Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28144 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28144 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
By the time we crossed the threshold into the bedroom, I was rock hard. The thought of claiming my mate had my blood surging with excitement and need. I gently tossed him onto the mattress and relieved him of his clothes with only a few tugs.
Tatum didn’t need to be naked for our bonding, but my animalistic side was in control. My bear needed its mate in his most primal form; to see the body it was going to stake its claim upon.
My boy was just as excited as I was. His cock was hard and throbbing, and his pupils were blown and dark. But before I could quench our physical desires, our souls were crying out for their match. I could feel the need pounding in my chest, and see it in the wildfire burning in Tatum’s gaze.
I crawled over his body, my face hovering above his, but every other inch of our skin touching. I didn’t need to ask if he was sure or ready, because my mate nodded so quickly, his curls bounced against his forehead. His fingers pressed into the back of my head, silently begging for my bite. He needed it, and I would give him everything he craved.
I dropped my mouth to the bend of his throat and dropped hot, wet kisses onto his skin. Tatum whimpered and stretched out his neck, giving me better access. I allowed my canine teeth to drop, and my mate shivered when they grazed against him.
Tatum moaned at the first prick into his supple flesh. The taste of his sweet blood burst across my tongue, fanning my fiery need. I bit deeper, sinking my teeth inside until they grazed his collar bone. He cried out at the contact, and his back arched off of the mattress. His dick mashed against my stomach, leaving a sticky trail behind.
I pulled my canines out of his skin, breathing heavily as I watched his wounds illuminate from within. The light brightened as his skin knit together, and it vanished just as quickly, leaving behind a beautiful pink scar.
I barely recognized my thick, husky voice when I told him, “Our souls and lifelines are forever linked. You’re mine, Tatum.”
“Then take me,” he replied breathlessly. “Please, Daddy; my body is burning for you.”
I kissed him quickly but fiercely before propping up onto my knees between his. I widened his legs and touched my index finger to his pink pucker. “Have you ever had anything here?” I knew my sweet mate had never been with another man, which set my blood alight, but I wondered if he’d ever experimented.
When Tatum replied, “Just my fingers,” his cheeks didn’t even blush. He was too turned on to be shy.
I couldn’t stop the throaty groan that left my lips. “Show me.” I fully intended to retrieve a bottle of lube from the nightstand, but before I could budge, Tatum spat on his hand. I nearly had a heart attack when he slipped his slick index and middle finger into his tight ring.
I couldn’t tear my gaze away from the glorious sight of his digits sliding in and out of his ass. His body accepted them greedily, sucking them down to his knuckles. Tatum whimpered and moaned, and his toes clenched the blanket beneath them.
When he wrapped his other hand around his shaft, I forced myself into action. I wanted to be the one to grant him pleasure. Quick as a blink, I leapt off of the bed to grab the lube, and returned between his legs before he finished a single stroke.
I popped the cap and poured so much clear liquid onto my aching shaft that it slid down my balls and thighs, and onto the mattress. I wanted to make sure my boy was comfortable, as I was much bigger than his fingers, which moved effortlessly within him.
When he saw I was slick and ready, Tatum pulled his fingers free and used both hands to cup his cheeks, spreading them in invitation and pulling his hole into a perfect little ‘O’.
I pressed my fat tip against his entrance and slowly pushed forward. Tatum hissed through his teeth when my crown popped through his ring of muscle. I went statue still until he nodded, signaling for me to move again.
I inched forward at a snail’s pace. Though my body was screaming to take and claim, I would never hurt my boy. He took deep breaths as I moved ever so slowly, until every inch was inside his warm, tight channel.
I gently rocked back and forth, his walls hugging me like a glove. The measured friction was the best type of torture. After a few minutes of me slowly dipping into his tight heat, Tatum’s hands slid onto the backs of my thighs, pulling me deeper.
I thrust into him, this time receiving a lusty moan instead of noises of discomfort. His body had adjusted to my size and was craving more. I let loose of everything I’d been holding back, crashing into him as he cried out my name.