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Isaiah whimpered, inhaling deep.
“That’s it.” He moved forward, the tip popping inside Isaiah, which was almost enough to make him shoot. He barked out a wild cry, and Isaiah groaned for him.
Jameson gritted his teeth, then pressed on, and in, sliding home until his hips were flush with Isaiah’s ass. In. All the way.
“I feel you.” Isaiah moaned. “I feel you everywhere.”
“Inside and out, love.” Isaiah had to feel the bond as well. It was growing in leaps and bounds. Even he could almost see it; it was a fierce wild light connecting them.
Jameson moved, starting a slow, back and forth rhythm. All the way to the hilt, then to barely inside. Isaiah took him, every inch, body warm and pliant beneath him. So good, and all he had to do was rock and roll. “Mine.”
He whispered the word, but he meant it, to the bone.
“Yes.” Isaiah arched, slamming back against him until he grabbed the back of Isaiah’s neck to hold him still.
His lover’s ass clenched around him so tightly that he couldn’t breathe. Good thing it was only mandatory every so many minutes for their kind.
He arched, pushing down harder, slamming in deeper. This wasn’t about control anymore. This was about making a connection.
This was about hearing his sweet boy scream.
Jameson knew he would have that soon. Very soon.
“Mine,” he growled, the sound filling the air.
Isaiah’s answer was to grip him tighter, squeezing down. He bit down on his lower lip with his fangs, knowing the scent of blood would madden Isaiah.
Isaiah pushed into him, rocking back and demanding more. Such a pushy little one, and so ready to be used and pleasured.
He snapped his teeth in the air, threatening.
That earned him a low, happy little groan, a squeeze. This one was never going to stop surprising him.
“I know, sweet. You want that bite. Want the animal heat of it.”
Isaiah whimpered, low and soft. “I—”
“Let go. You can’t hurt me.” Isaiah would believe it someday soon.
“Let go…” Isaiah’s body rippled around him.
“Yes, love. Just let everything go and feel me.” He murmured the words over and over, slamming home every time.
His hips whacked against Isaiah’s burning ass. He smacked one hip hard, urging them on.
“Jameson!” The cry was sharp, wild, and perfect.
“More? I will give whatever you need.” He did it again and again.
“More…more. Please.”
Yes! That was progress. Hell, that was the hottest thing ever.
Jameson caught Isaiah by the chest and dragged him upright on his cock, driving into that lean body with the curve of Isaiah’s throat right there by his teeth.
Isaiah all but screamed for him, clutching at anything he could reach, whether his thighs or the fabric under him. Fucking perfect.
Jameson bit down, a rush of blood splashing on his tongue, filling his lips with pure lightning. Everything rushed in, static filling him, making him groan.
