Chapter Twenty-Nine
Leyden’s kisses spread all over his face, grounding Connor in a way he didn’t expect. He was still nervous, but his arousal was higher than it had ever been in his life and that was knocking his nervousness back with a slap.
“We don’t have to do everything tonight.” Leyden’s growl sent shivers down Connor’s spine.
“I know.” Connor tilted his head back, giving Leyden more room. “I want to. I want to know what it’s like with you inside me.”
The words came easier than he’d expected – probably because they were the unvarnished truth.
Leyden’s eyes were so dark they were almost black. Heat flooded through their bond - sharp, intense desire that made Connor’s breath catch.
“You’re sure?”
“Absolutely.” Connor straightened and met those eyes. “I trust you.”
Something shifted in Leyden’s expression. Tenderness mixed with hunger. He cupped Connor’s face and kissed him – this time soft and deep. Love poured through the bond. An overwhelming, all-consuming love that Connor was still learning to accept, but it warmed his soul and settled his wolf.
“Lie down for me, hon,” Leyden said against his mouth.
Connor shifted, stretched out on the bed, the nerves in his belly fluttering as Leyden grabbed the lube from the nightstand drawer. Connor tried to regulate his breathing – almost impossible with what he knew was going to happen. Because it was… This is really happening.
Leyden positioned himself between Connor’s legs. The vulnerability of the position made Connor’s skin prickle with awareness.
“Tell me if anything hurts or if you want to stop.”
“I will.”
Connor watched Leyden slick his fingers. Long, strong fingers that had held him and protected him for weeks.
“I can either prop your butt up on pillows, or if you roll to one side and lift your top knee toward your chest, that might be easier for you.”
Instructions. Connor could deal with that.
While he’d love to keep watching Leyden’s face straight on, he also wasn’t a fan of having his butt propped up on pillows.
That sounded weird…and as Connor knew where his asshole was, Connor felt the side position made more sense.
He rolled and moved his top knee, so it was closer to his chest. I’m so open right now.
Or not. Connor tried not to tense as Leyden’s fingers circled his entrance, slowly massaging the muscle. The sensation was foreign - not bad, just strange. Connor did his best to breathe slowly and evenly, just letting the new sensations move through him.
Leyden’s was watching him closely. “You okay?”
“Yeah. Just...new.”
“I know.” Leyden’s thumb rubbed a soothing circle. “We’ll go slow.”
The tip of one finger suddenly pressed inside. Connor tensed automatically.
“Breathe out, hon,” Leyden murmured. “Relax for me.”
Connor exhaled, consciously unclenched muscles that wanted to fight the intrusion. The finger slid deeper. Leyden was moving slowly, being careful, giving him time to adjust.
“How’s that?”
“Strange.” Connor frowned, trying to analyze the sensation. “Not painful. Just...different.”
Leyden moved his finger slowly. In and out, letting Connor’s body get used to the rhythm. After a minute, the strangeness faded. Connor’s hips rolled a bit, seeking more sensations.
“Okay?”
“Yeah. More.”
Connor felt every stretch, every careful press as Leyden worked to relax his body, adding a second finger when Connor nodded permission, and then a third.
The third finger caused a slight burn, making Connor’s breath hitch. It wasn’t painful exactly, but he definitely knew his ass was being stretched.
Then Leyden wiggled a finger, while it was inside of him, touching something that made stars explode behind Connor’s eyes.
“What was that?” Connor gasped.
“That good?”
“Yeah.” His cock twitched against his stomach, suddenly fully hard again. “Do it again.”
Leyden stroked that spot deliberately. Pleasure shot up Connor’s spine. He arched his back, a strangled moan escaping before he could stop it.
Holy shit.
“I think you’re ready,” Leyden said, withdrawing his fingers.
The loss left Connor feeling empty. He nodded, breathing hard. Twisting his upper torso, he watched as Leyden slicked his cock. It was thick and hard, and Connor had a moment of nerves. How the hell is that going to fit?
“You can still change your mind.”
“I’m not changing my mind. I want this. I want you.”
Lying on his side, so his chest was close to Connor’s back, Leyden positioned himself at Connor’s entrance. The blunt head of his cock pressed against Connor’s loosened hole and Connor couldn’t help tensing up again.
“Breathe out, hon.” As Connor let out a deliberate long breath, Leyden pushed forward.
It was just the tip at first. Connor’s body resisted. Leyden kept the pressure on as Connor panted breathe out, breathe out. Then the resistance gave way and Leyden was in. Just a bit, but to Connor it felt huge.
Connor’s breath hitched and stuttered. His fingers were dug into the previously wrinkle-free sheets. The burn was sharper now, the stretch more intense than fingers had been.
“Okay?” Leyden froze, completely still.
“Yeah. Just…go slow.”
Leyden kept his thrusts small – more nudges than full on pushes. Connor felt every small increment of Leyden’s dick as it burrowed it’s way inside. Connor focused on breathing, on relaxing, holding tight to the love and concern flooding through their bond.
It wasn’t painful. He was conscious of the pressure and of feeling incredibly full.
Connor scooped his arm under his top thigh, stretching his leg higher, giving Leyden more room to move. “More.”
Leyden sank deeper, his abs skimming Connor’s butt. Connor didn’t know how the logistics worked – but somehow it did.
“Almost there,” Leyden gritted out. His voice was strained, and Connor could feel the tension running through his whole body. “You feel so good.”
“Feels full.” Connor wiggled his hips slightly, tested the limits of the stretch. “Really full.”
“Too much?”
“No. Just…” Connor wiggled his hips again and they both groaned. Sensation sparked along Connor’s nerves. “Give me a minute.”
He needed to adjust. Needed his body to accept what was happening. Leyden stayed perfectly still, his cock fully lodged inside Connor’s ass. He was distracting Connor with kisses across his shoulders, up the side of his throat and even over Connor’s claiming scar.
Connor breathed out and pressed his torso back, wishing he could be holding his mate, but knowing Leyden was trying to be careful with him.
There would be other times and other positions, but for now it was enough that Leyden’s scent filled his nose, and the heat from his mate’s body was pressed against his back.
Finally, Connor’s body relaxed around Leyden’s cock “Okay,” he whispered, his voice low. “Please move.”
There was the drag of a slow pull out, then a push as Leyden thrust forward again. Only shallow thrusts at first, as Leyden checked in with him again.
“How’s that?”
“Good.” Connor groaned and his eyes fluttered closed. “Really good.”
Leyden found his rhythm. Long, slow strokes that lit up nerves Connor didn’t know he had. But it wasn’t just the physical sensations but emotional ones as well. Because they were already bonded, Connor could feel Leyden’s pleasure mixing with his own until they echoed each other.
Connor met his mate’s thrusts, learning the dance. His cock bobbed and leaked between the sheets and his abs, until Leyden scooped it up and curled his fingers around it.
“You feel amazing,” Leyden panted in Connor’s ear. “So fucking perfect.”
“Leyden… I didn’t know it could feel like this…” Connor’s voice broke as Leyden’s love and pleasure flooded through him. For the first time Connor felt the connection between them in a physical sense. But it wasn’t just the physical connection, but the love in their bond underneath it.
It was fucking incredible.
Leyden angled his hips and nailed Connor’s prostate. Connor cried out, the sheets crumpled under his fingers as he pushed back in pleasure. Leyden’s strokes on his cock were sending his arousal higher…
“There. Right there. Don’t stop.”
Every thrust seemed deeper and harder. Leyden was giving Connor something he didn’t know existed. Layer upon layer of pleasure grew and the dual sensation of fullness and friction against his cock pushed him toward the edge.
“I’m close,” Connor gasped. “Leyden, I’m…”
“Let go. I’ve got you.”
Connor came with a shout. His orgasm slammed through him harder than anything he’d experienced alone. His whole body shook with the force of it, ass clenching around Leyden’s cock, his rhythm stuttering.
Leyden thrust deep one last time, before Connor felt the warmth of his release. Marking Connor with his scent from the inside the same way his scar marked him from the outside.
Mine. Finally, completely mine.
The thought echoed between the two of them.
Leyden’s head rested on Connor’s shoulder, his body pressed firmly against Connor’s back. For a while the only sound was harsh panting as both men worked to get their breathing under control.
“Holy shit,” Connor said when he could speak again.
Leyden huffed a laugh against his shoulder. “Yeah.”
“That was…” Connor struggled for words. Nothing seemed adequate. “Nothing like I expected.”
“Bad unexpected?”
“Good unexpected.” Connor reached back, touching Leyden’s shoulder. “When I touched myself before, it was just physical. Getting off. But this was nothing like that.”
“This was making love.”
“Yeah.” Connor turned his head to one side, and Leyden leaned over his shoulder kissing the side of Connor’s mouth.
“Let me pull out so I can hug you properly.”
Leyden pulled out slowly, but Connor still winced at the drag, suddenly aware of muscles he’d never paid attention to before.
“Are you sore?”
“A few twinges. Nothing major.” Connor caught Leyden’s hand and kissed it. “Well worth it.”
After cleaning them up with a handful of wipes, Leyden settled beside him and pulled Connor into his arms. Connor went willingly, the exhaustion and satisfaction washing over him.
Leyden’s contentment was flowing through their bond, along with his love, and Connor hoped his mate could feel his own similar feelings.
“Thank you,” Connor said quietly. “For waiting. For being patient with me.”
“You were always worth waiting for.” Leyden kissed the top of his head. “You’re everything to me.”
“Love you, too.” Connor closed his eyes, letting the steady thump of his mate’s heartbeat lull him into sleep.