Page 27 of Echo and the Homicidal Sea Panda

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Echo didn’t answer. He didn’t stop—not until the head of one of Mael’s cocks was in his mouth and the other shaft was in one hand. Mael groaned, his lids falling heavy over his eyes. Once he got a hold of himself, he tugged Echo’s lower body back into reach and feasted on his mate’s cock and pussy.

They licked and sucked one another, exploring these new, secret places to provide pleasure. When Mael wasn’t sure he could take much more, he pinned Echo down and moved between his mate’s thighs. Echo lay back, quietly watching him. Mael moved his cocks into position, scared he’d not last long. He entered Echo simultaneously, leisurely filling both of his little dolphin’s holes at the same time, gnashing his teeth together from the sheer pleasure of it.

Echo’s back arched, a moan dragged from his lips before Mael swallowed the tail end of it with a kiss. When he was as deep as he thought he could go, he paused and lifted on his arms, checking for signs of pain.

“Are you okay,pepi?”

Echo nodded, his entire body coated in a thin sheen of sweat. “Yeah…”

After hooking an arm under one of Echo’s knees, Mael returned his shafts to full human form. He withdrew a few inches and then rocked his hips forward, thrusting both back in.

“Oh, fuck,”Echo whispered, his gaze latching onto Mael’s.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” Mael murmured.

Echo’s only reply was a groan, back arching.

When Mael pumped again, Echo’s head fell back against the pillow, lips parting. He licked a trail up Echo’s neck, biting one earlobe, and thrust again. Echo’s body was heaven. Made for him and him alone. He held on to the frayed edges of his control, eager to see his little dolphin shatter in his arms—but he was rarely gifted with the dual sensation inside a man’s body, and it threatened to hurtle him past Echo into oblivion. He couldn’t come before his mate did.

Sweat dripped down his neck and back, the humidity rising in the room. Mael was enveloped in the intoxicating aroma of Echo’s slick… his raw, aching need. The innate alpha desire to mark Echo with his scent burned in his blood, but he held back.

Mael slid a hand between them, stroking Echo’s hard shaft in time to the thrusts of his cocks. They thrashed against one another, their bodies bound tight. When Echo tensed under him, Mael sensed the end was near and nearly sobbed with relief. Echo’s holes quivered around him just before he screamed in ecstasy and came. Hot jets of cum spread over Mael’s hand and between their bellies.

A few seconds later, Mael felt his control snap. He stiffened and roared, his gaze going blurry for a few seconds as he crested, barely able to breathe. Both of his cocks erupted at the same time, and he filled Echo’s body with his seed. Mael’s entire body spasmed as he emptied inside his little dolphin.

When they both lay motionless and breathless in the aftermath, Mael feared moving might destroy them both. After a few more breaths, he rolled over and drew Echo against his side.

He brushed back damp hair clinging to Echo’s forehead. “Are you okay?”

“No,”Echo answered.

Mael tensed, but only for a second. Echo’s grin allowed him to relax.

He chuckled. He pressed a soft kiss on Echo’s forehead.

“I don’t think I’ll ever be okay again. Not after that,” Echo murmured between panting, his eyelids heavy.

Mael was sure he wouldn’t be okay again, either.

Not unless Echo was at his side.

For the rest of their lives.

8

The following morning, Echo awoke groaning against the light. He’d neglected to pull the blackout curtains closed before he fell asleep again. Morning light filled his bedroom, which made it harder to open his eyes. When he realized he was lying against something warm, firm, and hairy, he froze. It took him a couple of seconds to remember the night before and the man who’d shared his bodyandhis bed.

He smiled to himself. How he could’ve forgotten, he didn’t know. His body was sore. The good kind of sore after a night of total satisfaction and being well used.

Mael’s heart beat slow and steady under his ear. Echo’s head rose and fell with Mael’s steady breaths. Echo was practically lying on top of the guy. His head was on Mael’s chest, and one leg thrown over a muscled thigh—though the latter might not have been him. Mael’s hand just barely gripped Echo’s calf, appearing as if he’d pulled it over at some point in the night.

The other hand rested on his lower back, holding him close. Tilting his head back, he glanced up and found Mael still fast asleep. Taking advantage, he traced Mael’s features with his gaze without fear of being caught. Mael was handsome, obviously, but he also had a nice face. The kind you wanted to wake up to—wholly masculine with a strong brow, nose, and jawline. A jawline already covered with a light beard when there had only been stubble the night before.

The hair on the top of his head was mussed from their activities the night before and somehow made him even sexier.

Bedhead.

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