rough voice.
“N-n-n-othing,” Kieran replied, hiccupping, “our spirit just told me what you said last night after I fell asleep and it was so romantic, I started to cry because it made me so happy.”
“Oh,mo anan cara,you make me so happy too.”
“What does that mean, ‘mo anan cara’?”
“It means ‘my soul mate’.”
“Oh-h-h, now you did it!” Kieran exclaimed, tears running down his face. Turning around to face Logan, he smiled at his mate, happy to be in his arms, surrounded by his love.
Logan smiled at his pink-loving twink, now an emotional mess in his arms. “Hey, isn’t it almost time for sunrise?” he asked. “Remember, we were going to watch it together and you were going to show me how the sky turns pink.”
“Of course, I remember, but I didn’t want to wake you.”
“Not a problem since I’m awake. Do you think we’ll be able to see it today or is it going to be cloudy?”
