Page 105 of Taming His Vampire Mate
They snapped open when his lips brushed my nipple. His tongue laved it, pulling a groan from me that went straight to my cock. I was already hard and aching, desperate to be inside him—my warm, tight, perfect mate.
As he worked my nipples, he undid the fly of my pants and pushed them down, freeing my cock. Grabbing both my ass cheeks, he guided my length between his lips and took me into his mouth.
A ragged groan tore from me. The urge to rut into that soft warmth, to pin him down, nearly overwhelmed me. Instead, I let him pleasure me. His lips slid up and down my shaft before swallowing me again.
I held still, but the sounds spilling from me were pure filth.
He pulled back just before I came, as if he already knew I was close, though I hadn’t said a word.
“You’re easy to read,” he murmured, making me grin down at him in raw delight. “Pants. Off. Now.”
“Yes, sir,” I chuckled, kicking free of my jeans before tugging at his fly. I didn’t quite tear his pants off, but I wanted to. We’d have plenty of time for rougher play later. This wasn’t about that, and we both knew it.
I tossed his clothes aside. Naked before me, Thierry’s cock was hard and beaded with precum. The velvety head looked sinfully enticing, and suddenly I wanted—more than anything—to taste him.
Pinning his hips gently with my hands, I swallowed him down to the hilt.
He was salty, musky, and perfect. His cock felt incredible in my mouth, and my wolf let out a satisfied rumble in my chest. Thierry gasped, then moaned sharply as I returned the favor—with interest.
His hands twisted the sheets, splayed against the mattress, while he writhed beneath my ministrations.
“Lube, now,” Thierry panted. “I’m getting close.”
I pulled off, glaring down at him. “You’re not coming until I’m inside you,” I growled.
Thierry snatched the lube from the nightstand and pressed it into my hand.
“Lube.Now,” he repeated, breathless, lips swollen from my kisses. His golden hair was deliciously tousled, his eyes hooded with desire. “Make me belong to you.Onlyyou.”
I popped the cap, coating my fingers while Thierry watched. Then, leaning in, I kissed him.
His lips parted in immediate submission, and my tongue met his even as I slid a finger into his warm, tight heat.
He moaned into my mouth as my finger found his sweet spot, and I worked it ruthlessly, drawing more cries from him. A second finger followed, loosening him so I could enter without causing pain.
“You’re taking it so well,” I murmured, pulling back to watch him.
“Please,” he panted. “I need it.”
“Soon,” I promised, sliding in a third finger.
He moaned again, rotating his hips, opening for me, letting me stretch him wider.
“Jeremy,” he gasped. “Please. I’m ready. I need it.”
He scarcely seemed aware of his words as he writhed, clutching the sheets. His cock throbbed against his belly, leaking steadily.
I pulled my fingers free, then slicked my cock with more lube—more than necessary. I didn’t want him to feel even a moment of pain.
“You want me to make love to you?” I growled, positioning myself between his legs.
“Yes,” he begged.
I pushed his knees back, exposing his perfect rosebud, and eased into him slowly, all the way to the hilt.
Thierry let out a gasping moan, his eyes rolling back.
The hot, velvety grip around my hard cock was perfect, like he’d been made for me. I thrust experimentally, letting him adjust. The sensation of being buried inside him pulled another groan from my throat.
