Page 78 of In This Iron Ground
Damien gasped, his fists tightening in Hakan’s shirt. The strip of skin seemed to burn as Hakan’s breath heated and cooled it at the same time.
Damien stayed completely still as it happened again, and again, and again. This was Hakan,Hakan, pressed against him, his mouth on Damien’s neck. He tried not to give more away, but then Hakan bit down lightly, the impression of teeth over a thrumming pulse point.
Damien moaned. He couldn’t help it. The sound was forced out by the want that had fermented under the ground so long it felt like need.
Hakan echoed the noise, another wanting, earthy thing.
Very suddenly, everything stopped making sense.
Damien’s body took over, shutting his thoughts down. His hands clutched at the back of Hakan’s neck, pulling him closer. Hakan moaned, pressing another bite to his skin.
“Hakan,” Damien choked out, and then he was weightless, Hakan’s hands lifting him up until Damien’s legs wound around his waist.
It was like a burning sickness went through him. He couldn’t think. There was only Hakan’s body and his breath and Damien needed, heneeded—
Damien moved his face until his lips were a mere inch from Hakan’s. He could feel Hakan panting, the hot dampness of it. The world stilled for a moment.
In a way, this would be their second kiss.
This time, it was Hakan who leaned forwards.
The world dipped in honey. Slow, sweet, Hakan’s lips slid over his. Skin, skin, skin, until it was tongue too. God, the languid sweep of it, the press.
“Hakan,” Damien said again. A soft noise, a secret he had been keeping, his name tucked deep.
The world cracked open again.
Hakan’s body shifted, muscle and bones against Damien’s body. The world tilted; he could feel it through the closed-eyed darkness of the kiss devouring him. Damien’s back hit the softness of a bed and then he was being pressed into it by a creature of warmth and want.
The body over Damien’s was familiar. But not like this.
Damien couldn’t unlatch his legs from around Hakan’s waist. He wanted him closer. He arched his body, pressing his hips just there, just right. He could feel Hakan, hard for him. A thrill that scorched fields and land flared through Damien.
“Damien,” Hakan said, and he’d never heard his name like that. Not in that voice. It was a plea.
Damien tugged at Hakan’s hair until the kiss broke. He tilted his own head back, exposing the full length of his neck. The growl that trembled from Hakan shook the earth.
“I want—”
“Yes,” Damien said. He already knew what Hakan wanted.
The bite that suddenly stung on his neck wasn’t hard enough to pierce skin, but it was forceful enough to bruise. Hakan sucked at the spot, deepening the purple that would bloom there.
A mark.
Damien almost thrashed in Hakan’s arms. He was painfully hard in his jeans, his body undulating and rubbing against Hakan’s, desperate for more.
“Please. Please,” Damien groaned, but he didn’t have the patience to wait.
His legs unwound from Hakan’s hips as his hands made their way between their bodies. He unbuttoned and unzipped his own jeans first, just to ease the pressure, before concentrating on Hakan’s.
“Jesus. Are all werewolves this big?” Damien said as he pulled Hakan’s cock out, dark and already dripping. Hakan growled into his neck. Damien laughed. “Okay, no mentioning other werewolf dicks when we’re in bed. Got it.”
Hakan huffed a laugh, but it was curled around another growl.
Damien became instantly distracted by Hakan’s cock. He closed his fingers around him, pulling a few times, feeling Hakan tense and moan against him. Damien slid his fingers through the pre-come slicking the pulled-back foreskin before rubbing right at the tip, dipping the pad of one finger slightly inside.
Hakan jerked with his whole body, the noise he let out an unholy plea. He watched as Damien lifted his coated fingers to his mouth. Damien licked the salty dampness from his skin before slipping his fingers inside his own mouth, sucking.
