Wick could feel that Justice was in the house but he wanted him back in the bed. The sheets smelled like Justice and it kept Wick in a constant state of hardness from the moment he cracked his eyelids. He wasn’t tired, confused, hurt, or hungry anymore. Actually, he was hungry alright. Justice looked amazing in Wick’s robe. It was a bit tight around Justice’s large biceps and chest but that what’s made him look so appetizing.

Justice stood at the side of Wick’s massive bed and slowly removed the robe, letting it fall to the floor at his bare feet. Wick pulled back the edge of the thick blanket and invited Justice back inside, giving him a quick glimpse of hairless, ivory skin that quickly drew Justice in like the call of a full moon. He covered Wick’s body, both of them moaning at the first contact.

“Good evening sleepy head.”

Wick could wake up to the sound of Justice’s hypnotic voice every day. Feel his presence all around him even when he rested. “Are you always so warm?” Wick asked sexily, molding his body to Justice. He was so used to his low body temperature, that he’d rarely paid attention to others’. Justice had a sweltering hotness that made Wick ignite inside.

“Yes. Anytime you want my heat… take it,” Justice said against Wick’s ear, licking his way inside.

Wick began to move his hands all over Justice’s thick body. He had to touch him, smell him, taste him. His breathing picked up as he pressed his face against Justice’s throat, flicking his tongue along the prickly stubble while he tortured himself in the best way. Making himself wait to taste his Beloved again, until he just couldn’t another second.

“You’re hungry. I can feel it.” Justice released so much arousal into the room when he moaned those words while on top of Wick that Wick went into a crazy lust for not only Justice’s blood but another one of his bodily fluids. He’d show Justice a trick he knew to get both at the same time… later.

Wick writhed underneath Justice’s bulk, pricking and provoking him with his fangs. He could feel Justice’s anticipation for him to sink his teeth into him, his desire for it. Just as it was destined to be, his mate was crazy for his love kiss.

Justice let his entire weight down, halting Wick’s movements, and gripped the back of his neck. He pushed Wick’s mouth to his throat and tilted his head back. “Bite,” Justice growled.

“My Alpha.” He couldn’t refuse the command. Wick gripped Justice’s hips, tilted his pelvis up and bit down with finesse and grace, careful not to give his mate an ounce of displeasure from his kiss. He’d wanted to have some fun first, but Justice’s wolf needed his mate’s hunger sated.

“Oh fuck.” Justice snapped his hips when Wick began to suck.

He made sure to lave his tongue over the reddening skin as he fed, massaging the tender flesh and making his mate come undone.

“Feels so damn good.” Justice held Wick steady with one hand while he worked Wick’s thighs apart with his other. “I need to come inside you, now.”

Wick didn’t stop drinking. Justice was that delicious and that plentiful.

“Stay on top of me. Always.” Wick hooked his ankles around Justice’s calves, thrusting his aching hardness up against Justice’s stomach. He was losing control.

Justice ground against him, pushing Wick deeper into the foam mattress, all the muscles and weight made Wick feel wanted… treasured. He’d never felt that from another, not even his father or siblings.

“God, yes. Take more,” Justice urged, palming a handful of Wick’s ass, squeezing and massaging the thickness. When Wick felt the tip of Justice’s finger push against his hole, he had to stop. Wick withdrew his fangs, his obsidian eyes rolling around behind his lids while he savored the flavor of his Beloved on his tongue. Like the rarest, most exclusive fruit. Erotic, sweet and bold. Only available to Wick.

“Take what we both need, Justice, please. Please,” Wick said breathlessly, laying boneless and completely submissive to his alpha.

Justice released a moan slash growl, when he stared down at Wick’s obedient form. Wick stared back, nothing else in the room was more fascinating than the man above him. Then Justice did something that surprised the hell out of him and had Wick seeing double. Justice leaned in and sucked Wick’s wine-flavored tongue inside his own mouth, tasted his life’s energy and relishing at the flavor he found. Justice sucked harder, pumping his strong hips and revving up the intensity. Justice held Wick’s face in his palms and licked at his fangs… cleaning them.

“Justice, oh my—” It blew Wick’s mind. So romantic, intimate. A natural desire of his true mate.

“Lube?” Justice barely bit out. His eyes were a startling shade of blue, his neck was taut and the veins protruding from his forearms said he was barely keeping from grabbing Wick, flipping him over and slamming himself inside.

“Never did like the stuff,” Wick replied.

Justice reared back on his knees between Wick’s legs. He looked like he belonged there, like he owned him. So big and powerful, their mating radiating a phenomenal amount of energy into the air. “What do you like then?” Justice squeezed a large bead of precome to the tip of his cock, smoothing a thin layer of stickiness down his shaft.

“I like natural. Only you. Nothing more.” Wick turned over on his stomach, erotically gliding his pale skin over the black satin sheets.

“A King after my own heart.” Justice lined his dick up against his tight opening.

Wick bristled, his legs beginning to shake the more Justice pressed at him.

“You’re so tight,” Justice hissed, holding the base of his ruddy shaft with one hand while he clamped the other down on the back of Wick’s neck. It was a massive display of dominance that had Wick mewling and arching his back already.

“No, it’s fine. I don’t feel pain. You won’t hurt me, Justice, I swear. I heal way too fast for pain to even register.” Wick had no time to explain, he was already about to explode, his release so close to the edge.  “Justice, take me.”

Wick heard Justice spit a few times, then that insistent pressure was back, only this time Justice wasn’t hesitating or worrying about being gentle. As soon as the head thrust past the last bit of resistance, Justice drove in until his pelvis was flush against Wick’s smooth ass. Wick clenched his fists and cried blissfully into the thick pillows.

“Fuck that, baby. I need to hear you.” Justice grabbed a handful of Wick’s jet-black, messy hair and turned his face to the side. He leaned down - that last inch tipping Wick over - and gave Wick his tongue. Giving Wick all of him. Justice’s thrusts were deep and sure. “Everyone will hear how much I please my mate.”

Wick was used to vampires being secretive and confidential. Shifters, especially alphas, liked to display their confidence and their ability to provide and protect. He’d never deny Justice what he needed. Refusing to hide his moans and grunts of ecstasy, Wick rose on his knees, leaning back for another soul-searching kiss and Justice was quick to give it to him. Even his mouth was hot, and Wick imagined all that warmth surrounding his dick.

Justice abruptly released Wick’s mouth, breathing harshly against his cheek. “You want my mouth on you.”

Wick hadn’t realized he’d let that into their link, but he had little to do with all the freaky places his brain was taking him. The possibilities seemed endless. “I want you everywhere.”

Justice thundered into Wick’s body, his merciless pounding rocking the bed’s foundation. Wick felt the storm brewing, his balls churning and electricity streaking down his spine.

“God, look at you.” Justice slowed down, then carefully pulled out. “Turn over.”

This was it. He was about to be claimed, linked to Justice for the rest of his years. Wick had been alone for so long. Escorts and house lords didn’t count. Wick yearned for a real home. Justice would be that.

His nerves were ablaze. Every touch, look, lick, every feeling Justice gave him took him closer to nirvana. Justice brought one of Wick’s legs up and kissed the meaty part of his calf. He placed his leg up on his shoulder and pushed back inside. Justice was leaking inside him, making the glide just enough, delicious and sensual. Wick grabbed his cock, but Justice hurried to take over that job. He stroked Wick in time with his lunges.

“You feel so amazing. Better than I ever dreamed.” Wick’s ass clenched and Justice yelled his pleasure. Wick’s vision flashed before him, his animal riding him to hurry up and be claimed. Wick gave Justice a look of affection, adoration and respect before he cast his eyes down, tilted his head and shown his throat to his Beloved, his Alpha, his true destined mate.

Justice growled and grunted, made noises like they were battling. His voice was thick, shredded, as long canines descended over Justice’s thick bottom lip. He wanted those sharp teeth in him, wanted to see if his Beloved’s bite was as penetrating as his own. Wick bucked back against Justice’s strokes with craving and vigor. His orgasm hit with a force that rose from someplace deep inside, someplace filled with overwhelming love. Ropes of pearly liquid hit Justice’s abs, then ran down his fist while he milked all Wick had to give him. When Wick began to smear his essence into Justice’s hot skin, marking him in his own way, Justice pulled Wick tight to him and let nature take over.

Justice thrust manically, his balls slapping loudly against Wick’s ass. His rhythm fell away the tighter Wick clenched around him. He felt Justice give him a couple shallower, determined thrusts and wrapped his thick bicep around Wick’s waist, pulling him up against his hairy chest. Justice howled and shot so deep inside his ass it warmed his chilly soul. Wick tilted his head and exposed his most vulnerable part. Justice growled and sank his sharp teeth into his throat. Wick yelled loudly, the sounds echoing off the walls as he came again, harder, longer.

“You are mine… mate.”

Wick felt their link grow exponentially. He felt so many things, like he was tumbling down a ravine, a whirlwind of colors and beauty rushing past him. Justice’s life. His mate ejaculated every joy, hurt, secret, and promises he had. Wick heard another shout of pleasure and realized it was him. It was so much and not enough. If it weren’t for his mate anchoring him, he would’ve drifted away. “Beloved,” Wick murmured, slumping back into the plush bedding, feeling sleep call for him. Justice went down with him, licking at his mark he’d left. Wick reached up and ran his cool fingertips over the sensitive skin. Wick shuddered.

Justice lazily nipped at Wick’s fingers. “All mine.”

“Yes.”