Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 54305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 272(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 272(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
He lifted his mouth from Ethan’s, licked along his jaw, and nipped at his earlobe. “You’ve had enough blood for one night. Put the fangs away, and I’ll let you suck my cock.”
A full-body shudder ran through his mate. “Yes,” he moaned. Ethan’s fingers instantly disappeared from his shirt and hair only to latch on to his pants. He desperately tugged at Marcus’s belt, fighting to free his dick.
Marcus released Ethan and the smaller man dropped to his knees in the filthy alley, leaving Marcus to brace his hands on the wall as his hard length was consumed by scorching heat and bone-melting wet suction. Ethan sucked his dick like he wanted to drink every ounce of his soul.
Cupping the side of Ethan’s face, Marcus stared down in the shadowy darkness to find his wide eyes watching him while his lips were beautifully stretched around his length. He thrust to the back of his throat and Ethan whimpered, sending the most delicious vibrations along his dick. That perfect tongue worked around him, caressing him. He fucked his mouth, losing himself in the sensation and the sounds of pleasure escaping his mate.
This was amazing.
But it wasn’t enough.
He needed to remind Ethan exactly who he belonged to.
Grabbing a fistful of hair, he held Ethan still as he pulled his cock completely free of his mouth. Ethan tried to chase it, a little moan slipping out, but Marcus tightened his grip. “Open your pants. I want to fuck you.”
“Here?” Ethan gasped while at the same time, his hands jumped to his button and zipper.
“Yes.” The single word escaped Marcus in a hiss.
Ethan stood and shoved his pants to his thighs, but as he started to turn Marcus bent and grabbed him by his thighs, lifting him up. Pinning Ethan to the wall with his legs folded between them, Marcus shoved into his tight hole. His lover howled in a mix of pain and pleasure as muscles contracted around Marcus, pulling him in deeper, holding him tighter.
“Fuck!” Ethan cried, but his demands turned to angry snarls. “Dark. Make it dark. Your dick has been out in the public long enough. No one else is allowed to see it.”
As he thrust into his lover, Marcus set his special gift free, sucking away all the light in the alley. Pitch blackness reigned. Nothing could penetrate the gloom he created. He lost all sight of Ethan, but he could feel his perfect body, hear his fractured pants, and smell the mixing scent of sweat and sex.
Marcus’s orgasm was rushing toward him too fast, igniting little fires throughout his body until he threatened to burn up completely. But not before Ethan. He changed the angle of his thrusts, waiting to hear just the right sound.
Ethan cried out, his pants turning to begging as Marcus pegged his prostate perfectly, over and over again. When his lover exploded, Marcus followed him over the cliff, slamming his mouth over Ethan’s to drink down his scream of ecstasy. Marcus’s brain shorted out, but it didn’t matter. He was holding the man he loved, and no one would ever touch him.
When he could conjure up a clear thought, Marcus let go of his hold on his power, letting the meager glow from the nearby street leak into the alley. He carefully removed his dick from Ethan’s ass but didn’t release his hold on his lover.
Ethan’s breath brushed across Marcus’s ear in deep, hard pants. “I’m still pissed at you,” he grumbled while tightening his grip on Marcus’s shirt as if he could pull him closer.
Shutting his eyes, Marcus rested his head on Ethan’s, trying to gather the energy to move. Now that the irrational jealousy had been spent, and he’d marked Ethan like a damn animal, his brain was working, and shame burned through him. But in his defense, Ethan had deliberately pushed him to this point.
“Do you think you can stand?” he asked gently.
Ethan grunted and Marcus slowly allowed Ethan’s legs to straighten and drop to the ground.
“What’s going on with you?”
And that was the wrong thing to say. Ethan’s head snapped up, anger flaring bright in his eyes as he jerked his pants into place. He made a sound of disgust as he used his shirt to wipe up the cum that was smeared across his stomach and the front of his pants.
“Did you know that the last time you took me to hunt, it was exactly this time?” Ethan demanded. “Just like the time before that and the time before that.” He took a step toward Marcus and despite being several inches taller, Marcus still retreated.
A sick feeling twisted in his stomach. He could guess where Ethan was going with this, and Ethan had a right to be pissed.
“Ethan—”
“You didn’t take me to hunt because you thought of me or wanted to spend time with me or were even worried about me. You’ve turned me into an item on your to-do list. I’m a reminder on your calendar!” Ethan took another step closer and poked him in the center of his chest. “I’m your mate, not a to-do item, and you will treat me as such.”