Page 54 of Cupcake

Logan arched his back as he cried out in extasy.

Dean pulled out then eased back inside.

Logan lifted his hips.

Logan’s body was tight around his cock. Dean pulled back then slammed inside. He repeated the move again and then again. He slammed hard, rocking the entire bed.

His boy clung to him as he rode Dean’s shaft like a madman.

He’d been planning to take his time, but he was still riled from the shower and he needed his claim to be permanent on Logan. Dean couldn’t hold back. Even as much as he wanted to. He knew that he should be careful with Logan’s wound.

They reached a hard and fast rhythm that quickly brought Dean to the edge of climax.

Logan panted under him. Opening his eyes, lion Logan was evident in that gaze. The animal side of Logan wanting to get out.

“Bite me!” Dean ordered. He wasn’t going to last much longer.

Logan roared as his eye-teeth dropped.

Dean folded his boy’s body up so he could plunge deep while giving Logan access to his neck.

There was a slight sharp bite of pain as Logan’s teeth pierced his skin.

“Logan!” Dean grunted out his mate’s name as his orgasm hit. He grabbed the right side of Logan's throat with his palm, wishing for his mark to flow from his magic.

The magic whirled around them. Pulsed. The bond settling and strengthening.

The missing pieces of Dean’s soul clicked into place as contentment like he’d never felt before filled him.

Logan released his bite as he yowled and cum shot from his cock.

Throwing his head back, Dean yelled his own release. He filled Logan, his boy, his mate, with his seed until Dean was drained dry.

That was all Dean could handle.

He managed to ease out of Logan before he fell to the side.

Beside him, Logan panted with a red face and a smile that Dean had never seen on the boy’s face before. Dean turned onto his side before he pulled Logan into his overheated body.

With a wave of his hand, Dean cleaned the two of them up.

Logan began to giggle. “Magic is so cool.”

He’d normally have gotten up and cleaned Logan himself. Not being able to feel his legs cautioned him that he could spoil his boy at a later date. This time Dean would bask in the fact that he’d claimed Logan, and Logan had claimed him, that they were mates.

On the bedside table, his phone chimed.

Logan knew, just knew, that it would be Noah who messaged him.

The familiar would have felt the moment that the bond with Logan had slid into place.

They were family now.

Mates.

For better or worse.

And Dean would do whatever it took to keep his mate safe.

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