Page 76 of The Baritone's Rival

With those words, Trent was on him, his tongue invading Oscar’s mouth, strong and searching. Trent’s hands were on him, tugging his jacket off, undoing his belt. The desperate need to feel Trent against him overtook Oscar. He frantically unbuttoned Trent’s shirt, striving to get Trent’s smooth skin and muscle under his fingertips.

Trent’s hand was around him now, gripping him, and his whole body jumped at the electricity in the touch. He thrust his hips forward, desperate for the friction.

Trent broke off the kiss, pressing his forehead against Oscar’s, the bridges of their noses touching. “How do you want to do this?” Oscar shivered at the power in those words.

“Please. I need you…please take control. I don’t want to think anymore.”

Trent’s eyes sparkled as his hand went to Oscar’s chin, turning his head to the side with a sensual strength. His tongue was in Oscar’s ear now. Oscar squirmed and whined as Trent pushed inside, licking, then nibbling at the lobe.

“Ungh…” It was so much. When Oscar thought he maybe couldn’t take it anymore, Trent broke off and spun Oscar around, pushing Oscar’s pants down to his ankles.

Oscar leaned forward and rested his elbows on the kitchen island, closing his eyes tight.

“The perfect meal,” he heard Trent say, and then his ass cheeks were being pulled apart and Trent’s tongue was on his hole, flicking and tasting.

“Fuck, Trent, fuck that feels so good…” Oscar’s voice broke as he spoke. He pushed his ass back, enticing Trent to invade further, to go deeper. Soon enough, Oscar got his wish.

Trent was fucking him with his perfect tongue, breaching him and pushing in and out. It was heaven. Oscar couldn’t contain himself any longer, his moans growing to full on shouts of pleasure.

“Please, I can’t take it anymore,” Oscar called out to his mate, who was relentlessly torturing him, devouring his hole. “You have to fuck me.”

The feeling of Trent’s tongue disappeared, and the absence was devastating, but Oscar held out hope that it would soon be replaced by his thick cock.

“I need to prep you,” Trent said, pressing his finger gently against Oscar’s opening.

“I told you last time, I’m a vampire. I’ll heal fast. Just fuck me. Use the fucking olive oil for lube, I don’t care. Just get in me.” Oscar’s pleading was absolutely out of control, but he’d waved goodbye to his control from the first kiss.

He heard the clink of the olive oil bottle, and a slick finger pushed into him.

“Good enough,” Oscar said. “Get in me.”

“My impatient mate.” Trent’s voice was a low growl. “I’ll give you what you need.”

It hurt when Trent entered him, but Oscar didn’t care. The pain subsided soon enough, leaving only the intense fullness of Trent’s girth. He loved it, being used for his mate’s pleasure. He nearly came at just the idea of being filled with Trent’s seed.

Trent went slow at first, but after a few encouraging moans, his pace quickened. Oscar gripped the far edge of the island with his fingertips as his mind turned off. The slap of Trent’s muscular thighs against his ass was hypnotic, and Trent pegged his prostate again and again, pulling out pleasure-filled gasps and sobs.

“You feel so soft and tight around me, Oscar.” Trent’s pace was brutal, not letting up for a second. Trent was doing what he promised. He was showing Oscar that heownedhim. “You belong to me. You always will.”

Oscar’s rock-hard cock jolted with Trent’s words, and he felt his balls tighten. “I’m going to…”

With one powerful move, Trent pulled out and flipped Oscar onto his back, laying him down on the kitchen island. Oscar laughed with surprise, but that laughter died as Trent climbed up on the island and pushed Oscar’s knees against his chest. Trent pressed down on Oscar’s thighs with his muscled arms and buried himself inside Oscar once again. Oscar had a perfect view of Trent’s face now, and the determination he saw there sent him flying. This was his mate, and his mate wanted him, needed him, needed that connection. His mate would never let him go. He’d promised.

Trent’s jaw tightened, and Oscar could tell he was a few thrusts away from the precipice.

“Trent…”

“I want this. Make me your mate.”

Trent’s neck was inches away from Oscar’s mouth. Trent started to lose control, his rhythm growing erratic, and Oscar let his fangs drop.

This man was his.

He bit down hard on Trent’s neck. Trent cried out, and the warmth of his cum filled Oscar’s insides. It was amazing. After a few swallows, Oscar unlatched himself and brought his wrist up to his face, slicing open a vein with his fang and holding it to Trent’s mouth. Trent licked at the blood flowing down Oscar’s arm and swallowed.

The bond snapped into place between them even as they both came again with an intense shudder. Before they’d been connected, but now they were joined. Love, gratitude, and satisfaction flowed from Trent through the bond.

Oscar wrapped his arms around Trent’s neck, guiding Trent’s head in closer for a long, slow kiss. This was how things should be. This is what it meant to have a mate. Not fear. Not ruthlessness. But giving themselves over to each other willingly and without reservation.

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