“Degrading talk is new for me. Give me a little leeway.”
Wyn laughed; his smile was like fire, making his blue eyes glimmer. “You’re doing fine.” He pushed back and circled his hips in enticing circles against my groin. Wyn whispered, “You’re doing amazing. Ugh. So good. So good.”
I growled, grabbing his hips and slamming into his hole. Wyn cried out. I snarled, “Take it.”
He didn’t or couldn’t reply. I set up a brutal pace as I rolled my hips into his, pounding into him with harsh grunts. Wyn was so warm and perfectly tight around me. I had never felt anything as amazing as this in my entire life.
I wanted to tell him how hot he was around my shaft, how his hole was perfect, like it had been made for me, but I couldn’t for fear of something else slipping out, like my suspicion of Wyn being my mate or how much I desired him or how desperate I was to have him for the rest of my life.
Wyn didn’t seem to mind as he rocked back into me, forcing my cock deeper into him. The sound of our scales slapping, the squelching of my cock claiming his hole mixed with Wyn’s high-pitched cries and my wordless grunts.
All of sudden, Wyn’s hole clasped my cock impossibly tight, and he released a loud scream. He was coming. I hadn’t touched his cock and neither had he, but still he’d found his pleasure. I snarled a low groan. I rode him through his release to make sure he got the fullness of his pleasure. He sagged, collapsing. I hooked an arm under his waist and pounded into him, relishing his light whimpers of sensitivity as I used him, until fire swept over me. My cock kicked inside of his tight channel and coated him with my seed.
Panting, I lay on top of him for a few moments before rolling to the side and hugging him tight to my chest, all the while keeping my cock buried inside of him.
I kissed his neck. “That was amazing.”
Wyn just whimpered, his tail strangling mine. I gave a breathy laugh and continued to press soft kisses to his neck, showing him how much I cared about him.
Chapter 25
Snuggling is aftercare.
I felt no urge to move away from Monqilcolnen as I tried to calm my breathing and come down from the best orgasm of my life. Monqilcolnen was trailing kisses over my neck, sending tingles down my spine. It was so nice and warm. His arms held me tight and his softening cock was buried in my hole, right where I wanted it.
Instinct demanded we remain connected for quite sometime after fucking. Seekers believed the instinct had developed to help with insemination. Drakcol as a whole had very low conception rates, which was why we had developed the tubes to grow fetuses. It didn’t matter that Monqilcolnen and I were the same sex and neither of us could get pregnant; the instinct remained.
From experience, I knew the second the instinct faded, I would have the urge to move away and flee from the room. Intimacy had never been for me, and I doubted it would ever change, even with Monqilcolnen. But I would remain right here for quite a while because Monqilcolnen needed it.
I gently dragged my claws over his arm, and he shivered. I wasn’t the only one who was affected by the other’s close proximity, which soothed me. I didn’t want to be the only one overcome.
“I will be better next time,” he said.
I twisted slightly and cupped the back of his head to kiss his lips as best I could from our position. Monqilcolnen groaned and returned the sloppy kiss. He mmmhm’d against my lips, and I gave him one more kiss before snuggling back into a more comfortable position, though I did release his tail to drag my tuft over the back of his leg all the way to the swell of his butt.
“That was the best release I have ever had,” I said.
“You don’t have to assuage my feelings.”
“I’m not. I promise.”
Monqilcolnen pressed a harsh kiss to the nape of my neck before biting me. The sharp sting of pain made me whine, and my cock tried to rally, but it was too soon. He soothed away the ache with gentle licks.
“Thank you,” he said.
Continuing to drag my claws over his forearm, I asked, “How old are you?”
He chuckled. “That was sudden. Are you concerned?”
I cringed. How stupid was I to come out of nowhere and demand to know how old he was? Especially after we’d fucked for the first time.
“No, Wyn.” Monqilcolnen nipped my shoulder. “Don’t pull away from me.”
“I’m not.”
He scoffed. “You are.”
“So how old are you?”
