Page 97 of Starting a New Life

“Yes. Fuck me,” he said, eyes focusing long enough to look at me. As if he knew I needed his consent again. “Please.”

I smiled and leaned down, placing a kiss on his nose, which had him scrunching up his face. Adorable. “Everything you want.”

I’d always do my best to fulfill his wishes.

I shifted, using my knee to hold one of his legs open, watching the way he was laid bare before me, his cock twitching, balls drawn up high. He was shaking, but there was no fear in his scent. Just anticipation and want.

I leaned over, reaching for the drawer of my nightstand to get the lube.

“I’ll go slow,” I said when I opened the bottle, and the slightly chemical scent of lube hit my nose. I didn’t necessarily like it, but the artificial scent was way better than risking hurting my mate.

Nix grinned at me, a devious glint in his eyes.

“You do know I can heal people, right?”

I growled. “Just because you can heal yourself doesn’t mean I’ll risk hurting you.”

What the fuck?

Nix groaned, letting his head fall back against the sheets.

“That came out wrong. I meant… I can help my body… relax.”

Oh.

Ohh.

My cock jerked, precum running down my length at the thought of just… sliding home into his tight channel, but…

“I still want to prep you.”

Nix smiled, lifting his hand to touch my cheek. “Of course you do.” He shook his head, but the smile stayed in place, eyes soft in a way I hadn’t seen from him.

I leaned down, catching his lips in another kiss, swallowing his groans as I lazily circled his entrance.

Nix deserved for me to take my time. He deserved for his first time not to be rushed. He deserved to be cherished and spoiled. He deserved only good things in life.

He breathed a sigh of relief as I entered him, muscles pliant, relaxed. His eyes fell closed, cock jerking as I spread the lube, making sure he was ready for me. I didn’t just want his body to be ready, but him. I needed him to want it. To need me to fuck him more than he needed his next breath.

I worked my way to two fingers, then three, building up a rhythm, stroking his insides, stretching his rim, and when I brushed over his prostate, his heart skipped a beat, breath stuttering in his chest, body tensing before he let out a long moan, eyes flying open.

“Gray…” I knew what he wanted to say. He wanted me to get on with it, but he wasn’t ready. Or maybe I wasn’t. Not yet. I brushed his prostate again, hitting it with every other thrust until his eyes rolled back, head lolling from one side to the other.

I grinned, pleasure warming my whole body upon seeing my mate like this. Lost in his lust, completely relaxed. I’d wanted him just like this. Needed him like this.

Leaning in, I kissed my way up his throat, along his jaw until I finally found his mouth, already open, waiting for me.

“Gray,” he moaned, the sound turning into a whine when my fingers slid out of his hole. He opened his eyes in protest, but before he could say anything, I positioned myself, lining my slicked cock up with his hole.

I wanted to look him in the eyes while I entered him, but I also wanted to be as close to him as possible, so I kissed him again, my body covering his as I slowly breached his ring of muscles.

Nix moaned, his body tensing, static crackling in the air. I was waiting for the release, the lightning, but the static only ever grew, and the whole bedroom filled with electricity. Nix’s fingers dug into my back in search of something to hold on to. He wrapped his legs around my waist and pulled himself up, taking more and more of me when I was too slow for his liking.

“Patience,” I whispered into his mouth, my fingers dancing over the sweat-slicked skin of his temples. His hair was damp, but still oh so soft and silky. “We’ve got time.”

As an answer, he dug his heels into my ass and pulled me down. When that didn’t work, an invisible force started pressing against my tailbone.

I snorted, pushing a strand of hair out of his eyes.