Page 72 of Echo and the Homicidal Sea Panda

Echo grinned. “My body’s a wonderland, hmm?”

“Damned straight,” Mael murmured before lowering his head for another kiss. “And I wanna learn every single inch of it.”

He took the unbitten nipple between his lips and suckled again. Echo whimpered, arching his back—but was disappointed when Mael released him again.

“Better make this one match the first one,” Mael said, watching him close. “I think someone enjoys being bitten.”

“You’d think I’d fear a predator’s bite,” Echo whispered. “But I’m aching for yours.”

Mael captured the nipple again, immediately sinking his teeth into the flesh as he held Echo’s gaze.

Echo keened. The sting made him ache all the more.

“What else can I bite?” Mael asked before nibbling on Echo’s shoulder.

Echo wasn’t sure how much time passed as Mael inspected every inch of his body from head to tiptoe, bitinganythingbitable. Fingers, bottom, hip bone, silk-covered toe—Echo bore Mael’s marks all over his body. Each bite added fuel to the fire, leaving Echo writhing on the bed under Mael. The slow torture was made worse by the fact he wasn’t allowed to touch himself. Every time he lowered his hand inside his panties, Mael pushed it away.

After Mael bit his inner thigh, he finally reached the part that wantedallthe attention—and maybe a bite or two, as well. Mael slid the panties down an inch and captured the tip of Echo’s cock between his lips, suckling it just as intently as he had both nipples. He drew Echo to the back of his throat. It suddenly hit him that Mael had never sucked a guy off before him.

“For a blowjob newbie, you do that really,reallywell,” Echo murmured, moans peppering between his words.

Mael chuckled against Echo’s cock before lifting to the tip, circling his tongue over the glans, and back down. “I have a cock, and I’ve been blown. I know whatIlike, so I just did that in hopes it would work. Seems it did.”

Echo smiled down his body at Mael. Soon, he was moaning again once Mael swallowed him again. All the biting and nibbling added up. The torment had stretched him thin. Mael brought him to an orgasm in little time, swallowing most of the load. The few drips that escaped, Echo leaned up to lick off Mael’s chin.

When his mate kissed him, he could taste his salty sweetness.

Echo watched as Mael pressed between his thighs. He lifted his knees to his chest, giving Mael full access to his body. Mael reached between them and tested Echo’s holes, one after the other, and then stroked himself, angling into place. The head of one cock slipped into his slick-coated asshole, the second pressed through his slit and under his cock, spearing the soft, pink folds there.

Mael didn’t move his hips. He controlled his shafts, pressing them deeper until Echo’s holes were filled. Then and only then did he shift them from orca to human—hard and stiff inside Echo. Mael drove deeper, binding them as one. Echo’s gaze locked in Mael’s as they rushed toward the edge together, their bond tightening every minute, every hour… every breath, every kiss. Mael’s body quickened, taking Echo with him until they both screamed in orgasm, one following the other.

Echo lay against his mate in the aftermath, sleep enveloping him like a warm blanket. Lyrics of the song Mael mentioned played in his head and when he came to the refrain, he sung-spoke a few as he drifted off.

Mael chuckled and pressed a kiss to the top of Echo’s head. That was the last thing he remembered before sleeping soundly in his mate’s arms.

16

Saturday morning dawned bright and beautiful. The sky was the perfect shade of blue with big puffy white clouds, and the scent of salty sea air filled Echo’s nose. After having kissed Mael goodbye in the gray morning hours, Echo finally wandered down the dock toward Diego’s boat to meet up with the Marino clan for another dive. He waved at Hank who was working the next row over. Hank waved a hand toward Echo’s slip, and he saw that it was freshly repaired.

He cupped his hands around his mouth. “Looks good. How much longer before my boat’s ready?”

“Next weekend hopefully!” Hank roared across.

“Thanks!”

Echo marched down and jumped onto Diego’s boat. After drawing out the key, he lowered his bag of necessities and secured it. He was heading toward the controls when the cabin door whipped open. Echo jumped… but quickly realized it was only Diego.

Diego looked rough. He’d looked rough all week at work, too. The dark circles under his eyes grew darker by the day. He’d walked around his lab like a zombie—which had led Jenny to appoint Keeley his lab assistant to ensure he was safe the last few days.

“Ahh… what are you doing here?” Echo asked.

“It’s my boat,” Diego muttered.

“Which you gave me the keys to and said I could borrow,” Echo reminded him, waving the key and its giant blue float on the ring. “I’m about to go where you said you didn’t want to be.”

“I’m aware,” Diego spat.

“Are you going with me?”

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