Wild Magic Two: The Dark of the Sun- a M/M shifter fantasy romance

26--Mate

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RIECE—

Once we were out of the throne room, I took the lead and practically dragged Cain up to my suite. It took far too long, especially since we stopped every few feet so Cain could slam me up against the wall, press me into the stairs, or lift me onto some ledge or another and stick his tongue in my mouth.

We kept getting caught by various passersby, so we would laugh and continue on, running from the voyeurs who had interrupted us. By the time we reached my sleeping chambers, my tunic, shirt, and breeches were undone and hung loosely on me, and Cain was shirtless with untied leggings.

Cain had me naked within seconds before he threw me back on the bed. I bounced and laughed, pure joy shooting through me as Cain knelt on the bed before stalking towards me. The way his muscles bunched as he moved, his shoulder blades prominent in each fluid movement, made it truly look as if he were a big cat stalking prey.

The thought sent a shiver of excitement and desire down my spine.

"What's your word, mate?" Cain said softly, his words hardly louder than a breath as he fought to hold his beast back. He moved over me, his body caging mine in, and I closed my eyes and took a deep breath of his scent. Gods, I had missed this. This feeling of calm, of letting go, of allowing Cain to take control, to dominate, make the judgments, the decisions, and just trust in him.

With my life and my position, the way he made me feel in these moments were like a soothing balm on my soul.

"Gold," I replied, and laughed excitedly as he pounced.

His hands and tongue were everywhere, his teeth gently scraping against my nipples, his tongue playing with the tips until he took the whole nipple into his mouth and sucked it between his teeth. I cried out, arching my back as the suction shot directly to my balls and pooled there with sharp pulses with each suck of his tongue and lips.

"Hands up, on the headboard." I obeyed immediately, grabbing the headboard and waiting for my next order. "Such a good mate for me."

I shivered at the praise, meeting Cain's eyes and smiling, trying to put everything I was feeling into the motion.

Cain's eyes softened, shining with love and his own quiet joy. "I know, mate," he said, rubbing his hand up and down my chest.

Then he was taking his own leggings off and using them to tie my hands to the headboard, before moving again to my nipples. He spent so long sucking and biting and twisting each one, I lost track of all sense of time and reality. By the time he pulled away, they were sore and puckered and throbbing.

And I wanted more. I wanted everything Cain could possibly do to me.

"Please," I whined, not really sure what I wanted, but knowing Cain would know. He would know what I needed, and help me find it too.

"Yeah, I know, baby. You want me inside your pretty hole? You want me to stretch you and fill you and knot your sweet ass?"

I nodded shakily, near frantic with need, jerking as he pulled away and rummaged through the drawer. He came back with a small bottle of bed oils, stopping to study me for a moment.

"Dear gods, you're gorgeous like this. All willing and open and desperate for me."

He moved forward, pulling on one of the legs of his pants, then both. I was loose for a moment, and had to hold back from whining about it. But then he was tying my hands again, this time leaving the two pant legs loose. He pulled back, grabbed one of my legs, and lifted it up so my knee was up by my chest, and tied the leg of the pants to my thigh. He repeated the motions, until my hands were tied to the headboard above my head, and both legs hung suspended, spread above me.