CHAPTER 21
Would Caster ever get used to the swell in his heart every time Mark smiled?
That smile was rare, and the witch and now that Alpha would pay for every instance of pain they’d caused him.
His chest constricted for a different reason, a love he couldn’t contain, bursting through to infuse his body with the need to feel Mark’s skin against his.
He was moving before he could formulate thoughts of restraint, and Mark stepped back. He frowned and advanced further into his space, and Mark held out his hands between them in a futile attempt to stop him.
“Stop!” His smile turned into a laugh, and Caster’s heart swelled with love and pride. It was arrogant for him to even think it, but his protection had made it possible for Mark to let his guard down enough to laugh.
He stepped forward so Mark’s palms landed on his chest. Their initial intent to push him away turned into a caress as they both gave in to the need for each other.
But Mark shook his head, his smile wider than Caster had ever seen it. “Your mother won’t wait.”
He grabbed Mark’s wrists and used the momentum to draw him closer, their lips crashing into their indescribable desire for each other.
He tried to pour all his love into the kiss as all the fight left Mark’s body, his tight hold easing into a lover’s touch.
Then they were moving toward the bedroom, the familiarity of the room manifesting in the way he found the bed without breaking the kiss or opening his eyes.
This would be hard and fast; he was too desperate for any tenderness. Would he ever be free of that desperation?
He pushed Mark onto the bed with more force than necessary, and Mark landed with a bounce. The smile was gone, the lightness of the moment replaced by a desperation for each other that engulfed the room with only what he could describe as a manifestation of their shared love.
The covers from last night hindered his need, and he ripped them off the bed with enough force to tear them apart. Mark gasped, but the images in his mind, his attempts to reach for Caster, pull him closer, didn’t indicate fear.
Unable to articulate his need in words, Caster tore at Mark’s shirt, ripping his clothes off in a split second. He started to give his own clothing similar treatment, but Mark shook his head, rising to his knees, reaching for the buttons of his shirt. “Let me?”
Caster swallowed the lump in his throat.
Would he survive Mark’s tenderness? Until Mark, he’d never craved it.
The dominant in him would not let him slow down enough to be the receiver; his need to give, to be in control, was too great to overcome.
He closed his eyes, took a breath, and released it with an acquiescing nod.
Mark’s cool fingers brushed his neck, and he shivered. The unintentional caress was pure torture with every button Mark released, the cool air in the room causing a tingle to run through his exposed skin.
I want to touch you.
He jumped at Mark’s voice in his head, coinciding with the moment his palms glided over his exposed shoulders to ease his shirt out of the way.
“We’ll be late.” Caster’s voice was trapped by the exponential need to continue to feel Mark’s tenderness, but even the low growl in his tone couldn’t work through a mind held captive by a touch he hadn’t known he needed.
Mark reached for his belt. “Will you let me?”
Caster tried to follow the thousands of images flowing past his mind too quickly to decipher, but he was too distracted by a touch that had now moved to his ass. Mark didn’t wait for him to answer, working his belt loose with the same delicate care he had his shirt.
He wanted to stop him, wanted to take control, but he was too distracted by Mark’s mind, by the deliberate strategizing he did nothing to conceal.
When he lay on his belly on the bed as he pushed his pants down his hips, Mark’s intent became clear.
The look on his face was one of pure anticipatory pleasure.
He moaned as he settled on his belly, and it was all Caster could do not to crumble to his knees.
Caster’s jaw tightened against the moan threatening to bubble from his heart when Mark caught his gaze and stroked his exposed cock. The simple soft touch was his undoing, and he called on all his strength to hold on.
Mark raised his head and licked the tip of his cock, and Caster had to call on his reserves of control to keep his knees from buckling. It would not do for him to fall apart right now, not when this is what his submissive wanted.
Mark leaned forward, grabbed his hip in a tight hold, and swallowed his cock. The moan he’d held back earlier would not be restrained a second longer. It came out as a hiss, his hand moving to the back of Mark’s head with little input from his brain.
Mark moaned around his cock, the perfect suction of his lips tearing a path of unbridled pleasure past his lower body to increase the swell in his chest. His hand in Mark’s hair tightened, an action Mark answered with another moan.
Caster opened his eyes, the sight greeting his hazy vision, one he would hold on to forever.
Mark’s magnificent body stretched to the headboard, his feet braced against the pillow.
His head was tilted upward toward Caster, his lips stretched.
But it was the movement of his head as he worked Caster’s cock further down his throat in perfect concert with the movement of his hips against the covers, seeking his own relief, that was Caster’s undoing.
He hissed, curses flowing past his lips when Mark swallowed around him again, and he couldn’t contain himself anymore.
His hold tightened, and Mark answered his request to hand back control by relaxing his jaw.
Caster thrust forward, pushing his cock further down Mark’s throat, refusing to look away from his ass.
He wanted nothing more than to pull out of his mouth, plunge into his body, and give them both what they needed.
But the feel of Mark’s tongue on his sensitive cock was too much to overcome.
He lost the restraint he’d found a few minutes earlier, and his hips established a steady rhythm, one Mark matched with a moan each time Caster pulled out of his mouth.
It didn’t take long for that rhythm to falter.
His grip on Mark’s hair tightened further, the answering muffled moan from Mark lost in his own as he gave in to the orgasm’s pull.
He could do nothing about the weakness in his knees, and he only just held himself from crashing on top of Mark.
When he could feel his body again, Mark was looking up at him with tear-laden eyes and a self-satisfied smile.
He couldn’t resist those lips if he called on all his strength.
The taste of himself on Mark’s lips was one he was certain he would never get used to, as was the way Mark surrendered all control at the first touch, melting into Caster as he pulled him up to his knees.
The need to breathe interfered with his desire for Mark, and he pulled away, their breaths occupying the tiny distance between them. He reached for Mark’s cock, their synchronized moans filling the room as soon as he made contact.
“Are you trying to manipulate me, baby?” His voice was a small whisper as he allowed his hand to glide over Mark’s cock.
Mark’s answer was a long-drawn-out moan.
He tightened his hold, his strokes coming faster.
Mark pleaded with him for release, his hands digging into Caster’s shoulders in a hold tight enough to cause pain.
He was primed for his usual brand of unguarded surrender, and Caster wasn’t sadistic enough to deny him. They had an eternity for that. “Come!”
His body bowed forward, his cock jerked in Caster’s grip, his breath a sharp gasp as he obeyed the command. Caster held him through the assault and found that he didn’t want to let him go, even as his body came down from the heights of his orgasm.
His parents, everyone would wait. He was now coming to terms with the fact that his priorities had changed.
Mark would always come first. His needs, his safety would always be at the top of his list.
Everything else he did would only be in support of that.
Words weren’t necessary as Mark pulled him into the bed.
A few minutes soaking in this undeniable connection with his soulmate wouldn’t hurt.