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“Ugh,” I groaned, mindless with need and desire.
My already impossibly hard rod swelled further, getting thicker, longer, and then, just when I thought I couldn’t take another moment of pleasure, I felt my mating knot pushing against Miguel’s pucker.
“Holy fuck!” Miguel cried out. “What is… what is….” I shoved forward and circled my hips at the same time, wedging my way inside my mate’s body. “Ahhh,” Miguel shouted, never slowing his movements. If anything, he pushed back harder against my prick, locking the mating knot within his warm channel.
That desire, that need in my mate was my final undoing. I opened my mouth wide and clamped down on Miguel’s shoulder, close to his neck, my sharp canines breaking skin and claiming the vampire as my mate. My body stilled, breath caught, and I pulsed long streams of hot ejaculate into the warm body cradling me. With my last rational thought, I slid a hand around for Miguel’s prick and stroked him once, twice, a third time, and then his hot release coated my hand as he cried out my name in bliss.
His arms gave out and he collapsed on the bed with me on top and still inside of him. Both of us gasped for air as our hearts raced, keeping the same rapid beat. Miguel managed to move his arm back and patted my leg.
“Damn, baby, you’re incredible,” he said.
I kissed his back, feeling warmed by the endearment and the praise.
“Yeah?” I asked shyly. “That was okay?”
“No.” He shook his head and then looked back at me over his shoulder, his gaze connecting with mine. “It was much better than okay.” He clenched his passage around my still buried prick, locked in place by the knot at the end. “So this is what you meant by tying? Much as I know about shifters, I didn’t realize your bodies, uh, changed this way during sex.”
“Does it bother you?” I lowered my eyes as I asked the question. “It’ll pass right soon.”
“C’mere,” he said, moving his hand to my bottom and nudging me up as he stretched his neck toward me. Our faces met in the middle without our bodies separating. He touched his lips to mine, flicking out his tongue. “When it passes, I’ll just want you to do it again,” he mumbled against my mouth as he tilted his hips and ground his backside against me. “You feel good inside me, baby. Perfect.”
I sighed and settled on top of him, resting my cheek against his back, feeling relaxed and settled. “Miguel?” I said.
His body felt loose beneath mine, his breathing slow and steady. “Yeah?”
“I’m glad it was you,” I whispered, not knowing whether he’d understand what I meant. I was glad he was the one I could touch, the only one who’d ever touch me. I was grateful beyond measure that Miguel Rodriguez was my true mate.
He was quiet for several minutes, still and solid beneath me, so I thought he’d fallen asleep. I closed my eyes and felt myself drifting off to dreamland with my mate’s body beneath mine, his scent surrounding me. I’d never been more comfortable, more content.
“I’m glad too, Ethan,” he whispered quietly. “More than I know how to say.”
Chapter 10
I’DNEVERhad cause to know how vampires spent their days. That they holed up somewhere and stayed out of the sun was a given. But whether they crawled into coffins and died, or played Parcheesi until sunset, I couldn’t rightly say. Well, it turned out they didn’t do either of those things.
It was daylight outside; at least that’s what I reckoned based on the time. But in Miguel’s underground den, it was dark and cool. We lay tangled together under a soft blanket, snug as a pair of bugs.
I came to a few times during the night, er, day, and each time I was being held protectively, cradled within Miguel’s strong arms, my head tucked under his chin, one of his knees wedged between mine, my testicles and flaccid pecker resting against his thick, muscular thigh. I sighed contentedly and burrowed closer to my mate, ready to fall back to sleep, when he kissed the top of my head and petted my back.
“How’re you doing, baby?” he asked. “Any regrets?”
Just hearing him calling me “baby” was enough to make feeling regret nigh on to impossible. “Nuh-uh,” I said and squeezed him tightly. “I’m keeping you.”
He chuckled, causing his chest to vibrate against me. “Is that right, wolf?” He tangled his fingers in my hair as he spoke, massaging my scalp.
I tipped my head back and met his gaze, wanting him to know that I was serious as sin. “Yes, sir, it surely is.”
He didn’t argue about it this time, just took in a deep breath and then let it out slowly, rubbing the back of my head and my nape all the while. When he dipped his face and kissed my forehead, my breath caught and I was flooded with a new desire. Well, maybe it wasn’t new, maybe I just finally knew it for what it was.
“You’re hungry,” I said to my mate.
“I’m fine,” he whispered against my skin, kissing me again, still petting gently.
“I know, but you want to feed. I can feel it.” I tilted my neck and stretched toward his mouth, giving him complete access to my exposed skin.
“No, Ethan. I already drained you more than I should have. Losing too much blood can be dangerous, even for someone with your condition.”
“My condition?” I furrowed my brow in confusion.
