Page 29 of Bear the Burden

Hyett licked the head of Wesley’s cock, then slipped from the bed, removing his shirt and underwear before grabbing a bottle of lube from the nightstand. Wesley quickly sat up and yanked his shirt off before lying back down.

Then he spread his legs and Hyett slipped between them, lubing his cock before the head touched against Wesley’s still-pulsing hole. “Fuck me.”

His mate drove his cock deep inside Wesley’s ass, causing him to cry out again. He tossed Wesley’s legs over his arms then yanked their bodies closer.

“Mine,” Hyett growled possessively, a savage look burning in his eyes.

“Yours,” Wesley moaned. His mate thrust hard and deep, his thick cock stretching Wesley’s lubed hole. His soft cock began to fill, hardening with every smack of Hyett’s balls against his ass.

“I’ve missed this so much.” Wesley lifted his hips. He curled his fingers into the bed, and stared up at the sight Hyett kneeling between his legs.

His legs. Wesley’s gaze slid to his injured leg, exposed for the first time in front of someone who wasn’t a medical professional. And Hyett gripped it firmly, as if he had no issue touching it. His hand glided down the length then back up, as if reading Wesley’s mind and proving the discoloration and scars didn’t bother him.

“You’re beautiful,” Hyett murmured, his cock thrusting in and out of Wesley’s ass. “Every inch of you is beautiful, sweetheart.”

Something inside of Wesley’s loosened, breathing freely for the first time since the fire. He began to thrust downward on every forward flex of Hyett’s hips.

“That’s it, baby. Shove your ass onto my cock.” Hyett threw his head back as a long, guttural moan escaped. “You feel so incredible. So tight. So fucking tight.”

He dropped to one hand, his other stroking Wesley’s cock. Now their faces were inches apart.

“Tell me if your leg starts bothering you.”

Wesley nodded, but he doubted that would happen. If one touch erased the pain, then he had no worries since Hyett was practically lying on top of him.

He kissed Wesley tenderly, passionately, before pulling back and separating their bodies.

“Can you handle being on your hands and knees?” Hyett’s erection was hard and protruding from his groin, glistening from the lube. “I know you’re still sore, so I don’t want to do anything to put you in more pain.”

“Let me try.” He wanted Hyett’s cock back inside of him, so he was willing to try anything. And now that his mate had mentioned his soreness, Wesley noticed his side and back no longer hurt. It was official. He was strapping Hyett to him so the guy would always touch him.

He gripped Wesley’s hips and gently turned him over.

“That is one gorgeous sight,” Hyett moaned, causing Wesley to blush. His ass was sticking up in the air, and his mate was salivating over it.

He knew how to stroke a guy’s ego.

“Spread your legs, baby.” Hyett gripped Wesley’s ass as he used his thighs to help spread them apart. His mate rubbed the head of his cock over Wesley’s ring of muscle a few times, teasing them both.

His hole was aching to be filled again, not teased.

Finally, he felt the head push back inside his body. Wesley groaned at being so, so full. His hands still gripping Wesley’s ass, Hyett started pounding inside of him. He matched Hyett thrust for thrust.

“Shit,” Hyett hissed.

When Wesley looked over his shoulder, he saw that his mate had planted one foot on the bed, a look of raw lust in his eyes as his hips punched forward.

Wesley was making him look that way. It was his body bringing his mate so much pleasure, and that was a heady feeling.

Turning back around, Wesley closed his eyes, losing himself in the moment, in the sensations flooding him.

“Need to claim you,” Hyett groaned. The man blanketed his back, and Wesley loved feeling the weight pressing down on him.

Until he felt a sharp pain slice into his neck. But the pain lasted only a second, followed by the most intense orgasm of his life. Wesley shouted, his seed spilling from his cock as Hyett pistoned into his ass.

A strange, wonderful sensation filled Wesley’s chest, then it felt as if something snapped into place. His breath hitched in his throat as his heart stopped for a brief second before restarting.

“Hyett,” he whimpered, unsure what was happening.

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