Page 35 of The Rabbit's Foot
After a few strokes, Mal’s cock rose to full hardness again. At just shy of nine inches, it was a blunt instrument, one that he’d always loved using. This was different, though. It was Alp, and Mal could feel in his blood that the man gazing up at him was now and forever a part of him.
He applied more lube to his cock, then fingered Alp’s hole again, wanting to loosen it again.
“Okay, I’m ready,” Alp said, spreading his legs.
“No, not this time,” Mal grumbled. “I let you and my desire for you get the better of me before, but now? We go at my pace, so lay there and shut up.” He chuckled. “I mean, feel. Stupid autocorrect.”
Alp snickered and shook his head. “You’re crazy.”
“For you,” Mal said, with all the seriousness he could muster.
It didn’t take long before Alp was a mewling heap, pleading for more. Mal took his time, not in a hurry at all, as he made his mate come apart at the seams.
“Need you,” Alp whined. “Mate, please. Need.”
And that was what Mal was waiting for. Alp, totally relaxed, undone, spread for him. He didn’t say anything, not wanting to break that spell. He notched his cock in line with Alp’s hole, and slowly, so slowly, he pressed in. Mal watched Alp closely. Every twitch had him stopping and waiting until Alp relaxed again, then continuing. There were a few times he thought about stopping again when Alp whined, but when he was about to withdraw, Alp grabbed his wrist.
“Stop it!” he snapped. “If I can’t handle it, I’ll tell you.”
So Mal listened and continued his snail’s-pace intrusion in the tightest hole he’d ever experienced. If Alp was human, they’d never have gotten this far. But a shifter had better stamina than that. Mal shuddered. The combination of muscle and heat sent lust skittering up his spine, demanding that he go harder, faster. But now wasn’t the time. A man always remembered his first sex, and if he wanted Alp to surrender to him again, Mal needed to show him how amazing it could be between them.
It was agonizing, but Mal’s cock eventually disappeared inside of Alp’s small body. To be honest, he wasn’t sure his cock would fit. It was foolish, and he knew it, but he had the horrifying vision of Alp being split in twain, but now that he was fully seated in that delicious heat, Mal would have been content to never pull out again.
“Are you going to move sometime today?” Alp complained, his voice muffled by the pillow.
“Alp….”
He turned and locked gazes with Mal. “It… it doesn’t hurt as much. I feel full. I mean,reallyfull. But, I don’t know. It’s kinda good now.”
There was tension in his words, but his heart and mind were open, and Mal could tell he meant them.
Mal slid out a fraction, then slowly pushed back in. They had time, so there would be no furious rutting. Instead, he set a slow, languorous pace. It was odd to discover that making slow love could be hotter than a quickie in some skanky motel room.
“Oh, fuck, Maaaaal,” Alp moaned as Mal dragged his heavy cock out until only the head remained. Then he pushed in, taking his sweet time, loving the way Alp squeezed him, the way the muscles contracted and milked his length.
“You doin’ okay?”
“Oh, yeah. This is so good. I never thought it could be like this,” Alp purred. “Can you… I mean, is it all right if you go harder?”
“Are you sure? I mean, I’m really loving this pace.”
“Goddamn it, I will kill you in your sleep if you don’t move faster! I’ve seen porn, so I know fucking is harder than this.”
“No,” Mal insisted. “Porn is fantasy. This is the real deal. Porn has nothing to do with this. I am not fucking my mate—I’m making love to him. Sure, we can go harder, but never confuse the two. Do you understand me?”
Alp’s eyes widened. “Yes, I understand.” He waved an impatient hand. “Make love faster, then.”
Mal shook his head. “You’re incorrigible.” He winked. “I love it. You’ll keep me on my toes, that’s for sure.”
“Toes, knees. I especially like the knees thing.” Alp stroked a finger over Mal’s hand. “I love you so fucking much.”
“And I love you, my foul-mouthed little bunny.”
Alp snapped his fingers. “Now move, slave. Pleasure your master.”
“You are such a little shit. Remember, you asked for it.”
This time, drawing nearly all the way out, Mal rammed back in so hard, Alp was slammed into the headboard, which then hit the wall with a solidthunk. A high-pitched squeak slid out of Alp, and for a second, Mal thought he’d been too rough. Alp leaned forward, dislodging Mal, who was about to apologize, then flipped over and pulled his knees to his chest.
