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in.”
    “Fuck.” Mark pressed his head back
into his pillow as Delaney scootched closer. Something larger than fingers pressed
against Mark’s hole. There was a moment of burning pressure, and he sucked in
air.
    Delaney backed off, then tried
again. “Push back against me.”
    Mark did, feeling the pressure
build to the point of pain. He pushed back again, and gasped when the head of
Delaney’s cock popped inside him. “Ah!”
    The other man froze. “Am I hurting
you?”
    “Uh, no.” And to his surprise, that
was the truth. “It just burns a little. Wow.”
    “Yeah, wow is right. Shit, you feel
amazing.” Delaney stroked his thighs, cupping his hands over Mark’s hipbones. “I
won’t move until you tell me I can.”
    Mark nodded, focused on his ass. The
burn had already started to subside and he felt stretched, but in a weirdly
good way. And God, there was this need growing inside him, the need for Delaney
to be buried balls deep inside him.
    He wrapped his legs around Delaney’s
waist, crossing his ankles over the shifter’s spine. “I think you can go a
little deeper.”
    Delaney obeyed, easing forward. Every
amazing inch that sank inside him felt better than the one before, and Mark
wriggled a little when Delaney hesitated, pushing down with his heels until the
shifter bottomed out. His leaking cock was caged between their bellies,
slipping against sweaty skin and adding its own slick pleasure.
    Delaney stared down at him, pupils
blown black with desire. “Fuck, you feel so good, babe. Tight and hot, like you’re
made for me. Tell me it’s good for you, too.”
    Mark blushed. He felt incredibly
full and stretched, but it was a fantastic fullness, satisfying that deep
craving in him. “Yeah. It’s like I always needed you inside me. I just didn’t
know it until now. God, it’s amazing.” He ran his hands up Delaney’s back,
feeling the play of muscles under the other man’s skin. “I don’t believe I’m
saying this, but —fuck me? Please?”
    Delaney leaned closer, sucking at
Mark’s mouth in a wet, hungry kiss. “With pleasure.”
    ****
    Delaney pulled out until he was
barely inside Mark, then thrust back in. The combination of pressure and
friction lit up his nervous system like a fireworks display, and he moaned at
the feeling, so tight and hot around his aching dick.
    Mark’s hands clutched at his
shoulders, the human’s head rolling from side to side as he panted with
pleasure. “Yes, fuck me harder, oh God please—”
    Delaney had no intention of
disappointing his mate. He started rolling his hips, feeling his balls slap
against Mark’s ass on the bottom of each thrust. The world narrowed down to
their two bodies and the places where they met—lips, chests, bellies, groins.
Hands roamed, clutching, caressing, stroking. Hot breath in each other’s faces,
words like more and please and harder whispered to each other in between gasps,
moans, and growls.
    Delaney watched in rapture as a
deep red flush crept up over Mark’s abs to his chest, then to his neck and
face. He could feel the other man’s orgasm building alongside his own, pleasure
gushing back and forth between them like a blood tide.
    Instinct took over. Canines
extending, he bit into the meaty part of Mark’s shoulder. Mark screamed,
pressing closer against him. The salty, smoky taste of his mate’s blood flooded
Delaney’s mouth, and his eyes rolled back in bliss. The mating bond snapped
into place, iron-hard and indestructible. He would always be able to track Mark
from smell alone, know how he felt, even what he was thinking if his mate
permitted it.
    Coming almost seemed secondary next
to the mating bond, but he still felt it build in his balls before his cock
went rigid and he roared out in orgasm. His semen gouted deep inside Mark, triggering
the man’s own orgasm, and he felt warm wetness splash up between their bellies
as Mark’s inner muscles convulsed, milking him.
    Replete, he sank onto his