Page 25 of Dead to Rights
“Fuck, I want you,” Finn growled, breaking away from his mouth to trail wet kisses up the side of his throat.
Noah couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t think. Acting on pure instinct, he tipped his head back, giving his mate more access as the heat of desire burned across his skin.
“Then have me.”
The words hung between them, both promise and invitation. Whatever Finn wanted, whatever he needed, Noah would give it to him. He didn’t even have to ask.
A low growl rumbled between them, and Finn’s arms locked around his waist, holding him easily as the vampire pushed up from the sofa. His mate carried him across the room, his lips still fused to Noah’s neck, and deposited him gently in the center of the king-sized mattress.
The moment his back hit the comforter, Noah wasted no time stripping out of his clothes and tossing them carelessly to the floor. Finally naked and free and restraints, he fell back against the bed again and palmed his aching shaft, arching up into the tight circle of his fist.
“Hurry,” he panted, squeezing his eyes closed as waves of pleasure washed over him.
“Look at me,” Finn demanded, his voice raw and filled with gravel.
Noah instantly snapped his eyes open, his gaze going to the end of the mattress. The sight of his mate standing there, all chiseled muscles wrapped in sun-kissed skin made his heart jump and his legs tremble.
Long and thick, his cock jutted from a nest of dark curls, the engorged crown a deep red. When Finn reached down to palm the length, stroking his big hand along the shaft, Noah’s entire body jerked, and a deep, needy groan ripped from his throat.
Fuck, the guy had barely touched him yet, and he was already clinging to the edge.
“Finn,” he gasped. “Please.” He had never begged for anything in his entire life, but if it got him what he wanted, he would happily plead himself hoarse. “Fuck me.”
Whether generous or just too far gone to keep up the teasing, Finn didn’t make him wait. The end of the mattress dipped as he crawled onto the bed, and Noah instantly parted his legs, welcoming the vampire into the cradle of his hips.
He hissed in a sharp breath through his teeth when their heated skin met, and he exhaled with a ragged moan at the feel of Finn’s heavy erection sliding along the crease of his thigh.
Their mouths met in another blistering, frantic kiss, their tongues tangling and retreating, a pale mimicry of what they both really wanted. They groped at each other, every touch harder and rougher than the last, leaving swaths of pink across their skin.
The scrape of Finn’s stubble against his neck and jaw only pushed him higher, and the slight pinch of teeth against his shoulder nearly undid him.
Hanging onto his control by a frayed thread, he bowed up from the mattress, arching into his mate in wordless demand for more. His skin pulled taut against clenched muscles, tension bleeding from every line of his body as he struggled to regulate his breathing.
It didn’t do any good. Every panted breath seared his lungs and made his head spin until he felt delirious with raw need.
Teetering on the edge, desperate for release, he cried out when a slick finger brushed over his opening. The tight ring fluttered and clenched, convulsing around the invasion as Finn sank into his hole to the second knuckle.
One finger became two. Two became three. And not until he was writhing and whimpering against the blankets did Finn finally give him what he really wanted.
Lights exploded behind his closed eyelids when the vampire breached him, his thick cock stretching him to his limits. Noah welcomed the burn, riding the bite of pain all the way to the top.
Linking their fingers together, Finn stretched his arm over his head and pinned his hand to the mattress as he started a slow, controlled rhythm. Noah didn’t want his restraint, though. He wanted him wild. He wanted the unfiltered version Finn never showed to the rest of the world.
He wanted his mate just as desperate as him.
“More,” he encouraged, lifting his hips to meet the next thrust. “You won’t hurt me. Fuck me like you mean it, Finn.”
He didn’t know if it was the implication of challenge or simply the permission to let go, but a savage light flashed in his mate’s eyes, and a dark growl poured from his lips. His fingers tightened around Noah’s, the tips biting into the back of his hand, and he snapped his hips, driving into him with almost feral intensity.
Every hard, demanding thrust dragged him higher. Every deep plunge pulled him closer to the edge. A current hummed through his veins, and a tingle buzzed at the base of his spine, the familiar signals of impending climax.
They moved as one, rising and falling, sweat-slicked bodies sliding together as they raced toward a common goal. As their tempo increased, so did his volume, his cries echoing off the high ceilings to reverberate around the room.
Wrapping his legs around Finn’s waist, he held tight, trying to anchor himself as he was dragged beneath a sea of sensations. The pressure built, then leveled, the lull just before the tipping point.
Hovering on the precipice, straddling the line between the impossible and what he could bear, he met his mate’s gaze in the dim light. They didn’t need words. That one look said it all.
Guided by instinct, Noah turned his head, baring his neck in offering and submission.
