Page 53 of The Wolf's Prince
Already, Soren knew his lover’s body. He could tell by the way Nikolai gasped and shouted out in undiluted pleasure just the way he liked it. Fast and at an angle to pleasure him from inside. And he liked Soren’s size, as he had told him from the start. He liked to be stretched and broken apart in all the best of ways. He wasn’t one to cling to control but rather, he was the type to throw himself over the edge and see if he could fly, well, Soren was happy to give him a safe landing for the second time that day.
He hoisted Nikolai’s legs up, getting the angle right, and thrust into him relentlessly, not stopping when Nikolai started to spurt come, forcing his orgasm to continue while he pumped more out from the inside.
Seeing him devolve into a boneless mess, unable to hold back anything, not even the ragged noises torn from his throat, Soren could not hold back any longer. He bent over Nikolai, his hips shaking, his knot beginning to stretch as his orgasm neared.
“Bite me!” he groaned.
Nikolai did, clamping his blunt teeth onto Soren’s trap, but not hard enough.
“Harder,” Soren gasped. “The way I did to you.”
Under him, Nikolai stiffened for a moment, and then, with a sudden movement, he tightened his arms and legs around Soren and bit down harder.
The feeling of his small teeth clamping down with enough force to break flesh was so undeniably sweet. And from that gentle gnaw, pleasure swept through Soren, the last of his control leaving him.
He came, pumping his hips out and in until his knot grew large enough to stop him, just as the last shivers of his orgasm ran through him.
Soren groaned, dropping down onto Nikolai, and suddenly a grin took over his face.
“You bit me,” he gasped.
“Yeah,” Nikolai agreed. “I did.”
His hands traced over Soren’s back.
“I’m guessing that our bond is official now?” he asked carefully.
Soren pushed himself up onto his elbows to meet Nikolai’s gaze before he nodded.
Nikolai was rosy and loose-limbed and seemed completely at ease.
“How do you feel?” Soren asked anyway.
“Good. I know you probably should have explained it to me better the first time, but, I understand when the heat of the moment takes over, and I know that it probably seemed obvious to you, and… This is my terrible, roundabout way of saying that I’m glad you did it. I’m glad I came here. Thank you for letting me return your bite.”
He met Soren’s gaze and tilted his chin, brushing their lips together.
“You’re all I could think of for over a week,” he added. “Call me selfish, but I wanted to lock you down. No more lonely heats. No more letting anyone else think they can get you…”
Soren could barely believe his luck. At Nikolai’s arrival here yesterday, he’d thought that once the passion of their pheromones flushed free, there would be even more distrust between them to deal with.
“I must admit,” he said. “I was not willing to let my fated mate go again,” Soren said, gently stroking back Nikolai’s thick brown hair. “Our souls chose each other a long time ago Nikolai. Not many are given such a gift in their lifetimes.”
Nikolai watched him for a long time.
“Is that why I’ve felt so drawn to you?” he asked, and Soren’s heart filled with warmth.
“Yes,” he whispered. “And it will all become clearer as time goes on. Now that our bond is complete.”
“What would have happened if I didn’t bite you? Would it have all stopped?”
Soren shook his head.
“I believe that over time, it would have faded, but overall, our connection as fated mates would have remained as it was. Now it will deepen.”
Nikolai nodded as though he’d assumed as much.
“Definitely the right decision then,” he said.
