Mike Shade Bloodmoon

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"Oh, sweet fuck." Oh, that was what he needed, heat and pressure and pleasure.
"You're something else, Mikhail."
Steven bent to kiss him again, mouth hard, bruising his lips, splitting them open again.
He felt Steven's cock throb inside him as his blood landed on Steven's tongue. Mikhail
watched Steven's eyes, watched the pleasure there, the hunger. Yes. Yes, mate.
"Mine," whispered Steven, cock hitting his gland.
"Yes." His entire body rippled, ached. "Yes."
"Yes." Steven's eyes were wild, body moving hard and fast.
Everything in him buzzed, muscles bunching and shifting, ass gripping Steven's cock.
"Mikhail!" Steven moved even faster, pushing, bending again to bite at his neck, opening
his skin.
"Yours. Mate. Steven. Please." His blood poured from him, offered to Steven's hunger.
Steven drank, fucked, made him throb. He grabbed Steven's hand, put it on his cock,
moving them together in sure, strong strokes.
Hand, cock, mouth, Steven was moving, loving him. Mikhail flew, his cries and growls
echoing. Steven's lips met his again, tongue pushing in, tasting of copper and him.
His orgasm crashed over him, his howl echoing. Steven's cry followed, hips jerking
against him, heat filling him.
He groaned, eyes falling closed as he relaxed into the mattress. "Mate..."
Steven collapsed against him, purring, licking idly at his neck.
"Mmm... that's... yeah." By the moon, he was tired.
"Oh, I could sleep for days," murmured Steven. "What about you, big boy?"
"Mmhmm." He nodded, eyes closed, fading.
"I could get used to this," murmured Steven. "Having someone to sleep with, sleep
against. Warm. Good."
He nodded, drew Steven closer, cuddling. "Good."
Steven settled, hands petting.
Oh, this was. Yes. Just right.
Just right.
***
Two more nights Steven watched Mikhail change, learned the wolf's shape, the softness
of his fur. The sharpness of his teeth. Mikhail was a truly beautiful animal.
It was the man who made Steven come alive though. The taste of Mikhail's blood, the
way it gave him strength. The scent of the man's come, the feeling of Mike s skin beneath
his teeth.
It was the fourth night since Mikhail had first begun to change; he'd been assured last
night had been the final night. He certainly hoped so, he was beginning to pout. And it
wasn't a very good look on him.
He could feel the sun fading and he shifted, turned to find Mikhail.
Mikhail smiled, face relaxed, eyes warm. "Hello, Steven."
He smiled back. "Hello, Mikhail. I trust you will not be changing this night?"
"No. The cycle is finished. Are you tired of spending your waking hours with the beast?"
Steven shrugged. "Less tired and more missing having you strong and well-rested while
you're fucking me."
Mikhail chuckled, rolled atop him. "Yeah? You need a good, hard fucking?"
He purred, arching, rubbing up against Mikhail. "Most desperately."
Those warm eyes lit up, his legs caught up in strong arms so he was spread. "Good."
He moaned and bucked, fighting Mikhail some, enjoying the fact that Mikhail matched
him strength for strength.
"Mmm... no. Mine." Mikhail nipped his calf, playful, awake.
He laughed. "Prove it."
Mikhail surged, cock nudging his hole, muscles bunching. His eyes rolled, body bucking,
trying to get that cock inside, but Mikhail's hands held his legs tight, keeping him almost
still.
"Mine." Mikhail's eyes were sure, quiet. Serious.
He nodded slowly. "You just might be right." He seemed to be well and truly caught.
Mikhail nodded. "Wolves mate for life. You... are in my blood." The words were
punctuated by the press of that long prick inside him.
He cried out, bucking up into the penetration. Blood, he understood. Mikhail gave him no
quarter, drove into him, giving him all he needed.
"Harder," he demanded, fingers scrapping across Mikhail's back.
"Yes." Mikhail snarled at him, pushing harder, deeper.
He leaned up, grabbing Mikhail's nipple between his teeth, biting until he drew blood.
The pleasure surged through him, tongue and ass connected, aflame.
"Yours. Inside you."
"Yes," he hissed, back bowed as he continued to suck. Fuck, he was hard. Harder than
he'd ever been.
"Beautiful. My Steven. Love."
He cried out, his cock spilling without a single touch to it. Mikhail's blood, his cock, his
words enough. More than enough. Mikhail thrust a few more times, filled him with heat,
the look in those eyes ecstatic. That heat spread through him, ignited a fire in him that
warmed him all over. He'd never felt so high from feeding before, only with Mikhail.
He wrapped his arms around his lover, tugging him down, enjoying Mikhail's weight on
him.
"Mmm... hello. Good evening."
He laughed, feeling good all the way through. "It is, isn't it, Mikhail? A very good one."
"Indeed." Mikhail thrust again, cock rubbing his gland.
He gasped, cock twitching, body shivering. "I will fill again, Mikhail. Your blood makes
anything possible."
He received a wolfish grin, the motion coming again and again.
"Your stamina is inspiring," he told Mikhail, body bucking lazily to meet Mikhail's
thrusts.
"You make me hungry, make me hard."
"Yes." He reached up, stroking Mikhail's cheeks, fingers dragging along the day's growth
of hair, feeling it scratch against his skin, rough like Mikhail himself. Mikhail purred,
pushing into the touch, the look on his face pure bliss.
"Hedonist," Steven accused, laughing softly. If ever there was a pot calling a kettle
black...
"Your own." Mikhail's teeth scraped his wrist, his palm.
"Oh." He shivered, something inside him unfurling at the touch of Mikhail's teeth. If he [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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