by Lynn Hagen
He gasped when more than one finger slid inside his ass and then growled when they stilled.
“Beg me to move them.”
Theo tried to wiggle, but Nazaryth’s fingers pulled back, his thick black brow rising. Theo stilled. “Stretch me for your big fat cock, please.”
Theo’s length thickened as Nazaryth began to move his fingers, scissoring them, stretching him until Theo felt he was going to come.
His cock was dripping a river of clear liquid onto his belly as Nazaryth added a third finger, his eyes fixated on where their bodies were connected.
He whimpered when having Nazaryth’s thick fingers inside of him was no longer doing the trick. Theo wanted to feel his mate fill him with his hard cock. “Please, fuck me. I’m begging you to fuck me, mate.”
Nazaryth grinned his approval as he slid his fingers free. Theo felt empty only for a second before his mate was working his heavily veined cock into Theo’s ass. He yanked at the belt securing him in place. Theo wanted to touch, to feel Nazaryth’s heated skin under his fingers.
“Let me have my hands,” Theo pleaded.
Nazaryth shook his head as his cock filled Theo completely. His mate’s hands reached up, tweaking Theo’s nipples as Theo wrapped his legs around Nazaryth’s thick waist. “Fuck me, please. Fuck me like you’re a dying man.”
Releasing his peaked flesh, Nazaryth began to pound into Theo’s ass, his cock sliding over Theo’s sweet spot repeatedly. Theo cried out as his orgasm drew near. Nazaryth leaned forward, biting into Theo’s neck as cum erupted between them. As his seed emptied from his balls, Theo noticed that his cock was still rock hard.
He needed to bite his mate, claim him once more, but he couldn’t move with the damn belt holding his hands. “I need,” Theo begged.
“What do you need?” Nazaryth asked as he licked the pinpricks closed. “Tell me, zaterio.”
“To bite you,” Theo panted as Nazaryth continued to snap his hips, driving his cock deeper into Theo’s ass. “I need to reclaim you.”
“In a moment,” Nazaryth said as he flipped Theo to his hands and knees. Now Theo knew where the real torture was. Nazaryth wasn’t going to let Theo bite him until he was almost mad with need.
He grabbed Theo’s hips, slamming his pelvis into Theo’s ass.
Sliding his legs further apart, Theo jutted his ass into the air, feeling another orgasm approaching. His canines actually hurt with the need to sink them into Nazaryth’s flesh. Just as Theo was about to beg once more, Nazaryth reached up and untied him.
Theo growled as he knocked Nazaryth off of him and pinned the larger man to the bed. He sank his teeth into Nazaryth’s neck as his mate’s cock erupted between them. Nazaryth shouted as Theo grabbed his own cock, pumping it furiously, his cum mixing with Nazaryth’s. He released his teeth, licking the wound as he leaned back.
Nazaryth smiled up at him. “Now that was hot.” Theo knew their life together would be interesting, but what he was finding out was that their sex life was off the charts. He lay across Nazaryth’s chest, soaking in the sated afterglow as his eyes drifted closed.
Theo walked up the passageway, clutching the small satchel in his hand as he headed for the top of the mountain. Nazaryth knew he was up here. Theo had made sure to tell him.
Crossing the area to the large boulder, Theo gazed at the setting sun. It was gorgeous in the sky. The streaks of pink and red blended together to present a brilliant and beautiful picture.
Theo knelt by the boulder, untying the satchel and upending it until two gold rings dropped into his hands. “I love you, Dorian. I’ve loved you from the first moment I laid eyes on your beautiful face.
You have been the very beat in my heart since we first met. You will always be with me, mate,” Theo said as he swallowed around the lump that had formed in his throat, burning as Theo tried hard to hold back the tears.
“But fate has decided that I need to live again. I’ve mourned your loss, not allowing myself to move on.”
Theo dug a hole with his hands, burying the rings on the top of the mountain. Tears spilled from his eyes as he patted the earth and then looked up at the setting sun. “I’ll always carry you in my heart, mate, but it’s time for me to move on. Fate gave me Nazaryth, and he deserves to be just as happy as we were.” Theo stood, smiling into the sunset as he made his way back to the entrance, feeling as though he could finally let Dorian go and begin a new chapter in his life with his winged beast.
THE END
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Lynn Hagen loves writing about the somewhat flawed, but lovable. She also loves a hero who can see past all the rough edges to find the shining diamond of a beautiful heart.
You can find her on any given day curled up with her laptop and a cup of hot java, letting the next set of characters tell their story.