Page 32 of Feral Heart
“Yeah.” Jamie’s voice was wonder-struck. “It doesn't hurt. How—?”
“Told you.” Cesar smiled against his skin. “Wolf shifter biology. Made for this.”
He pressed forward another inch, then another, feeling Jamie’s body open for him like a flower. His mate’s soft gasps and sighs filled the air between them, each sound stoking the fire in Cesar’s blood.
“Perfecto,” he murmured, finally fully seated inside Jamie’s tight heat. “Absolutamente perfecto.”
Jamie’s arms wrapped around his shoulders, holding him close. “Move,” he whispered. “Please move.”
Cesar obeyed, setting a slow, steady rhythm that had them both gasping. Each stroke lit up nerve endings, pleasure building between them like a gathering storm.
“Mine,” Cesar growled against Jamie’s throat, feeling his canines lengthen. “You’re mine, mi elegido.”
“Yours,” Jamie agreed breathlessly, body arching to meet each thrust. “All yours, pookie.”
The endearment, so purely Jamie even in this moment, made Cesar’s heart swell with affection. He increased his pace slightly, angling to hit that spot inside Jamie that would drive him wild.
“Oh god, right there,” Jamie cried out, nails digging into Cesar’s shoulders. “You’re nailing it, honey bunny! Keep going.”
“Whatever my elegido wants.” Cesar murmured as he punched his hips forward, slamming into Jamie’s ass. His wolf was chomping at the bit, desperate to take control and claim Jamie in a primal display of lust.
He pulled out of his mate then rolled the man to his knees. “I can’t hold out any longer, baby,” he snarled right before he plunged his cock deep inside his mate’s ass.
Jamie shouted as he spread his legs wider. Cesar gripped Jamie’s hips and then exhaled a long breath. He had to slow down. He couldn’t take his elegido this way.
“Fuck me, Jamie.” His voice was husky with desire, his gaze fixated on the provocative sight before him. He couldn’t resist the urge to thrust, but he held back, savoring every exquisite moment as his cock slipped in and out of his mate’s tight ass. Cesar trembled with pleasure, barely able to contain himself as he watched their bodies move in perfect harmony.
Jamie moaned as he rocked back onto Cesar’s cock harder and faster, feeling his mate’s release building with each thrust. He reached under Jamie, wrapping his hand around his mate’s neglected cock.
Jamie cried out as his band of muscles began to milk Cesar’s cock, his orgasm pushing Cesar closer to his own. He stilled, the muscle pulsing too tightly for Cesar to move. Once Jamie shuddered, Cesar let loose. He placed his hands on the wall in front of him and fucked Jamie so hard that his mate was sliding up the bed. Finally, Jamie had to grab the wall or knock his head into it.
Cesar gave one more good thrust before he bit into Jamie’s shoulder and came at the same time. Then he buried himself while licking the wound closed.
Their souls merged with a profound snap that resonated in the very depths of his being.
For a long moment, they stayed locked together.
“Holy…wow,” Jamie breathed, voice shaky. “That was—”
“Incredible,” Cesar finished, kissing Jamie’s temple.
“Yeah.” Jamie’s smile was radiant, dopey with satisfaction and wonder. “Exactly like that.”
Cesar rolled them carefully to the side, keeping Jamie close against his chest.
“So,” Jamie mumbled against his collarbone, already beginning to drift toward sleep, “does this mean I get a motorcycle now? Being part of a biker pack and all?”
Cesar laughed, the sound rumbling through his chest. “We’ll start you on a bicycle and work our way up, colibrí.”
“Deal.” Jamie yawned then pressed a soft kiss to Cesar’s chest. “Love you, honey bunny.”
The words hit Cesar like a physical blow, unexpected and perfect. “Love you too, mi alma.”
And as Jamie drifted off to sleep in his arms, Cesar gazed down at him, in awe at how open his mate lived. No hesitation in declaring his love. No fear. Just certainty that he loved Cesar. “How did I get so lucky?” he murmured, finally closing his eyes for some much-needed sleep.
Chapter Ten
Jamie woke to darkness, his mouth dry as sandpaper. Cesar’s warm body pressed against his back, one heavy arm draped possessively across his waist. A digital clock on the nightstand glowed 3:17 AM in soft blue numbers.
