12. CHAPTER 12
CHAPTER 12
Was it possible to feel so…damn if he could truly say it…but elated? Even as he held onto his mate’s shoulders, Glyn knew nothing had ever been so…blissful? Maybe. No. Not maybe because he damn well knew it was everything he’d ever dreamed of and they’d only frotted.
The thought of either being inside of Cayman or being filled by him was all Glyn needed to get him hard again. “Need you.”
Glyn’s desire was frantic. Even as his mouth latched onto a nipple and sucked, he knew he wanted so much more.
“Need you too, babe.” Strong hands stroked his back, sending tingles through his body at the way they made him feel.
Glyn was suddenly with the mattress at his back, while talented lips trailed heated kisses along his throat before they landed on his mouth in a searing kiss that made his toes curl with delight. Damn, but he was addicted already to kissing the man.
“Lube, need lube,” he managed to get out when they broke the kiss for some much needed air. He might just have gotten off a few minutes ago, but Glyn was already hard and aching for his mate.
He bemoaned the loss of Cayman when he rolled off him and lurched toward the bedside table. Glyn couldn’t help but chuckle when in his haste, Cayman jerked the drawer so hard it landed on the floor, spilling its contents.
His mate swore up a blue streak as he scrambled to the floor in search of the lube. His chuckle turned into laughter when he heard Cayman say, “Ow, fuck. Stupid fucking phone charger.”
His mate looked up at him with a look of adoration on his face. “You have an amazing laugh,” he said sincerely and damn if Glyn’s heart didn’t melt a little.
Cayman found the lube and crawled back up on the bed until he was hovering over Glyn with a dopey smile on his face. “I know we barely met, but I’m fairly certain I have fallen in love with you.”
Tears sprang to Glyn’s eyes. He reached up a hand to caress that gorgeous face. “I love you too.”
Their kiss started out slow and sweet as they learned each other’s mouth, but it didn’t take long for heat to flare back to life and then they groped each other as they tried to touch every inch of skin they could reach.
It was a kind of magic that Glyn had always wanted. When he’d been sold to the North Koreans and shoved in a building with armed guards, he’d never thought he was going to have this. If it meant getting to have this in the end, those torturous months were worth every second.
“Make me yours, mate,” Glyn begged when he felt Cayman’s now slicked fingers along his hole. “I need to feel you inside me.”
He pushed into the touch, desperate to have his mate inside him even if it was just his fingers at the moment. When it did, he swore he was in heaven.
“Fuck, babe, you’re so damn tight and hot.” Mahogany eyes darkened with lust.
He needed. No. He craved to seal their mating. He was on fire to have Cayman claim him body and soul. “More. I need more.” Was he seriously whining? Not that it mattered. He’d have done anything Cayman wanted in that moment. Said whatever it took to get him inside of him as fast as possible. “Please, mate. Please…”
Another finger was added, making his groan long and loud.
“Fuck, you’re perfect. I’m so going to love sliding my cock inside of you, mate.” Cayman’s words made his dick throb and his hole clench around those fingers.
“Damn, you feel so amazing.” Cayman’s jaw was clenched as if he was trying to fight back his orgasm. Then he added one more digit as he worked to open Glyn up.
He pushed onto them, wanting them inside him even deeper. “Please fuck me,” he begged as his body writhed on the mattress for more of those amazing fingers. Then they were gone and he cried out in desperation for them to return. He was too empty when he ached to be filled.
The blunt head of Cayman’s length was suddenly there and Glyn cried out happily. His eyes met his mate’s as that thick cock pushed into him. His channel was stretched wide and it felt amazing to be so full.
“God, babe, so tight. So damn perfect,” Cayman panted out as he continued to thrust into his body until he was balls deep.
“So full,” he told his mate, loving every damn minute of it. “You need to move. I need you to come inside of me.”
“Shit.” Cayman pressed their foreheads together, jaw tense as he stared deeply into Glyn’s eyes and said, “I love you.”
“I love you, too, now fucking move,” he demanded as the need to find his release was almost too painful to stand.
Cayman pulled back his hips until he was also completely out of Glyn before slamming back in. In the next instant, he was kissed within an inch of his life. Holding onto the back of his mate’s head, he held him there, kissing him with teeth and tongue as his body undulated in time with Cayman’s.
Their coming together was frantic and desperate but Glyn didn’t care. He needed his mate. He craved the thought of Cayman’s seed deep in body while they mated.
Their bodies moved together as if they’d been doing this for years. “Stroke yourself,” Cayman demanded.
Not one to disappoint, Glyn did as ordered and with just a few pulls, his balls drew up and he could feel his release was right there and he was about to come.
Typically, neither of their animals had canines, but when shifters mate, their human ones still drop down to form the mating bond. Teeth pierced the flesh on his neck and his orgasm slammed into him as he did the same to Cayman.
Blood flowed onto his tongue for a moment as his hole clamped down on that thick cock at the same time he felt hot cum fill his channel. Licking the bite closed, he panted as he slowly came down from the euphoria of mating Cayman.
His mate dropped down on top of him, breathing just as hard before rolling off of him, but keeping his arms around Glyn to hug him tight. Curled up against that hard body, Glyn couldn’t stop grinning. He loved this man and now they belonged to each other.
Yeah, he’d willing go through hell all over again for this. Cayman was worth it.