Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 1

disappointment.
    Kyle gasped and bent to take one of my nipples in his mouth. "So perfect."
    My nipple hardened as Kyle scraped a canine across it, and I hissed in a breath. I wrapped my arms around Kyle and ran my bear claws gently up and down his back. Kyle leaned into the touch and then removed both of our pants and briefs. Fully naked, I drank in the sight of my mate. Kyle's body was perfect, from the top of his ginger blond head to his thick, weeping cock, to the tips of his toes.
    Mine. I could finally admit it to myself. Mine.
    "Please, we never got to… fuck last time. Please…" Kyle whimpered.
    "Tell me what you need," I said between kisses. I wanted to give him anything and everything.
    "You… in me." He panted.
    A small smile lit my face. "I still don't have any lube."
    "When I heard you were here, I grabbed some," Kyle said, his cheeked flushing as he reached for his pants, and pulled out a bottle of lube.
    He didn't have to ask twice. Not anymore. "Get on the bed. Hands and knees."
    "No, I want to see you," he said as he lay on his back.
    I wanted this to be good for him. "It's harder that way."
    "I don't care." Really, I couldn't refuse him this.
    Kyle bent his legs exposing his pucker.
    Ensuring my hands were human again, I slicked up my fingers with lube. I took his prick into my mouth and started moving up and down it, licking and sucking while my finger fluttered around his hole. I wanted to savor this moment, and I needed to make it good for my mate.
    Kyle took a deep breath and groaned as I continued the twin assaults. When his hole relaxed and accepted my finger, I pushed it in.
    The walls of his passage gripped more tightly than I would have thought possible. "Have you ever had a man here?"
    "I've never had anyone."
    I frowned at that. "I'm so sorry. I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you. Making you happy." I added a second finger, spreading them to stretch Kyle's channel. I searched, crooking my fingers until…
    "Holy fuck."
    "Good?" I asked as satisfaction rolled through me.
    "Hell yeah."
    "That's your prostate." Sometimes I talk too much.
    "Do it again." His body pleaded as much as his voice.
    Eager to comply, I nudged his spot.
    Kyle's body shuddered in pleasure. His head rolled to one side and he chewed his lip. But he spread his legs wider and lifted his ass.
    Then I eased in a third finger. I waited for a moment while his body adjusted to the sensation, then resumed pumping into him.
    "Please Dev, just do it. I'm ready."
    I pulled my fingers free, enjoying the way he wriggled, and got myself slick. I'd never been more grateful that shifters had no need of condoms than right this second. I pushed in slowly, filling him. When I was balls deep, I waited, giving Kyle time to get used to the sensation.
    "Dev, please."
    I withdrew almost completely then pushed forward savoring the sensation of his channel gripping me. I looked down into Kyle's eyes, and for the first time in eight years, eight long years, the world was right. This was who I should have been with. I had been a fool.
    I thrust harder, rubbing Kyle's sweet spot with every stroke.
    "Ung," Kyle moaned, his body moving to meet mine.
    I leaned in and captured Kyle's mouth in an open-mouthed kiss, passionate and sloppy. Kyle's hands were on my back.
    I upped the pace, slamming into him, just to hear the moans of satisfaction pour out of him. My own pleasure was intense, although of secondary importance. This was for Kyle.
    I knew it would be over soon, even though I wanted it to last forever. I closed my eyes and willed my hands to sprout fur and my fingers to narrow into claws.
    "Kyle, I claim you as my bonded mate."
    "Yes."
    It was all I needed to hear. I reached for his shoulder. With my claws extended, I punctured his skin. His instincts were perfect; he reached up and sank his sharp canines into my neck. Pleasure exploded from that point of contact.
    Driving in a few more times, I reached for the blood that flowed from me, mixing it with his. As he tightened around me and came, painting our chests, the bond slammed into place. The pleasure overwhelmed me and I came, hard, filling him for the first time.
    His pleasure rippled through the bond, increasing my own. And like feedback, the crescendo climbed higher and higher, it zinged back and forth between us.
    I began to collapse on him but rolled to the side. I didn't want to hurt him ever again.
    That was amazing. I heard him thinking in wonder.
    Oh yes. I was