Page 55 of Forbidden Devotion
Pausing, Mitchel gave him time to adjust, all the while watching, eyes dark as charcoal. “Good?”
“So good.” Sinclair rocked his body to get Mitchel to move. He groaned aloud when it worked. He had two handfuls of flesh, digging his fingernails into Mitchel’s deltoids, dragging him closer until he had Mitchel’s weight on his chest like he wanted. His cock was trapped between them, leaking against their bellies.
Sinclair squeezed his legs tight around Mitchel’s torso, heels against his ass, encouraging him to move faster.
Mitchel vigorously kept up with Sinclair’s demands, thrust after thrust as they panted in chorus. Their eyes met. Thirst roiled through him.
“I want to bite you,” Sinclair half asked and half warned.
“Do it,” Mitchel grunted. “I want you too.”
Gratefully, Sinclair let his fangs drop, tugged Mitchel impossibly close, and held him there with an iron grip. He sank his teeth into the soft flesh of Mitchel’s neck and sucked blood straight from his vein.
Mitchel returned the bite, blunt teeth clamping onto Sinclair’s shoulder but not drawing blood.
Sinclair couldn’t hold on any longer. Ecstasy beckoned with its pounding waves. The blood made everything sweeter. Passion erupted in a flood of pleasure, everything pulsing and bright.
Mitchel flew over the brink along with him, shuddering his bliss with erratic bursts of his hips. He cried out and filled Sinclair with liquid fire as they rode the crashing tide, shaking with it, locked together in every way that counted.
Sinclair pulled back from the wound with a gasp and let the blood drip onto his lips and chin.
They were both gasping, hearts thunking against rib cages, Mitchel’s mouth still clamped on Sinclair’s shoulder.
“You can, Mitchel,” Sinclair murmured. “Bite me. If you want to. I don’t care if it hurts.” Sinclair granted this permission in a rush, thinking Mitchel was hesitant to sink dull teeth into sensitive flesh. But he could take a little pain. Welcomed it even.
Mitchel groaned and mouthed at him but stubbornly refused to break the skin.
Sinclair went back to the two punctures he’d opened in Mitchel’s neck and licked at them, enough to collect the blood, not enough to close the wound. Then he watched as the luscious red liquid welled up again, and he licked that too. He fastened his mouth over the flesh and sucked, drawing another moan from Mitchel. Then he closed the wounds properly with a few broad swipes of his tongue.
Sated, Sinclair lay back, letting himself go limp and languid under Mitchel’s grounding weight, curious why he didn’t bite down but not quite ready to ask. Mitchel’s teeth felt good on Sinclair’s shoulder. Now he’d have matching marks on both sides. He sighed contentedly.
Mitchel stayed in him and on him while their bodies came down from their high. Sinclair held him there possessively, unwilling to let go of the connection. Mitchel relaxed his jaw, releasing Sinclair’s shoulder and lapping the tender area with his tongue. Then he moved to Sinclair’s ear, licked that too, and earned himself a giggle.
“Tickles.” Sinclair flinched a bit but didn’t pull away. Instead, he turned his head toward Mitchel for more kisses.
Mitchel licked his own blood off Sinclair’s chin and gently pulled away.
Sinclair’s legs fell back to the bed, muscles spent.
“You stay here. I’ll bring a towel to wash you off.” Mitchel left for the bathroom.
“I’m not going anywhere.” Sinclair took a deep breath and smiled. “That was incredible,” he said when Mitchel returned. He lay pliant as the wolf cleaned him, first his bloody face, then his body.
“More than incredible.” Mitchel threw the cloth back into the bathroom, climbed in next to him, and drew up the covers. “Perfect.”
Sinclair curled into his side. “You’ve ruined me for other men.”
“Good, because I want you all to myself.” Mitchel settled an arm around him.
Sinclair laid his head on Mitchel’s chest. “Mitchel?”
“Yes?”
“That’s twice now you’ve almost bitten me. I know you wanted to. I could feel it. Why did you stop?”
“It’s not the same for wolves as it is for vampires. Biting you means claiming. And you’re right. I want to, but that’s not something I can do to you until you understand what it means.”
“I’ve read about claiming. I want you to do it,” Sinclair argued.
