by Marcy Jacks
And Marxus really was just that good in bed. Why else would Zane be unable to resist him?
They thrust against each other’s hands, the position awkward, but the pleasure still high and sizzling. Marxus moaned against Zane’s mouth, and he swallowed the pleasured, helpless mewling sounds Zane gave to him in return. And everything was perfect, until the height of his pleasure was coming, and Marxus couldn’t have that. He couldn’t come just yet. Even though he knew he was going to stay hard, he couldn’t do it, which was why he quickly pulled away from Zane’s hand and body.
Zane blinked at him, the bleary expression in his eyes something that could have come from a drunk or someone who had just awoken from an incredibly deep sleep.
“What are you doing?”
“Shh,” Marxus said, crouching down and opening the little door beneath the sink. “Don’t move, either.”
He had to push Zane’s legs out of the way even as he told the man not to move. It was probably confusing as all hell to the man, but Marxus honestly didn’t care in that moment. This was what he needed. This was what he desperately wanted, and he was going to be dead before he let himself orgasm before he was inside his mate.
His first orgasm after catching Zane alone would be done the right way.
Zane didn’t seem to be coming out of the spell they’d both fallen under, either. He looked down at Marxus, his cock dark in color and arching up toward him. It honestly looked painful.
“Hurry, hurry up.”
Zane wrapped his fingers around his cock, his eyes sliding shut when he stroked himself, his hips thrusting, fucking into his own hand.
Marxus was unashamedly distracted by the sight. So beautiful. So fucking beautiful and he could hardly stand it.
He shook himself out of it. He could watch Zane jerk himself off another day. Right now, he had bigger problems.
Like how in the hell he couldn’t seem to find anything under here that could be used for…no! There was something right there!
He yanked out the bottle. An old one of sunscreen.
Of course, a former vampire home would have these all over the house, and Marxus wanted to throw his hands in the air and sing his praises for the lord that there was actually something to ease the way.
“Turn around again. Hand off your dick,” Marxus said, growling low in his throat, just enough so that he knew it would drive his mate crazy. “That belongs to me from now on.”
Zane turned against the sink, his hands coming up against the edge, as though he needed them there so he could keep himself propped up.
He looked kind of confused at the order, as though he had no idea what to think about being told his dick belonged to someone else.
Didn’t matter. They were going to have more than enough time to talk about this at a later date.
Marxus popped open the cap of the sunscreen, squeezing the soft bottle and letting the white stuff pour into his palm.
It wasn’t the same as lube, but it was going to have to do. This might have been the sort of bottle reserved for vampire guests. It was a no-name drugstore brand, and pretty greasy to the touch, which would definitely help.
Marxus couldn’t picture Varrick putting this stuff on his skin, not for a single second, but whatever. His loss was Marxus’s gain.
He slicked his fingers, pressing two of them up against Zane’s asshole.
Zane sighed, throwing his head back, his spine arching in a way that Marxus absolutely adored. The man looked as if he was going to wrap himself up into a pretzel at any given moment, but it was the way he thrust his ass back against Marxus’s fingers that really got to him.
“You like that?”
Zane nodded. “You don’t exactly have to ask. Kind of obvious, isn’t it?”
Marxus grinned at the man, turned on when Zane glanced over his shoulder at him.
Marxus could get used to this. Maybe having Zane looking at him like that was really the better option, instead of just having his mate facing the mirror.
Or he could possibly do both. It wasn’t like he could only look in one direction at all times.
“That’s it, keep going,” Zane said, his eyelids sliding to half-mast, and then he shut them when Marxus pushed his fingers inside. “Feels good.”
“You want me to make you feel good?”
Zane nodded. “Yeah.” He smiled back at Marxus. “Just like back at the pool. I want it. I want you.”
The dragon side of Marxus’s brain spread its wings and started to fly off. It didn’t go peacefully into the good night, however. It roared and blazed fire, and he wasn’t even a fire dragon.
“You got it, sweetheart,” Marxus said, pulling his fingers back after only scissoring them a little. He couldn’t hold himself back anymore. Even if it was to get his mate properly slicked. Marxus stroked his cock, just enough to get it wet and slippery before he pressed the head against Zane’s hole.
Pressing it there and sliding it back and forth along the crack of Zane’s ass, watching as the man threw his head back again, watching as Zane started to lose control to the pleasure, listening to every sweet little moan of pleasure.
Pleasure that only Marxus could give to him from now on.
“Hurry, hurry up,” Zane said.
Marxus gave his mate what he wished for. He thrust his cock against the tight ring of muscle, feeling the pressure against his cockhead at first and then the sudden pop as he was inside, sliding forward.
Zane had used something on himself in the time between now and when they’d last fucked. Marxus was going to have to ask him what it was, but later. All that could come later. Right now, he had better things to do.
“God, you’re still so tight.”
Zane smiled, his eyes closed, and he didn’t answer.
Marxus wrapped his arm around Zane’s chest, thrusting his cock all the way forward, all the way home until he was balls deep and could go no farther. Zane cried out, his eyes popping wide open. He stared at himself and Marxus in the mirror, which was exactly what Marxus had wanted him to do.
“That’s it, keep your eyes open.” Marxus pulled his hips back very briefly and then canted them forward, gritting his teeth against the tight clench around his shaft. “You’re going to look at yourself and at me when I’m inside you.”
“Oh God,” Zane moaned, the warmth of his body increasing, and Marxus thought he was about to pop right then and there. He didn’t. He shook his head and looked back at Marxus, a hard frown on his face. “Will you please shut the hell up with all the talking and just nail me?”
Marxus’s eyes flew wide, and then he couldn’t contain the grin that threatened to break free.
He gripped Zane’s shoulders hard. “You asked for it. Just remember that the walls in here aren’t exactly soundproof. Someone might hear you.”
“What? Ohhh!” Zane shivered, moaning out loud, and then slapped his hands over his mouth to contain the noise. He moved so quickly that he was forced to put one hand back down onto the edge of the sink just so he could retain his balance as Marxus gave the man everything he asked for and he fucked his mate hard, fast, and deep.
If they ever had someone film them like this, it might have looked like a straight-up porno, but in that moment, Marxus didn’t care.
He just cared about the heat and the pleasure. He cared about the way Zane struggled to keep his hand over his mouth, moaning into it, muffling the noises and trying desperately to keep himself under control.
He couldn’t. And that was what was getting Marxus off just as much as the wet forward slide again and again into Zane’s sweet body. Zane wanted so badly to be in control, and he could hardly seem to stand it when he didn’t have that control. He couldn’t stand it that he was at Marxus’s mercy.
Yet he clearly loved it.
Maybe there was something sick and twisted about the both of them because, even as Marxus slammed into his mate again and again, as if this was a fuck and not a claiming between two mates, he had to admit he liked it, t
oo.
He didn’t just like it. He loved it. He loved the tight clenching around his cock. He loved the way Zane struggled to hold himself back but clearly couldn’t. He loved the fact that this was like a game to the both of them. Zane, seeing how long he could hold out, and Marxus, working his ass off to break the man of any notion in his head that this was something he didn’t want.
Right. He could lie to himself for only so long, but when Marxus finished with him, his mate would know where he belonged.
“Oh fuck!” Zane moaned, unable to hold his words back any longer.
Marxus needed to hold the man, needed to touch him more than this. His hands on Zane’s shoulders, keeping him in place while he slammed into him, were incredibly hot, but he needed more than that.
He needed to slow it down.
Marxus pulled Zane away from the sink, forcing the man to stand tall, his back against Marxus’s chest.
“You look better up here,” Marxus rasped, turning Zane’s head and kissing the man on the mouth.
Zane moaned so sweetly for him. It was almost unbearable with the physical ache it caused Marxus’s heart.
He was going to explode. He really was.
He pumped his hips, softer than before, but anything compared to what he’d just been doing was softer.
No, he still thrust with purpose, still claimed his mate, knowing that Zane really was his mate, only this time, now that he was so close, Marxus wanted to make sure Zane could really feel the pleasure Marxus gave to him, that the other man knew only Marxus could do this for him and only he could make them come together like this.
Zane’s clench around Marxus’s cock was enough for him to know his mate was getting incredibly close. The man was going to pop. He shivered, his muscles tensing, and Marxus could feel the way he struggled to hold back.
“Don’t hold it in.” Marxus reached down, his hand finding Zane’s cock, stroking, teasing it. “Come for me, right now.”
“Oh God!” Zane said, and he thrust back as hard as he could against Marxus’s cock, cursing even more than usual, and Marxus loved it as he fucked into him again and again, his own pleasure right there, so close. He could taste it…
Zane groaned, and then he shouted. A burst of noise from his throat and then a burst of wet heat from his cock as Marxus pumped him.
But then Marxus couldn’t think about anything other than the sweet clench around his aching prick, the heat, the trembling in his bones, and the need to collapse over his mate and fuck him harder than he’d done even a few seconds ago.
He just wanted to make Zane know whom he belonged to.
The scent of musk in the bathroom was heavy and intoxicating. The orgasm that threatened to pass was held back only by the hard grip Zane had on him, but when the man sighed, his body going limp, that was when Marxus was finally able to move in the way he wanted to, in the way he needed to.
He milked his orgasm, shaking as he gripped the sink on either side of Zane’s hands just to keep himself upright.
Then he couldn’t keep himself upright, and neither could Zane, apparently.
They stayed together, and it was an awkward slide down to the tiled floor.
Zane even laughed at the ridiculousness of it, which was always a good sign.
Marxus wrapped his arms around the man, kissing his neck and his jaw, his lips needing to touch as much as he could while he and Zane were experiencing this peaceful Zen.
“Holy fuck, that was good,” Zane gasped.
Marxus decided not to give the man shit for swearing too much. He was feeling pretty dozy and wasn’t in a position to judge.
He just murmured his agreement instead.
“Are you seriously still hard?” Zane wiggled his hips a little, which was enough to make Marxus hiss and suck back a deep breath.
“You shouldn’t do that,” he said, clenching his arms tighter around the man’s middle.
“Why?”
“Unless you really do want me to fuck you again, up against the wall, on your hands and knees, any way you want, then you might not want to tease me until your body is ready for another round.”
“How do you know I’m not ready right now?”
So tempting. So tempting.
“Dunno, might’ve been the way you ran out of the pool room.”
Zane tensed. Marxus held his breath, waiting to find out that he’d gone too far and that this wasn’t where Zane wanted to go with him, at least not right now.
Zane sighed, but he didn’t say anything, not for several long minutes.
Considering Marxus’s dick was still inside Zane’s body, and he really did want to make love to his mate again, those really were exceptionally long minutes.
When Zane finally spoke, Marxus couldn’t have been more relieved.
“Did you hear about how my brother and I ended up working for Varrick?”
“Some of it,” Marxus said. He might as well admit to this. “I’ve learned since coming to live here that if any of the bored omegas overhear anything, then it’s not going to end up a secret for very long.”
“Right, which was why he and I never talked about it, not before Josh mated with Dimitri. We had to be careful with the things we gave away to people.”
Marxus was willing to bet that much was true.
“Josh told me enough about the mating to know…how it works. I know what you’re trying to do to me.”
That definitely caught Marxus off guard.
Chapter Seven
Zane thought the man behind him was going to blow up on him. It might not have been the best idea in the world to say something like that when Marxus’s dick was literally still inside him, but he couldn’t help it.
He couldn’t lie to himself anymore. The symptoms were all there. Josh had explained how his mating worked. He knew this was what Marxus was doing.
“Okay, I’m going to stay calm now,” Marxus said, though, from the tone of his voice, it was clear he wasn’t doing the best job of staying calm. “What exactly is it that you think I’m trying to do to you?”
Zane didn’t know if he should pull away or not. There were dueling fears working up within him. The first was that Marxus wouldn’t let Zane out of his lap, and the second was that he would.
“This is a mating heat, isn’t it?” he asked, even though it wasn’t a question. “I’ve jerked off multiple times today, and you fucked me and made me come like I haven’t gotten off in months. I’ve been doing nothing but touching myself since a couple days ago in the pool room, and I don’t want to walk around anyone else in the house because I don’t want them looking at me like I’m some kind of pervert.”
“Why would they look at you like that?”
Zane glared back at the man, though he didn’t know how much of a strong, sinister expression he was giving when they weren’t facing each other. “Oh, I don’t know because you dragons smell everything and I don’t want you or the omegas to tell that I’m hornier than I ever was as a teenager.”
He looked back at the man, and the stupid asshole was actually smiling at him.
He was smiling, as if this was supposed to be funny. “This isn’t even close to being something to smile about.”
“You’re right,” Marxus replied. “It’s hilarious, but I’m trying to be respectful by not laughing.
He couldn’t believe this guy sometimes.
“Anyway, it doesn’t matter. I know what this is and what you’re trying to do, and it’s not going to happen.”
“I hate to break it to you, sweetheart,” Marxus said, a distinct growl in his voice. “But this already happened.”
The man actually accented his words with a round thrust of his hips. Zane’s breath caught in his throat from the rush of pleasure that hit him when the man did that, and he nearly let his head fall back. He would have, might have even conked the other man on the nose and really taught him a lesson, but he wanted to hold back.
He needed answers.
Zane shook his head. �
��N-no, that’s not…I didn’t agree to that.”
“Neither did I. It’s just the way it is.”
Another thrust of his hips, and damn him, but it was good. Zane could feel it right now, the orgasm that was building, as if he hadn’t just been fucked so well and hard three minutes ago.
“Wh-what happened to giving me time to recover, huh?”
“Changed my mind.”
Zane shook his head again. “I’m not mating with you.”
“That’s not how it works. It’s already done.”
The spike of anger and rage over words like that, words that basically told him to suck it up because he was helpless to the things around him, was numbed by the pleasure Marxus was still giving him.
He couldn’t even get himself under control. Zane hated not being in control. It was the worst fucking feeling in the history of his life.
“All right, fine,” he said, gasping for breath when Marxus reached his hands around, fingers tweaking Zane’s nipples. He quickly got control before he could completely lose it. “We can fuck from time to time if that’s what you want, but no mating.”
“Nope,” Marxus said. “We’re still mated.”
Zane growled.
“I didn’t do it on purpose, and neither did you.”
“Me?” Zane snapped, looking back at the man. “What do you mean, me? I didn’t do anything either!”
“And that’s exactly how this is supposed to work,” Marxus replied, his tone way too calm for Zane’s liking. “Neither of us had control. It just happened, and now we have to deal with it. Besides,” he added, putting more attention into the movement of his hips, “the mating doesn’t ever really happen between two people who have no feelings for each other.”
“B-bullshit,” Zane said, gasping at the slow way he was being devoured. “I know for a fact there are loveless matings.”
“Right, and do you think we’re one of them? We’ve gotten to know each other pretty well since you came to live here. You’ve seen me at my worst.”
Zane flinched, knowing Marxus was talking about the death of his friend.