Page 67 of Unnatural Fate

“My turn.” He bit down on my neck, to mark me in return. I closed my eyes, pain and pleasure driving me to the point of madness and ecstasy.

We sank further inside one another and the world around us faded. This was what we were meant to be. I reveled in it and was humbled by the weight of my feelings.

Then he sharply pulled back, nearly cutting off the flow. My entire body stiffened, the loss sudden and painful.He kept the flow between us staunched for a full minute, neither of us moving. My lungs were on fire, my body stiff, the life force keeping me breathing suddenly cut off. My vision started to go black, and then he opened it with a trickle. Cold air rushed into my lungs. I hadn’t realized I’d stopped breathing.

“We could kill each other,” he whispered.

I barely kept myself from collapsing into him. He cradled me in his arms and reached between us to adjust my cock, allowing me deeper in the new position. He opened the bond more, giving me the flow of life we both needed. My head hung, sweat dripping from my brow as he fucked himself on my cock. The connection of our bodies helped the bond return.

I lifted my eyes to meet his. “Could you not feel it?”

“Yes, but not the same way you did. Try it. Cut me off. Lock down the flow,” he said, stroking my tight jaw, urging me to loosen it.

I closed my eyes, doing as he said, and his body instantly went as rigid as mine had before. He gasped and struggled for air. The hand in my hair tightened, his nails digging into my skin.

I released the hold, letting the flow return. “Do we each control our own side of the flow, then?” I asked, almost forgetting we were connected bodily as well as in our minds.

He nodded, unable to speak, emotions coming to me through the connection. I moved inside him, giving him those parts of me and us back.

The color returned to his face. “Fuck.”

“It has to be.”

“I think so.” His grip softened, and he returned to loving strokes, his hand finding my hip to maneuver me to thrust again.

I dropped my face to the mark on his neck. Instead of healing, it had sealed off white, in contrast even to his fair skin. Shiny even. Scarred forever with my teeth, just like how it would be on a wolf. I kissed the spot, and he shivered.

“Do that again. It feels ungodly good.”

I rubbed my lips over the spot. “Kissing it does?”

“Better than anything you’ve ever done to me,” he said, purring in absolute pleasure. “I might come from stimulation there alone, Dominic.”

I teased my tongue over the indents scarred into his flesh. “A weakness. I love it.”

He moaned and dug his fingers into my ass, bruising my skin under his touch. My cock twitched deep inside him, loving wearing his marks. “I’m returning the mark.”

“Please.” I slid an arm around his neck, returning my focus to building our climax. “I get off on you drinking from me.”

“I know. It’s one of my favorite things to do to you.”

He threw his head back, opening his throat to me, a distinct action for both our kinds, giving the throat. The weak spot on both our bodies. Opening, offering. Trust.

I ached for him.

“I want your seed and your mark and to paint you in my release.” He grabbed my hand and returned it to his cock.

I fucked him, taking my time building it for both of us. The bond mixed both our climaxes into one, and when we both let go, the intensity echoed between us, me feeling his orgasm and he mine, then pinging back until we were trapped in a seemingly never-ending orgasm.

I filled him and simultaneously felt the power of it and the receiving of the hot fluid filling him. I wanted him inside me. To see how it felt when he fucked me.

He spilled again all over my fingers, drops hitting my lips and his, splashing over our chests. He stopped breathing, his heart skipping a beat as his body convulsed, leaving me staggering.

My knees shook, and I gave him my weight. His back was raw from the harsh ground. The burn filtered through the bond, both of us aching in the best way.

“Dominic, what have we done?”

“I don’t know,” I admitted.