Chapter Ten
Donnie slammed the door shut behind him, grabbing Jeremy and slamming their lips together. Jeremy parted his lips, and Donnie groaned when their tongues touched. He’d dreamed of tasting Jeremy, of holding and touching him.
He pushed him up against the wall and kicked his legs apart, pushing his hips into the gap and grinding their hard dicks together.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” he muttered in between kisses.
Jeremy moaned, his head tilting to the side and Donnie slid his fangs over the skin. He needed to feed, but he wanted to do it while pounding Jeremy’s tight ass.
“Please,” Jeremy panted out.
He leaned back and ripped Jeremy’s shirt, the buttons pinging off. Jeremy shrugged it off and let it fall to the floor. Fisting a hand in Jeremy’s hair, he pulled his head back and licked down his neck. At the base, he sucked hard, leaving a mark on the pale skin and grinned at the stamp of ownership.
Moving further down, he sucked a nipple into his mouth, feeling Jeremy’s body shudder. He flicked his tongue over it, loving how hard it went. Gripping it in his teeth, he glanced up at Jeremy, their eyes meeting.
He pulled away without releasing it, stretching his nipple. Jeremy gasped. Releasing it, Donnie tweaked it with his thumb and finger. “So sensitive,” he whispered against Jeremy’s skin.
He kissed his way over to the other one and sucked it in, hearing Jeremy moan loudly above him. He stayed there, moving between them, licking and sucking and biting them until they were red and hard.
He rubbed his face in the hairs on Jeremy’s chest, inhaling his unique scent. He’d thought about this the entire time he’d been away. Knew he’d need to be as close as possible when he returned.
His mate. He needed his mate.
It was overwhelming how much he’d needed to be near him, to hear his voice, to see his face. This must be what mates did to one another.
He moved away from Jeremy’s nipples, licking his way down his body. As he dropped down between Jeremy’s feet, he popped the button on his jeans and pulled the zipper down. Watching Jeremy the entire time, he saw the flush develop on his skin, the pupils widen.
Smiling, he pulled the hem of the briefs down, revealing the head on Jeremy’s hard, leaking cock. He licked across it, moaning as the taste of precome burst onto his tongue. Nothing tasted better than Jeremy.
He sucked the head in, closing his eyes and humming. He swirled his tongue around the head as he pulled Jeremy’s jeans and briefs down over his hips and ass.
He gripped his ass cheeks, pulling him closer and taking more of his long cock into his mouth. Holding onto the base, he licked up the shaft, his tongue dipping into the slit, then swallowed him down again.
When he pulled off, he sucked one of Jeremy’s balls into his mouth, his thumb rubbing the bundle of nerves beneath the mushroomed head. He knew Jeremy loved having his balls played with and Donnie lavished them with attention, moving between them and getting them nice and wet.
He moved back up, licking along the shaft and sucking the head back into his mouth as he rolled Jeremy’s balls in his hand.
“Oh fuck, Donnie. So close.”
He knew he was. He could feel the balls tighten in his hand, and he sucked harder on Jeremy’s dick, taking him all the way down and humming.
Jeremy cried out, and Donnie felt his dick harden even further. He pulled back and come splashed over Donnie’s tongue. He sucked harder, swallowing everything that Jeremy gave, loving the taste. He never thought he’d be in this position with a man as his mate, but being with Jeremy was easy. Giving Jeremy pleasure was easy because it made him happy seeing his mate satisfied.
He kept swallowing until Jeremy pulled away and he let his dick slip from his mouth. He looked up at him from where he knelt between his legs and smiled at the disheveled look. Jeremy panted above him, his skin covered in a sheen of sweat, and to Donnie, he looked fucking gorgeous.
“I love you.”
Jeremy’s eyes widened, and he grinned down at him. “Love you too.”
“Good. Are you ready?” He smirked at the frown on Jeremy’s face.
Standing, he kissed Jeremy’s lips then spun him around, grabbing his hands and placing them on the wall. “I’m gonna fuck you like this.
Jeremy groaned and kicked his jeans and briefs off. He bent over and looked at Donnie from over his shoulder.
“Do it. Fuck me. Hard and fast. I need to feel you.”
Donnie groaned and practically ripped his clothes off his body. He needed to be naked. Skin on skin.
He grabbed his jeans and pulled the packet of lube free. Ripping it open, he coated his fingers then rubbed them over Jeremy’s hole.
Pushing one in, he rubbed his other hand over Jeremy’s back, the sweat covering it letting his hand glide easily. One finger became two and then three.
“Stop, Donnie. Fuck me now!”
Donnie pulled his fingers free and lined his cock up, trembling at the intensity of emotions running through him.
Jeremy looked over his shoulder at him. “Shh, baby. It’s okay.”
He nodded and closed his eyes, leaning his forehead on Jeremy’s damp back. “Sorry.”
“You’re home, and now you need to fuck me, or we’ll have a problem.”
Chuckling, he lifted his head and looked into Jeremy’s eyes, seeing the love. He leaned forward and kissed him gently. “Love you.”
“You too.”
He moved back and lined his dick up again with Jeremy’s hole and then slowly pushed.
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His hands flattened on the wall, Jeremy arched up, standing on tiptoe as Donnie pushed. He felt the head pop through, and he moaned, dropping his head to rest on the wall. Donnie’s hands gripped his hips, and he was certain he’d have bruises, but he didn’t give a fuck. He needed Donnie like he needed air.
Donnie slammed in and Jeremy whimpered at the pleasure and pain that flooded him.
“Ready?” Donnie panted. “Hard and fast.”
Jeremy barely managed to nod before Donnie set a hard, fast pace, hitting his prostate every time. He grunted with every thrust into his body, hearing Donnie moaning behind him.
Emotions rushed through him, arousal, lust, love. His and Donnie’s. As close as they were, it was hard not to feel them, and they ramped Jeremy up further, bringing his orgasm closer. He’d just come, but he could feel another one building.
“God, babe, I’m close,” Jeremy stuttered out.
Jeremy tilted his head, baring his neck, and Donnie struck. A brief flash of pain quickly turned to pleasure and Jeremy came, his dick untouched, screaming at the intense emotions rushing through him. He was in heaven.
His body shuddered and jerked, and he lost all control. Donnie’s movement became erratic and then his ass filled with heat as Donnie too came.
He didn’t know how long he stood against the wall, but at some point, he became aware of Donnie licking his neck, sending shivers through him.
“Missed you,” Donnie whispered on his skin. “But I love coming home to you.”
Jeremy lifted his hand and palmed Donnie’s cheek. They stared at each other. “Missed you too.”
Donnie moved back, slowly easing his soft dick from his mate’s ass and Jeremy hissed at the small pain.
“Sorry.” Donnie winced.
“I’m not.” Jeremy turned around and looped his arms around Donnie’s shoulders, bringing him closer to kiss him slowly but thoroughly. “I get to feel you all night.” His face tightened up when he felt Donnie’s come leaking from his ass.
“Shower?” Donnie grinned at him. “You definitely need one.”
“Oh, yeah? You gonna help me?”
Donnie’s grin turned dirty. “Absolutely.”
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Later that night after they had showered and eaten, they lay in bed next to each other, Jeremy's head on Donnie's chest, listening to his heartbeat.
It was a perfect moment. His man was back home from work safe and sound, and they'd reconnected both physically and emotionally.
He ran his hand over Donnie's skin, enjoying the fact that he could. It still surprised him that he was here with Donnie. After everything he'd been through, he could honestly say he never expected to be in a relationship. Donnie, his mate. A vampire.
His fingers traced patterns over his skin, and he glanced up at him, a small smile on his face when he noticed Donnie was asleep.
Good. Donnie needed to sleep.
He hadn't mentioned the messages he'd received from Patrick. He didn't want to ruin their developing relationship, and Patrick was miles away. He couldn't do anything to harm Jeremy.
He snuggled closer, feeling Donnie's arm tighten around him in response. "Hey," Donnie muttered, his voice gravelly from sleep.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to wake you."
Donnie looked at him, smiling. "You didn't." He rolled over onto his side to face Jeremy and touched their lips together. "So glad I'm home, babe."
They kissed for a few seconds. "Me too."
"You gonna tell me what's going on? I can feel it." He rubbed his chest as he spoke, causing Jeremy to close his eyes. "What's wrong, babe?"
He shook his head. Here he was, thinking he'd managed to keep it away from Donnie. Sighing, he opened them. "Patrick."
Donnie frowned. "Your ex?" When Jeremy nodded, he continued, "What's going on?"
"He's been messaging me."
"I thought you'd changed your number." Once Jeremy had told Donnie what had happened with Patrick, he'd wanted to ensure he was safe and had made sure Jeremy had changed his number... again.
"I have. I don't know how Patrick got it. I've spoken to my family, and they haven't told him. I don't know who would give it to him."
"What has he said?"
"Wait here. I'll get my cell so you can read the messages."
It took Jeremy seconds to get his cell, and he passed it over, watching the frown on Donnie's face deepen.
"Not gonna happen. He's not getting you back."
"I know. Don't worry. Patrick doesn't know where I am. There's no way he can find me, and anyway, I have you now."
"Damn straight you do. You're mine, Jeremy Sutton."
"I am." Jeremy grinned.
Donnie rolled on top of him, spreading his legs wide and lifting his right one up. He felt Donnie's hard dick probe his hole, and he relaxed so he could push in. He gasped, arching back when Donnie moved, fucking him hard.
"You're mine. No one else's." Each word was followed by a hard thrust into Jeremy's body, leaving him in no doubt that Donnie was claiming him. He rolled his head to the side and heard Donnie growl before he struck, biting hard and deep.
He came, shooting over both their abs and chests and Donnie fucked him through it, never stopping.
"Mine," he growled again.
"Yes, all yours."
And he was. He belonged heart and soul to Donnie Smith.