Page 143 of Grave Beginnings
“You are so beautiful,” Angel said with a sharp exhale as he prepared himself, rolling a condom on and adding more slick.
Every second stretched with building anticipation and need as I waited for him, listening to his heartbeat, the sound of lube coating his hot skin, and his ragged breaths. Then his hands were on my hips, lifting me to settle me over his thighs in one smooth motion. He leaned into me, pinning me to the headboard and pillows; a wall of heat, solid and unyielding. He positioned himself at my entrance, his eyes never leaving mine. I could see the question in them, the need for my consent, my readiness. I nodded again, my body aching with need.
His cock traced my entrance in a teasing kiss, and I desperately wanted him in me.
“Fuck,” I groaned, throwing my head back to stave off shooting before he could fill me.
“Look at me,” he requested, and I met his molten gaze. He traced my thigh with his fingertips; slow, deliberate, and waiting, even as I was desperate for that initial burn. “Let me show you what it means to be bonded to a shifter,” he said as he pushed into me.
A half second and my body gave way, letting him slide inside, and I groaned, shifting my hips to take more of him. He pushed forward slowly, inch by inch, filling me. I gasped at the intensity as his cock sank deep, measured and steady, until he bottomed out. I throbbed, both with the halfheartedly unwelcome intrusion as I adjusted to his size, and the need for friction.
“Holy fuck,” I groaned as he waited, hands on my hips to hold me in place.
“Perfect fit,” Angel teased as he kissed my jaw. He paused, allowing us both to savor the moment. And then he began to move. A slow slide out and a stuttering thrust back in. Pressed to the headboard, I could only hold on for the ride. I wrapped my calves around his lower back and met him thrust for thrust. The sounds tumbling from my lips were little more than incoherent gibberish as he sucked on my collarbone and fucked me until we both dripped sweat. His cock tickled my prostate and nearly made me swallow my tongue each time he seated himself to the hilt.
“Angel,” I moaned, his name the only thing that made any sense on my lips.
Electric pulses of energy, magic, and pleasure ricocheted through me, snapping and biting in the most delightful way. I sucked in air at the waves of cold and hot, trying to catch my breath and losing myself in the snap of his hips.
Angel dragged me backward, sprawling on his back on the bed, mouth latched to mine, body thrusting up into me. With me suddenly on top, the angle was deeper, and I ground into him, savoring the stretch, the glide, and his burrowing heat. I swore I could feel his heartbeat through his cock, pulsing in my ass in time to my own racing rhythm. He held the back of my neck in a firm grasp, lips to mine, his other hand stroking my cock, squeezing just before I could erupt in release, staving off the final orgasm until I thought I’d go blind with the need to come.
He moved with a deliberate rhythm, each plunge sending waves of pleasure crashing through me as I met his every thrust. We moved in sync, fast and demanding, sliding together with wet, delicious sounds that magnified the rising heat in my belly. I ground against him, close to the edge, needing release.
“Fuck, Angel, so close,” I whispered, voice hoarse with need. His name was a plea and a promise all at once. My ass clutchedhis cock, trying to keep it deep, even while we rode out the orgasm together.
“Come for me, love,” he demanded as he ground his hips into me, hands on my ass to spear deep.
I spurted over his hand, onto his chest, and he yanked me down for a fierce kiss to muffle his cry and swallow mine as we both shattered into a million pieces. Our woven magic erupted like fireworks, sparkling around us, though that could have been my imagination. I sucked in ragged breaths, coming down as I leaned over him, using him as a giant pillow.
Neither of us made any move to separate yet, and my entire being sang with a connection unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. I rested my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat and fast breath as he wrapped his arms around me.
The sparkles were real.
“Uh… is that good or bad?” I asked, staring at the flittering light show.
“Good,” Angel said decidedly.
“Yeah?”
“It’s our bond strengthening. Showing how well we are meant to fit together.”
He fit me just fine. And we lay there for a long time, bodies still entwined, our spend cooling on our skin. I traced lazy patterns over his tattoos, sleep tugging me down, though I feared this had all been a dream and I’d wake up alone. My touch sent shivers through him and I felt him harden again.
“Fast recovery,” I mumbled into his pec.
He laughed, which rubbed my dick against his stomach, waking me up again. “Welcome to being mated to a shifter,” Angel said.
“You never said anything about being an Energizer Bunny for my libido.”
He snorted and kissed my hair. “Let me clean you up a little. We’ll eat the steak and we’ll rest.”
I sighed with disappointment, though had to admit I was exhausted and my legs felt like jelly. My ass would probably ache tomorrow too—the man was well built all around. “You make a nice pillow. Nap first, then eat.”
“Yeah?” He grunted as he slid out of me, holding the condom and discarding it, and I grumbled at the loss of his warmth. He vanished into the bathroom and returned with a wet washcloth and wiped me down, returning it to the bathroom before tugging me the right way on the bed and snuggling us both down beneath the blanket.
The lights faded, flickering out as I blinked sleepy eyes at the room. “I hope this isn’t a dream, but I like you too much for you to be real,” I said as I closed my eyes.
“Sleep, Jude. I like you a lot too,” Angel promised.