Page 4 of Devil May Hunt (The Devils of Vitality #8)

“You’re more than perfect. You’re a damn miracle.” He brought one of his wet fingers to the man’s entrance but paused with the top of it resting against his tight rim. “Well, pretty lover? What will it be?”

He wouldn’t let him go even if he denied him again, but choice, even the illusion of it, would help calm him enough Gunho could enter more easily. He truly didn’t want to hurt him. On the contrary, all of his instincts were screaming at him to be gentle, to coax him into agreeing.

Into giving himself over.

Into making himself his.

His.

That was right. Felt right.

He’d belong to him. Gunho would take him, claim him, breed him and—

The man sighed and went lax beneath him. “Just…keep your promise.”

“I’ll do my best.”

“That’s—” He hissed when Gunho wiggled that first digit past his defenses, slipping into him.

It took all of his willpower, but he forced himself to go slow, easing into the smaller man before pumping a few times. When he pulled back, he added the second finger, smirking when the man glared at him again.

“Too fast for you?” he teased. “If you were an omega, you’d create your own slick. My fingers would be drowning in your juices by now, and we wouldn’t have to bother with this.”

“Yeah, well, I’m not an omega.”

“Apparently.” Gunho made a disappointed sound. “I was sort of hoping that wasn’t the case. You smell good enough you might as well be one.”

That wasn’t even remotely true. It was a godsend that this man wasn’t an omega, because if he were, Gunho wouldn’t be able to do this yet. He’d have to take the time to investigate and be sure he hadn’t been sent by his grandfather after all. He’d doubt the scent.

But his grandfather wasn’t behind this, and that smell was real.

Even if it wasn’t from an omega, it was calling to him.

Tempting him.

“What’s your name, pretty lover?”

“We don’t have to do that.” The man shook his head and moaned as Gunho speared in three fingers and picked up the pace. “This is just for tonight. No names.”

Something strange rumbled at the center of Gunho’s chest, and a wave of possessiveness overwhelmed him. He hadn’t gone all his life unable to smell a potential mate, just to be reduced to a one-night stand by the first candidate.

He had to claim him now.

Make him see there was no escaping.

Make him see how perfectly matched they were, so he changed his mind and agreed to the bond.

Holy hell.

Was he already so far gone that he was thinking about the bond for real?

He needed to fuck him. That was it. Once he’d come inside the pretty man, he’d be able to think more clearly.

Gunho pulled his hand free.

“What are you doing?” The man beneath him sounded panicked. “Hold on. There’s no way you’ve stretched me enough to take that!”

“We’ll go slow.” He planted a hand against the man’s nape, forcing him into place, and then used his free hand to spread his ass cheeks and aim his cock.

He was probably right, and Gunho should really go back to prepping him, but that dark speck in his chest was impatient now, urging him to claim the pretty lover and make him his before he could protest again.

“Are you sure you don’t have any Glyph ancestors?

Synastry, perhaps?” His reactions weren’t normal.

There had to be something he was missing.

Gunho paused with his crown pressed against that warm entrance.

“If I find out you and the old man are in this to trap me, I’ll do worse than tear through your hole with my cock. ”

He was horny and a bit tipsy himself, having ingested an entire bottle of fancy Vital liquor in an attempt to drown out the worst of his incoming rut symptoms.

But…Then again, it didn’t really make sense.

His earlier assumptions had to be correct.

His grandfather wouldn’t bother setting him up with someone who wasn’t an omega.

Even if this pretty man had ties to Gunho’s people, his body lacked the proper functions needed to force Gunho to carry on the family line. Vital males couldn’t get pregnant.

It took him longer than it should have to realize the man hadn’t responded to him, and Gunho frowned and glanced down to find that his pretty lover was nodding off.

How much had he had to drink to fall asleep during a time like this?

If that was a habit, it would have to stop. No mate of his would ruin their health in front of him.

There were kinder ways, but Gunho lost his last thread of patience. In one sharp move, he thrust forward, burrowing his thick shaft so deep he bottomed out.

His pretty lover came awake with a howl as he tensed up all over again.

“Relax,” Gunho commanded, rolling his hips in an attempt to help him adjust to his girth.

“It burns,” the man hissed. “Take it out!”

“We’ve only just started, give it a moment.”

“I said, no—”

He slid his cock free and then slammed forward once more, hard enough to rock the couch beneath them. The furniture’s legs scraped against the concrete floor, the noise mingling with another cry from his new mate.

Gunho settled over him, pinning him more securely so he could rut without worrying the man would try to escape again. “Your body is sucking me in,” he praised. “You’re so tight. Even without being wet this is enjoyable for me.”

Though he admittedly missed that aspect of mating. Next time, he’d bring a bottle of lube with him. Since Vitals couldn’t produce slick on their own, he’d help his pretty lover out. It would make this better for both of them.

“Not all of us need it,” the man stated, clearly struggling to form full sentences, yet somehow managing to argue. “Just…go slower.”

“This is slow.”

“Then be gentler.”

“This is gentle.” Gunho was holding himself back as much as he could. He drove into his pretty lover, balls slapping against the plush curves of his ass, and moaned. When he sniffed at the man’s hair, got another strong whiff of that cherry scent, his instincts took over.

Gunho pummeled the other man into the couch cushions, drilling into him hard enough he doubted his pretty lover would be able to stand on his own later.

Which…was an idea he wasn’t entirely opposed to.

In fact…

His rut could last anywhere from a few hours to a few days. Originally, he’d intended to spend it alone, locked in here safely, where he could do no harm. But maybe this was fate’s way of dealing him a good hand for once.

“Since you’re already here,” he purred against the curve of his pretty lover’s ear, “I should use you to the fullest extent of my ability, shouldn’t I?”

The man might have protested, but Gunho’s rut was in control now, and all he heard was the buzzing in his ears and the delicious sounds of their bodies coming together as he rode his new mate into a pleasure-filled oblivion.