The Love He Squirreled Away by Scarlet Hyacinth

between the need to feel his mate inside him and the immediate desire to come. Thankfully, Soren didn’t torture him any longer. His mouth left Daniel’s prick, and he reached for the tube once again. The remaining liquid went over Soren’s cock, and then Soren positioned his prick at Daniel’s hole. In one single thrust, Soren slid inside.
    The sudden invasion should have hurt, and to a certain extent, it did. The shampoo wasn’t exactly the best lubricant possible. Even so, Daniel’s body took it as a natural reaction, opening itself to both the pleasure and the pain. They molded together into a single sensation, no longer separable from each other.
    As Soren began to push in and out of him, Daniel closed his eyes, allowing all his other senses to take over. He could hear his own pulse throb in the rhythm of Soren’s heartbeat. He could taste the lingering flavor of Soren’s kiss in his mouth. His mate’s cock stretched him so perfectly, and both his body and his soul felt full, overwhelmed with the onslaught of Soren’s passion. Perpetual warmth sizzled over his skin and he didn’t think he’d ever felt so connected to anyone in his life.
    Soren’s hands clutched his hips as the werewolf increased the pace. His cock hit Daniel’s prostate, over and over, and Daniel’s world melted. Distantly, he heard himself muttering profanities, but he couldn’t have controlled himself if he wanted to. All his emotions, desires, and needs spilled over as the pleasure increased more and more.
    Daniel didn’t know why he opened his eyes. A sudden feel that he needed to do so urged him in action, and he looked up at his mate.
    Soren studied him, his green gaze gone almost black with sexual heat.
    And out of the blue, Daniel knew what his mate wanted. He knew The Love He Squirreled Away
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    what was left to complete the bond, and he couldn’t think of any better idea.
    On instinct, he tilted his head, offering Soren his neck. Soren’s lips traced over his collarbone, placing featherlight kisses that almost humbled Daniel. And then, sharp pain coursed through Daniel as Soren bit down. His mate’s fangs pierced his skin, and for one brief moment, Daniel didn’t know why he’d even wanted this. It hurt, and not in a pleasant way like when Soren fucked him.
    But that thought evaporated in a flash when a wave of desire swept over him, so intense Daniel could barely hang on to his consciousness. He felt their connection snap into place, and it brought with it the most perfect and mind-numbing orgasm of his life. Daniel could practically experience Soren’s pleasure, feel his own body squeeze Soren’s prick and taste the flavor of his own blood in Soren’s mouth. It was, for the lack of a better word, divine, and Daniel came and came, his climax engulfing him in a wild whirlpool, with no end in sight. Heat filled him as Soren found his peak as well, and Daniel choked as renewed pleasure assaulted him. This time, he couldn’t remain conscious. His mind short-circuited and he floated over the clouds of nirvana, blown away by the sensations.
    It was a familiar voice that brought him back to reality, a voice that, strikingly, seemed to sound in his head. “Baby, are you all right?”
    “Yes,” Daniel replied tentatively, thinking it rather than saying it.
    “Soren?”
    He opened his eyes to see his mate smile down at him. “We’re bonded now, baby,” the werewolf whispered. “Forever.”
    Forever sounded like a good plan to Daniel. He beamed at his mate, reveling in their newfound connection. He’d have liked to come up with an articulate reply, but he found his eyes drifting closed.
    “Love you,” he managed to say before he succumbed to exhaustion.
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    lips and heard a murmured answer. “Love you, too, Dani. Love you, too.”

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    A good distance away from the building, a man stood, waiting and watching. He’d seen