Kivani withdrew his fingers and slicked his cock, coating himself thoroughly. His hands found Dakota’s hips, positioning him, and then he was pressing forward. The head of his cock breached Dakota’s entrance, and they both made sounds that were barely human.
Heat engulfed Kivani’s dick, tight and perfect and everything his tiger had been demanding. He pushed in slowly, giving Dakota time to adjust, watching his mate’s face for any sign he needed to stop. But Dakota just opened his legs wider, his hands coming up to grip Kivani’s shoulders.
“Don’t stop,” Dakota said, his eyes meeting Kivani’s. “I want all of you.”
Kivani sank in until he was fully seated, his hips flush against Dakota’s ass. The sensation was overwhelming, every nerve ending firing at once, his mate’s body gripping him like it never wanted to let go. He held still, letting Dakota adjust, his own body trembling with the effort of not moving.
“Okay?” Kivani managed to force the word out.
“So okay.” Dakota’s legs wrapped around Kivani’s waist, pulling him somehow deeper. “You can move. Damn it, move.”
Kivani pulled back then slammed forward, grinning as Dakota’s eyes rolled back. “That kind of moving?”
“Yes!” Dakota’s answer was a broken sound, his hips rolling up to meet Kivani’s thrust. The movement drove Kivani deeper, and his mate’s body clenched around him in response. Kivani’s hands tightened on Dakota’s hips, his fingers pressing into flesh hard enough to leave marks.
His tiger roared approval. This was right. This was what they’d been building toward since that first meeting at the coffee shop. Every conversation, every kiss, every moment of restraint had led to this—his mate beneath him, taking him completely, trusting Kivani with his body and his future.
He set a rhythm that made Dakota’s breath catch with each thrust. His mate’s hands scrambled for purchase on Kivani’s shoulders, nails digging into muscle, and the slight pain made Kivani’s hips snap forward harder. Dakota’s head fell back against the pillow, his throat exposed, and Kivani’s tiger fixated on the vulnerable skin.
Mine, it growled.Mark him. Claim him. Make him ours forever.
“Kivani.” Dakota’s voice came out strangled, desperate. “God, you feel so good.”
The words sent heat flooding through Kivani’s system. His mate was spread out beneath him, taking everything Kivani gave and begging for more with his body if not his words. The sight was almost too much—pale skin flushed pink, lips parted around gasping breaths, eyes glazed with pleasure.
“So damn beautiful.” Kivani leaned down to press his mouth against Dakota’s jaw, his hips never stopping their steady rhythm. “Mine.”
Dakota whimpered, his legs tightening around Kivani’s waist. “Faster. Please, I need—”
Kivani obliged, increasing his pace. His cock drove into his mate’s body again and again, the sounds they made together obscene in the quiet bedroom. Skin meeting skin, Dakota’s breathless moans, Kivani’s growls rumbling from his throat. The tiger pushed closer to the surface, demanding release, demanding completion.
Dakota’s hand moved between their bodies, wrapping around his own cock. He stroked himself in time with Kivani’s thrusts, his movements growing more erratic as pleasure built. Kivani watched his mate chase his orgasm, watched the way his face transformed with each stroke, and his own release coiled tight at the base of his skull.
Not yet. He needed to time this right. Needed to seal the bond at the exact moment when Dakota was most vulnerable, most open.
“I’m close.” Dakota’s voice broke on the words, his hand moving faster on his cock. “So close.”
“Let me see you.” Kivani’s hand covered Dakota’s, guiding his strokes. “Want to watch you come on my cock.”
Dakota’s entire body went taut, his muscles locking as pleasure crested. His cock pulsed in their joined hands, release spilling across his stomach in hot streaks. The sight pushed Kivani to the edge, his own orgasm building with brutal force.
Now, the tiger demanded.Claim him now.
Kivani leaned down, his mouth finding the junction where Dakota’s throat met his shoulder. His mate was still trembling with aftershocks, still clenching around Kivani’s cock, and Kivani let his canines extend fully. They pressed against Dakota’s skin, dimpling the flesh, and then he bit down.
His teeth sank into muscle, breaking skin, and Dakota cried out. The sound was part pain, part pleasure, wholly overwhelmed. Blood flooded Kivani’s mouth, hot and sweet and tasting like home. His hips jerked forward one final time, and his orgasm hit him like lightning, white-hot and all-consuming. He spilled inside his mate while his teeth held the claiming bite, sealing the bond that would tie them together for the rest of their lives.
The mate bond snapped into place with physical force. Kivani felt it lock between them, solid and unbreakable, connecting them in ways that went beyond the physical. He could feel Dakota’s emotions now, not just sense them but experience them as his own. The pleasure still echoing through his mate’s system. The brief flare of pain from the bite. The overwhelming sense of rightness that came with being claimed.
Kivani held the bite for several seconds, his tiger purring loudly. Then he released Dakota’s shoulder and licked over the wound, his saliva sealing the broken skin.
Mine. Finally, completely, permanently mine.
Dakota’s hand came up to touch the bite mark, his fingers trembling as they traced the indentations Kivani’s teeth had left. “I felt it.” His voice was awed, wondering. “Felt something inside me snap.”
“Our souls soldering.” Kivani pressed a kiss to the fresh mark then another to Dakota’s jaw. “We're bonded. Connected.”
“That’s...” Dakota’s eyes were huge, pupils blown so wide the blue was almost invisible. “That’s kind of amazing.”
