“Bowie, do you want to be myforever mate? I’ll cherish you for an eternity. Protect you and love you.”
The seriousness got Bowie holding still, meeting Kari’s gaze. “Yes.”
His mouth was claimed, and talking didn’t seem important any longer. It wasn’t frantic, it was a slow, sensual glide of lips and tongue. Kari’s mouth worshipped Bowie’s in slow, drugging kisses, totally at odds with how fast Kari’s heart raced against Bowie’s. Each kiss, its own special brand of love, as Kari explored his mouth with a dedication that had Bowie turning to putty in his arms. They’d kissed many times, but he’d never felt this level of worship. Nothing existed beyond the next kiss and the next and the next.
Pressed against cool cotton, Kari didn’t release his lips, following him down onto the bed. His ass dripped with desire. His cock smeared pre-come over Kari while it throbbed painfully. The kisses stole the desire to rush, despite how close he was to coming. Kari kissed along his jawline to his ear, gentle nips down his throat to his pulse, where he lingered. His teeth grazed the flesh, sending molten flames through him, only for him to move on. He kissed and nipped at each nipple until the flesh budded at the sensual torment.
“Oh… oh… oh…” Bowie panted breathlessly, undulating against Kari, seeking relief. “D-daddy.”
“I know, sweet boy. Daddy is worshipping you. Don’t you like it?” he chuckled darkly.
He nodded, eyes screwing shut when Kari’s hot breath touched his quivering cock.
There were more chuckles. The teasing, warm air touching his cock had him push his hips higher. “Would you like Daddy to bite your cock, so only we can see?”
“Yes… yes… that,” he gasped out, the desire almost painful with the need to come. “Now!” he demanded, so forcefully he surprised himself.
He didn’t have any time to consider what Kari thought of his boldness when his cock was sucked into the wet cavern of Kari’s mouth. His tongue teased Bowie as Kari moved to swallow all of his hard length until his nose touched skin.
He jerked upward at the powerful suction that followed. Kari coughed and chuckled, drawing back, but didn’t stop the assault. The suction was so strong, his toes curled and made Bowie see stars. Fingers clutched at the covers beneath him, anchoring him against the feeling he might fly right off the bed when the suction forced the cum from the end of his cock, into Kari’s willing mouth. The first spurt had Kari’s lips relax. Bowie whined in complaint. The next died on Bowie’s lips at teeth sinking into his flesh.
“Arghhhh,” he cried out, his cock pulsing so hard it seemed to freeze, spurting into Kari’s throat as he felt Kari suck the life force from him. Each one of Kari’s breathy moans vibrated up Bowie’s length and punched more cum from him until his balls ached from the prolonged intensity.
Something wet splashed against his inner leg before he scented Kari’s cum and groaned in complaint at losing theopportunity to suck Kari dry. To bite and taste Kari in the same way.
Sweaty and breathless, balls aching from the intensity of his release, his eyes drifted shut, his body going limp when his cock slipped free of Kari’s mouth. He felt the mattress shift before Kari took hold of him and pulled him to lie on his chest. Cum smeared everywhere, but Bowie didn’t care.
The ear pressed against the damp skin listened as Kari’s pounding heart slowed. Kari traced patterns up and down his back, reaching the curve of his backside before trailing back up. The gentle movement would be enough to send him to sleep if it continued. Bowie wanted his chance to claim Kari and shifted into the touch, slowly rocking his body against Kari’s. The stiffening cock beneath his thigh got his eyes opening. His own body responded when he met the hooded eyes of his mate.
A sense of knowing followed. The kind that left Bowie following his instincts. He slid down Kari’s body with ease, assisted by the dampness of their skin. An erotic body rub of cum and sweat. He eased back and up to settle on his knees, between Kari’s spread thighs. His gaze lingering on the fully erect cock laying against Kari’s flat stomach.
He glanced at his own marked flesh, proof of Kari’s love. His heart fluttered so fast he couldn’t catch his breath. The wide bite mark encompassed most of the length of his hard shaft and disappeared around the underside. He wanted that so bad he could already taste Kari. Feel it.
Inhaling, he returned his attention to Kari, seeking his approval. “Can I bite it, Daddy?” he asked shyly.
The unmarked cock jerked and a string of pre-cum slid from the tip. “Fuck.” Kari’s curse was more of a hiss. “Yes, Babycakes.”
Back was his wolf staring at him. Kari sounded nothing like himself.
“You sound like a wolf. Is that cause he wants me to mark you both?” asked Bowie, breathless with the desire to do just that.
Kari wore a pained expression and nodded erratically. “We do.”
Bowie wriggled back on his knees, lowering between Kari’s thighs to get closer. His wide shoulders made it hard to get as close as he wanted. His impatience had him settle more on his side, twisting a little so he could hold Kari’s gaze when he reached to wrap his fingers around the base, angling the cock at his lips. Holding Kari’s hooded gaze, his tongue poked out to lick at the tip. A flare of desire had Kari’s eyes looking black as saltiness and Kari’s unique flavor burst over Bowie’s tastebuds. They groaned together, and Bowie was encouraged by the reaction to use the flat of his tongue to swipe over the head for another taste.
Kari’s nostrils flared, and wolf and man stared at Bowie, encouraging him.
As much as he wanted to take his time, he felt the urgency between them increase. He tilted the cock more to get it in the side of his mouth. Only then did he bare his teeth. Their gazes held. Locked together, there was only them. This moment of truth. Of acceptance. Love. Bowie bit true, allowing all those emotions to fill the void his past had created.
A howl rent the air. Cum sprayed the bed. The cock throbbed in his hand as he sucked, swallowing blood, not taking his eyes offhis mate.He was a sight to behold, flushed, covered in cum, wearing an animalistic expression that had Bowie hump the thigh Kari tensed, seeking his own release.
Kari’s presence unfurled inside Bowie with each mouthful of blood he sucked from him. The loneliness that had lived within him was replaced with an abundance of love—Kari’s love. It was a warm caress to his heart, like the man had slipped his heart next to Bowie’s in his chest.
Sudden tears ached at the back of his eyes and slid heedlessly down his cheeks as his teeth retracted. Kari was there, reaching for him, cradling him in his arms.
“What’s this?” uttered Kari, touching his wet cheek.
“I can feel your love inside me. It’s as real as you and me,” he sobbed happily.
