Page 75 of Wreaking Havoc
“Kai,” Sascha pleaded.
“Guide me, then,” Kai demanded. “Get your hand on my cock and place me inside you.”
Sascha reached for him immediately, bending his torso in half to get a hand on Kai’s cock, notching it against his entrance and bearing down to let him in.
“Oh fuck,” Sascha gasped, releasing his hold and dropping his head back onto the bed. “I thought you’d be manageable like this. But you’re still fucking huge.”
Kai pressed a hand down onto Sascha’s lower abdomen, smirking when it made him keen. “You can take me, zaychik. You were made for it.”
Sascha huffed, then moaned again. “Of—of course I can.”
And he did, his body making way, his inner muscles sucking Kai in until he was bottomed out. It was still a tight fit—Sascha wasn’t wrong about that—but there was more give than when Kai was in his demon form. A smooth glide out and a quick press back in had Sascha gasping, his hands clenching on the bedspread.
Thiswas real. This was truth. Sascha’s rotten Mafia legacy meant nothing in the grand scheme of things. He’d been bornto be claimed by Kai, as Kai had been born to be at his side. Destined to be his mate.
Kai knew it as well as he knew anything.
“Better?” he asked, his hips pressed flush against Sascha’s pert bottom once again.
Sascha clenched around him experimentally. “So much better,” he sighed.
“You no longer wish to call another stud?” Kai asked, smirking down at him.
Sascha smiled to himself. “Well…”
Kai growled and started moving, snapping his hips at a brutal pace, and Sascha’s head bent back with a strangled yelp.
“You will have no one else,” Kai demanded.
It took Sascha a long moment to find his words, his throat too busy creating high-pitched moans with each of Kai’s thrusts. “N-No one else.”
“You will be mine alone.”
“Yes. OhGod. Yes, Kai.”
Kai halted his movements, ignoring Sascha’s mewling protest. He leaned in close, every word deliberate. “I will care for you and spoil you and claim you as my mate. And in return you will give me your soul.” He ran a hand up Sascha’s stomach, caressing his chest. “Not a taste, Sascha. Not a mere morsel. All of it. Every bit.”
Sascha pressed down against Kai’s hand on his chest, arching his back up into his touch. “Yes, Kai.”
Kai wrapped his hand around Sascha’s leaking cock, stroking him without mercy. He moved his hips again, knowing just the right angle to hit that bundle of nerves unerringly. “And now you will come for me,” he ordered.
“Yes, Kai,” Sascha sighed. And he did, with a gasp and a weak moan, his legs trembling in Kai’s hold, his cock dripping cum all over his stomach.
Kai went hard and fast after that, chasing his own release relentlessly, until Sascha’s bones were loose as jelly in his hold and Kai had filled him to the brim with his cum.
If this was what Sascha needed to forget the sorrows of his life, Kai would oblige him. All day, every day for the rest of eternity, if need be. He would give Sascha anything he asked for.
His Sascha. His mate.
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Sascha
Sascha was mush. A puddle of mush.
Kai dropped his thighs and made as if to pull out, and it took everything in Sascha to lift his limbs and lock them around him. “Don’t you dare,” he warned.
They’d put in all that hard work to get him to this point of mind-melty goodness, chasing all his tragic thoughts away, and Sascha wasn’t ready for it to be undone.
