Max pressed closer with a moan, rocking forward, grinding himself against Caius’ stomach. His hands roamed from arms to chest to shoulders as if unsure where to focus, leaving shivers of pleasure in their wake.
Caius pulled his hand out of Max’s hair and fumbled blindly for the lube. When he found it, he thumbed it open and squeezed too much into his palm. It took a moment to warm as he spread it over his fingers, breaking the kiss enough to watch Max’s face as he slid a finger along his cleft.
Max pushed closer with a gasp, lifting onto his knees and burying his face in Caius’ hair. “Please.”
Taking advantage of the new position, he fastened his lips to Max’s chest, trailing wet kisses from one nipple to the other as he slowly pressed a finger inside. Fingers twisted in his hair as Max keened, bordering on the point of pain as nails left shallow scratches across his shoulders. He growled as Max’s scent sharpened further as he alternated between pushing onto Caius’ finger and grinding into his stomach.
He needed more of that scent. Needed to bury his nose in the musk and smoke and citrus until it filled his lungs. He urged Max to lift up higher until he could take the mage into his mouth.
“Fuck! Fuck, Caius,” Max gasped, curling over Caius’ head, his hips jerking with short, aborted thrusts like he was fighting to hold still.
That wouldn’t do. Caius gripped Max’s ass with his free hand, working another finger in and swallowing until Max hit the back of his throat.
“Yes,” Max hissed, his gasps and sharp cries of pleasure growing louder until even Rían could likely hear.
Precum coated his tongue, the taste matching Max’s scent with bitter and salt beneath it, and the musk of sex filled his nose, but it wasn’t enough. With a twist of his wrist, he pushed his fingers deeper and found the spot that ensured Max came apart.
With a broken off cry, Max spasmed and shuddered with release, spilling down Caius’ throat. His grip went slack once he was spent, his body turning boneless as he panted against Caius’ hair. He sank back down to sit and slumped into Caius’ chest with a long, satiated moan.
Caius held him with a soft, pleased growl, languishing in the scent and taste of Max while the mage caught his breath. Then he shifted his fingers, curling them enough that Max arched and gasped his name.There was no rush to get Max worked up again, so Caius took his time, dragging his tongue along Max’s neck as he added more lube and another finger.
By the time Caius neared his own limit, Max was hard again and apparently running out of patience. He fisted both hands in Caius’ hair and dragged him in for a searing kiss. “Fuck me.”
With a growl, Caius toppled Max to the bed and stood. He stripped with military efficiency and grabbed the lube, raking his eyes over Max as he sank to a knee between his thighs. Max’s breathing sped up as Caius poured lube into his hand and coated himself. With his other hand, he snagged Max’s leg and pulled him to the edge of the bed, then leaned over him. He captured both wrists and pinned them over Max’s head with his good arm, gripping his hip with the left and lifting Max enough to press against his entrance.
Max tipped his head back with a long, pleading moan and wrapped his legs around Caius, digging his heels into Caius’ ass to pull him closer. “Please, please, hurry the fuck up.” It sounded more like a demand than a plea, even as he flexed his wrists against Caius’ hold.
Intent on savoring the moment, Caius pressed his nose into Max’s neck and breathed deep before sinking into his heat.
Max thrashed and arched beneath him with a hissed, “Fuck!” He tilted his head to the side, baring more of his neck, his legs shaking as they squeezed tighter around Caius. “More.”
Caius obliged, inching deeper and deeper until he was buried completely in the too warm heat. He dragged his teeth against the rabbit-quick pulse at Max’s throat before sealing his lips against it, leaving a mark as he rocked his hips in slow, shallow thrusts, ignoring the ache and burn starting in his left shoulder.
Maybe it was the bond at work, maybe it was something else, but he doubted he’d ever get enough of Max. Of the scent or smell of him, as addictive as his moans and sharp cries of pleasure. They were overwhelming, filling Caius’ senses with the burning need formore.
He pulled back and out, gripping Max’s thighs and flipping him to his stomach. The surprised yelp drew a soft rumble of a chuckle from him, before he sank back into Max with a groan, gripping his hips tight enough to move in earnest.
Max was a sweetly begging mess beneath him, stretched out on his hands and knees, flushed with pleasure and the heat of flames beneath his skin.
It still wasn’t enough. In all his forty-two years, the need to claim had never been this strong before. Binding Max, marking him as pack, neither satisfied the primal need to put a far more visible mark on him. “Tell me you’re mine,” he growled, giving up the fight against his wolf. The lighting suddenly changed as his eyes turned gold and his breath caught.
In human form, he could smell magic, but the wolf could see the echo of it. A mage always looked brighter than a normal human because of the swirl of raw energy coalesced around them.
Max was lit up like a sunset. Thick threads of oranges and reds and purples, and a bright blue edging to white at his core, with sparks of silver scattered throughout. The outlines of the tattoo were a darker blur of magic against the brightness, a tangible mark, but it barely scratched the possessive itch of his wolf.
“Y-yours,” Max whimpered, tossing his head back with a sharp whine.
He would have howled if he’d let his wolf out any further. Instead, he dragged Max closer, lifting his hips higher before rutting into him. With one hand, he found Max’s leaking cock and began stroking, planting his other hand between Max’s shoulder blades to pin his chest to the bed.
With a curse, Max bucked into Caius’ hand, pleas falling from his lips like prayers one moment and commands the next.
Unable to hold back any longer, Caius sank his teeth into the juncture of Max’s neck, biting down hard enough to break skin and taste blood.
Max screamed and jerked beneath him, spilling over Caius’ hand as he shuddered through a second orgasm a moment later.
Keeping his teeth locked in place, he gave a few more deep thrusts before his own release ripped through him. His wolf finally satisfied, Caius carefully released Max’s neck, licking away the smear of blood as he continued to lazily grind into him, riding out the last tremors of pleasure.
Eyes closed and body completely limp, Max groaned and gasped for air, barely even twitching as Caius pressed a lingering kiss to the claiming mark.
