Page 68 of Miles's Pact
"Are you sure?"
I nodded, and he smiled, then brushed a soft kiss against my lips as he removed his fingers from my hole. Sitting up, he positioned himself and slowly sank inside me, filling me up with his long, thick cock.
"Fuck."
"Okay?"
"So good," I gasped out, and Duckie hummed as he started moving in slow, deep thrusts that filled me with that too-full feeling every time. My cock was already at half-mast, and I wrapped my hand around it, giving myself a few quick tugs until I was hard as a rock again.
Duckie pressed in deep again, hitting my prostate dead-on, and I moaned, clutching onto him for dear life as the pleasure threatened to sweep me under.
"I love you, I love you," I murmured, and Duckie smiled brightly as he leaned down to kiss me, as if wanting to taste the words on my lips.
"I love you too, Miles." He punctuated the words with a slow, deep roll of his hips that had me seeing stars, and I moaned as I threw my head back, my hips rising up to meet his thrust for thrust.
"I want to do this again with you," Duckie murmured against my ear, and an almost whimper-like sound escaped my lips. "We are joined together right now, and yet I can't wait to do this again with you. How crazy is that?"
"I feel the same," I said, though it was a struggle to get the words out when my mind felt so hazy with pleasure. How the fuck did Duckie manage to sound so coherent?
Duckie
I was so close, and it was all I could do to distract myself with words, though Miles's reaction to them was having the opposite effect on me.
Reaching down, I wrapped my hand around his cock, needing him to come so I could follow after him. I jerked him off hard and fast while maintaining the slow rhythm of my cock in his ass, and the sounds that spilled past Miles's lips pushed me closer and closer to my climax.
I ran my lips over his jaw, then down his neck, licking and biting at the soft skin, doing everything I could to hold back the climax threatening to pull me under.
"Duckie... bite me," Miles begged, and I licked his neck again, the perfect spot to leave my mark on him. From what I'd learned from the shifters of the Mistvale pack, not all shifters gave their mates a bite mark—I certainly wouldn't give Mateo one, because he wouldn't want it—if Miles was open to it, I wanted my mark on him. I wanted people to know he was taken, that he was mine.
Licking the skin again, I pressed my teeth against his skin, then bit down.
Miles shouted my name as his cock spilled into my hand, and it was all I needed.
As the metallic taste of his blood coated my tongue, I came, filling him with my release as his teeth sank into the base of my neck, marking me as I'd marked him. Heat filled me as the pleasure rushed through my body, and something tugged at my chest. Our bond. It was finally complete, and utterly unbreakable.
The waves of pleasure swallowed me whole until I had no strength left in my body, and I slumped over Miles. His arms tightened around me, holding me to him as he licked at my neck, reminding me to do the same to him until the wound on his neck healed up, leaving behind an impression of my teeth.
"You can do that to me anytime you want," Miles murmured after a long moment of quiet, and I huffed out a laugh as I leaned up on my elbows so I could look at his face.
"Yeah?"
He nodded quickly, his brown eyes full of love and warmth as they gazed into mine. "Yeah. No one has ever made me feel the way you do."
Smiling, I caressed his cheek, and he leaned into my touch, his eyes fluttering shut.
"And how do I make you feel?"
He opened his eyes again, turning his face to press a kiss on my palm before he met my gaze once more. "You make me feel… safe, and loved. You make me feel like I can let go, like I can depend on you."
Leaning down, I brushed my lips over his in a soft caress. "You make me feel loved too. And you make me feel strong. When I'm with you and Mat, I feel like I can do anything."
Miles pulled me in, and I covered his body with mine. He held me like he never planned to let go, and I was completely okay with that.
Our bodies weren't, though, and after a while, we had to leave our comfy bed so we could clean up.
Somehow, we managed to keep touching each other even as we showered, sharing soft kisses, helping wash each other, and doing anything we could to stay in contact. I didn't know if it was because of our newly settled bond, or if it was the aftereffects of the sex, but I reveled in the feeling, loving the way we were drawn to each other again and again.
When we returned to the bedroom, Miles removed the messy sheets to deal with later, and we climbed into bed naked, pulling the comforter over ourselves as we snuggled closer.
