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“You have too many clothes on,” Rocco pointed out as he started unbuttoning his shirt.

“We need rules.”

“You’ve got a safe word.”

“I need a safe position.”

Rocco paused, raising an eyebrow in question as Emmy rolled to the floor so he could extract himself from the long jacket and the rest of the formal wear he was wearing.

“I told you, I can restrain you.”

The rest of the world faded away as Emmy turned to him. Naked. Beautiful. Needy in a way Rocco knew only he had ever seen.

“Do it,” Emmy said, turning back to the bed and crawling up onto it until he was exactly how Rocco had described earlier—on his hands and knees, back arched, muscled ass cheeks begging to be spread as that enticing hint of silver from the plug he was wearing peeked out between them.

Rocco moaned as he shrugged his shirt off, squeezing the base of his cock as he took in the vision his husband made and tried not to lose it completely.

Reaching for his magic, he used tiny currents of air to trace a path of coolness up his husband’s legs and sides, sparking a full-body shiver.

Continuing up, he let his power loop around Emmy’s wrists to hold them where they were.

Emmy immediately tested the bonds, his arm and shoulder muscles tensing as he pulled against the restraint. A whine left his mouth as he found himself trapped, but the erection between his legs didn’t flag.

Climbing up onto the bed behind him, Rocco placed a calming hand on the small of his back before sliding it forward to press between his shoulders until Emmy dropped to his elbows, deepening the arch of his position.

“You good, puppy?”

“I can’t believe I’m willingly letting you restrain me,” he grumbled.

“You can return the favour with your ropes sometime,” Rocco offered.

Emmy’s head whipped around in surprise, and Rocco took advantage of the position by pressing a kiss to his lips.

He’d meant it to be soft and quick. A tease.

Instead, as soon as Emmy’s lips parted, he pushed forward into the kiss, devouring him with a groan as his aching cock slid along Emmy’s balls between his thighs.

Rocco cried out as his husband clenched around the plug he was still wearing, only adding to the sensual torture he was feeling.

“How’s that magical sex toy working out for you?” Emmy teased, his head hanging down as his ribs expanded and contracted with panting breaths.

Reaching down, Rocco grasped the base of the plug firmly as he pressed his chest to Emmy’s back.

Another moan left him as he slowly pulled the toy out of his husband’s body that was clenching tight enough to strangle his cock in phantom sensations as Emmy’s ass tried to suck the metal back inside.

When only the tip was left, he fumbled with the bedside drawer beside him for the lube, making sure the plug was nice and slick before shoving it back inside his husband in one swift motion.

“Yes!” Emmy groaned. “Again.”

Frustrated at the way he could no longer look into Emmy’s eyes, Rocco pulled away and hoisted his husband’s lower half up, flipping him over onto his back as his magic kept Emmy’s hands pinned where they were, now crossed over above his head.

Unable to resist the temptation of his spread legs, he leaned in close to trace a path around the base of the plug with his tongue, relishing in the moans falling from his husband’s lips.

They were both trembling with need already, and they’d barely even started.

Ravenous for more , Rocco crawled up his body with a path of biting kisses before nipping at his collarbone.

“What are you doing? I could bite you from here,” Emmy gasped, straining toward him until he could nose into his throat.

With a grin, Rocco kept moving up until he was straddling Emmy’s face before spinning around onto his hands and knees and swallowing his husband’s cock down to the root.

“Fuck!” Emmy’s cry was loud enough that it would’ve been heard down the block if Rocco hadn’t encased his apartment in soundproof shielding weeks earlier.

The sound sent a shiver of warm breath over Rocco’s too-sensitive dick that was now hovering over Emmy’s mouth.

A burst of flavour filled his mouth as he sucked down the pre-cum leaking from his husband’s cock.

Pulling back a little, he used his tongue and mouth to explore Emmy’s body the way he’d been desperate to since the first time he’d set eyes on him.

At least he tried to. That modicum of restraint only lasted until the first lap of Emmy’s tongue on his own length.

Then his eyes were rolling back in his head as he tried to control his hips from rocking down to fuck his husband’s face.

“Feed it to me,” Emmy gasped. “Need it.”

Groaning, Rocco let himself press down into the warm, wet heat of his husband’s mouth.

The vibration of Emmy’s returning moan on top of all the other sensations rushing through him almost sent him over the edge.

As did the way he was thrusting down his throat.

He might’ve worried that Emmy was lacking a way to tap out if he needed, but any concern he had was eliminated minutes later when his husband’s knees drew up and his strong, muscled legs wrapped around his torso to lift him off his face.

“I need more. Ride my face so I can loosen you up.”

Rocco tried to gasp in surprise, but it didn’t work terribly well with how full it was of alpha-shifter cock.

Pulling off, he twisted over Emmy’s body so he could look him in the eyes.

What he saw there had need thrumming through his veins until the world narrowed to nothing but his husband.

His mate . Pupils dilated. Eyes flashing golden with his wolf.

Flushed with pleasure and lips swollen from the face fucking he’d taken.

Emilio was a vision Rocco would never forget.

Somehow, Emmy managed to twist himself enough that he could use his legs to overbalance Rocco toward him until he was doing just what his mate had asked—sitting on his face.

His moans turned to whimpers as Emmy’s tongue pressed at his hole, lapping at him like he was his last meal as he worked him open until his deliciously long tongue could slide inside to work him over.

It was too much. He couldn’t take another second without his mate inside him.

Spinning around, he grabbed the lube and poured far too much over Emmy’s cock before grabbing the base so he could direct it into his body.

Their eyes met and held, unblinking, as he pressed the tip to his hole and lowered himself inch by inch.

“Fuck, yes,” Emmy groaned, holding himself rigidly still until Rocco was flush with his pelvis.

Lifting himself up, Rocco squeezed his muscles tight around the intrusion inside him that felt like a part of himself he’d been missing for all his decades before dropping back down hard enough to force the breath from his lungs .

“You gonna knot me, puppy?” Rocco gasped as he kept riding his mate.

“Doesn’t work until I mate you,” Emmy moaned, his fangs lengthening as his eyes locked onto the base of Rocco’s neck where it met his shoulder. The place he would bite. One day. “I don’t know if I can take fucking you without it.”

There was real pain in his voice. Real desperation. That wouldn’t do.

Lifting himself clear, Rocco flipped his mate back onto his hands and knees.

The lube bottle was a mess of slick as he grabbed it again.

Then he was pulling the toy that had been torturing them both all night out of his mate and pressing himself inside in its place.

Thrusting hard. Feeling like if he just kept going deep enough, he could live inside this creative, violent, addictive man.

“Rocco. Fuck. Please. Don’t stop. Don’t ever fucking stop,” Emmy cried, arching as he pushed back to meet every thrust.

Grabbing Emmy’s hips in a grip that would’ve left bruises on a human, Rocco finally lost the last of his control. He was nothing but need and pleasure. Nothing but a tool for the universe to serve his amazing mate the ecstasy he deserved.

Reaching around Emmy’s body, he pressed them close as he took his mate’s cock in his still slick hand, stroking it in time to his thrusts.

A scream echoed in the room. He didn’t even know whose. Maybe both of theirs. And then the world turned white as pleasure detonated inside them. The peak, a hurricane of hedonistic perfection as his cum pumped into his mate’s body, marking him as his.

Somewhere in the storm of their passion, he lost control of the power he’d been using to hold Emmy.

His mate turned into his body, nestling close, as he finally collapsed next to him on the bed.

Eyes still glittering with latent desire, Emmy scooped up his cum that had spilled down Rocco’s fingers and fed it to him in a burst of delicious flavour before rubbing the last of the sticky mess onto his throat—marking him back.

Smirking, Rocco threw an arm over his face, the lights too bright now that he was coming down from the high of his orgasm.

“Do I smell of you enough now, puppy?”

“It will never be enough.”