Page 57 of Destined Mate

“Are you sure you’re ready?”

“I have never been surer about anything in my life!”

Wesley wasted no time. One moment his fingers were there, and the next they were gone. Wesley positioned himself, and Jerome tried to relax as Wesley entered him.

He fought against the stretch as Wesley pushed in. Jerome bit his lip, realizing he might not have been as ready as he thought. Shit. Maybe this wasn’t going to work after all.

The pleasure from earlier was leaving. He whimpered. People did this all the time! He knew that, but… but he was still seconds away from telling Wesley to stop.

Wesley wrapped his hand around Jerome’s cock and stroked him. “Concentrate on this instead.”

Jerome’s eyes crossed. What the hell was Wesley doing with his wrist? He’d never felt anything likethat. But it did the trick and got his mind off the cock in his ass.

Wesley leaned over and rested his forehead against Jerome’s. “I’m in. Just… just—fuck, you’re so hot inside—going to wait for the tightness to ease.”

“You just had to be hung like a horse, didn’t you?” Jerome griped.

Wesley snorted.

“You’re thick too.” Jerome panted as he locked his legs around Wesley’s hips.

“By Fenrir, be still or this’ll be over before it begins.” Wesley, resting on his hands above Jerome, kissed the tip of Jerome’s nose.

It was Jerome’s turn to snort.

“There you go, I can feel you loosening, thank all the gods. Ready for me to move?”

“Need you to do something. I feel like I’m going to explode, and I, ah…” Jerome wiggled, experimenting to see if the pain was truly gone.

“Jerome, fuck, stop!”

Huh. He peered up at Wesley. His mate was sweating as he clenched his teeth. The cords in his neck stood out. Someone was hanging on by the skin of his teeth.

Jerome kind of liked that. “Move. I need you to move.”

“Thank fuck.” Wesley pulled out, then drove in again.

Jerome moaned, but it wasn’t from pain. There was none now, only fullness. He groaned loudly when Wesley plunged his tongue into his mouth.

He wanted more, dammit, so he tightened his legs around Wesley. His mate finally caught on and pounded into him. The kiss ended, and they stared at each other.

He watched the expressions that crossed Wesley’s face while his alpha pleasured him. Wesley moved slightly, and Jerome howled. The new angle had Wesley hitting Jerome’s prostate every single time.

The friction of having his cock trapped between their bodies drove Jerome closer to the edge.

Wesley slammed in and out of his ass. He gave one final hard push, and then, growling, he froze suddenly. A wild look entered Wesley’s eyes, turning them golden, and his canines dropped.

“Jerome.” Wesley moaned. “Going to come. You ready…?”

Jerome turned his head, exposing his neck. “Do it.”

Wesley tensed and pushed himself fully into Jerome, releasing deeply within him. The warmth filling Jerome brought him to climax, and as he came between them, Wesley bit down, his teeth breaking the skin at the base of Jerome’s neck and shoulder.

“Fuck!” Jerome yelled.

“Mine!” Wesley growled into his skin.

Jerome’s heart soared at that word. He was well beyond speech, but if he could’ve spoken, it would have been to say yes over and over again as darkness edged into his vision.

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