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Hepresses gently at the insides of my thighs, coaxing them wider. My face heats as I realize just how much of myself is on display for him—spread open, vulnerable. Mika pauses, his gaze dark and intent, his breath hitching as he takes me in.

One trembling hand rises toward me, stopping just short of touching. His eyes meet mine, and for a moment, I forget how to breathe.

“I don’t even know what to touch first,” Mika murmurs, his voice thick and rough. “That pretty cock bobbing against your belly, dripping with those little pearly beads? The sac hanging low and heavy? Or…”

I almost lose it then and there, the filthy promise in his words unraveling me. I reach down quickly, twisting my balls in desperation to stave off the orgasm threatening to crash over me.

“Are you trying to kill me, Mika?” My voice comes out shaky, desperate. “Or maybe you need help. Suck me. Put my cock in your mouth.”

Mika grins, wicked and knowing, and doesn’t hesitate. His hot tongue circles the head of my cock, teasing before he takes me all the way down in one smooth motion. The heat of his mouth and the tight suction steal every thought from my brain. His nose presses into my pubes, and I cry out, my fingers tangling in his hair.

Mika works me with ruthless skill, his throat flexing as he swallows, his tongue swirling and teasing. The sensations build too fast, too strong, and I’m powerless against the tidal wave of pleasure. My back arches, and I shout his name as my release rips through me. Hot pulses of cum shoot deep into his mouth, and I gasp, my hips jerking as he milks every drop from me.

If Mika wasn’t holding me steady, pinning me against the cabinet, I’d be a heap on the floor. My legs feel like jelly, trembling with the aftershocks of the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had.

Smooth as ever, Mika rises, his body sliding against mine. The friction of our cocks rubbing together pulls a groan from me, my hips twitching instinctively.

“Let me take care of you,” I whisper, running my hands down his chest. But Mika is already latching onto my neck, his teeth nipping and his lips sucking in a way that has me groaning all over again.

“Just…put your hands on me, Gabe. I can’t… Not gonna last much longer,” he rasps, his voice rough and desperate.

I don’t need more prompting. I wrap my hand around his cock, stroking him firm and fast, while my other hand dips lower, cupping and kneading his balls. Mika growls, his hips snapping forward into my grip.

The sound he makes when I squeeze gently at the base of his shaft is primal, guttural, and it shoots straight to my still-recovering cock. His teeth sink into my shoulder, hard enough to sting but not quite breaking the skin. The zing of pain sends a fresh rush of arousal through me, and I moan, stroking him faster.

Mika jerks against me, his cock twitching in my hand as he comes hard. Hot jets of cum spill over both of us, his hips spasming as his release rocks through him. The sight of him—head thrown back, mouth open, eyes dark with passion—leaves me in awe. He’s magnificent, and he’smine.

“Fuck, Mika,” I whisper as he collapses against me, his head resting on my shoulder. His breath is hot and ragged against my skin, and I wrap my arms around him, holding him close as we both come down from the high.

He finally lifts his head, his eyes catching on the bite mark he left on my shoulder. His face falls, guilt darkening his features as he reaches out to trace the mark with trembling fingers.

“I— Shit, Gabe, I didn’t mean to—”

“Hey.” I cut him off, cupping his face in my hands. “It’s okay. It felt…amazing, actually. That little bit of pain spurred on a much, much bigger jolt of pleasure. Can’t you tell?” I thrust my cock against him, half hard and already stirring back to life.

Mika stares at me, his guilt melting into something warmer, something darker. I don’t have to convince him. With a low growl, he grabs my hand and leads me toward the bedroom.

He doesn’t need to drag me far—I’d follow him anywhere.

Mika

IwatchGabe carefully, trying not to laugh at my mate’s reaction on how a mate was converted into a shapeshifter. Having avoided the conversation for days, I’d finally given in.

“Are you shitting me? That’s just…gross. Wrong. Fucked up. The sixty-nine from hell.”

Gabe’s green eyes are sharp, questioning, and I know he’s trying to piece together what I’m saying. I completely agree with him. Having anyone, mate or not, bite my cock hard enough to draw blood as I come… The thought alone makes me shudder and has my cock aching with imaginary puncture wounds.

“So, you shifters can just run around biting other people’s parts and swapping a little blood and,wham! A new shifter is born? Bet y’all would be really popular at a BDSM club.” The teasing light in Gabe’s eyes doesn’t manage to dispel the tightness in my stomach. I look at him, trying to judge whether or not the man was ready for the truth about mates.

“I know that look, Mika.” Gabe frowns at me. “What is it?”

“You pretty much forbade me to talk about anything to do with…us,” I point out, and know my mate had been right in doing so. Gabriel had needed time to digest what had to be, to him, an almost fantastical situation. There’s no way I want to jeopardize the relationship we’re building.

Gabe has the decency to look embarrassed about his demand for silence. “Yeah, well, it was a lot to accept, you know? But, I, ah, I think that maybe from here on out, we need to be honest. Not that you’re lying; that’s not what I meant. Just…I want this, you know?” He gestures between us. “I want you, so I’ll deal with everything else. It’s not fair of me to refuse to acknowledge who and what you are. You deserve better, and I should be a better man.”

“The need we feel for each other,” I start again, my voice steady, even though my nerves are raw, “physically, emotionally—it’s not random. The ability to share a mind-link, the way I could change someone into a shifter if I had to…those things only happen with very specific people.”

Gabe’s expression shifts slightly, his forehead furrowing. “Specific people?” he repeats, his tone calm but curious. He’s not shutting me out, which feels like the tiniest lifeline I can cling to.

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