Shadow Of A Mate
his sweet spot.
    Jay tortured him with more biting kisses all over his neck and jaw until Kyle couldn’t take it anymore and pulled Jay off him roughly, throwing his mate onto the white floor.
    He followed him down, covering Jay with his body, separating Jay’s legs with his knee and sinking into the space. He attacked Jay’s mouth, claiming kiss after kiss until he couldn’t breathe. Kyle growled when Jay pushed at his chest, not ready to give up his prize.
    “Kyle,” Jay cried breathlessly, hitting his chest.
    One powerful shove knocked Kyle off and he rolled up onto the balls of his feet, crouching and waiting for an opportunity to pounce again. He wasn’t going to lose his prey this easily. “Mine,” he growled, eyes shifting to cat and enhancing his vision so he could see the fine blond stubble on Jay’s cheek and jaw. He needed to lick that.
    “And you’re mine.”
    Jay waved a hand and all their clothes disappeared.
    The freedom as his hard cock was released from the unforgiving army issue combat pants was a relief. He was transfixed by Jay’s naked body. It felt like so long since they’d been together instead of only a day. The mate bond inside him flared and he could have sworn Jay pulsed in time to it, becoming more solid and iridescent.
    The temptation of Jay’s hard body was too much and he tensed, ready to strike.
    But he never got the chance as Jay pounced on him instead, rolling them over and taking control.
    “Where did this come from?” Kyle fingered the soft texture of the small mountain of velvety cushions that suddenly appeared beneath him.
    Jay sent him a playful leer that had his heart racing and made his cock harden to the point of pain. “I may have learned a thing or two since I’ve been here.”
    Kyle inhaled sharply when Jay pushed him flat and rocked forward, forcing Kyle’s erection to run along the seam of Jay’s ass cheeks. “Holy fuck, you feel good,” he moaned, shifting his hips up to rub himself against Jay some more.
    He tossed his head back into the pillows as something cool and slick trickled over his erection and stomach. How Jay was creating all this stuff was far beyond his brain capabilities to figure out at this moment. Kyle arched up, pushing his cock through the silky cheeks again to tap on Jay’s hole.
    When he opened his eyes, Kyle found himself looking deep into Jay’s and the world faded away, all the thought of outside the dream, all worries and pressures as well as the pain and unstable power. Everything that mattered was right in front of him, sitting on him.
    He had to have him. Now.
    Kyle let go of Jay’s waist and with one hand scooped up some of the lube, it had warmed up on his stomach so it wouldn’t cause Jay to make that lovely little gasp he loved to hear but it would still ease the way as he fucked his mate’s brains out. With his other hand, he palmed Jay’s ass, squeezing one cheek, then the other. That was a wondrous thing.
    He gripped one cheek firmly and lifted, opening Jay up as he dipped his lubricated fingers into Jay’s crack. First he teased them around the rim, smiling when Jay growled in frustration and pushed back against his fingers.
    “Stop teasing. Either fuck me or turn over and I’ll fuck you,” Jay snarled in his face, looking every bit the fierce warrior with his blond hair ruffled out of the perfect placement and the guyliner smudged like war paint.
    Having Jay inside him was great but his jaguar really wanted to claim his mate. The reprieve from his newly boosted dominant side wasn’t exactly a welcome interference and the idyllic effect of the dream cracked. But Jay didn’t seem to mind as he gripped him tighter and began to growl softly.
    “Mine.” Kyle glared at Jay daring him to deny it.
    “Then claim me,” Jay challenged, chin tilting up.
    Kyle flipped them over, grabbing Jay by the ankles and throwing his mate’s legs over his shoulders. Jay was very flexible.
    He crowded close, covering Jay with

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