shoulder.
As usual, Angel’s proximity had a soothing effect on Clark. He
gathered his mate in his arms and pulled him down on the bed. They
fell together in a heap, cuddling against each other like small children.
One upon a time, when they’d been kids, it might not have gone
any further than that. Like werewolves, lions were social creatures and very tactile with their loved ones. But Clark had long ago passed that line with Angel. In spite of the situation, he found himself hardening.
They were so close that Angel didn’t delay in noticing it.
“Someone’s happy to see me,” he said. He draped his leg over Clark’s waist and rubbed their bodies together. Clark groaned as his erection came into contact with Angel’s. He hadn’t actually intended to do this when he’d brought them to the room, but now, he couldn’t think of
any better idea.
He lifted Angel in his arms and rolled them over until he had his
mate under him. Angel’s pupils were already dilated with need,
something that aroused Clark beyond measure. And yet his own desire
was lazy, almost silent. He couldn’t explain it, but he allowed his
instinct and his heart to guide his actions.
Slowly, he began to take Angel’s clothes off, taking his time with
each button and piece of material. He pressed light kisses over every inch of skin he revealed, occasionally licking it, loving his mate’s taste. Angel gasped, that sweet, almost bleating sound that made
Clark’s cock throb in answer. Even so, he didn’t rush. He drew
everything out, simply enjoying the moment and losing himself in his mate’s want for him.
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Angel seemed to sense his mood and allowed Clark to do
whatever he wanted. The impatience and despair melted, and Clark
brought his lips to Angel’s, groaning when his mate immediately
surrendered to him.
Never once releasing his hold on Angel or breaking their kiss,
Clark finally removed Angel’s shirt. He allowed his hands to roam
over Angel’s creamy skin, greedy, wanting to touch more, to feel
more. His fingertips seemed in direct connection with his cock
because simply brushing his fingers over Angel’s body took Clark
almost to the brink of coming.
He broke their lips apart only when the need to breathe forced him
to. He took advantage of the occasion and set to work on the rest of Angel’s clothes. Angel fidgeted and squirmed, but Clark didn’t relent.
He unzipped Angel’s fly, almost hypnotized at watching the tiny teeth of the zipper lower. Angel tried to help him, making his best effort to shimmy out of the slacks, but Clark stilled him, gently caressing his hip. “Shh. Calm down. We have all the time in the world.”
And it felt like they did. There was no real urgency behind Clark’s
need. While their first coupling had been driven by an almost
desperate desire for the completion of their bond, this was different.
This was about comfort, about making sure they were there for each
other no matter what happened. Still, just the sight of Angel’s hard cock made his mouth water. It truly came as no surprise. Sometimes,
he wanted Angel so much he thought the only way to fulfill that need was to consume his mate, which really, could be considered quite
ironic since, by shape-shifter standards, they were predator and prey.
He’d rather die before he hurt Angel, and yet, he wanted to devour his mate, make them one for all time. Somehow, his love for Angel
managed to keep his lust in check.
Clark smiled to himself as he realized he hadn’t yet removed
Angel’s shoes and socks. He proceeded to remedy the situation and
took off both items, dropping them to the floor. He threw the shirt on a nearby chair then returned to his mate. Angel was completely naked 80
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now, while Clark remained dressed. Clark was all right with that. He wanted to focus on Angel, purely on his mate’s need.
Angel lifted his head and crooked his finger at him,
As usual, Angel’s proximity had a soothing effect on Clark. He
gathered his mate in his arms and pulled him down on the bed. They
fell together in a heap, cuddling against each other like small children.
One upon a time, when they’d been kids, it might not have gone
any further than that. Like werewolves, lions were social creatures and very tactile with their loved ones. But Clark had long ago passed that line with Angel. In spite of the situation, he found himself hardening.
They were so close that Angel didn’t delay in noticing it.
“Someone’s happy to see me,” he said. He draped his leg over Clark’s waist and rubbed their bodies together. Clark groaned as his erection came into contact with Angel’s. He hadn’t actually intended to do this when he’d brought them to the room, but now, he couldn’t think of
any better idea.
He lifted Angel in his arms and rolled them over until he had his
mate under him. Angel’s pupils were already dilated with need,
something that aroused Clark beyond measure. And yet his own desire
was lazy, almost silent. He couldn’t explain it, but he allowed his
instinct and his heart to guide his actions.
Slowly, he began to take Angel’s clothes off, taking his time with
each button and piece of material. He pressed light kisses over every inch of skin he revealed, occasionally licking it, loving his mate’s taste. Angel gasped, that sweet, almost bleating sound that made
Clark’s cock throb in answer. Even so, he didn’t rush. He drew
everything out, simply enjoying the moment and losing himself in his mate’s want for him.
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Angel seemed to sense his mood and allowed Clark to do
whatever he wanted. The impatience and despair melted, and Clark
brought his lips to Angel’s, groaning when his mate immediately
surrendered to him.
Never once releasing his hold on Angel or breaking their kiss,
Clark finally removed Angel’s shirt. He allowed his hands to roam
over Angel’s creamy skin, greedy, wanting to touch more, to feel
more. His fingertips seemed in direct connection with his cock
because simply brushing his fingers over Angel’s body took Clark
almost to the brink of coming.
He broke their lips apart only when the need to breathe forced him
to. He took advantage of the occasion and set to work on the rest of Angel’s clothes. Angel fidgeted and squirmed, but Clark didn’t relent.
He unzipped Angel’s fly, almost hypnotized at watching the tiny teeth of the zipper lower. Angel tried to help him, making his best effort to shimmy out of the slacks, but Clark stilled him, gently caressing his hip. “Shh. Calm down. We have all the time in the world.”
And it felt like they did. There was no real urgency behind Clark’s
need. While their first coupling had been driven by an almost
desperate desire for the completion of their bond, this was different.
This was about comfort, about making sure they were there for each
other no matter what happened. Still, just the sight of Angel’s hard cock made his mouth water. It truly came as no surprise. Sometimes,
he wanted Angel so much he thought the only way to fulfill that need was to consume his mate, which really, could be considered quite
ironic since, by shape-shifter standards, they were predator and prey.
He’d rather die before he hurt Angel, and yet, he wanted to devour his mate, make them one for all time. Somehow, his love for Angel
managed to keep his lust in check.
Clark smiled to himself as he realized he hadn’t yet removed
Angel’s shoes and socks. He proceeded to remedy the situation and
took off both items, dropping them to the floor. He threw the shirt on a nearby chair then returned to his mate. Angel was completely naked 80
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now, while Clark remained dressed. Clark was all right with that. He wanted to focus on Angel, purely on his mate’s need.
Angel lifted his head and crooked his finger at him,