Page 49 of Spike

Spike stood close behind me, his chin resting on my shoulder as I gazed out at the vast expanse of the universe.

Eventually, we settled down on the blankets and pillows, the soft fabric cushioning our bodies against the hard ground.

Spike produced a bottle of wine from a nearby cooler, along with two glasses, and poured us each a generous amount.

As we sipped the wine and lost ourselves in conversation, the night seemed to stretch on endlessly around us. The stars twinkled overhead, casting a gentle glow over our secluded spot in the woods.

Wrapped in Spike's embrace, surrounded by the beauty of the night sky, I felt a sense of peace wash over me.

As the night wore on, I felt a sense of contentment settle over me. The wine had dulled my nerves, and I found myself leaning closer to Spike, drawn to him in a way I couldn't fully explain.

Setting my glass down, I turned to him, meeting his gaze with a soft smile.

Without hesitation, I leaned in and pressed my lips to his, feeling the warmth and sweetness of our kiss envelop us both.

Spike closed his hand on my nape, deepening the kiss. I sucked down on his tongue, aware my jeans felt incredibly tight.

Pulling back slightly, I looked into Spike's eyes, feeling a rush of emotions welling up inside me.

"Thank you for tonight," I murmured. "No one has ever done anything like this for me before."

In that moment, as I looked into Spike's eyes, I realized something profound. No one else could ever compare to him.

He was my mate, the man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. And right here, right now, under the stars, I knew that I was exactly where I was meant to be.

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GRAY/ SPIKE

GRAY

“I’m glad you enjoyed tonight,” Spike said.

I settled against the soft blankets and pillows spread out beneath us. Spike rolled on top of me. He started spoiling me with more kisses as he undressed me.

In moments, I lay before him, nude and without secrets. Shyly, I tugged at the collar of his shirt and nipped at his ear, before whispering, “Your turn.”

Smiling, Spike stood up and gave me a little strip show. He laughed when I whistled in appreciation.

Spike straddled me again, and I speared my fingers through his hair as he worshiped my body again and again.

Every scorching kiss and touch, I engraved in my memory.

When Spike reached my dick, he gave the tip a kiss and I groaned. He licked and sucked me from root to base.

Needing something to hold onto, I clutched at the blanket while Spike continued giving me the best blowjob of my life.

He didn’t let me come, not right away. Just when I was on the verge of climax, Spike halted, then slid two fingers inside my asshole.

I groaned, already wet and ready for him. It used to embarrass me that omega shifters were self-lubricating but that night, I was grateful for being what I was.

Spike hefted my legs over his broad shoulders. “You ready?” Spike asked and I nodded, unable to speak.

He made his way slowly inside my asshole, so I was aware of every glorious inch of him. When he was finally hilt deep inside me, I groaned. Spike began to move, strokes slow at first, before building up speed.

The momentary pain of his entry was soon forgotten, replaced by sheer ecstasy. Sweat beaded our bodies as he pumped in and out of me.

Each time Spike entered me, I met him for every thrust. Something, a part of my soul, my inner wolf, seemed to reach out and touched Spike’s grizzly each time our bodies joined.

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