Tort sucked in a harsh breath, then rested his forehead against the nape of Kane’s neck. He breathed in his human’s heady scent, relishing every exquisite sensation coursing through him as he pulled his erection out and pushed back in again. Goose bumps broke out on his skin as his testicles tingled.
“Too long,” he whispered gutturally. “Waited so damn long.” He moaned. “Gonna come. Gonna flood you with my seed. Gonna drink your blood. You’re mine.”
“Yessss,” Kane hissed. “Yes, now. Do it now. We’ll work everything else out. I’m not going anywhere. I’m yours.”
Kane’s words were like music to Tort’s ears. After almost three weeks of denying his urges, his instincts to soothe, to care for, to hunt down and claim, he could do so no longer. Overwhelmed, he roared. He sank his cock deep and came, expelling his seed, burying it deep inside his mate, marking him on the inside.
Tort’s canines tingled and lengthened. He didn’t even bother to fight his urge. As his body spiraled from his orgasm, he snapped his head forward and sank his extended canines into Kane’s flesh, biting him at the fleshy part where his neck met his shoulder.
Blood welled up between Tort’s teeth, heady and rich. He moaned, a shiver working through him as he swallowed down the mouthful. He immediately sucked on the wound for more, relishing his mate’s amazing taste.
Kane arched and screamed, his pleasure filling his cry. He shuddered beneath Tort. His channel tightened and clenched, massaging his length. Pressing his ass against Tort, his mate squeezed his dick exquisitely even as he shuddered and moaned wantonly.
Pleased beyond belief, Tort wrapped his arms around Kane’s waist and flopped sideways on the blanket. He kept his mate cradled close and his still mostly hard prick buried in his mate’s ass. Nuzzling his lover’s nape, he licked and sucked up the salty sweat there.
Tort hummed softly, relishing the taste. He couldn’t believe how incredibly happy he felt. Just that morning he’d been worried about when he’d see his mate again.
Now I have him right where I want him. In my arms.
“I sure hope you were serious about not leaving,” Tort rumbled. “Because I’m never letting you go.”
Grinning, Kane peered over his shoulder at him. “I was serious. Already quit my job in San Diego. I’m up here permanent.” His expression sobered. “Here with you.”
“Right where you belong.”
Kane’s brilliant smile returned. “Right here with my tiger shark.”
“Hell, yeah.”
The rest could all be figured out later...
About the Author
Charlie started writing fantasy when she was eight, and after stumbling onto her first erotic romance at age nineteen, she realized her true calling. She now focuses on writing gay erotic romance, normally of the paranormal variety, with heroes of all kinds. With the help and support of her husband, Charlie finally fulfilled one of her life-long goals... move to acreage with her horses. You can often find her curled up with her laptop and a cup of tea or glass of wine, creating her next adventure. Charlie enjoys exploring the mountains of her new Oregon home on horseback, 4-wheeler, or motorcycle.
She can be reached at [email protected] Or visit her at www.charlie-richards.com
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