by Fel Fern
“I’m ready for you,” he told his Alpha in a hoarse voice, putting the lube aside.
Deacon positioned his hands into his waist and helped Daryl align his hole to his dick. Then the Alpha pushed in all the way without pause. Daryl grasped, digging his nails into Deacon’s broad shoulders, but he was slick and ready for his mate. As always, it felt like Deacon’s shaft completely filled and stretched the walls of his ass.
He gasped as Deacon finally buried himself hilt-deep, balls resting against his ass.
“Move, baby. Please,” Daryl uttered.
“Fuck yourself on me, little Esper.”
At that command, Daryl rocked himself back and forth, meeting his mate for every thrust. They started on a slow rhythm at first, before building up speed. Deacon took his mouth again, the kiss this time tender and slow. He parted his lips wider, letting Deacon thrust his tongue down his throat. His insides melted, balls tightening against his body as Deacon pounded in and out of him with more force.
With each push, Deacon moved faster, deeper, breaching his most intimate places. Daryl raked his hands across the Alpha’s broad back, but his mate only seemed more riled up than ever. He soon forgot everything around him, that they were fucking out in the open, outside their own home.
Home, yes. He moved in permanently after the incident with Zane, but home wasn’t just the land and the people he’d grown to love, but also the man, the werewolf Alpha whose heart beat for him.
“I love you,” he said, glad his words came out clear despite being slightly out of breath.
Deacon’s gold-black pupils met his, both man and wolf looked back at him with fierce, possessive, and undeniable love.
“I fucking love you, too, baby,” Deacon answered without hesitation, before biting down on his lower lip.
The Alpha shifted the angle of his entries, hitting his prostate. He gasped, back arching as Deacon zoned into his sweet spot repeatedly. His balls felt full, his cock close to bursting.
“You close?” Deacon said against his ear. The Alpha reached between his legs, beginning to stroke his prick up and down, timing it with his thrusts.
“Very.”
“Then come for me, baby. Do it now.” At that order, the pressure inside him burst open. His mind shattered, flying twenty-thousand feet in the air as he emptied his seed, spilling it over Deacon’s abs. The Alpha fucked him several more times before letting out a growl and filling his ass with warmth.
He rested his head against Deacon’s big chest, closing his eyes. Languidness filled him. He could lie here all day long, luxuriate in the warmth of his mate. Deacon reached out and began stroking his back, which only made him sigh in contentment.
Hard to believe that only months ago, he and his brother had been on the run from the Discipline Squad, unsure of their place in the world, whether they would live another day. Daryl finally understood that fate intended to lead him to Devil Hills, to his proud, savage, and strong Alpha.
When his brother mated Forrest, he didn’t believe in the mating call, that for shifters, there had always been another individual out there to complete them. Now, wrapped in the arms of his mate, he understood differently. Deacon was made for him just the way he was made for the Alpha.
“What’s going on in that little head of yours, baby?” Deacon asked.
He snuggled closer to his mate, savoring all the aches of his body. Daryl felt like a lazy feline shifter, draped against his big predatory mate. Daryl told his mate. When he looked up at Deacon’s face, the Alpha curved his lips. Here was a man who seldom smiled, but Daryl would make it his life’s mission to get more smiles out of his mate.
THE END
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