Blood Claim by Laura Mykles (free e books to read .txt) 📕

Incoherent with need, he couldn't let go when Wolfe lowered him to the bed. He devoured the lips and tongue that were offered as Wolfe's weight came down on top of him. Kissing, crying, squirming, he tore at Wolfe's shirt while the other man's hand pulled the drawstring of his pants open, then plunged inside to find his dick. He nearly came out of his skin, writhing at the acute pleasure of another person's fingers wrapped around his erection, of the thumb smearing cum over the tip. He dug his fingers into the heated satin of the skin of Wolfe's back.

"Sweet,” Wolfe murmured, pulling his mouth away so wet lips could traverse Matt's chin and nuzzle at his neck. He pulled in a deep, long breath. “So very, very sweet."

Matt tossed his head aside, making plenty of room for Wolfe. “Wolfe, please."

The flat front of Wolfe's teeth pressed Matt's pulse. His tongue teased the sensitive skin. He growled, a wild, barely contained sound that made Matt's hips jerk in response.

Then he was gone, kneeling up over Matt.

Bereft, Matt reached for him, but Wolfe caught his wrists. “I'm not going to last,” he muttered. “I've got to get inside you."

"Yes. God, Wolfe, I need that."

"Tell me you have lube."

Matt nodded eagerly. “It's—"

Wolfe released Matt's wrists. “Get it.” He shoved back and off the bed, leaning on the edge as he bent to pull off his boots.

Matt was caught for a moment, watching the feline beauty of him. Black hair fell forward to obscure his face, but the rest of him was plenty feast for the eyes. Matt's hands had rucked his shirt up under his armpits, exposing a pale, cobbled belly. If there was hair, Matt couldn't see it, and that just made his fingers itch to explore the smooth curves.

One boot dropped to the floor, and Wolfe tossed his head as he shifted to get the other. “Lube, Matt."

Jumping at the darkly toned command, Matt eeled sideways to reach the drawer of his nightstand. The move took his loose pants halfway down his thighs. Dropping the bottle of lube on the mattress beside him, he squirmed the rest of the way out of his pants, getting his T-shirt off at the same time.

By the time he was naked, Wolfe was mostly so, only the shirt—now fallen down to hide his belly again—remained. His erection was as long and sleek as the rest of him, blushing red from the lightly furred base to the smooth tip. Wolfe eyed Matt hotly as he knelt on the bed. “Turn over."

Eagerly, Matt complied, drawing his knees up under him and shamelessly presenting his ass.

Palms cupped his cheeks and spread them, exposing him. He barely felt the warmth before what could only be a tongue drew a wet, hot line up between, stopping to toy with his hole.

Matt screamed into his pillow, very nearly coming. Only once had Daniel ever done that for him, and he'd loved it. Clearly, Wolfe didn't mind the act at all. His tongue teased the tight ring of Matt's hole until it opened up and he could worm inside. Matt panted, clutching his pillow, doing all he could not to come. Wolfe helped by closing strong fingers around the base of Matt's erection, stifling the surging feeling. But he kept tonguing, bringing Matt closer to orgasm despite the restriction.

"Wolfe.” He moaned. “Please, gonna ... can't take ... please."

Tongue and fingers left him. Matt had to pause to try and contain himself, helpless to move as Wolfe leaned over him to get the lube. He heard the cap pop once, then again. Felt the soft thump as the bottle hit the mattress. Then pressure at his opening. Wolfe's cock. Oh, God! Wolfe's cock!

A hand gripped his shoulder. “Relax,” said that molasses voice, seeping warmth into his muscles. Matt couldn't help but comply, sagging just a little as Wolfe pressed into him.

No amount of relaxation could keep him from tightening up a little. It had been so long since he'd been properly fucked, and his body wanted to squeeze the delicious invader. Wolfe paused just inside, spreading his hand over Matt's hip as he waited for Matt to melt around him. Moaning happily, Matt pressed back, slowly impaling himself on Wolfe's heated erection.

Sex! Good! Yes! Monosyllabic affirmations exploded in his head as fireworks popped every nerve ending. His skin crawled with feeling as Wolfe filled him, leaning over him, blanketing him with the warmth of his body as he came to rest fully inside.

"Sweet,” Wolfe murmured, breath a caress on the back of Matt's shoulder.

Fingers wove with Matt's, pulling both hands away from the pillow clutched beneath his chest, spreading his arms out to either side of him. Weight pressed him down into the mattress, forcing his knees apart until his chest, belly, and groin were all flush with the mattress. Pinned, Matt could only groan as Wolfe pulled back his hips, then pressed within again.

"So good.” He couldn't be sure he said it aloud and couldn't be bothered to care. He rocked his hips as best he could as Wolfe set the slow, steady rhythm. He could feel the taut muscles of Wolfe's belly against the top of his ass. His own hair covered his face, denying him the chance to look back to see Wolfe over him, Wolfe fucking him. But Wolfe's heat and Wolfe's deep, feral growls were enough to assure him that the other man enjoyed fucking him.

Fingers released his hands, and Wolfe settled heavily atop him, murmurs too low to understand caressing the back of Matt's neck. Matt's skin was so sensitized that even the soft material of Wolfe's T-shirt scratched him, yet another delicious sensation. Wolfe's arms slid underneath him, one palm spreading over his thudding heart and the other slipping down to circle his cock. Awash in sensation, Matt arched his back, trying to press himself as close to his lover as he possibly could.

"Matthew.” Faster thrusts now,