Page 90 of Golden Eagle

Nikita patted his hip. “Roll over,lyubimyy,it will go easier that way.”

Sasha did, uncoordinated and shaky, feeling flushed all over.

Nik snagged one of the pillows and urged Sasha up so he could put it beneath his hips, which turned out to be a great thing because the soft down filling plumped up and gave him something to grind against.

“Hold on,” Nikita said with a little laugh. Wet sound of him slicking his cock. And then his hand was on the small of Sasha’s back, rubbing circles. He moved in closer, skin radiating heat against Sasha’s back. He kneaded Sasha’s ass a moment, making little low growls in his throat that were probably unconscious.

Sasha was on fire with wanting, all his nerves singing, mourning the loss of contact where he was stretched and ready, wanting Nikita therenow. He humped against the pillow, and the hands on his hip and ass tightened. “Be still, baby,” Nikita said, voice threaded with a growl. And then there was the head of his cock, just barely pressing, and it was so much bigger than fingers.

“Nik. Please.”

Nik pressed in, slow, slow, slow, hands tightening on Sasha’s hips, panting harshly as he held himself in check. He was shaking.

It burned. It was so much, and it hurt, but Sasha gritted his teeth and held very still, breathing through it.

Finally, Nikita’s hips pressed flushed to his ass, and he was in to the hilt. “Sashka.” His teeth were gritted too, Sasha could hear it. “Are you okay?” One trembling hand smoothed up and down the tense line of Sasha’s spine. “Did I hurt you? Is it – I can pull out – baby, I…” Frantic sweeps of his palm, and choppy breaths. He was inside Sasha.

Insidehim, and he could feel every inch, so impossibly full, and it was the closest they’d ever been, bodies fitted together like this.

“Don’t stop. I need – a second. Just a second. But don’t stop, darling. Please don’t. I want this.”

Nikita folded down over him; his sweat-damp forehead pressed to his back, right between his shoulders. “I can wait. I can wait all night,” he breathed, and his hand found the back of Sasha’s on the sheets, and he laced their trembling fingers together. “Breathe with me, baby.”

Sasha closed his eyes, and did.

All he urgency from just-inside-the-door had faded, replaced by Nikita’s careful tenderness, and the breathless tension of settling into something new. The shiver of the edge of undiscovered landscapes.

Slowly, the sharp sting faded.

Nikita nuzzled at the back of his shoulder. Pressed kisses there, so careful, though his body was all coiled tension. He purred. “You feel wonderful. So good, baby. Are you okay?” He squeezed Sasha’s hand.

Sasha squeezed back, shifted his hips – and Nikita gasped. “I’m perfect – I’m with you.” He shifted again, and oh, that– “You can move.”

“You sure?”

“Yes. I–”

Nik drew back a fraction, and eased back in.

“Yes, God – move. Please.”

He went slow at first, so slow, his breathing strained, open, hot mouth pressed to the base of Sasha’s neck. Until it didn’t hurt at all. Until it started to feel good.

Sasha shifted back on the next gentle thrust. “Nik. You can–”

Nikita swore in Russian, and pushed up on both hands. He untangled their fingers so he could grip Sasha’s hips. So he could brace his knees, and pull nearly all the way out, and then thrust back in, slow and forceful. The head of his cock moved over Sasha’s prostate, and he saw stars.

The pace picked up, and it was so good Sasha couldn’t breathe.

But he said, “Wait, wait.” Nik froze instantly. “I want to see your face.”

Nikita held still another moment, panting hotly against the back of his neck. Then he kissed him there. “Okay. Okay, baby.” Pulled out, and encouraged him to roll over.

If Nik had looked wrecked last time, he looked absolutely ruined now, as feral and undone as he’d ever been. Cheeks flushed, mouth red and bitten, eyes glassy, skin gleaming. His short hair, sweat-damp, had fallen across his face. He was gorgeous.

Even more so when he took hold of Sasha’s hips and entered him again, hip tipping back, eyes closing, a moan rippling up out of his throat. He thrust a few times, slick and tight, until Sasha was moaning, too.

Then it was more kisses, sloppy and wet, bodies sliding together. Sasha’s hard cock rubbed against Nik’s stomach and he was so full, and it was so much, and it was so, so–

He whimpered when he came, spilling hot between their bellies. A moment later Nik ground in hard, growled, ducked his head, and sunk his fangs into Sasha’s throat as he came, too, hot pulses deep inside that Sasha could feel.

He cupped the back of Nikita’s head, and held him in place as he drank. Boneless, shaking, sated, and wanting his mate to take what he needed, now, to drink his fill and be strong, and healthy. The knowledge of feeding him like this, after giving him pleasure, filled Sasha with a joy so intense it ached. This was right; this was the way of things. The way of mates, and of vampires and Familiars. The way of pack looking after each other.

Their breathing and their heartbeats slowed, though the stimulation of feeding kept Nik half-hard inside him. Finally, Nikita lapped the wound he’d made a few times and pulled back, licking his lips, looking absolutely drugged.

He rested their foreheads together. “Christ,” he groaned. “I love you.”

“I love that I didn’t even have to force you to feed this time,” Sasha said, with a helpless giggle that shook them both, and then kissed the tip of Nik’s nose. “I love you, too.”

They shifted onto their sides, heedless of the mess, and went right to sleep.

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