Page 20 of Dramatic AF
I settled a hand on his hip, releasing a small burst of magic to help ease some of his discomfort. It seemed to do the trick because a moment later, he relaxed against the window and tilted his ass up, pushing back against me in a silent plea for more.
“My gods,” I rasped against the shell of his ear as I started a slow, controlled pace. “You look so pretty wrapped around my cock.”
“I don’t know if you’re aware, but I’m kind of a sure thing,” he shot back, his voice strained and breathless. “Fuck me, Trick. If I’m not walking funny tomorrow, I’m going to be disappointed.”
Challenge received and accepted.
I grabbed his hips, my fingertips digging into the flesh, and drove into him. A low, continuous growl rumbled through the room as I set a hard, brutal pace, pulling him back on my cock with every deep plunge.
His hands flexed, his fingers clawing at the window, and a litany of mumbled curses and pleas spilled from his swollen lips. As his cries rose in volume, his inner walls contracted, gripping me, milking me in rhythmic waves that pushed me closer and closer to the precipice.
I increased my tempo, pistoning my hips so that every bone-jarring thrust rocked him up on his toes. Reaching around him, I slid a hand down his chest and palmed his heavy erection.
“Mine,” I growled, stroking him in time with every hard snap of my hips.
“Yours,” he panted. “Fuck, I can’t—I need—”
“Show me,” I demanded, pushing deep and swiveling my hips. “Come for me, Jay. Show me who you belong to.”
Command issued, I closed my mouth over his shoulder, piercing the skin with my elongated canines. The first drop of crimson across my tongue made my head spin, and the second nearly sent me to my knees.
Jayden stiffened, his scream reverberating around the room, and I felt the splash of his release spill across my hand.
Lifting my head, I scored the tip of my tongue and gripped his chin, pulling his face around to mine to plunge between his panting lips. The reaction was instant.
My muscles tensed. My stomach clenched. Magic crackled across my skin, and a deep shiver worked its way through me as the threads of fate pulled tight and snapped into place.
Then I was free falling, tumbling into the void. My thrusts became jerky, uncoordinated, and a dark, primal growl burst from my mouth as a rush of heat swept over me.
Screwing my eyes closed, I clutched my mate tight and buried myself inside his welcoming body, filling his depths with my release.
We clung to each other as the high faded, sharing soft kisses and gentle touches as our heart rates settled and our breathing slowed. We both groaned when my softening cock slipped free, then chuckled at the universal understanding of how much that part sucked.
Feeling warm and weightless, I gathered my mate into my arms and carried him over to the sofa, cradling him in my lap when I settled down on the cushions.
“You win,” Jayden mumbled, a smile in his voice. “I’m definitely going to be walking funny tomorrow.”
My answering chuckle ended on a hiss when I felt a prick of pain skitter across my palm. At the same time, Jayden winced and held his hand out, his eyes widening as they traced the shimmering lines that danced across his skin.
“Oh, wow,” he breathed.
“You’re mine now,” I answered simply, showing him the matching tattoo on my own hand. “And I’m yours. Forever.”
“It’s so pretty.” His fingers danced over my palm, following the intricate swirls and loops. “This is exactly what I wanted.”
Grinning, I threaded my fingers through his hair and pulled him close to press a kiss to his brow. “Do you like it?”
He looked up, his eyes shining and his smile bright enough to rival a thousand suns. “It’s perfect.”
I had lied when I said I didn’t care about some magical mating mark. I cared. Deeply.
Oh, I didn’t give a damn about the design or how it looked on my skin. But what it represented meant more than words could describe.
Jayden was truly mine now—heart, body, and soul—and nothing could take him from me.
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~ Jayden ~
