Page 193 of Broken Bonds
I chuckle and sit up to unbutton his shorts and carefully tug down the zipper while his insistent erection struggles for freedom. Mal wears a half-crazed expression and reaches to help, but I collect his wrists again and put his hands over his head, pinning him and kissing him.
“Stay,” I whisper, loving the adorable whine that earns me.
His cock twitches as I lightly graze my fingernails down his print through his briefs. A large wet spot spreads across the fabric.
I meet his gaze as I release his wrists, arching an eyebrow at him when it looks like he wants to move. He unwillingly remains in place as I bend my head and mouth him through his briefs. His cock’s hot and hard and twitches with every movement. A nonstop whining moan rolls from my needy mate, along with nonstop mental pleadings that sound like he’s speaking in tongues.
His brain is completely unplugged. Yay!
I slide the hem of his T-shirt up his abs, kissing my way north, his cock trapped inside his briefs between us as I lick a trail along his body until I reach his nipples and flick them, grazing my teeth over them, back and forth.
Mal’s whines grow, making my erection, laid alongside his with only his briefs between them, twitch in time with the sound.
I ease his shirt up and over his head, capturing his hands with it while I kiss him. “You can say no,” I whisper, “but I’d love to feel your knot.”
As if I flipped a switch he freezes, blinking up at me. “Whut?”
“I want you to fuck me shifted, baby.”
Only his chest moves, ragged breaths sawing in and out, his gaze wide and frozen. Finally, the tip of his tongue nervously flicks his upper lip. “Shifted?” he whispers, as if terrified someone might hear.
I nod. “Shifted. No is, obviously, an acceptable answer. But there are firsts we didn’t get together. I want this one, just the two of us.” I nuzzle his nose and that alone is addictive. “I’m not jealous, but I am territorial. And a bit of a romantic. I want this, all ours.”
I can’t determine what’s going through his mind with all the mental static from his frantic desire.
Just as I’m about to retract the offer, he nods. “Yes,” he whispers, his cheeks flushing.
I help him finish stripping and we stretch out on our sides, his erection sliding alongside mine because of all the pre-cum he’s leaking. He hooks a leg around mine, trying to grind on me while I cup his ass, kneading his flesh. After a few minutes of this, I flip onto my back, Mal on top, still kissing.
He’s desperate, needy, while I slip into a calm satisfaction as I bask in his desire.
For me. Only me.
I reach over to the nightstand and locate the lube, pressing it into his hand. “There you go,” I mumble against his lips.
He lifts his head, the flush deepening in his cheeks and spreading down his chest as he takes it and sits up.
Smiling, I pull my legs up, holding them, rounding my back to give him access. “Just because I want your cock doesn’t mean I’m not in charge,” I remind him.
An adorable, strangled squeak escapes him, and he nearly drops the bottle of lube in his eagerness to open it. I direct him, my cock pulsing with each finger he works inside me.
“That’s good,” I say, eager to do this. I sit up, kiss him, and then roll over onto my knees. “Give it to me good, baby.”
His hands settle on my hips, tentative, stroking, growing more confident. I look at him over my shoulder. “You can enter me first and then shift, if you want.”
Mal’s lower lip adorably catches under his upper teeth as he nods, eyes wide, like he’s starving and I just broke his brain by presenting him with an endless buffet. He finally fists his cock and presses forward, both of us moaning at the sensation of him sinking his full length inside me. He’s not as thick as Jax or Shawn, but he’s got nothing to be ashamed of, either.
He leans forward, reaching around my waist, feathering his lips along my back as he slowly strokes. I wonder if he’ll even last long enough to shift, but then I feel it and hiss in pleasure as his dew claws from his front legs dig into my sides.
“That’s it,” I say, dropping my head onto my arms and arching my back to give him even better access. “Have fun and don’t hold back.”
He’s tentative at first. I love the feel of his fur along my flesh, softer and denser than Jax’s—and he’s the only one I’ve let fuck me shifted before now. Mal’s mind is a steady hum of need and excitement and desire, and I smile and listen as thoughts appear and vanish, no coherence to them.
He takes a couple of slow, shallow strokes. My cock twitches in response as he slides along my gland. I pull the towel under me because now I’m the one leaking all over the place, and I’d rather not change the sheets three or four times today.
When the switch finally flips in his brain and nature takes over, his stance changes and he starts fucking me in earnest with his warm breath blowing across the back of my neck. He growls, plunging, pumping. I widen my knees to lower my ass and that’s the magic combo. He grunts, sinking even deeper, his balls slapping against mine. My toes fucking curl, it’s so good. And in seconds he’s already thickening, his knot forming, a nonstop whine rolling from him as my cock explodes.
When my ass clenches down on him it pulls his knot deeper, and if I wasn’t already deeply in love with him and marrying him, I’d be on my knees begging him to make this forever.
