Page 8 of Devil May Hunt
Make him see there was no escaping.
Make him see how perfectly matched they were, so he changed his mind and agreed to the bond.
Holy hell.
Was he already so far gone that he was thinking about the bond for real?
He needed to fuck him. That was it. Once he’d come inside the pretty man, he’d be able to think more clearly.
Gunho pulled his hand free.
“What are you doing?” The man beneath him sounded panicked. “Hold on. There’s no way you’ve stretched me enough to take that!”
“We’ll go slow.” He planted a hand against the man’s nape, forcing him into place, and then used his free hand to spread his ass cheeks and aim his cock. He was probably right, and Gunho should really go back to prepping him, but that dark speck in his chest was impatient now, urging him to claim the pretty lover and make him his before he could protest again.
“Are you sure you don’t have any Glyph ancestors? Synastry, perhaps?” His reactions weren’t normal. There had to be something he was missing. Gunho paused with his crown pressed against that warm entrance. “If I find out you and the old man are in this to trap me, I’ll do worse than tear through your hole with my cock.”
He was horny and a bit tipsy himself, having ingested an entire bottle of fancy Vital liquor in an attempt to drown out the worst of his incoming rut symptoms.
But…Then again, it didn’t really make sense. His earlier assumptions had to be correct. His grandfather wouldn’t bother setting him up with someone who wasn’t an omega. Even if this pretty man had ties to Gunho’s people, his body lacked the proper functions needed to force Gunho to carry on the family line. Vital males couldn’t get pregnant.
It took him longer than it should have to realize the man hadn’t responded to him, and Gunho frowned and glanced down to find that his pretty lover was nodding off.
How much had he had to drink to fall asleep during a time like this?
If that was a habit, it would have to stop. No mate of his would ruin their health in front of him.
There were kinder ways, but Gunho lost his last thread of patience. In one sharp move, he thrust forward, burrowing his thick shaft so deep he bottomed out.
His pretty lover came awake with a howl as he tensed up all over again.
“Relax,” Gunho commanded, rolling his hips in an attempt to help him adjust to his girth.
“It burns,” the man hissed. “Take it out!”
“We’ve only just started, give it a moment.”
“I said, no—”
He slid his cock free and then slammed forward once more, hard enough to rock the couch beneath them. The furniture’s legs scraped against the concrete floor, the noise mingling with another cry from his new mate.
Gunho settled over him, pinning him more securely so he could rut without worrying the man would try to escape again. “Your body is sucking me in,” he praised. “You’re so tight. Even without being wet this is enjoyable for me.”
Though he admittedly missed that aspect of mating. Next time, he’d bring a bottle of lube with him. Since Vitals couldn’t produce slick on their own, he’d help his pretty lover out. It would make this better for both of them.
“Not all of us need it,” the man stated, clearly struggling to form full sentences, yet somehow managing to argue. “Just…go slower.”
“This is slow.”
“Then be gentler.”
“This is gentle.” Gunho was holding himself back as much as he could. He drove into his pretty lover, balls slapping against the plush curves of his ass, and moaned. When he sniffed at the man’s hair, got another strong whiff of that cherry scent, his instincts took over.
Gunho pummeled the other man into the couch cushions, drilling into him hard enough he doubted his pretty lover would be able to stand on his own later.
Which…was an idea he wasn’t entirely opposed to.
In fact…
