Page 19 of Roguefinder

He pushed back to meet each thrust, his breath catching every time I bottomed out. The slick, filthy sound of us drove my lust higher.

Suddenly, I couldn’t hold back anymore.

I pushed him flat on his stomach and covered him, my chest sticking to his back. Seizing his wrists, I pinned them to the mattress on either side of his head and pounded into him.

The bed protested under us. Caleb was everywhere, his scent and heat surrounding me. The tight heat of his ass swallowed my cock. I drove harder and faster, the slap of skin filling the room.

“Fuck,” he panted into the comforter. “Fuck, yes. Fuck me.”

His voice broke on every thrust. The breathless, desperate sounds were as perfect as the rest of him. I wanted more, and I fucked him harder, stuffing him over and over so I could feast on those sounds.

“Jesse!” he cried, squirming under me. Then he was humping the mattress, driving his hips into the twisted bedding as he tried to get friction on his dick.

“No you don’t,” I growled against his neck.

I hauled him up and onto his knees. Still deep inside his body, I clamped his back to my chest with an arm across his shoulders. When he was steady, I moved my hand to the front of his neck and resumed my thrusts, driving so hard and deep that his knees left the bed.

His moan vibrated my palm. He reached for his flailing dick.

“No,” I said, grabbing his wrist.

He dropped his head back to my shoulder. “I hate you.”

“Language,” I warned, fucking him harder.

“I hate you, sir,” he said, voice trembling with the force of my thrusts.

Hiding a smile, I nipped his earlobe. “Open your eyes and look at us.”

He lifted his head, and I watched him find us in the mirror above the dresser. The flush in his cheeks deepened as he took in his glassy eyes, damp hair, and red, bouncing dick. His throat worked under my hand. When I withdrew to the tip and rammed back inside, his lips parted on a wild cry.

I moved my hand higher, tilting his chin up and keeping him there. And I looked at us, too.

I’d lived long enough to watch my own reflection become something foreign. After Philippe died, I’d stopped looking altogether. My face hadn’t belonged to me anymore—Philippe had chosen it for what it resembled, not what it was. I had his dead mate’s face, but I wasn’t Marcus. I was just one in a long line of men who looked like him.

But now I looked like I belonged somewhere. Caleb’s body fit perfectly against my edges and hollows. His golden hair brushed my jaw, and his blue eyes held mine in the glass. Two wolves. Two mates.

“How badly do you want to come, baby?” I asked, my voice like rocks scraping together. “You hurting?”

“Yeah,” he gasped.

“You think you’ve earned it?”

“Yes, sir.” He shuddered, his eyes sliding shut for a second. “Jesse, please. I need it.”

He’d waited long enough. And, anyway, I couldn’t hold out any longer. I reached around and closed my hand around his cock. “You looked so pretty on that dick, college boy.” I tightened my grip, then gave him quick, hard strokes. “But you’re even prettier on mine. Come for me now, honey.”

He obeyed on a bellow, spurting over my hand and the bed. His ass clamped like a bear trap on my dick. I hissed through my teeth as I worked his hot cum over his shaft, slicking him while he shuddered in my arms, his passage squeezing and spasming.

And then it was all over for me. I thrust a final time and let myself hurtle over the edge. White covered my vision, and all rational thought fled. Dimly, I heard Caleb cry out as I jerked against his ass, filling him up.

For a long moment, neither of us moved.

Then I eased back, letting my cock slip from his body. He planted a fist on the bed and leaned over it, hanging his head as he caught his breath.

Heart thudding against my ribs, I stayed where I was, one hand on his hip as I waited for what I needed to see. When it came, I forgot how to breathe.

Milky white seed seeped from his pink, swollen entrance. With a shaking hand, I caught the trail of semen and pushed it back inside him.