Refusing to give into his nerves, Marius clung tightly to Cathair’s biceps as his mouth was ravaged by Cathair’s searing lips. He was aware they were no longer in the seers’ house and that there was a bed under his back. That was all he needed to know. Marius focused on the feel of Cathair’s skin against his, the slide of hard muscles on his chest ramping up his hunger. Calling on his memories of the dreams that plagued him before Cathair barreled into his life, Marius searched for how he felt in his dream state. The sweet surrender; the desire to be cherished and cared for. The way his body opened up and accepted everything his mate had to give along with the rush and the feeling of completeness that came from Cathair’s cock in his ass.

The reality proved to be so much better. Cathair’s hands were firm but tender on his skin. Marius could feel the threads of desire flowing through his mate’s body as Cathair got him ready. No magic this time, which surprised him, but Marius relished the loving way Cathair took his time, sucking his cock as his fingers gently ran up and down Marius’s crack, brushing over his hole. Tremors ran through his body as nerves he wasn’t aware of suddenly came to life. He wanted to arch into Cathair’s fingers, but his mate’s mouth on his cock was too good to pull back from.

Closing his eyes, Marius focused on the moment and the things dreams couldn’t capture. Their scents mingled in the air, heavily laced with their arousal. Cathair’s grunts and moans filled his ears and his too, if he was honest with himself. Because once he’d gotten over his initial instinct to pull away the moment Cathair cupped his ass cheeks, lust and need flooded his body and it wasn’t in Marius’s nature to be quiet about his pleasure.

The first breach brought a startled gasp from his throat, but Marius exhaled long and slow, knowing if he tightened up he’d only cause himself pain. Cathair’s hand was rubbing soothing circles on his lower belly, while his mouth bobbed and teased up and down Marius’s shaft. The man’s a genius, Marius thought, remembering for some reason how he and his brothers once tried to pat their heads with one hand and rub their stomachs with the other. It wasn’t easy and took a lot of focus but…oops, there goes another finger.

The pressure in his ass was more urgent now and Marius could feel the stretch. Cathair didn’t pump into him; seemingly happy to let Marius get used to the invasion while he continued his oral worship of Marius’s cock. A cock that was primed to let loose any moment. Marius felt his balls tighten and wiggled slightly as the tingles spread across the base of his spine. Cathair added his third finger and yep, that pulled Marius’s urges back a bit.

There was a slight sting, a feeling of fullness and then Cathair brushed across his prostate and Marius howled. He couldn’t help himself. A pleasurable ache ran through every cell in his body and he thrust up into Cathair’s mouth, suddenly desperate to come. When Cathair’s mouth and fingers disappeared, Marius’s eyes flew open and he growled his displeasure.

“Just a second, my love,” Cathair grunted as he wiped lube around his own erection. Marius’s legs were cradled in Cathair’s strong arms and a pillow cushioned his butt cheeks. “Ready?”

“Yes, damn it.” And Marius was so ready. As Cathair pushed his cock through Marius’s defenses, Marius let out a long breath. He froze for just a moment as an image of his father’s angry face flashed through his brain. But Cathair’s cock brushed along his hot spot and Marius’s mind went blank. All he could feel was the power of Cathair’s body; his thick length stretching his insides to breaking point. He inhaled deeply, his senses comforted by the smell of their sex and his moans rang out in harmony with Cathair’s own.

It seemed like forever, although Marius knew it was less than a minute and Cathair’s hips touched his butt cheeks. Breathing slowly, long breaths in and out, Marius let his body adjust. His wolf, who usually ignored anything sexual was buzzing with excitement; relishing the care and attention from their mate. It was a foreign feeling, but one Marius knew he could get used to. Letting out his breath one last time, he whispered, “move.”

Cathair was being careful, Marius could tell. The gentle way he rocked his hips, cradling Marius’s legs as though he was special. The way his eyes were glued to Marius’s face, watching for any discomfort. But Marius didn’t want careful. In his dreams it was never his first time and he wanted to feel the same blinding pleasure that filled his nights more times than he could count. “More,” he growled, grabbing hold of Cathair’s hips and slamming their bodies together. “Don’t hold back.”

Tilting his legs up further towards his chest, Cathair picked up the pace; Marius’s hands urging him faster with every thrust. Before long they were both grunting, well beyond the capacity to speak and Marius yelled as his cock strained to find friction. With his body tilted there was nothing to use but his own hand, but when he grabbed his cock something primal unleashed inside Cathair. Marius’s head rocked back against the covers as his mate pounded into his body. He was there…right there. With a final brush over his prostate, Marius howled to the ceiling as his come splattered his chest, his balls throbbing as they pulsed with the force of his orgasm.

Letting his back relax back onto the mattress, Marius sighed as endorphins pinged their merry way around his body. Cathair’s hips stuttered and then slammed into him one more time and Marius felt a sticky warmth coat his insides. As Cathair released his legs and leaned over his body, brushing his face with kisses, Marius allowed himself a smile. While anal sex was something he would definitely get used to over time, the love Marius could feel through their growing bond was something he’d cherish forever.

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Cathair was struggling not to just slump over Marius’s body. His limbs were jellified and his balls ached. He was sure he’d never come so hard in his life. Squashing his mate was considered bad form, but Cathair didn’t want to move. Marius’s trust in him meant far more than any sexual act. He’d meant what he’d said. If Marius could never bring himself to bottom again, then he’d accept it. For the first time in his life he understood how encompassing the concept of love could be.

Sex and lust, like he’d felt for Jorge, were all very well and good as a starting point for any relationship. But Cathair could never remember laughing with Jorge, outside of the bedroom. He couldn’t think of a single instance where the man stood by his side and supported him. Jorge’s pretty face and sexy body hid a shallow soul as he found out later to his humiliation. Marius, for all the flaws he believed he had, cared deeply for others, including him. Cathair was determined to show his mate his trust was not misplaced.

“Were you thinking of moving anytime soon, because I have to say the feeling of a half-hard cock tugging at my innards is more than a little weird.” Marius’s voice was sleepy and full of humor.

“I can always get it hard again.” Cathair winked, although the tiredness in his limbs would probably make a liar out of him.

“As pleasurable as that sounds,” Marius purred, “we do need to get back to the pack. How about you clean us up, we’ll take a nap and then head home?”

Home. It had a nice ring to it.