[Smut ahead.]
Liam lay panting against the sheets, boneless and overwhelmed, his thoughts still scattered beneath the lingering force of the bond.
He felt Arik shift, the weight on him changing as he slowly pulled out. The sensation was overwhelming; cool air rushed in, and he felt slickness drip from his body onto the sheets below.
A soft sound of confusion escaped Liam’s lips. He forced his heavy eyelids open and blinked to clear his vision.
Arik had risen up on his knees, still between Liam’s spread legs. The morning light caught the sweat on his chest, highlighting the powerful lines of his new build. His expression was dark, and his molten-gold eyes were fixed on Liam with a frightening intensity.
Then Liam’s gaze drifted downward.
Arik’s erection rested against Liam’s stomach. The broad head, glistening with Liam’s release, lay well past his navel. A fresh wave of heat, this time born of shock, washed over Liam. He was aware that Arik was larger and had felt the overwhelming stretch, but seeing the evidence against his own skin was something entirely different.
Liam’s heart seemed willing to get out of his chest. His knuckles were white from clenching the sheets. He stared, speechless, at the sheer size of the man who had just been inside him.
Arik watched the realization dawn in Liam’s eyes. A slow, dangerous smile spread across his face.
"You see?" Arik’s voice was a low, rough purr, vibrating with a possessiveness that was almost feral. "You were made for me."
He moved then, lowering himself again, covering Liam’s body with his own. He braced his forearms on either side of Liam’s head, caging him in. His cock, still hard, pressed against Liam’s stomach.
"Look at you," Arik murmured, his eyes roaming over Liam’s flushed face, his heaving chest, and the marks already blooming on his skin. "All mine. Fucked out and marked. And I’m not even close to done with you."
He lowered his head, his mouth finding Liam’s in a brutal kiss. It was all teeth and tongue, a desperate, hungry taking that left no room for tenderness. Liam, still recovering from his orgasm, could only moan into it, his hands coming up to tangle in Arik’s hair.
Arik’s hips began to move again, grinding his cock against Liam’s already hardening cock.
Arik’s breath broke against his lips.
"I could keep you here forever," he said, his voice low and almost feral. "Under me, wrapped around me, carrying my scent until no one could look at you without knowing exactly where you belong."
Liam’s body arched toward him before pride could stop it.
Arik smiled against his mouth.
"There you are."
Liam caught his lower lip between his teeth.
"Stop talking."
Arik’s smile widened, a flash of white in the dim light. "Make me."
He shifted his weight, creating just enough space between their bodies to watch as he took both of their cocks in one large hand. The sight was obscene, Arik’s larger, darker length pressing against Liam’s own, both flushed and leaking. He began to stroke them together, his grip firm, his thumb swiping over the heads on every pass.
Pleasure coiled tight and hot in Liam’s groin, building at an alarming rate. His hips began to lift, chasing the friction, and his breathing became ragged gasps. He was so close to the edge, his entire body tensed with anticipation.
"Arik," he moaned, his head thrown back against the pillows. "Gods, Arik, I’m going to—"
The pleasure vanished.
Arik released him completely, pulling away just as he was ready to cum. A frustrated cry tore from Liam’s throat, his eyes flying open to glare at the man now kneeling between his thighs. Arik’s expression was one of dark, unhinged satisfaction, his chest heaving as he watched Liam’s body writhe with denied release.
"Bastard," Liam panted, his hands fisting in the sheets.
Arik’s only answer was a low chuckle before he lowered his head, his lips closed around one peaked nipple, sucking hard before his teeth scraped over the sensitive nub. Liam cried out, his back arching off the bed. Arik repeated the action on the other side, then began a slow path down Liam’s body with his mouth.
He licked and bit his way across Liam’s chest and stomach, leaving behind stinging marks of possession. When he reached the mess of Liam’s earlier release, he lapped at the cooling fluid on Liam’s skin, his tongue swirling through the evidence of his pleasure before his teeth sank gently into the flesh just above his navel.
"Arik!" Liam gasped, his hands flying to Arik’s hair, torn between pushing him away and drawing him in.
Arik ignored his protest, his journey ending right above the base of his mate’s cock. But instead of giving Liam what he wanted, he shifted again. He hooked his arms under Liam’s thighs, lifting and rearranging his pliant body until Liam’s legs were draped over Arik’s shoulders, his hips tilted up, and his hole completely exposed.
Before Liam could protest at the manhandling, Arik lowered his head and licked a broad, flat stripe over Liam’s hole.
Liam’s whole body jerked as if struck by lightning. A hoarse shout was torn from his throat, his fingers tightening desperately in Arik’s hair.
Arik did it again, slower this time, his tongue probing gently, tasting, claiming him without shame.
He ate Liam out, his tongue delving deep, circling the rim, then pressing inside. The sounds were obscene, wet, and messy in the quiet room, accompanied by Liam’s helpless moans and cries. The denied orgasm from a moment ago was forgotten as a new, more intense pleasure developed, centered on the area where Arik’s mouth was consuming him.
Arik’s hands held him open, his thumbs spreading Liam’s cheeks to give himself better access. He was unrelenting, his tongue fucking into Liam’s body, his lips sucking at the rim, and his teeth scraping in such a way that Liam saw stars. The bond between them flared, carrying Arik’s dark satisfaction, his hunger, and his absolute possession.
"Arik, please," Liam begged, his voice breaking. "Please, I need... I need you."
Arik lifted his head, his chin glistening, his eyes burning with a fierce, triumphant light. "You have me, my love," he growled, his voice rough with desire. "Every part of me."
Arik let Liam’s thighs fall open around his hips as he moved up and over him. He didn’t give Liam time to process the change, to miss the heat of his mouth as he positioned himself and drove back in.
Liam was still stretched and slick from Arik’s mouth and their previous meeting, but his sheer size and the force of his entry took Liam’s breath away again. It was deeper this time. Arik’s control was completely gone, replaced by a primal, instinctual desire to claim and mate.
He set a brutal rhythm, each thrust a hard, deep claiming, the relentless slap of skin against skin, the headboard’s frantic percussion against the wall, and the raw, guttural sounds tearing from both their throats.
Their bond was a frenzy of emotion, a chaotic storm of possessiveness, pleasure, and desperate, aching love. Liam could feel Arik’s frantic need not just to take but to belong, to merge them so completely there would be no end to him and no beginning to Arik.
On the next deep thrust, Arik groaned, and Liam felt the thick pressure at the base of Arik’s cock, a swelling that seemed to catch against his rim, stretching him even wider with every push.
"Arik?" Liam gasped, his hands flying to Arik’s hips, trying to still him.
Arik’s only response was to bury his face in Liam’s neck, his hips moving with short, sharp jabs.
"Gods," Arik choked out against his skin. "Liam... my knot... it’s..."
He didn’t need to finish. With one final thrust, the swollen base of his cock pushed past the tight ring of muscle and lodged itself inside.
The sensation was one of overwhelming fullness, a pressure against Liam’s inner walls that sent sparks shooting through his entire body. Arik’s body went rigid above him, a shudder running through him as his knot swelled to its full size, tying them together.
"Arik!" Liam cried out, his body arching as the overwhelming stimulation drove him over the edge.
"Mine," Arik snarled, his voice barely human. He gripped Liam’s hips, keeping him still as his body began to pulse. He came with a series of deep groans, his hot release flooding Liam’s insides.
The sensation of Arik’s knot, the pulsing heat of his climax, and the overwhelming possessiveness that filled the bond—it was too much. Liam’s orgasm tore through him, his vision whitening out as his cock spilled between them, untouched. His body convulsed, his inner muscles clamping down hard on Arik’s knot, milking him for every drop.
Arik collapsed onto his forearms, his forehead resting against Liam’s, his body trembling with the force of his release.