beckoning
him closer. “I need you,” the antelope whispered through their bond.
There was no real need for them to speak using their mind link.
They were alone, and no one could hear them should they choose to
talk out loud. But Clark understood Angel’s choice. It felt like they should speak through the bond. The closeness they shared demanded
it.
Because of that very same connection, Clark could see what his
mate wanted. He saw the images flashing through Angel’s mind, the
fantasies only he could fulfill. Even while holding a tight rein over his control, Clark could never deny his mate. It was physically impossible to him.
He simply nodded and quickly took his shirt off. He didn’t care
about his own clothing, so he made short work of it. After he was
naked, he crawled onto the bed and simply hugged Angel. For a few
moments, he just held his mate, savoring Angel’s scent and the
knowledge that they were mated forever.
Their hard cocks pressed together, reminding Clark to get down to
business. Clark reached between their bodies, palming his mate’s
cock. Angel released a small bleat-gasp, urging Clark along, and the sound was like fuel thrown on an open fire. Clark’s desire emerged
hotter and brighter than ever. His beast needed to claim his mate,
needed to reassure himself of Angel’s presence and affection.
Clark briefly released Angel from his embrace and rolled over to
reach for the nightstand. He retrieved the half-empty tube of lubricant and quickly returned to his mate. He nearly swallowed his tongue
when he saw his mate with his legs high up in the air, his hole
exposed to Clark’s gaze.
The tiny rosette seemed to wink at Clark, and he opened the lube
bottle. He poured a generous amount on his fingers and met his mate’s eyes as he rubbed the slick liquid over Angel’s anus.
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“You’re so beautiful, my angel,” he murmured through their bond.
“So very beautiful.”
Angel released a sigh of contented satisfaction and pushed back
against Clark’s finger. Clark couldn’t resist. He held Angel’s gaze as he inserted one digit into his mate’s opening. Angel’s body yielded for him, allowing him entrance. Feeling his mate’s need, Clark didn’t
delay in adding another finger. He crooked them inside Angel’s body, seeking that special spot that would make his love see stars. When he found the spongy gland, Angel thrust back against his fingers,
moaning. “Please, Clark. Please. Take me.”
Clark couldn’t have stopped himself if he wanted to. He removed
his fingers from his mate’s body and slicked up his cock. Even his
own hand felt far too good on his prick in his state of arousal, so he did it as quickly as possible. He then positioned his cock against his mate’s opening and simply pushed.
His mate was tight, so tight, and still, seemed to have no trouble
taking Clark’s considerable girth. Even so, Clark went slow, making
sure Angel enjoyed this as well. He shouldn’t have worried. The
pleasure he felt coming through their bond mixed with his until they were almost undistinguishable from each other. There was no pain
whatsoever, just the ecstasy of their two bodies and hearts coming
together.
Clark started to move, gentle thrusts growing harder, then falling
back into the more sedate pace. He supported his mate’s legs on his
shoulders to make sure there was no strain on Angel, keeping his
motions steady and always, always, aiming for Angel’s prostate. His
mate came undone, moving with him, fucking himself on Clark’s
cock. They fell together in the perfect rhythm that could only exist between true mates. Over and over, they chased their pleasure without rushing it. Angel’s anus squeezed Clark’s so deliciously, inviting him in with every movement either of them made. But beyond the physical
pleasure, there was so much more between them, relief, happiness,
and fulfillment.
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him closer. “I need you,” the antelope whispered through their bond.
There was no real need for them to speak using their mind link.
They were alone, and no one could hear them should they choose to
talk out loud. But Clark understood Angel’s choice. It felt like they should speak through the bond. The closeness they shared demanded
it.
Because of that very same connection, Clark could see what his
mate wanted. He saw the images flashing through Angel’s mind, the
fantasies only he could fulfill. Even while holding a tight rein over his control, Clark could never deny his mate. It was physically impossible to him.
He simply nodded and quickly took his shirt off. He didn’t care
about his own clothing, so he made short work of it. After he was
naked, he crawled onto the bed and simply hugged Angel. For a few
moments, he just held his mate, savoring Angel’s scent and the
knowledge that they were mated forever.
Their hard cocks pressed together, reminding Clark to get down to
business. Clark reached between their bodies, palming his mate’s
cock. Angel released a small bleat-gasp, urging Clark along, and the sound was like fuel thrown on an open fire. Clark’s desire emerged
hotter and brighter than ever. His beast needed to claim his mate,
needed to reassure himself of Angel’s presence and affection.
Clark briefly released Angel from his embrace and rolled over to
reach for the nightstand. He retrieved the half-empty tube of lubricant and quickly returned to his mate. He nearly swallowed his tongue
when he saw his mate with his legs high up in the air, his hole
exposed to Clark’s gaze.
The tiny rosette seemed to wink at Clark, and he opened the lube
bottle. He poured a generous amount on his fingers and met his mate’s eyes as he rubbed the slick liquid over Angel’s anus.
The Gazelle Who Caught a Lion
81
“You’re so beautiful, my angel,” he murmured through their bond.
“So very beautiful.”
Angel released a sigh of contented satisfaction and pushed back
against Clark’s finger. Clark couldn’t resist. He held Angel’s gaze as he inserted one digit into his mate’s opening. Angel’s body yielded for him, allowing him entrance. Feeling his mate’s need, Clark didn’t
delay in adding another finger. He crooked them inside Angel’s body, seeking that special spot that would make his love see stars. When he found the spongy gland, Angel thrust back against his fingers,
moaning. “Please, Clark. Please. Take me.”
Clark couldn’t have stopped himself if he wanted to. He removed
his fingers from his mate’s body and slicked up his cock. Even his
own hand felt far too good on his prick in his state of arousal, so he did it as quickly as possible. He then positioned his cock against his mate’s opening and simply pushed.
His mate was tight, so tight, and still, seemed to have no trouble
taking Clark’s considerable girth. Even so, Clark went slow, making
sure Angel enjoyed this as well. He shouldn’t have worried. The
pleasure he felt coming through their bond mixed with his until they were almost undistinguishable from each other. There was no pain
whatsoever, just the ecstasy of their two bodies and hearts coming
together.
Clark started to move, gentle thrusts growing harder, then falling
back into the more sedate pace. He supported his mate’s legs on his
shoulders to make sure there was no strain on Angel, keeping his
motions steady and always, always, aiming for Angel’s prostate. His
mate came undone, moving with him, fucking himself on Clark’s
cock. They fell together in the perfect rhythm that could only exist between true mates. Over and over, they chased their pleasure without rushing it. Angel’s anus squeezed Clark’s so deliciously, inviting him in with every movement either of them made. But beyond the physical
pleasure, there was so much more between them, relief, happiness,
and fulfillment.
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