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Breathing in through my nose, I panted, shaking.

I didn’t know how much longer I could hold off.

I needed my mate, and I needed him now. Trying to temper myself, I crept forward and fell to the floor beside the bed.

I leaned toward him, face as close to him as I could from my position.

I brushed his cheek and groaned. His skin was softer than I remembered.

Unable to hold back any longer, I climbed part-way onto the bed and pressed my lips against his cheek.

A moan ripped out of me. He was so smooth and soft.

Mine. Vince was mine. He shifted under me.

I pressed into him, dragging my claws through his hair.

The black strands were far longer than when I’d left, and even since I’d last seen him.

Vince started, panic building. I latched onto the emotion, trying to force myself away. But when his deep brown eyes landed on me, joy rushed through him and every drop of fear leached out of him.

“Sweetheart,” he cried, then suddenly his mouth was on mine.

His thoughts radiated happiness and relief, but mostly need.

My mate needed me as much as I did him. He moaned, and I flicked his bottom lip with my tongue.

He grunted as he yanked me closer to him.

I covered his body with mine, tensing. He didn’t normally like me on top, but Vince didn’t react.

His tongue thrust into my mouth as he cradled the back of my head, fingers sliding through my hair.

“Don,” he moaned. “I missed you.”

Tears rushed to my eyes at his words. I trailed my lips over his cheek and down his neck, tongue flicking out to taste him.

Vince arched when I found a sensitive spot.

I bit him, not enough to mark him. He cried out, pulling me closer.

Vince began to writhe beneath me, his hard cock pressing against me.

“Clothes,” he ordered, hands dragging down my back. “Now.”

I leaned back, staring at my mate. His round pupils were blown wide with arousal and his breath was harsh.

He didn’t have a single stitch of clothing on, allowing me to see all of his glorious pale skin.

His cock jutted up toward his stomach, the head red and swollen, and it leaked pre-seed all over him.

Slowly, I pulled off my clothes, and Vince’s eyes narrowed while he took me in. I expected some thoughts on my weight loss, but all I sensed was more arousal and possessive need.

He thought, Mine .

“Yours,” I replied without hesitation. I stretched my wings out and revelled in the sharp gasp he gave. Vince loved my wings. Smiling, I slid off him and pulled off my trousers. His eyes were locked on my butt from his thoughts. My tail flicked. I wanted my mate inside of me, claiming me.

“Don,” he moaned, voice and thoughts growing desperate.

“Yes,” I said, in response to his thoughts about what he wanted.

He reached for the lube, which was already on the bed, and slicked himself up, cock glistening. “Don,” Vince said, reaching for me.

He wanted to make sure I was ready for him, but I couldn’t hold on any longer. I straddled him and reached back for his cock. I angled it toward me and started to lower onto him.

Vince moaned, hands clamping my hips. “Sweetheart.”

There was a flash of stretch from the sudden intrusion that passed quickly; I didn’t require as much prep as human males did.

I lowered and lifted, keeping my eyes on him, until he filled me completely.

Vince panted beneath me, gripping me. His touch was a tad harder than usual, but not enough to cause pain.

I watched my mate as I rode him, hips rocking and rolling. We’d never done this before, as Vince didn’t like anyone else in control, but he wasn’t struggling this time. He was grunting and groaning, thrusting up into me.

When the head of his cock brushed my cluster of nerves, I cried out.

“So beautiful,” Vince said. “You are so fucking beautiful.”

Heat filled me at the compliment.

“Ride me, Don,” he ordered, “like you want me to fill your hole with so much cum that you will never be free of it.”

I whimpered, and began to slide up and down his thick cock faster.

“Do you like it?” he asked. “Did you miss this?”

“Yes,” I cried. “You fill me perfectly. I’m so full. I needed this. I needed you.”

“Good boy.” Vince grinned, thrusting up into me. “My Don.”

My eyes closed as I moaned.

He bucked under me, pushing harder into me. “Look at me, Sweetheart. I need to see that it’s you.”

I looked at my mate. Peace filled him at the sight of my eyes.

We worked in a perfect rhythm, rocking into each other at a slow, unhurried pace.

I’d expected our fucking to be frantic, but Vince was calm, as if this was expected or the normal outcome of me waking him, not as if I had been gone for so long.

Moans and cries slipped out of my lips with every thrust because his crown hit me perfectly each time. My cock was hard beyond belief, but Vince didn’t touch me. If he did, I’d explode in an instant. Pre-seed leaked out of my tip, covering us.

Vince gripped behind my neck, yanking me into a kiss. I cried into his mouth at the change in angle. His tongue fucked me while his cock claimed my hole. My cock dragged over the line of hair down his stomach and it was enough. My balls hugged my shaft, and I was moments from spilling my seed.

“Vince,” I bit out against his lips.

He captured my mouth again, not willing to surrender me.

I came against his stomach as Vince continued to fuck me, and his mouth swallowed my cries of pleasure.

My release was so intense that I couldn’t hear or see, only feel what my Vince was ripping from my body.

He pumped two more times before his seed filled my hole.

When Vince slid out, I whimpered, bearing down to keep him inside of me. I needed to be connected.

“Hush,” he whispered, kissing my chest. Gently, Vince helped me roll over and he sprawled on top of me. “I’m here. You’re here. We’re here.”

I wrapped my arms around him, shaking. “Vince.”

“It’s all fine, Sweetheart.”

I held him close. He was here, with me. Everything was so much better than I’d ever thought it would be.

Vince fell asleep long before I did. I fought sleep to listen to him breathe and feel his familiar weight on top of me. I’d thought I would never experience it again, and now, here he was.

I would never let him go again. I would tell Vince what I needed so he never left, and I would never, not even if ordered, go anywhere he couldn’t be beside me again.