Page 62 of Caller of Crows
Sven obeyed, and when Altair's finger slipped inside him, the mortal moaned, his back arching up off the mattress.
Altair worked him open, slowly, leisurely, making sure the mortal was relaxed before he added a second digit. He pumped his fingers in and out of the mortal's tight hole, his own arousal intensifying. Soon, he added a third.
Sven groaned, pushing his ass against Altair's fingers, fucking himself on them.
God, the mortal was perfect.
So damn perfect.
Altair couldn't wait a moment longer. He withdrew his fingers, and before Sven could complain, positioned his dick at the mortal's entrance and pushed.
Sven cried out, his face flushed, his breathing ragged.
Altair sank into him until his balls rested against the mortal's ass. He paused, allowing himself a moment to enjoy the way the mortal's inner walls hugged his cock.
Sven moaned his name and he wrapped his legs around Altair's waist, locking his ankles behind the vampire's back.
Altair met his eyes, and the vulnerability and the need in the mortal's expression almost did him in.
He claimed Sven's mouth and rolled his hips, starting to thrust into him.
The mortal moaned again, and Altair swallowed the sound.
Fuck, it felt so good.
So right.
Mine,that possessive voice at the back of his mind declared.
Yes.
Sven was his, and Altair would never let him go.
Could not.
He began moving faster, finding a rhythm that had the mortal gasping.
"Harder," Sven begged. "Please."
Altair picked up the pace, thrusting deeper, harder until the bedframe was rattling and the mortal was crying out, the noises falling from his lips the most exquisite music to Altair's ears.
"Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. "
Sven's nails dug into Altair's shoulders, but Altair didn't mind the pain, not when he was enjoying the mortal's pleasure so much.
He angled his thrusts, aiming for the spot that made Sven moan the loudest, and when the mortal shuddered and clenched around him, Altair knew he'd found it.
"Alt," Sven choked out.
"Come for me," the vampire ordered, his voice rough.
He sped up, and a moment later, the mortal came apart underneath him. His inner muscles clamped down on Altair's dick, and his entire body tensed. The mortal's release coated their stomachs, his face scrunched up in ecstasy.
Fuck.
Seeing Sven come undone was a sight to behold, and feeling him fall apart beneath him was the final straw. Altair's orgasm crashed over him, his fangs elongating, his instincts roaring.
"Sven," he growled.
