Page 91 of Tethered Fates

I flick my tongue across my fang, cutting it open. The pain is nothing compared to the overwhelming pleasure of having my soulmate this close.

Teagan parts his soft, wet lips, and I let a drop of my blood hit his taste buds. His back snaps up as if I’ve filled him with my cock, then I slip my tongue inside his mouth. We kiss as if we might never see each other again. His fingers in my hair, I slowly grind my hard cock into him, which does nothing to tame the desire between us.

Fumbling, we rip our clothes off, breathing hard, laughing and trying to kiss all at the same time, until we’re both naked. I reach down to his soft cock, gently stroke him up and down. There is no shame in his eyes, only fierce joy and unabashed need.

Standing, I throw him over my shoulder. A laugh bursts out of Teagan, and I want to bottle that sound. Then I drop him on the mattress. He bounces, his curls flying around him.

“I have lube in my backpack.”

“And I have lube in my pocket.”

We smirk at each other—two slutty fools in love.

I grab the lube from his bag, not surprised to find the half-empty bottle covered in paint stains, and toss it on the bed before grabbing a pillow to set under his ass.

We kiss and touch. Bite and suck. My cock is so hard, I don’t think I’ll ever be soft again.

Then I take the lube and glance up at him.

Teagan smiles, wraps a single lock of my hair around his finger and tugs. “I want this. I want you, slick.”

“I want you, too, sweetheart.”

I pour the lube on my fingers. With one hand, I stroke his soft cock, then slowly duck to suck his balls into my mouth. Teagan gasps, his legs opening wider.

With my slick hand, I make a trail across his thigh and to his crack to find his tight rim. I circle the muscle, stroke and tease, playing with the soft skin.

“Just shove it in,” he demands, completely out of breath. “Don’t make me wait.”

I’m tempted to draw this out, but I’m just as impatient.

I slip one finger through his tight ring of muscle. Teagan thrusts up, letting out a broken yell, then a second one when I find his prostate—pressing down and stroking.

“God, another finger!” Teagan whines. I pay more attention to one of his balls, humming as I slurp it up. The skin of his shaft is as soft as butter. I pull it back to expose his sensitive head, using my thumb to circle the spongy tip.

“Sen—”

Teagan chokes on a cry as I pull out my finger, then shove two back in with no grace, aiming for his prostate.

Scissoring my fingers, I open him wider, adding more lube when I need to, then adding a third.

I pop off his balls, leaving them wet and shiny with my spit. “Want my cock, sweetheart?”

“Need your cock.”

Smirking, I sit up, stroking any leftover lube on my aching length. I lean over him, taking his mouth, and in between kisses, I notch the head of my cock at his tight asshole.

“Ready?” I ask.

He bobs his head up and down. “More than ready.”

Then I push in deep.

Teagan’s head rolls back as a moan rips out of him. His tight body squeezes my shaft. I gasp, grunt. Hold onto my soulmate like I’m on the edge and he’s all that can save me.

Delirious with pleasure, I mumble, “This is so fucking good, so fucking amazing, Teagan,” into his neck.

I bottom out, and for a moment, the only noise in the room is our combined breathing. The soulmate bond that connects us fortifies, his scent thickens in the air, and I gulp it down; sweet tea, warm sand, spicy cinnamon and…fuck. There it is, that other scent that’s pure Teagan. Closeness and joy and…fuck. He smells like comfort.