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“It’s at ease.”

Roan hummed. “Are you sure? I have learned to be very patient with you. I can wait longer. That is very nice of me,” he added.

A demented laugh bubbled from Sam’s chest. “Roan, get that cock in me so I can mark you,” Sam insisted. “Otherwise, I’m going to come from you grunting against my ear.”

Roan froze. Sam saw the gears of his mind churning, and he waited with his breath held to see if the teasing would continue or not. Roan’s fingers slid from Sam, and his cockhead kissed the newly emptied space. Sam unconsciously tightened in anticipation. He looked down, getting a glimpse of where Roan’s cock lined up at his entrance, balls tight at the base, and then quickly flashed his gaze elsewhere. He looped his arms around Roan’s neck, gripping a handful of back and shoulder.

Roan hummed, kissing the soft underside of Sam’s jaw, his throat, and then his neck. “You are doing perfectly,” Roan complimented, even though Sam was doing literally nothing. Roan gripped himself and guided, sliding forward into Sam with firm pressure.

Sam squeezed his eyes shut, breath catching as Roan’s cock speared him open, far larger than his fingers had prepared him for, a scalding presence that advanced slowly but surely, until Sam’s eyes were tearing up and firm balls were pressing against his ass.

“Breathe,” Roan encouraged as he went still.

Sam sucked in a sharp breath, then another. Roan rubbed a soothing hand against his thigh. Sam’s legs were spread wide to make room for Roan’s tail. The scales were soft against his skin, the texture an interesting tactile distraction as Sam got used to the feeling inside of him. It was…a lot. A lot a lot.

“Is this okay?” Sam murmured, not even knowing what he was asking.

Roan rumbled in response. He flexed his hips, carefully withdrawing and advancing in a rocking motion. The purring continued as he nipped the skin beneath Sam’s ear, biting down hard, and then following up with open-mouthed kisses that sucked the abused flesh into the heat of his mouth.

Everything was hot. Sweat beaded all over Sam’s body as the tortuously slow pace seemed to exert every muscle in his body until he was quaking and clinging to Roan desperately. Roan moved, lifting so that his weight was off Sam’s chest, and the rocking gradually transformed into thrusts.

Sam tried to absorb all of it. The squeak of the mattress, the spring that gave way during each thrust. The squelch soon turned to slaps as Roan’s thrusts sped up, intensified, and balls collided with ass loud enough to draw a sound. Roan’s rumbling was louder than his breaths, and Sam’s gasps were louder than it all.

Roan drew out grunts and moans, desperate curses until finally, he had a song ofplease please pleasepouring from Sam’s lips as his cock struck tortuously against a bundle of nerves inside that set his entire body alight.

Sam stopped breathing. His body jerked and convulsed erratically as his cock began twitching. Roan grasped Sam’s cock, pumping him with a firm, slick hand as Sam’s orgasm swept through him with an overwhelming force. Incoherently, Sam yanked Roan closer, a mouthful of skin beneath his teeth as he bit down.

Roan’s hips jutted forward, a snarl on his lips as he climaxed.

Roan pumped Sam’s cock until he began to twitch, sensitivity replacing the fire.

Sam’s own pleasure petered out, and he whined as he grabbed Roan’s hand, stopping the jerking on his now over-sensitive cock. Roan gripped Sam’s hips instead, weight dropping as he tunnelled hard into Sam with pleasured groans. Gradually, his thrusts petered out too, and he went still with his cock buried deeply into Sam.

Cum slipped out – Sam could feel it running down his crack – but though he spared a thought for the sheets, in that moment, Sam couldn’t care less. He held Roan to him as they caught their breaths.

Chapter Thirty-Three

Sam lay out, feeling exquisitely ruined. Wanted and desired. Used and satiated. Roan stroked Sam’s stomach. Kissed the dip of his collarbone.

“Good,” Roan said.

Sam’s body heated. The simple word washed over him, itching its way beneath his skin and lighting him up all over again. It probably said something about his self-esteem that the word, something he would interpret as dismissive if someone else told him it was all a partner said after sex, somehow made everything even better.

Now that he knew Roan enjoyed it too, his mind relaxed. His body went slack, and he let out a long breath of relief. “It was good?”I was good? was the unspoken question Sam couldn’t bring himself to ask, feeling too vulnerable for that.

Roan’s mouth moved to the crook of Sam’s neck, tongue and teeth making his skin blossom red. Sam shuddered, loving the feeling pricking over his skin.

“Good,” Roan confirmed, nuzzling his neck. “I knew you would be good for me.”

Sam felt like he didn’t do much of anything, but he could feel Roan’s satisfaction in every kiss, every stroke, in the release seeping out onto his bare skin down below. “Okay,” Sam whispered. “Okay. Good. I’m glad. Let’s do it again then.”

Roan chuckled, low and husky. He shifted his weight onto his elbows and pressed the softest of kisses on Sam’s still bruised brow. “We will rest,” Roan said.

“I’ve been doing nothing but resting all day.”

“Rest. Be good for me, and I will enjoy you in the morning.”

Sam opened his mouth, only to close it without saying anything. He wondered if that kind of flat statement should make him angry. If it should provoke a different reaction, instead of a plumping-up cock. Pretending he wasn’t aroused, he nudged his nose against the side of Roan’s face – who was busy pressing kisses to his neck again.