Page 75 of The Tenor's Shadow

Anthony rocked gently back and forth, his hands clutching the sides of Freddie’s rib cage. The tingle of Freddie’s orgasm was gathering in his balls. This first round would not last long.

Anthony smiled. “It already doesn’t hurt.” With that, Anthony set a devastating pace, bouncing on Freddie’s dick. Freddie loved the smack of Anthony’s beautiful ass slapping against the muscle of his thighs. Anthony was almost screaming with need. “Please, more, I need it.”

“I’m so close…” Freddie’s voice was ragged.

“Yes, I need you to fill me up.”

If possible, Anthony moved faster and harder. He was squeezing Freddie’s cock with his ass, trying to milk the cum out of him.

As Freddie approached the point of no return, he wrapped his hands around Anthony’s waist, tucked his feet under him and pushed, using his vampiric strength to propel them across the room.

Anthony hit the wall with Freddie still inside of him, and Freddie folded him in half, pushing his legs back against his shoulders as he fucked him into the drywall.

“Fucking god!” Anthony’s eyes squeezed shut. “You’re so deep, yes, please.”

Freddie was in control now, and he was relentless in pursuit of his orgasm. Eventually, he would spend hours inside Anthony, days even. He would fuck him again with his own cum as lube. Just the thought brought him to the edge.

“Do you want it, my love?”

“Yes. Please. I need you to…”

Freddie took in the gorgeous man in front of him, the thick muscles of his thighs straining, his eyes desperate. Freddie pushed deeper into Anthony. The sounds he made were glorious.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Now, Freddie, I need it!”

A growl ripped from Freddie’s throat as he exploded inside of Anthony. His orgasm seemed never ending, filling his lover’s perfect ass. Anthony screamed and shook against him.

When he slowed, Anthony looked up at him, sated, but with mischief in his eyes.

“What?” Freddie knew Anthony couldn’t be trusted.

Anthony’s fangs dropped, and he lunged for Freddie’s neck, piercing the skin and drinking deeply.

Freddie was instantly hard and once again on the precipice of orgasm. Freddie slammed into Anthony, harder and harder, unable to resist the temptation. Anthony screamed as Freddie bit down on his own neck, even as Freddie emptied himself once more into his mate. It was so intense, so overwhelming. It was perfect.

Then their mate bond snapped into place, and they were as one. There was no separation between them now. Their emotions, their desires, all were an open book. The love pulsed between them like an electric current.

As the second orgasm subsided, Freddie’s legs wobbled with exhaustion. He folded his arms around Anthony, his mate’s own release rubbing off on his stomach as they made contact and guided him down as they slid from the wall to the floor. He stayed inside Anthony, savoring the connection with the man he loved.

Anthony wrapped tight around him, licking at the puncture wound on Freddie’s neck. Freddie did the same, but with tiny flicks of his tongue that he knew would send electricity sparking across Anthony’s skin. Freddie loved to feel him tremble in his arms.

“You are more than I deserve in a mate.” Freddie whispered into Anthony’s ear. “I will love you always. I wear your mark to prove it, and you wear mine.”

“I love you…” Anthony was barely conscious, worn out from the first real expenditure of energy after his turning. A moment later, he was snoring into Freddie’s shoulder.

Without jostling him, Freddie moved them both off the floor and to the bed.

He would spend the rest of eternity caring for this man, and he wouldn’t regret a second of it. He was certain of it.

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