Crucible of Fate

with the aching, consuming need.
    “Then move,” he purred under me.
    I grabbed hold of his hips, my hands scrambling on his sweat-slicked skin, and hammered into him. He clenched his muscles with each plunge, and I was lost in the sensation of pounding inside of him, of the tightness and the heat. But it was more, because it was Yuri, my mate, my love, and I had never wanted anyone like this.
    I had the overwhelming desire to claim and be claimed, to have his hand where mine was now, pressed against his chest and then traveling higher to his throat to turn his head, lift it, so I could kiss him and have his taste in my mouth as I fucked him.
    “Domin, please.” The breathless, panted request tore a river of feral want right through me. “Harder, faster….”
    But my body wasn’t strong enough to ravage him, so I slowed instead, changing my angle, lying over his broad, muscular back, sliding my arms under his armpits and up over his shoulders. I ground into him, writhing behind him, the press and retreat making him shiver as the angle dragged me over his gland again and again.
    “I’m gonna come,” he almost cried. “You feel so fuckin’ good—you’re fuckin’ killing me.”
    “Good,” I whispered, my fangs lengthening, too big for my mouth before I shifted.
    “Oh, not fa-air.” His voice cracked, because that fast, I was a werepanther.
    I was the half-man/half-beast form and my claws were cutting into his flesh, pinning him to the bed, holding him down as I continued the slow drag in and out of his ass. When I curled my body over his and buried my fangs in the soft flesh where shoulder met neck, he jolted under me, driving me down deeper into his body.
    “Domin!” he screamed.
    I felt his muscles clamp down on my shaft, felt the squeeze, the pressure, and heard his breath catch as his body convulsed.
    I was right behind him, pumping hot and wet inside of him before finally collapsing, shivering with cold as I shifted back, just a man lying sprawled and sated on top of his lover.
    Yuri’s rumbling laughter made me smile in spite of my exhaustion. “What?”
    “There’s blood and spunk and sweat all over this bed.”
    “So what? I’ll buy whoever a new one.”
    “No,” he whined. “I just meant that I don’t wanna leave here. I want all of it all over me. I love having your marks on me, your come leaking out of my ass, and my blood on your lips. I love knowing that you bit me because you fuckin’ had to.” He sucked in air. “I love that I drive you so nuts that you have to show everyone that I belong just to you.”
    “Do you?”
    “It’s so fuckin’ hot.”
    I kissed his back. “Don’t move, okay?”
    “I can’t move, your dick is still buried in my ass.”
    “I like it there.”
    “I like it there too.”
    My eyes kept trying to drift closed.
    “You’re getting heavy, love.”
    Love.
    I whimpered, stupidly happy, spent and just wanting to lie draped over him for the rest of my life.
    “I love you.”
    “And I love you back.”
    His long sigh of happiness was a gift.
     
     
    I WOKE up hard and aching, and when I lifted my head, I found my mate sucking me off.
    It was later; I smelled food and my stomach rumbled.
    “Oh,” he moaned, and he slid his lips off my shaft. I was entranced by the saliva left on the head of my penis and by him swallowing. “You’re hungry. I should—”
    “Do not stop.” I bucked against his chin. “Suck me.”
    His gaze was scorching, his eyes full of devouring need before he bent and took me down the back of his throat again.
    “Oh fuck, Yuri,” I whined, loving that his hands weren’t idle; instead, one fondled my balls while the other moved under me, sliding over my crease until I moved to allow better access.
    I lifted up, bent my knees, put my feet down on the cot, and let my thighs fall apart. The invitation could not have been made any clearer.
    He slid oily fingers, two of them together, inside of me.
    “Yuri,” I croaked out his name.
    “Who else has ever fucked you?”
    “No one.”
    “Only me.”
    “Only you.”
    His smug male rumble made me shiver even as he scissored his fingers inside of me, stroking, pressing, sliding over my gland, making me vibrate with fresh need.
    “You’re all slick and hot. Gonna ride me so I don’t hurt you.”
    “No. I want you to fuck me hard.”
    He chuckled and I would have yelled, but he pulled out his fingers and I gasped at the change, at the loss.
    The man was so big, so