Page 30 of Fated Redemption
Ever so gently Moe dragged the silk over Rhys’s weeping cock. Rhys’s quick inhale let Moe know exactly how sensitive his mate was. Lazily he brushed the silk over the engorged head over and over again, each time making Rhys whimper and cry out.
“Moe please! Please!” Rhys begged.
Moe looked down and watched Rhys’s starburst clench and relax with each pass of the silk. Moe reached down and picked up the bottle of lube. His mate had stretched himself quite nicely, but he knew he was a big man. He coated his cock as he kept up his merciless torture with the silk scarf.
“Moe, please! I need more!” Rhys screamed.
Moe reached down and tested how stretched his mate was. He wanted his man to know nothing but pleasure.
“You’re not stretched enough.”
Rhys shook his head from side to side almost violently. “Pain helps to keep the blood lust at bay, plus I love the burn. Please, my mate.” Rhys stared up at him, his green eyes practically glowing.
Unable to hold back a second longer, Moe reached under Rhys and lifted his lower body to plunge deep into his mate’s needy channel with one hard thrust.
“Fuck, yes! My mate’s huge cock feels so fucking good.” Rhys moaned.
Moe felt his eyes cross. His mate’s dirty talk would have him coming like an untried teenager. He pulled out until just the flared head of his cock remained inside of his mate and thrust again.
“Yeah baby, fuck your mate.” Rhys wrapped his legs around Moe’s waist. Every time Rhys said the word “mate” Moe felt his control slip just a bit more.
“You’re going to feel this tomorrow,” Moe said, thrusting again and again.
“Yes! I want to have reminders of how this cock felt in my ass. Harder!” Moe took him at his word and began pistoning into his mate. Rhys was beyond dirty words now as he struggled to draw breath.
Moe drove forward, and his mate’s body pulled him deeper inside with each snap of his hips. Never before had sex felt like this, but in his heart Moe knew it was more than sex. His body recognized Rhys’s as his mate. Together they were complete.
“Close,” Rhys whispered harshly.
Moe reached down, and simply wrapped his large hand around Rhys’s leaking cock causing his mate to detonate. Hot streams of cum covered their bodies. Rhys was still shuddering in pleasure when Moe felt his own orgasm slam into him. It started at the base of his spine and raced throughout his body. Buried deep inside his mate he filled Rhys’s channel with his semen until his balls started to ache, it felt that good.
When the final aftershocks calmed down, Moe pulled from Rhys’s body and Rhys moaned low in his throat. Moe looked down at his mate. His soft blond curls looked light brown and were plastered to his forehead with sweat. His eyes were closed but a satisfied smile lingered on his lips. Unable to resist, Moe leaned forward and kissed his lips gently. Rhys’s eyes opened and he ran a tongue along Moe’s lips.
Breaking from the kiss, Moe sat back on his legs.
“I love you, Moe Jones. I love you so damn much it scares me to death,” Rhys whispered.
Moe got up and untied his mate. He folded the green silk cloths and put them on the nightstand.
“I love you too, Rhys. You are my miracle.” Moe kissed Rhys’s forehead and went to get a washcloth.
“Aren’t you scared?” Rhys asked.
Moe walked to the bathroom and thought about his answer. He got the water warm and soaked a washcloth. He cleanedhimself and rinsed out the cloth for Rhys. He walked back toward the bed and cleaned his mate, laying a quick kiss on Rhys’s cock. He went back to the bathroom and threw the washcloth in the hamper. When he returned he pulled Rhys into his arms.
“I’m scared of a lot of things, but never of loving you. Fate herself picked you out for me. Someday, I may be a good enough man to deserve you,” Moe whispered.
“I’m the one who doesn’t deserve you! I can’t even claim you properly.”
“Earlier this week we didn’t think sex was possible either, we found a way. Things will work out. You’ll see.” Moe put a finger under Rhys’s chin and brought Rhys’s face up to his.
“I’m hundreds of years older than you, but you make me feel so young.” Rhys grinned.
“You’re not bad for an old man,” Moe joked.
Rhys’s eyes flashed with laughter before he jumped on Moe, straddling the man. Moe cursed his mate’s vampiric speed as he found every one of his ticklish spots. Finally when they were both breathless from laughing they curled up together.
“Love you,” Moe said, kissing his forehead.
