Moaning as the flavor exploded in his mouth, Slate quickly sucked in the cock tip, swirling his tongue around it, lapping up more pre-cum. Then, quickly lowering his head until his lips touched the curly hairs at the base of Dakota’s cock, he paused for a moment to let his tongue lave the shaft before he began to rhythmically bob up and down his mate’s stiff and needy cock.
Wrapping his hands in Slate’s hair, Dakota’s desire and passion rose to dizzying heights, his moans growing louder, filling the room; he was close to coming despite fighting it to prolong the pleasure. His mate’s licking and sucking was swiftly driving him to the point of no return. Looking down, his lust-filled eyes met Slate’s; they looked up at him with need and passion. Suddenly he felt his mate’s finger pressing in on his pucker, igniting the fuse that sent his cum rocketing down his mate’s throat as he lifted his head and howled.
Chapter 20
Quickly rising, Slate steadied Dakota who was in danger of collapsing from the force of his orgasm. Lifting and cradling him in his arms, Slate gently placed Dakota in the center of the bed and climbed in beside him. Pulling him on top of his chest, he waited until his mate’s pounding heart slowed down before he started to slowly caress his back.
After his explosive orgasm, it took a while before Dakota was back on earth and aware of where he was. Then he buried his nose into Slate’s chest hair, inhaling his mate’s delicious scent of orange blossom, allspice, and whiskey. He’d never felt this relaxed, especially with Slate’s hands working their magic on his back and bubble butt. The rhythmic strokes were soothing, yet with a teasing edge that satisfied his need without igniting it.
Giving his mate long, loving strokes with his hand, Slate was determined to tantalize Dakota with hints of what would come, slowly bringing the smoldering embers to life and his mate to the edge of his world. Whispering words of endearment, Slate’s fingers skipped lightly over Dakota’s body, flitting here and there like a moth to a light. Slate prolonged it until he heard his mate’s quick intake of air and felt Dakota’s body twitch as it sought more and only then did he increase the speed of each stroke.
A little faster, but still feather-light, Slate’s hands massaged Dakota’s back before descending to the plump cheeks of his mate’s ass. Grasping each firm globe, he smiled; they filled his hands perfectly. Keeping his touch soft, he began to knead them, gently rolling them, before parting them to seek Dakota’s pink pucker. A moan from his mate reverberated off his chest when one of Slate’sfingers slid down the crack and touched Dakota’s sensitive nerves, surrounding the place Slate’s cock craved to be.
Tiny flames were licking through his veins as Dakota felt the heat slowly rise in his body, making him squirm as he searched for what would bring him relief, yet unable to find it—his mate seemed intent on denying him with touches that were designed to torment him without giving the possibility of satisfaction. Desperate for more, Dakota pushed his ass up into Slate’s hands, signaling his need to his mate, but his message was ignored. Whimpering in frustration, his embers of need glowing hotter, Dakota began to grind his hard cock against his mate’s, hoping the orgasm that was building would finally burst into flames.
Feeling the heat consuming Dakota’s body and hearing his cries of need, Slate knew his mate was ready; he placed several of his fingers against his mate’s lips and growled, “Suck them.” Then it was Slate’s turn to moan as he felt the moist heat of Dakota’s mouth surround his fingers before finally sliding them out. He pressed one of his wet fingers against the nerve-laden rim of Dakota’s pucker, teasing it, before plunging the finger through the tight hole, going straight for his mate’s pleasure button.
“Yessss! More!” Dakota yelled, his hips pumping, demanding more of what Slate was giving him. The slow rise of need had kept him on the edge, but now he needed more—more than a finger. Dakota wanted to feel Slate inside him, wanted to be possessed by his mate, wanted to be claimed. Pumping his hips only made the edge sharper, the need deeper, and drove him to command, “Get your cock in me right now!”
Grinning at his mate’s order, Slate removed his finger, rolled Dakota on the bed and then reached for the lube onhis nightstand. Kneeling between his mate’s legs, he gazed down at Dakota’s gorgeous face, loving the curls tumbling over Dakota’s forehead and his look of lust and desire. Slate’s cock became harder yet, as he stared at the passion filled eyes of his mate’s as he coated his cock and some fingers with lube. Throwing the bottle aside, he bent down, grasped Dakota’s cock at the root and slowly ran his tongue over the tip while inserting one finger into his mate’s tight pucker.
Dakota’s hands fisted the sheets when he felt his mate’s tongue on his cock. Whimpering, he lifted his hips off the bed, seeking more from Slate than just his tongue. When his hole was breached by his mate’s finger, Dakota cried out again, “I. Need. More. Now.” His body craved cock—cock that was being withheld from his needy hole and Dakota was now frantic with need. Head tossing, fingers grabbing his mate’s hair, Dakota kept pumping his hips, trying to bury his cock in his mate’s throat. He gave another sharp cry as his mate added a second finger—this time, using it to finger-fuck him and then, finally, he felt the third finger slide into his now-relaxed hole, allowing them all to move in and out with ease.
As his mate became more vocal, Slate knew his efforts to keep Dakota on the edge of the passion precipice were working; he continued his dual assaults on his mate with fervor. Feeling his blood begin to boil, Slate’s throbbing cock was now leaking pre-cum on his mate’s leg and his wolf was demanding to claim him. It was time for them to join together and complete each other—Slate withdrew his fingers while letting Dakota’s cock slip from his mouth. Sitting back on his heels, he grabbed his mate’s legs and, resting them against his shoulders, leaned forward, guiding his needy cock into Dakota’s pucker. Once it was inside the tight ring, he paused, trying to keep from coming.
“Fuck!” shouted Dakota, as the turgid head of his mate’s cock breached his hole, stretching it beyond anything he ever felt before. Panting, trying to relax, he grabbed his cock and tugged it, needing the distraction to blunt the feeling of Slate’s huge rod within him. Finally when his body adjusted, Dakota lifted his hips, pushing his mate’s cock deeper into him, seeking all of it. “Move, dammit, move,” he snarled when Slate was slow to respond.
His mate’s command finally registered in Slate’s lust-fogged brain. Quickly complying, he was finally balls deep in that sweet, pink hole. Grabbing his mate’s legs, Slate began pumping his hips, loving the tightness surrounding his cock. Catching the sight of his cock thrusting in and out of his mate, Slate’s lust flared as his body and wolf prepared to impregnate their mate.
Quickening his strokes, Slate’s eyes locked onto his mate’s—blown wide open with fire blazing in them, calling to his soul. As the same fire licked along his veins, Slate’s body reacted to the siren call of Dakota’s wolf. Needing and wanting them to come together, Slate dropped Dakota’s legs onto the bed and leaning down, he placed his hands on either side of his mate, allowing him to hit Dakota’s prostate gland on every thrust.
As bolts of pleasure shot through him, Dakota’s voice rose in a series of howls—each one beckoning his mate to bite and claim him. The relentless thrusts of Slate’s hips made Dakota believe he was burning from the inside out as the fire his mate had ignited consumed his body. He felt his fangs drop, his wolf appear in his eyes, and he was ready to be claimed and claim his mate. Grasping Slate’s biceps for leverage, he moved his hips in unison with Slate’s thrusts while his cock throbbed, leaving a trail of pre-cum on his stomach. Then he felt it—the beginning of the tingling and the retraction of his balls—and knew it was time as his wolf’s howls turned to joy.Pulling his mate down to him, Dakota tilted his neck as did Slate, giving each a clear path for their claiming bite.
Slate continued to furiously pump his hips, pounding his mate, knowing the time had come when he saw Dakota’s wolf reflected in his mate’s eyes. As Slate started to come, he bit down through Dakota’s skin and muscles, sucking and tasting his mate’s blood while feeling Dakota’s fangs break through his skin, sinking down to muscle, causing their cocks to erupt in unison.
Oh, my gods!A fiery heat coursed through Dakota’s body as blood boiled in his veins. He retracted his fangs from Slate’s neck, trying to cope with the sudden pain as Slate’s wolf entered him and merged with his own, keeping him in a state of suspension. Just when he thought he was going to die, the pain receded.
Exhausted, Dakota wasn’t aware of anything at first except the absence of pain, but then he heard Slate crooning words of love in his ear as he felt his mate’s cock twitch in his ass. A dreamy smile graced Dakota’s face as he felt the ache from his mate’s huge cock; it was the biggest he’d ever had.
Slate smiled at his mate’s mewls of displeasure as he slowly withdrew his cock. He gave Dakota a series of tiny, gentle kisses all over his face before rolling both of them on their sides. Pulling Dakota tight to his chest, Slate murmured, “Babe, you okay?”
“Uh-huh,” Dakota answered, his eyes already closing as sleep began to claim him.
Slate kissed the top of his sleeping mate’s head, inhaling his mate’s scent, relaxing, as calmness descended on him. Lying there and holding his mate while listening to his faint snores, Slate checked his wolf and smirked—his big bad wolf was curled around Dakota’s wolf. He wasamazed he’d found his Fated Mate so soon when it had taken Steel so long to find Jackson. Now they had a pup on the way, something he’d never given much thought to until he found Dakota, and then, it moved to the top of his list. He hoped his mate would be as happy as he was.
Holy Shit!Our pup will have a cousin to play with. Grinning, he wondered if their pup would get into as much trouble as he did; a low chuckle escaped him as he thought of his brother’s reaction to that possibility. Then his face grew serious, thinking about how hard it would be for his mate to carry a Dire Wolf pup and, for the first time in his life, he was grateful that his mate wasn’t the first to do so. He knew Ian and Colton would give his mate the best care and would know what to look out for as Dakota’s pregnancy proceeded. Inhaling his mate’s scent again, Slate’s last thought before sleep claimed him was how happy his parents were going to be.
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Waiting for Colton to answer his call, Jackson watched Daniel playing with his stuffed wolf, noticing again how fast he was growing.
“Jackson?”
Turning his attention back to his phone, Jackson said, “Hey, how’s it going, bro?”
“Good. We spent the day at the museum, learning about the history of Scotland. Of course, it didn’t mention anything about the Scottish Wolf shifters, but Ian’s mom filled us in on that part.”
“Did you relax and enjoy yourself?”
