Page 41 of No Strings Attached

Not having anyone in his corner and going through life solo truly sucked. Sam had craved finding someone he could connect with, and that person was right in front of him.

“Thank you for telling me ahead of time,” he said, “but that doesn’t change my mind.”

Morgan’s eyes softened. “I’ve searched for my mate my entire life, Sam. My kind doesn’t feel whole until we find our other half.”

Sam swallowed around the lump in his throat. “I can’t believe you’re going to make me cry during sex.” He blinked several times. “Then bind me to you so we’ll both have our other half…halves… You know what I mean.”

Morgan’s smile had a spark of eroticism as he hovered over Sam, his left hand keeping him raised. Sam started to wrap his legs around the guy’s waist then stopped. They were going to have to get inventive since Sam’s movements were limited. “I don’t know what to do with my legs. I don’t want you to call a stop to this if I curl them around you.”

“Try it and see how it makes your back feel,” Morgan said.

Sam lifted his legs slowly, waiting to feel any kind of twitch or pull. He slid them around Morgan and then smiled. “No pain.”

Morgan looked between his legs as he gripped the base of his cock, watching as the head nudged against Sam’s entrance. “Fuck, this looks so damn beautiful.”

Sam gasped and sucked in deeply as the head popped past his ring of muscles. He hissed at the burn of being stretched as Morgan released the base, placed his other hand on the bed, and slow-fucked his way inside Sam’s ass.

“Like a vise grip around my cock,” Morgan gritted out, grimacing as if he was fighting not to slam inside Sam. This careful shit was going to wear thin very quickly. Sam wanted to rock his body downward, driving Morgan’s cock deep inside of him. Instead, he lay there, forcing himself not to instinctively react.

“I feel like the worst lay,” Sam said.

“You feel like the best lay,” Morgan murmured as he briefly closed his eyes. “Sometimes slow is better. It builds anticipation, allowing our bodies to burn longer.”

Sam’s past partners always wanted fast, never talking to him the way Morgan did. Sure, they’d talked dirty, but Morgan’s words sounded more like poetry, and Sam was eating those words up as if he’d been starved for them.

“I swear I’m not going to break if you move faster.” Sam tightened his legs around Morgan’s waist.

With a smirk, Morgan gave Sam’s ass a light slap. “Don’t make me tie you down. I’ll do it in a way that won’t strain your back.”

“Swear to god, you’re like my every fantasy come to life.” Sam wrapped his hands around Morgan’s biceps, loving how the muscles flexed under his palms as Morgan picked up his pace.

Finally!

Morgan reared back, making Sam lose his hold on his biceps. He pressed his palms against Sam’s knees and spread his legs apart. “This okay?”

“Hell yeah,” Sam groaned as he tossed his head back, strangling the bedding in his fists. “I’ll let you know when to ease up. For now, you better not slow down.”

“You’re a very bossy bottom.” Morgan’s hips shot forward with more speed, the echoing sound of their bodies connecting filling the room. Sam was dying to flip to his hands and knees because that position ruled, but that would have to wait until he could go wild.

“Morgan…” Sam rolled his head from side to side as sweat clung to him. “I’m-I’m almost there.” What in the hell was Morgan doing to Sam’s body to make his orgasms build so quickly?

Collapsing back over Sam, Morgan glided his lips over Sam’s skin where shoulder met neck. Since Sam knew what to except, he braced himself for the pain as Morgan’s sharp teeth sank into him.

The pain was so brief that Sam was convinced he’d imagined it. Then pleasure detonated inside of him, forcing a scream out of his lungs. He gripped Morgan’s hair, riding out the endless waves of unbelievable euphoria. It felt as if his cum was being ripped from his balls when it shot out of him in pearly-white ribbons.

Morgan snarled against Sam’s shoulder, pistoning deep into his ass as Sam felt a strange sensation snap inside of him like a taut bowstring being released. It made Sam’s heart falter for a second before it began to beat again.

When Morgan jerked his head back, Sam’s eyes widened at the sight of his elongated teeth, which ended in deadly points. He appeared savage, a beautiful beast that Sam should fear but didn’t. Morgan buried his cock deep, his shaft pulsing with his release as a deep growl rumbled in his chest.

Tiny aftershocks rippled through Sam as Morgan rocked slowly inside of him. At the same time, he nuzzled Sam, licking where he’d bitten him.

Sam squirmed as he laughed. “That tickles.”

“I’m sealing my mate’s wound.” Morgan, now resting on his forearms, gave a few more licks then kissed Sam’s Adam’s apple.

His mate. Sam really liked that.

Morgan lifted his head and looked down at Sam. “I never told you that you have a distinctive scent that only I can smell.”

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