Page 20 of A Swan for Christmas

Kellan shook his head. “No, not slow. I need you so much.”

Vic rose on his knees, then wrapped his large hand around Kellan’s nape, tugging him closer. “I need you, too. But I refuse to hurt you by being too eager.”

Kellan tumbled onto Vic’s lap. “You won’t. I can… I can tell I’m getting slick, that I’m ready for you.”

“That’s not the only thing you’ll need to make you ready for me.” Vic offered him a soft smile. “No matter what, I’ll make sure it’s good.”

As Vic pulled and tugged at his clothes, he placed soft kisses along Kellan’s forehead, his jaw, his neck. Kellan moaned, rubbing his body against Vic’s, the maddening urge to be mated clawing at him and reducing him to nothing but a wild thing demanding to be fucked raw.

Vic’s caresses remained tender as he gentled him. Kellan fought his mate, tried to lure him into dispensing with the foreplay and driving into him instead.

“Shh, Kellan. We have all night.”

They were both finally naked, so drawing things out any longer seemed ridiculous. Kellan straddled Vic’s lap, grinding his heated length against Vic’s. Kellan threw back his head, hissing at the glorious heat branding him where their hardened cocks met.

Ah, yes.

Time became nothing as he writhed on Vic’s lap, every nerve in his body screaming and making him crazy. Vic ran his palms over Kellan’s skin, touching and kneading him, driving his desire to a fevered pitch. Kellan let out a small whimper as Vic ghosted a finger over his twitching hole. He arched his back in a futile effort to force Vic to breach him.

“I know you’re aching, sweetheart. But let me guide you so you don’t get hurt.”

Kellan collapsed against Vic’s body, frustration threatening to tear him apart. He nuzzled Vic’s face, his beard, then clamped his teeth onto Vic’s earlobe and bit down hard. Vic let out a cry and swatted Kellan’s ass.

“That’s enough, love. Behave yourself. You won’t goad me into penetrating you too soon.”

Soon? Is he kidding?

“Vic, please. Inside me, please.”

This time when Vic touched his hole, he didn’t pull away. He continued to tease Kellan’s wrinkled opening, sparking sensations in him he’d never experienced. Vic captured his lips in a heated kiss, pushing his tongue into Kellan’s mouth and exploring him thoroughly. Lost in their connection, of tasting his mate and sharing his breaths, he didn’t realize until it had already happened that Vic had pushed one finger inside his ass.

He bore down, not caring that Vic wanted to control their exchange. Kellan no longer felt as if he were the same person. Nothing existed for him except the agonizing need threatening to consume him alive. As if sensing how lost Kellan had become, Vic introduced a second finger, the burn and stretch so satisfying.

More.

“My sweetheart…”

Vic pumped his fingers in and out of Kellan’s passage while they traded kisses—their lips meeting then breaking free as they sought each other’s skin, nibbling and tasting whatever flesh they could reach. As Kellan squirmed in Vic’s lap, riding his fingers, he came, splashing his cum against Vic’s belly.

Vic flipped Kellan around so his back was to him. Whatever mad lust that ruled over Kellan had now seemed to take hold of Vic as well. He lifted Kellan up by his hips then pressed the blunt head of his dick against Kellan’s hole, pushing past his tight rim and spreading him impossibly wide. The initial resistance gave way as Kellan’s slick helped ease Vic into his ass.

Because Vic had changed their position, Kellan was able to brace his forehead against the couch cushion. He grasped the edge and pushed back, taking more of Vic’s thickness inside his body. They both let out a shared moan once he was fully seated. Vic held him still as if allowing him the chance to adjust to his girth.

Impaled on his mate’s length and enveloped in a glorious burn, Kellan finally understood what the fuss was all about. His hunger wasn’t completely sated, but he was closer than ever. Vic nipped at and licked his back, low growls rumbling from his chest as Vic began to thrust into his passage. Vic grasped Kellan’s shoulder with one hand and gripped his waist with the other, holding him in place as he drove his cock into Kellan in an increasingly quicker pace.

Vic fucked him faster and harder, a fine sheen of sweat building where their flesh met, their skin slapping together with each plunge that shoved Kellan against the couch’s edge. Vic froze, cocooning his frame around Kellan’s back. He reached beneath them and grabbed Kellan’s cock, stroking it with vigor as he shot his warm seed inside Kellan’s passage. Kellan let out a strangled cry, coming at the same moment that Vic’s cock seemed to swell at the base, spreading his rim more, then locking them in place.

“What’s happening?”

Vic rubbed his nose along Kellan’s shoulders and neck, scenting him as he continued to make low growling sounds.

“I’m knotting you. Filling you with my seed and keeping it there.”

Kellan knew nothing of wolf mating rituals, but he’d never heard of swans doing such a thing. The pulsing in his ass from Vic’s cock continued, the flutters pleasing. Being joined with his mate as if they were one was as wonderful as he’d imagined it would be. And while the edge had been taken off, he hoped Vic had been serious about them having the whole night ahead of them still.

Kellan had the feeling his heat was far from over.