Page 31 of Feral Heart
“You’re killing me, jellybean,” Jamie panted, hips bucking involuntarily.
“Good.” Cesar bit down gently on the neglected nipple, earning a sharp cry of pleasure. “Want you desperate for me.”
“Mission accomplished,” Jamie laughed breathlessly. “I've been desperate since the first time I saw you squeeze a cantaloupe.”
Cesar pulled back to look at him—hair mussed, lips swollen, eyes bright with desire and affection. His heart did something complicated in his chest, a mixture of possessiveness and tenderness that threatened to overwhelm him.
“Eres mío,” Cesar said softly, hands skimming down Jamie’s sides to hook in the waistband of his boxers. “Say it. Say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” Jamie replied without hesitation, lifting his hips to help as Cesar slowly peeled away the last barrier between them. “Have been since you defended me from Grant.”
The sight of Jamie completely naked and spread beneath him made Cesar’s wolf surge forward, amber bleeding into his vision. “Hermoso,” he growled, hands settling on lean thighs to spread them wider. “So fucking beautiful.”
Jamie’s cock lay hard and flushed against his belly, already leaking with arousal. Cesar wanted to taste, to worship every inch of his mate’s body until Jamie was sobbing with pleasure.
“Your turn,” Jamie demanded, tugging at the waistband of Cesar’s boxer briefs. “I want to see all of you.”
Cesar stood just long enough to strip off the last of his clothing, his cock springing free to stand thick and heavy between his legs. Jamie’s eyes widened, following the length of him from base to tip.
“Sweet buttered toast,” Jamie breathed then bit his lip. “I was right about the packing.”
“Like what you see, colibrí?” Cesar asked, settling between Jamie’s thighs.
“Sweet mercy,” Jamie breathed, eyes dark with want. “This is all mine?”
“Every last inch,” Cesar growled, capturing Jamie’s mouth in a hungry kiss.
Cesar kissed his way down Jamie’s body, pausing to lavish attention on every sensitive spot he discovered. The hollow of his throat that made him gasp. The spot just below his ribs that made him giggle and squirm. The sharp jut of his hipbone that had him arching off the bed.
“What are you—oh fudge.” Jamie’s words dissolved into a moan as Cesar’s tongue traced a path along his inner thigh. “Cesar…you…ung—”
“Patience,” Cesar murmured, breathing over Jamie’s aching cock without touching. “Want to taste every inch of you first.”
He followed through on the promise, mapping Jamie’s body with lips and tongue until his mate was trembling with need. Only then did he finally close his mouth around the head of Jamie’s cock, earning a broken cry of relief.
“Dios, you taste good.” Cesar pulled back just long enough to speak before taking him deeper, hollowing his cheeks as he worked.
Jamie’s hands flew to his hair, not pushing but holding on like an anchor. “Doce... once... diez...” The Spanish numbers tumbled from his lips in a breathless whisper.
Cesar pulled off with a wet pop, concerned. “You okay, colibrí?”
“More than okay,” Jamie panted, eyes glazed with pleasure. “Just trying not to come down your throat in the first five seconds.”
Relief and arousal flooded through Cesar. He pressed one more kiss to the head of Jamie’s cock before moving back up his body, settling between spread thighs.
“Ready for me?” he asked, positioning himself at Jamie’s entrance.
“Been ready since you winked at me in the grocery store,” Jamie replied, wrapping his legs around Cesar’s waist. “Since I first saw you, that melon squeeze… Pick a moment and it’ll be true.”
Cesar felt his body respond to his mate’s proximity, precum already beginning to flow. The clear fluid coated Jamie’s entrance, making his elegido’s muscles relax while lubing him at the same time. He pressed forward slowly, just the head of his cock breaching that tight ring of muscle.
Jamie tensed slightly, breath catching.
Cesar stayed perfectly still while his body worked its magic, feeling the natural lubricant doing its job.
Another spurt of precum, then another, and he felt Jamie’s body begin to relax around him.
“Better?” he asked, pressing soft kisses along Jamie’s jaw.
