Page 38 of Wild Reckoning

His name on Killian’s lips was like an aphrodisiac. A drug that Stewart wanted more of. He palmed Killian’s sac and pulled at it, licking up one side of his cock and down the other, moaning at how good his mate tasted.

Killian hissed, grabbing a handful of Stewart’s hair, moving his hips a little faster as a low growl rumbled in his chest. Instead of Stewart backing away afraid, the sound spurred him on. He slurped, sucked, and swallowed the hard shaft, shaking with a need to hear Killian’s sounds in the throes of passion.

“Not like this.” Killian backed away, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. “I want to be buried inside your ass when I come.”

Still on his hands and knees, Stewart turned and jutted his ass into the air. Killian slid a hand over his globes, his mate’s thumb trailing over his hole.

Stewart heard the snick of the cap, and then Killian probed at his entrance. Lowering his shoulders, he hissed at how good it felt when Killian slid a finger inside of him. He rolled his head on the bedding, curling his fingers into the fabric as his mate added a second finger then his tongue.

“Oh shit.” Stewart arched his back, shivering as he groaned. This was what he needed. To forget, to block out the world, to have Killian show him what it was like to be needed, to be wanted. His mate didn’t think only of his own needs. He’d given Stewart a blowjob right off the bat.

Killian was a considerate and giving lover, something Clive hadn’t been.

He licked at Stewart’s nuts, making him moan even louder.

Then he felt the fingers leave, replaced by the blunt head of Killian’s erection. Stewart braced himself, fully aware of how big his mate’s cock was. His eyes widened, and he sucked in a breath as Killian entered him.

“Don’t tense, baby.” Killian glided his hand up Stewart’s back, moving it slowly, one hand on Stewart’s hip, the other locked on his nape, like Killian would hold him in place if he had to. “Just breathe. Relax your muscles.”

The burn intensified as Killian sank his cock deeper inside Stewart’s ass.

“Oh. My. Fuck,” Killian groaned. “Your ass is amazing.”

If Stewart wanted to get past the pain, his mate needed to move faster. Taking matters into his own hands, he slammed back, driving the entire length into his body. Killian growled, his hands clasping Stewart’s hips. His mate moved faster, harder, the sound of their skin colliding echoing in the room.

He shoved Stewart farther up the bed then crawled in behind him, never losing his rhythm. “So fucking good,” Killian groaned, his flexing hips driving his cock deep inside Stewart’s ass.

But Stewart wanted to see Killian’s eyes. He jerked forward, dislodging his mate’s cock before flipping to his back and curling his legs around the man’s waist.

Those smoldering gray eyes. So beautiful. They made Stewart want to belong to the bear shifter, to be branded by him.

Killian slid back inside his ass, filling him, stretching him wide. He dropped over Stewart, bracing his arms on either side of him. Their kiss was anything but soft. It was sloppy and brutal, and Stewart loved it.

“My gentle giant.” Stewart trailed his fingers over Killian’s jaw, loving how the stubble felt against his skin.

“For you, always.” Killian kissed Stewart’s fingers. Then he used his hand to hook Stewart’s leg under his knee and pull it upward. “You’re obliterating my control.”

He pounded into Stewart, grunting and breathing heavily as he thrust. Stewart gripped Killian’s biceps, clinging to him, uncaring that they’d only known each other for such a short time and now were sleeping together. What had been important to Stewart before no longer seemed to matter.

A low growl erupted in Killian’s throat. Stewart gasped when he saw two sharp canines descend.

“I need to claim you,” Killian ground out.

“Then do it.” Stewart just prayed Killian didn’t turn into a bear. As massive as the animal was, it would crush him, killing him instantly.

He cried out when his mate struck, sinking his canines into the soft skin of his shoulder.

But it wasn’t pain he felt.

If anything, the sensation made Stewart fly higher, his orgasm crashing into him and making him scream Killian’s name.

Pulse after pulse of Stewart’s cum bathed their chests. He writhed under Killian, clutching him, as he felt his mate come inside of him.

A strange sensation filled Stewart, almost like something being plucked inside of him, and then a vibration echoed through his body, followed by a feeling that he’d known Killian his entire life.

Finally, his mate retracted his canines and licked the wound. Stewart was too exhausted to think about what had just happened. He’d question his own sanity come morning. Right now all he wanted to do was sleep.

Killian eased out of Stewart and spooned behind him, nuzzling his neck. Unable to keep his eyes open any longer, Stewart closed them, wearing a happy grin.

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