Isaac put a hand over Michael’s mouth. “Okay.” He slid his fingers along his jaw and into his hair. “But I want you to bite me.” He swallowed thickly, the thought of bonding with Michael a temptation he had a hard time getting past. “Here.” He guided Michael’s head down to his shoulder instead. “Bite me here. I want to feel it. Feel you.”I want you to mark me, if only for a little while.
In answer, Michael let his fangs drop down again, the scrape of teeth against Isaac’s skin pulling a moan out of him.
“Yes...”
Michael picked up the pace again, and Isaac wrapped his legs around him, his cock trapped between them, the delicious friction reigniting the fire inside him, and Isaac clung on tight, body thrumming with anticipation as pleasure tingled at the base of his spine.
“Now,” he whispered, closing his eyes as Michael bit down hard into the top of his shoulder.
Isaac cried out, pain so sharp and sweet sending him flying over the edge, and he pulsed between them, marking Michael’s skin as his teeth sank into him.
Michael tipped his head back and roared, his whole body tensing as he came, clinging to Isaac with fingers that left a sharp sting in their wake. Isaac would be marked all over, but as much as he wanted to keep all of them as a reminder, they’d be gone by morning.
The last aftershocks of orgasm faded, and Michael lifted his head to look at him. Isaac smiled, but his heart had a heaviness to it he couldn’t hide.
As if reading his mind, Michael traced a finger over the bite mark he’d left. “When this is all over, we’ll leave marks that will never fade.”
Isaac bit back the whine building in his chest because neither of them could promise that. Instead, he pulled Michael down for a kiss, lost himself in his taste and his warmth, and pretended that tonight would last forever.
