Page 56 of Tenebrous

His chest heaves, brown eyes darting from my face to the engorged knot at the base of my shaft. “I… I don't want my fingers, I want that. God, is this gonna last forever? I think my dick is starting to chafe.”

When he gestures down at his own swollen member, I frown, checking it over for any sign of injury. There doesn't seem to be any, but just in case… I drop down to my knees and run my tongue over his length.

“Oh! Oh, fuck,” he cries out with a shudder, eyes squeezed tightly shut.

The words he'd spoken to me earlier come to mind, about licking being a pleasurable act between humans. Judging from the way his hips begin to buck and the flush blooming on his chest, I'd say my mate very much enjoys this. His taste floods my mouth, sticky and sweet, just as delicious as the slick I cleaned from his hole last night. A rumble rattles my chest at the urge to mate him again, keep him full of my release at all times.

Benjamin moans while he watches me lick him, fingers flexing at his sides. An almost pained expression crosses his features, and when I pause in concern, he swallows hard. “I… want to touch you,” he rasps. “Touch your head while you do that. Can I?”

Confusion washes over me at the question. “You do not need to ask.”

“Sorry, I'm just—” He cuts himself off with a wince, and beneath the scent of his arousal, a small current of fear enters his veins.

“You fear me still,” I say, chest tightening sharply with some emotion I hardly remember. Something akin to… sadness.

“Not you,” he rushes out. “Just this… Whatever is happening between us. I don't get why my body’s reacting this way.”

With a vibrating hum, I drop my head and continue to lick at his shaft. “We are mates, Benjamin. We are made for each other.”

“Fuck.” Another shiver wracks his body. Groaning deep, my human tentatively raises a hand to hover over my head. Several seconds pass. When he lightly runs his fingers through my fur, an encouraging rumble leaves my throat.

The sound seems to please him. He whimpers, writhing beneath me when he clutches tighter, the furs below completely soaked with slick. It is not long before he begins to tremble, length pulsing against my tongue. Once his release finds him, he shouts, shooting all over his stomach, and right as I plan to lap it up in earnest, his fingers grip onto my horn for support. A violent shock of pleasure spirals through me like a lighting strike.

Immediately, I growl and grab my swollen shaft. Every instinct screams to squeeze, keep it, hold it in until I can get inside my mate, but it's too late. He rips his hand away, but his touch lingers on my horn and with a thunderous roar, I completely unload all over his torso.

My white, milky release drenches him from neck to hip bone, spilling onto the fur beneath. He watches with eyes as round as the moon, mouth agape in shock. Once the deluge finally ends and I am breathless, his length once again juts straight up.

“What the fuck was that?” he chokes out, gazing down at the mess covering his skin.

“I… do not know,” I grunt between breaths. “My horns.”

Blinking slowly, Benjamin studies himself. A curious look crosses his features, and when he runs a finger through my release to study it, I find that my own length has also thickened once more.

“That's kind of amazing,” he murmurs, glancing up at me from beneath long lashes. “I want to… Can we try that again?”

I grab onto his waist with a growl and flip our positions, this time leaning my back against the stone wall, because I refuse to let another release spill where it does not belong.

My mate straddles me, hands balanced on my shoulders, and when he sinks onto my aching shaft, we both let out a groan.

“Touch,” I grit through my teeth, the feeling of his tight warmth surrounding me almost too much to bear.

Benjamin reaches up without further prompting to wrap both palms around my horns. Instantly, my vision whites out. He begins to stroke them, each glide sending tingles shooting down my spine. Against my will, a keening sound I cannot remember ever making comes barreling out of my lungs.

“Yeah? This feels good?” my mate asks.

I cannot even answer. Between his soft strokes and the tender way he rolls over my length, it nearly feels like torture. A kind I simultaneously want to endure and end as quickly as possible. My knot swells to the point of pain, begging to squeeze inside of him.

But each time I try, Benjamin slows his strokes on my horns, effectively prolonging my release. After several long, agonizing moments, a frustrated growl claws from my throat. “Please,” I beg, using that sacred human word.

My human’s eyes sparkle with mischief. “Please what, Orion?”

“Must… knot.” Thoughts become difficult to form the quicker his strokes go.

“You gonna fill me up again?”

All I can do is grab him with a grunt and force his body down onto my knot.

He gasps, lips popping open as his eyes flutter shut, and when his grip finally tightens on my horns, a primal urge to claim takes control, just as it's done every time we've mated.