Page 44 of Midnight Rules
He entered Marric with a single finger. Slow but steady, creating just enough of a presence inside Marric’s body to acclimate to the invasion quicker but still make himself crazy with need.
When Iven pulled out part way, Marric moved his hips as if protesting. Iven crooked his finger and ran it over Marric’s prostate.
Marric’s eyes widened, and he moaned as he bit Iven’s palm again.
Iven entered Marric with another finger. He figured he’d have to go at a glacial pace, but Marric made demands with his body. Still, Iven watched Marric for signs of discomfort. Iven would change the pace at even the slightest sign.
Marric was so responsive. Even without working his pleasure spot, Marric still moved into Iven’s touch, seeking him out.
“Do you like the burn, honey?” Iven would give him another finger if he didn’t, opening him up even further to prepare him more for Iven’s cock.
Marric’s nod was almost frantic. He pulled his legs back even more, as if making room for Iven.
Iven pulled his fingers out and then settled over him. He took his hand away from Marric’s mouth and replaced it with his lips. With his other hand, he lined his cock up to Marric’s opening and entered him until just the head was inside.
Marric sucked in a breath and held it. His eyes were wide, but then he shut them.
“Are you okay?”
Marric nodded, but he didn’t speak.
Iven stilled. Should he pull out? Maybe Marric needed more prep. Or maybe they just weren’t ready.
Marric’s cock was still hard. The invasion hadn’t made that go down. Still, it didn’t mean he liked it. It just meant his body was responding.
It wasn’t until Marric said, “move”, on a breathy moan that he understood Marric was trying to calm himself so he wouldn’t come.
Iven pushed in further. He went slow, letting Marric’s body adjust, but he sucked in a breath at the pleasure. He had felt nothing better in his life.
“Mate.” When Marric growled and flashed his fangs, Iven thought he’d bite him, but he didn’t. The second time he spoke the word, it was on a breathy moan. “Mate.”
“That’s right.” Iven panted as he bottomed out. He stilled, telling himself not to come. “So good.”
Marric’s arm tightened around him. He kissed Iven’s neck before biting him. It didn’t break the skin, but it came close.
Iven pulled out part way and then pushed in. His thrusts were slow at first, letting Marric get used to the movement.
As soon as he picked up the pace, Marric bit him for real, breaking the skin.
“Fuck.”
The pleasure was overwhelming. It crashed through him. Everything he did afterward was instinct. His pace picked up even more. He pressed his palm to Marric’s chest, right above his heart.
That’s when Marric ended the bite. His moan was loud. He cursed and then wrapped his legs around Iven.
Come covered their abdomens.
The white-hot need built in Iven’s core, spilling over with just a few more thrusts.
Iven caught himself with his elbows as he came down from his orgasm. The last thing he wanted was to crush Marric underneath him.
Marric didn’t seem phased. He licked across Iven’s wound as if he were a vampire in need of blood.
“You can bite me again, honey.” Iven was tired. The day had been a long one, but it ended on a wonderful note.
“I can feel you. You’re as satisfied as me.” Marric bit him again after speaking.
Iven smiled and shut his eyes.
