Page 36 of Flint's Arrow
“I will.” Flint kissed him, soft and reassuring. “I promise.”
Arrow reached around Flint’s hips, finding his entrance. He circled the tight muscle with one slick finger, watching Flint’s face for any sign of discomfort. When Flint relaxed into the touch, Arrow pressed inside.
Flint’s mouth fell open as he moaned. Arrow worked his finger slowly, in and out, letting Flint adjust to the intrusion. When he added a second finger, Flint’s eyes fluttered closed.
“Please, look at me,” Arrow said softly.
Flint’s eyes opened, meeting his. The trust in that gaze nearly undid Arrow. He crooked his fingers, searching until Flint jerked in his lap with another moan.
“There,” Flint gasped. “Right there.”
Arrow massaged that spot, working Flint open with patient care even as his own cock throbbed with need. He added a third finger, stretching and preparing until Flint was rocking in his hand, desperate for more.
“Ready?” Arrow asked, though the question came out more like a growl than actual words.
“Yes.” Flint rose up on his knees, positioning himself over Arrow’s cock. “Need you.”
Arrow gripped the base of his length, steadying it as Flint slowly sank down. The head breached that tight ring of muscle, and they both froze, breathing hard.
“Okay?” Arrow managed.
“Yeah.” Flint’s hands gripped Arrow’s shoulders. “So good. More.”
Flint lowered himself inch by torturous inch until Arrow was fully seated inside him. The heat and pressure were almost too much. Arrow’s hands tightened on Flint’s hips, fighting the urge to thrust up hard and fast.
Slow, he reminded himself, even as his wolf howled.Let him set the pace.
Flint began to move, lifting and lowering himself in a slow rhythm that had them both groaning. Arrow watched his mate’s face, cataloging every expression - the way Flint’s lips parted on each downstroke, the flutter of his eyelashes when Arrow’s cock hit that sweet spot inside him.
“Touch yourself,” Arrow said, his voice sounding raspy even to him. “I want to see you fall apart.”
Flint wrapped a hand around his own cock, stroking in time with his movements. The sight was almost too much - his beautiful mate taking his pleasure, using Arrow’s body to chase his release.
Arrow thrust up to meet each downstroke, the slap of skin against skin filling the small bedroom. Flint’s inner walls clenched around him, pulling him deeper. The mate bond sang between them, growing stronger with each shared breath.
“Close,” Flint gasped. “Arrow, I’m…”
“Me too.” Arrow felt his release building at the base of his spine, unstoppable. “Bite me. When you come, bite me.”
Flint’s eyes went wide with understanding. Arrow’s canines lengthened, his wolf surging forward. He leaned in, teeth scraping over the junction of Flint’s neck and shoulder. Flint tilted his head, offering himself.
The smell of sex, arousal, andmatefilled Arrow’s senses. Flint clenched around him, his rhythm faltering as his orgasm approached. Arrow felt his own control slipping, pleasure coiling tighter and tighter until…
Flint came with a shout, his release painting Arrow’s chest as his body locked down around Arrow’s cock. At the same moment, Arrow sank his teeth into Flint’s neck, breaking skin and tasting blood.
The claiming bite triggered Arrow’s own orgasm, pleasure exploding through him in waves as he spilled inside his mate. Sharp pain bloomed in his own neck as Flint bit down, returning the claim, and it was as if the orgasm-pleasure cycle went around again.
The world whited out. The mate bond snapped into place with an almost audible click, flooding Arrow with everything Flint was feeling - pleasure and overwhelming relief…andlove, so much love it threatened to drown him.Please let him be able to feel my feelings, too.
They clung to each other, shaking through aftershocks, teeth still buried in each other’s flesh. Finally, Arrow released his grip, licking over the wound to help it heal. Flint did the same, pressing soft kisses to the mark he’d left on Arrow’s neck.
Arrow carefully lifted Flint off his softening cock, settling him against the pillows. Flint’s eyes were glazed, unfocused, apparently riding the high of the completed bond.
“You okay?” Arrow asked, running gentle hands over Flint’s body, checking for injuries.
“Perfect.” Flint’s smile was blissed out and beautiful. “That was...Arrow, that was perfect.”
Arrow’s chest tightened. He’d been terrified he’d screw it up, that his usual rough and fast approach would hurt the one person he couldn’t bear to harm. But looking at his mate now, sated and happy andhis, Arrow knew he’d done something right.
