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“Fuck.”Wraith gripped the base of his shaft, barely keeping himself from erupting.
“Yup.”Zion grinned broadly.
“Shit,” Wraith snarled, releasing himself in favor of squirting way too much lube onto his fingers.“This is gonna be fast and dirty.”
“We have centuries to figure out slow and sensual,” Zion assured him, grabbing a pillow and stuffing it under his hips.“Need you just as much.”
With a groan, Wraith nodded.He rubbed over the wrinkled flesh of his mate’s hole.Then he sank his digit deep into Zion’s hot, gripping channel.
Wraith groaned as he imagined the way Zion’s tight chute would feel clamped onto his length.As he began easing his fingers in and out of his mate’s body, adding another finger and stretching him, he would’ve felt badly about how swiftly he was opening him up.Except, the deep moans, growls, and urging cries ofyesandmoretold Wraith just how much Zion wanted this, too.
Once his third finger was easily sliding in and out of Zion’s channel, Wraith tugged them free.The move earned him a moan of disappointment from his mate, and he grinned down at him.At the same time, Wraith gripped his own shaft, quickly greasing it with the excess lube while shuffling a few steps forward.
“Easy, my mate,” Wraith crooned, barely repressing a groan of his own as he touched the tip of his leaking prick to Zion’s stretched hole.“I’m here.”
Zion crunched up and grabbed his shoulders.Then he yanked him forward so his torso draped over him.At the same time, Zion somehow managed to rock his hips upward, pushing against Wraith’s cock.
Wraith gasped as his swollen head popped past Zion’s guardian muscle.“Zion,” he cried, a shudder working through him as his entire groin went up in flames.
Sliding one big paw of a hand to Wraith’s neck, Zion forced him to meet his gaze.“Hello, mate,” he rumbled, his deep dark eyes staring into Wraith’s own.
A harsh breath left Wraith’s lungs as he whispered back, “Hello, mate.”
A huge grin creased Zion’s wide lips as he stared intently at Wraith.“Make me yours, my mate,” he ordered.
More than on board with that, Wraith let out a deep growl.He slammed his hips forward, sinking balls deep into his big mate’s sweet, slick, clutching heat.
Then Wraith drew back again and started a punishing rhythm, doing exactly as his gorgeous mate ordered.
Chapter Six
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AS THE LIGHTS ADORNINGthe circus’s big top tent came into view, Zion reached up and slipped his fingertips underneath his leather jacket and beneath the neckline of his polo shirt.He teased his forefingers over the edges of his claiming scar.A light wash of tingles spread down his chest, causing his nipples to bead, and a smile tugged at the corners of his lips.
The way it’d felt when Wraith sank his canines into his flesh had been the most intense moment of his life.The flash of pain had been gone before he’d even truly registered it.He’d been coming for the third time that evening without even a touch.
Then Zion’s instincts had taken over, and he’d sunk his own teeth into the crux where Wraith’s neck met his shoulder.The flavor of his mate’s blood flowing over his tongue had been the most exquisite thing he’d ever tasted.He’d sucked on the wound, wanting more, and when Zion had felt Wraith’s seed’s warmth within him anew, he’d groaned and come all over again.
Hell, Zion had damn near blacked out from the sensations flooding his body.
“Don’t worry.It won’t disappear,” Eurik rumbled teasingly through their helmet mikes.
Jerking his hand off his neck and returning it to his motorcycle’s handlebar, Zion sent a glare his buddy’s way.His friend’s cheeky grin held no remorse.Instead, he realized that there was a hint of sadness in his fellow bear shifter’s eyes.
Shit.He’s the only one not mated now.He’s probably feeling insecure.
Zion quickly adjusted his expression into a grin.“Your time will come, my friend,” he assured.Then, with a wink, he added, “Then you’ll understand.”
“From your lips to Fate’s ears.”
Zion barely heard Eurik’s whispered words through the helmet mike.When he did, he added his own silent prayer, hoping some god was listening and cared to respond favorably.Casting a glance Wraith’s way, Zion got the distinct impression that his mate was doing the same.
“Your time will come, Eurik,” Congo rumbled down the line, repeating Zion’s sentiment.“I have faith.”
“Yeah,” Madagascar agreed.“Fate wouldn’t have allowed us to live through all that shit if she didn’t have a reward waiting for each of us at the end.”
Eurik scoffed even as he nodded.A small smile played around his full lips.“Thanks for the pick-me-up, guys.”Then he waggled his eyebrows, the move barely able to be seen beneath the edge of his helmet.“Now, let’s go check out this circus.”
