3. Nathan #3
Marcus drops immediately and I step back behind him while he kneels on the tile in front of me, huge and powerful and still willing to bare himself completely for me.
I marvel at the swell of his buttocks, the slight covering of white-blond hair on his cheeks, the darker golden hair covering his ass crack.
The sight nearly steals my breath.
Sometimes our mating goes like this—rough and frantic and half-feral. Sometimes it’s slower. Tender. Worshipful.
But not now. Now we both need violence threaded through pleasure badly enough that it aches.
With the pants around his thighs, Marcus can’t spread his legs, and that’s going to be a problem unless I fix it.
I grab the material and jerk it, pulling the jeans off one leg.
I kneel behind him and free my rock hard dick, then shuffle up and push Marcus’ right leg up while he braces one hand against the floor.
I hook my arm under his leg, catching it at the knee, then lift, opening his ass up nicely.
“Look at this,” I murmur, tracing my fingers over his tight hole. “Just waiting for me.”
Marcus clenches instantly beneath my touch. His skin is so warm. I lick my fingers slowly while holding his gaze. His pupils blow wide. Then I push my fingers inside him.
Marcus gasps hard enough his whole body jerks. I find his gland immediately. Marcus’ eyes glaze and he begins to pant. I shove a second finger in, knowing the dry burn is feeding his desire. Marcus arches and ruts on my fingers, grunting and groaning every time I drive the digits in deep.
“Fuck—Nathan—”
Need crashes between us through the bond.
His.
Mine.
I’s so intense I can barely separate where one of us ends and the other begins.
“Two’s all you’re getting,” I rasp finally.
Marcus whimpers. Actually whimpers.
“Gonna fuck you now.”
“Fuck me,” he says over and over as if he’s locked ont the only two words he can manage. I spit on my palm, rubbing the saliva over my cock. It’s not enough, but I know Marcus can take it. Needs to, with the mood he’s in.
Neither of us wants gentle right now.
I line myself up and grip Marcus’ hip hard.
Then I thrust in deep with one brutal motion.
“Agh!” I pull Marcus to me and thrust again, my cock sinking into Marcus’ heated ass, the soft walls constricting and dragging against my length. My balls slap Marcus’ ass, making my eyes cross, pleasure and pain melding in me, flowing from me to Marcus and back again.
Marcus gasps and claws at the floor, his arm, anything he can reach, it seems. I throw my head back and withdraw a few inches, then shove back in, setting a brutal pace, jarring us both with each thrust, moving Marcus along on the floor until finally Marcus slaps a hand out and catches the side of the tub.
He stiffens his arm and gets some leverage, enough to ram back into my thrusts, then it’s over in a flash.
I shout, a wordless sound that tears at my throat as I batter into Marcus’ ass.
Marcus bucks and rams back, his inner muscles clenched so tightly around my cock that I’m suddenly trapped in Marcus’ body.
The rippling walls pull my climax from me, and I go blind for a few moments with the intensity of my pleasure as I come deep inside Marcus.
The tang of Marcus’ cum in the air only fuels my release, making me shiver and spurt more spunk than I possibly ever have before.
Minutes later, when I can breathe without wheezing like an old geezer, I blink and focus my eyes on Marcus, who’s grinning and watching me back. “That was pretty much the hottest thing ever,” Marcus says, his voice rough and raw-sounding..
“It was,” I agree, not having much more vocal skills than Marcus.
I clear my throat and glance down as I pull my cock from Marcus’ ass.
Cum leaks from his hole and I thumb some of it back in.
I like the thought of him walking around dripping with my spunk.
“Too bad we have to go. Gabe and Mika need to borrow our jet to get to Amsterdam.”
Marcus glowers teasingly then begins pushing himself up off the floor.
I scramble back and rise as well. “Yeah. We should all be paying more attention to the shifter politics everywhere. I’d heard there was a coup over there but it wasn’t really my business.
Maybe it should have been all of our business. ”
I know Marcus means all the Alpha Anaxes, and I agree. “Yep. Like the United Shifters Nations or something. What happens if there’s an emergency, shifters are found out or something? There really should be more…form to the shifter government, or more communication, I mean.”
“Agreed.” Marcus puts a hand on my lower back and pops it with a sexy stretch.
His ass is so round and perfect, his cock bobbing, the arch of his back showing off muscles and abs and pecs and—”Too bad we have to meet Gabe and Mika now.
” Marcus smirks at me then dances away when I swat at his plump butt.
“You’re mean, teasing me like that,” I tell him, but I’m trying not to laugh. I love being able to joke with Marcus, love just being alive, considering that we’ve survived an attack on our lives only weeks ago.
“And you love me madly.” Marcus saunters up to me and nods. I do, indeed.