Every instinct demanded I claim him. Now. A growl started in my throat as I stalked toward his slight form. It had been so agonizingly long since I’d seen my mate. I curled my hands into fists, forcing myself to stop. If I grabbed Vince, I would scare him.
Breathing in through my nose, I panted, shaking. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold off. I needed my mate, and I needed him now. Trying to temper myself, I crept forward and fell to the floor beside the bed. I leaned toward him, face as close to him as I could from my position. I brushed his cheek and groaned. His skin was softer than I remembered.
Unable to hold back any longer, I climbed part-way onto the bed and pressed my lips against his cheek. A moan ripped out of me. He was so smooth and soft. Mine. Vince was mine. He shifted under me. I pressed into him, dragging my claws through his hair. The black strands were far longer than when I’d left, and even since I’d last seen him.
Vince started, panic building. I latched onto the emotion, trying to force myself away. But when his deep brown eyes landed on me, joy rushed through him and every drop of fear leached out of him.
“Sweetheart,” he cried, then suddenly his mouth was on mine.
His thoughts radiated happiness and relief, but mostly need. My mate needed me as much as I did him. He moaned, and I flicked his bottom lip with my tongue. He grunted as he yanked me closer to him. I covered his body with mine, tensing. He didn’t normally like me on top, but Vince didn’t react. His tongue thrust into my mouth as he cradled the back of my head, fingers sliding through my hair.
“Don,” he moaned. “I missed you.”
Tears rushed to my eyes at his words. I trailed my lips over his cheek and down his neck, tongue flicking out to taste him. Vince arched when I found a sensitive spot. I bit him, not enough to mark him. He cried out, pulling me closer. Vince began to writhe beneath me, his hard cock pressing against me.
“Clothes,” he ordered, hands dragging down my back. “Now.”
I leaned back, staring at my mate. His round pupils were blown wide with arousal and his breath was harsh. He didn’t have a single stitch of clothing on, allowing me to see all of his glorious pale skin. His cock jutted up toward his stomach, the head red and swollen, and it leaked pre-seed all over him.
Slowly, I pulled off my clothes, and Vince’s eyes narrowed while he took me in. I expected some thoughts on my weight loss, but all I sensed was more arousal and possessive need.
He thought,Mine.
“Yours,” I replied without hesitation. I stretched my wings out and revelled in the sharp gasp he gave. Vince loved my wings. Smiling, I slid off him and pulled off my trousers. His eyes were locked on my butt from his thoughts. My tail flicked. I wanted my mate inside of me, claiming me.
“Don,” he moaned, voice and thoughts growing desperate.
“Yes,” I said, in response to his thoughts about what he wanted.
He reached for the lube, which was already on the bed, and slicked himself up, cock glistening. “Don,” Vince said, reaching for me.
He wanted to make sure I was ready for him, but I couldn’t hold on any longer. I straddled him and reached back for his cock. I angled it toward me and started to lower onto him.
Vince moaned, hands clamping my hips. “Sweetheart.”
There was a flash of stretch from the sudden intrusion that passed quickly; I didn’t require as much prep as human males did. I lowered and lifted, keeping my eyes on him, until he filled me completely. Vince panted beneath me, gripping me. His touch was a tad harder than usual, but not enough to cause pain.
I watched my mate as I rode him, hips rocking and rolling. We’d never done this before, as Vince didn’t like anyone else in control, but he wasn’t struggling this time. He was grunting and groaning, thrusting up into me.
When the head of his cock brushed my cluster of nerves, I cried out.
“So beautiful,” Vince said. “You are so fucking beautiful.”
Heat filled me at the compliment.
“Ride me, Don,” he ordered, “like you want me to fill your hole with so much cum that you will never be free of it.”
I whimpered, and began to slide up and down his thick cock faster.
“Do you like it?” he asked. “Did you miss this?”
“Yes,” I cried. “You fill me perfectly. I’m so full. I needed this. I needed you.”
“Good boy.” Vince grinned, thrusting up into me. “My Don.”
My eyes closed as I moaned.
He bucked under me, pushing harder into me. “Look at me, Sweetheart. I need to see that it’s you.”
