Page 23 of Fated Mates and How to Seduce Them (Fated Mates #4)

André pressed the tip of his cock to Ian’s entrance, clawing for control to take it slow, to not just plunge in, but dammit, his lover wasn’t helping his control any.

Ian grasped his hips with both hands, pulling them closer, and André could only groan and give in.

The first slow, steady push into Ian felt divine.

He was so tight, so hot and welcoming, André almost embarrassed himself right there.

As André slid in, Ian gave a long groan of pure pleasure, head thrown back, heels digging into André’s back as he snugged him in more.

Ian’s desire was palpable, so strong André could almost taste it, and any sense he still had evaporated quickly.

He shook, that’s how hard it was to not just thrust and take, to remind himself this moment was about Ian’s pleasure and not his own.

Once he was balls deep inside, he had to pause, to seized the remnants of his control.

André’s head pressed against Ian’s shoulder, breathing ragged.

“André,” Ian groaned in protest. “Move!”

“A second,” André pleaded. Control, control, control. “Just gimme a second. You’re…too good. It’s too good. I want…I need to bite, but it might sting—”

“Fucking do it. I don’t care! Nngh .”

André had to take the man at his word—his higher thought processes had already checked out.

Deeply connected below, he tilted his head and sank teeth into Ian’s hot skin.

He tasted the rich blood as it seeped into his mouth, a wave of pure bliss zinging from the back of his neck to the base of his spine.

Ian tasted like a heavenly ambrosia, and the way the man shuddered under him, like he enjoyed being fed from, only drove André into higher pleasure, until his vision whited out from the sensation.

Ian lifted both legs to wrap around his hips, hooking them at the ankles, and that tore it. The move awakened something primal in André, and he found himself pulling out without meaning to, thrusting in. The friction hit all the right spots, and pleasure raced through his body like wildfire.

“Yesss,” Ian hissed.

Shit, this man was going to be the death of him. André wasn’t complaining. They called orgasm the “little death” for a reason, right?

André found a rhythm, steady but strong, that made Ian writhe around him, hands flexing on André’s back as pleasure overwhelmed him.

André managed to lift his head, to stop feeding from Ian, but it was damn hard.

He focused instead on the pleasure building between them, licking blood from his lips as he became attuned to every gasp, every whine, every plea.

André nailed his prostate with every thrust just because watching Ian come unraveled was entirely too satisfying.

The bed creaked with every thrust, and André had to keep a firm hold against the headboard to keep him from fucking Ian right through it.

Perhaps he should ease up the pace, but this strong, steady thrust satisfied him and Ian, and easing up felt like sacrilege.

Neither of them wanted him to.

André could feel the telltale tingle build in his groin, the sign his climax approached fast. He refused to come first. He shifted one hand down and found Ian’s cock, which was already weeping with pre-come.

Good, Ian was right on the verge too. He put his thumb right against the underside of the head, stroking the main nerve there.

Ian’s back arched, eyes screwed shut as pleasure overloaded his system. He screamed as he came, fingers digging into André’s back. It no doubt would leave bruises for a few seconds, at least.

Seeing his lover come undone under him, feeling Ian’s channel latch down around his cock as he came, sent him right over the edge.

He curled over Ian, breath catching like a sob as he poured himself into the condom.

Normally, sex was an enjoyable pursuit he indulged in.

Never once had he come this hard, where darkness ate at the corners of his vision, where it felt like his spine bent under the force of his pleasure.

He collapsed, and despite knowing he squashed the other man, he couldn’t find the strength to push himself up yet. In a second. Maybe a minute.

Ian’s arms were around his waist, keeping him there. See, he was fine. André could find both brain cells before needing to move.

A good minute passed with them just recovering and enjoying the languid afterglow washing through their systems.

“André,” Ian softly called out, his voice hoarse.

“Mmm?”

“Why the hell did I make you wait two months before we did that?”

André snickered against his shoulder. “See? Next time, listen to me.”

“Stop wriggling. I like you right where you are.”

“I’m squashing you, though.”

“It’s a good squashing. Don’t move.” He sounded quite stern.

Well, if Ian was fine with it, André was content to be there a while longer. It wasn’t like he wanted to move.

Unfortunately, he rather had to, they would stick to each other soon. He shifted enough to pull out and remove the condom, but couldn’t manage to fully let go of Ian just yet. What was this clinginess? Seriously, he never acted like this. Ian just broke all of the rules, apparently.

André wasn’t one to ruin a moment, but he had to apologize. Sucking in a breath, he lifted up on his forearms so he could look as he spoke. “I’m sorry the bite hurt.”

Ian tilted his head as if puzzled by his words. “It didn’t.”

That didn’t sound right to him. Lifting his head a little more, he gave Ian a searching look. “Not at all? Generally, people tell me it stings while I’m feeding.”

Still lounged on the pillows, Ian gave a shake of his head, and he seemed perfectly genuine. “It felt good, actually. No pain.”

A spark of something like incredulity lit in the back of his head. There was no way. “Hold on, let me test something.”

Lifting Ian’s wrist, he licked the skin before lightly biting in. Just two sucks, his eyes on Ian’s the whole time, gauging his reaction. Ian’s eyes dilated a little, lips parted in a pant, but he showed no sign of discomfort.

Surely…not? Surely André was grasping at fantasies right now.

He licked the wound clean before facing Ian again, feeling a type of wonder. “Ian, be perfectly honest with me—no pain? Not even a smart or twinge?”

Ian’s brows furrowed. “No, nothing like that. Uh, André? Why do you keep asking me this?”

“Because…well, that’s not a normal reaction.

Only those who are highly compatible with vampire chemistry feel no pain in a feeding.

” André’s mind whirled with possibilities, and his common sense wasn’t able to keep him grounded for more than a second.

If Ian didn’t feel anything, then was he possibly a mate?

Could André have stumbled into him by chance like this, with such incredible odds?

Shit, could this be why his vampire side had taken one look at Ian and glommed on? Because some part of his instincts recognized what Ian was?

Damn, it was a wild theory, but he couldn’t say it was impossible. Not considering how Ian reacted to a feeding.

Ian blinked rapidly. “Um. Isn’t no pain normally how it goes in novels and movies? Feedings are usually depicted as an arousing scene for both parties, so I’m surprised why you’re acting like it’s not normal.”

“They tend to romanticize reality. I’m legit floored. I had no idea you’d be compatible with vampires.” If he was a mate…well, it was a little too far-fetched, surely. The odds of that happening were astronomical.

The suspicion wouldn’t leave André’s head, though.

He shook the thought off for now, as he wanted to clarify something else. He could come back to that question tomorrow, when they both had better brain power. “So…are we officially dating now?”

“We are officially dating,” Ian confirmed without hesitation. Then he snorted. “I had this plan to take you out on a fancy dinner date and confess to you. You completely derailed me.”

It delighted André so much to get a yes, he didn’t mind this one bit. He snuggled more into the man’s arms, heart feeling like it might well explode from happiness overload.

“You can still take me on a date. I don’t mind,” André assured him.

“Oh, I’m still taking you on a date. I think it’s very much my turn to spoil you. Also, as much as I enjoy the cuddling, we’re starting to stick together.”

“Unfortunately, yeah. Let’s clean up a little and then snuggle.”

“Yes, please.”

It took a few minutes to unravel themselves, clean up, and then get resituated. Ian curled right up against him, head pillowed on André’s shoulder, which was the cutest thing ever.

They talked of trivial things in soft tones, just enjoying each other.

It didn’t surprise André when Ian drifted off to sleep, as the man had a full day.

He kissed his forehead gently, drew the blankets up a little more to cover Ian’s shoulder, and let him sleep.

André almost couldn’t believe he finally had Ian.

Two months. Two months of consistent patience in order to bring about this moment.

It had been incredibly hard at times, thinking he’d never win this guarded man, but now, having his boyfriend tucked into his side, all warm and sleepy, those two months had been incredibly worth it.

André wasn’t sure whether he was more elated or satisfied, but he was incredibly happy.

All was right in André’s world, so he joined Ian in dreamland with a smile lingering on his face.

His last thought was to wonder how Ian felt about morning sex.

Auntie Im waited precisely until André and Ian were upstairs in André’s room before racing for her phone and calling up the mistress. Mrs. Castor would definitely want to hear about this.

She answered quickly, concern in her voice. “ Is everything all right ?”

“It’s good news I’m reporting. Master André brought his boyfriend home with him.”

Mrs. Castor’s voice, normally a warm alto, changed instantly to high-pitched excitement. “ Oh, he’s at the house ? He’ll stay the night, then ?”

“He will, yes.”

Mrs. Castor laughed in delight—cackled, really—before saying, “ Excellent. That means I can finally meet him in person. What’s he like ? André showed me a picture, but what’s your impression ?”

“Very polite, and he has a beautiful smile. I see why Master André’s so taken with him. Shall I set the table for the whole family tomorrow morning, then?”

“ For this, I’ll move my morning meeting. I am not passing up the opportunity to talk with him. I’ll tell my husband, too, as I’m sure he’ll feel the same. Excellent work, Im. Go ahead and go to bed; we’ll let ourselves in. ”

“Of course, ma’am. Good night.” Im hung up the phone with satisfaction. Both of her boys now had good boyfriends.

With a smile, she went about locking doors and turning off lights, shutting the house down for the night. Only then did she think to message Master Benedict and give him a head’s up that the parents were meeting André’s boyfriend in the morning. Just in case he wanted to join them.

She was more than pleased with herself as she went to bed.