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he could see Marcus’. He thrust, a sharp, firm move that had his cock fully seated in Marcus’ ass.
Marcus loosed a hungry, needy sound as he bowed his back and clenched his hands around Nathan’s arms. “Yes,” he hissed, “God, yes, Nathan…”
Nathan withdrew until the broadest part of his cock stretched Marcus’ hole wide, then he pushed back in. He canted his hips, his shaft rubbing Marcus’ gland, making him keen. It was one of Nathan’s favourite noises to hear from Marcus, that and the panting and groaning, cussing and moaning. He sped up his thrusts, trying not to be too rough as he didn’t want to hurt Marcus.
Marcus, however, had other plans, growling and grabbing two fistfuls of Nathan’s hair. “Fuck me,” he demanded. “Stop holding back.”
Nathan respected Marcus enough to know his own boundaries, so he pounded into Marcus, his hips slapping Marcus’ ass, jostling Marcus’ balls and cock.
Marcus howled and fisted his dick, jerking it rough and fast. He yelled as he arched, cum shooting from his slit. Nathan’s mind blanked as Marcus’ inner walls clamped down around his shaft, milking his climax out of him. He drove in deeper, wanting to be closer to Marcus as another joining bound them even closer together.
Nothing would ever break it, not anything in this lifetime, or anything in death. Nathan would always find Marcus. Always.
* * * *
There’d been an almost electric current between Nathan and Marcus when Ryder had left them alone. It’d been impossible to miss, and Ryder was pretty sure he knew what those two were doing. Chances were good that he wouldn’t be meeting Maarten Visser tonight. Nathan and Marcus probably wouldn’t surface until morning. He wondered if it was the mate thing he’d heard about, that Harley had with his partner, Val. Those two were tighter than binder twine.
What would it be like, to have someone he wanted to fuck more than once? Ryder snorted. He didn’t really remember what it was like to fuck someone when he was sober, coherent. Drugs dulled a lot of things, even if he’d thought they were enhancing sensations at the time. What difference did that make when he couldn’t remember most of what had happened?
It didn’t. Maybe it would be best if he put off thinking about getting laid until he was ready to actually do it. He wasn’t scared, but he was a little anxious, and honestly, he wanted to wander around the compound and grounds first.
Ryder was still learning—and he had a lot to take in. He was aware of that. Part of the problem was finding someone to sit down and explain things to him. Marcus and Nathan couldn’t babysit him all the time, and Harley didn’t know much about shifters, either. Asking Val was out of the question. He always had Harley wrapped around him. As happy as Ryder was that Harley had someone so devoted to him, it often made Ryder feel like the odd man out.
Nothing new about that. Not fitting in had been one of the reasons he’d turned to drugs. Other people had better coping skills than he did back then. Ryder intended to develop healthy ones.
The compound itself was a complex, large structure with more hallways and doors than anywhere Ryder had ever seen. He supposed considering the number of shifters that lived there, it had to be huge. Asking the total number of occupants was probably a smart thing to do. He’d need to know the same information if he were to take up the position that he and Marcus had discussed. It only seemed prudent to know who was living with him.
For all that the compound was so big, it still felt like a communal home. There were kids running and playing, being scolded by parents and doing things Ryder figured normal kids did. His own childhood had been a disaster of worry and fear, of finding his mother unconscious from whatever drugs she’d used and having to dig through trash bins for food for him and Harley.
Ryder had hated his life then, and yet he’d turned around and done the same
Marcus loosed a hungry, needy sound as he bowed his back and clenched his hands around Nathan’s arms. “Yes,” he hissed, “God, yes, Nathan…”
Nathan withdrew until the broadest part of his cock stretched Marcus’ hole wide, then he pushed back in. He canted his hips, his shaft rubbing Marcus’ gland, making him keen. It was one of Nathan’s favourite noises to hear from Marcus, that and the panting and groaning, cussing and moaning. He sped up his thrusts, trying not to be too rough as he didn’t want to hurt Marcus.
Marcus, however, had other plans, growling and grabbing two fistfuls of Nathan’s hair. “Fuck me,” he demanded. “Stop holding back.”
Nathan respected Marcus enough to know his own boundaries, so he pounded into Marcus, his hips slapping Marcus’ ass, jostling Marcus’ balls and cock.
Marcus howled and fisted his dick, jerking it rough and fast. He yelled as he arched, cum shooting from his slit. Nathan’s mind blanked as Marcus’ inner walls clamped down around his shaft, milking his climax out of him. He drove in deeper, wanting to be closer to Marcus as another joining bound them even closer together.
Nothing would ever break it, not anything in this lifetime, or anything in death. Nathan would always find Marcus. Always.
* * * *
There’d been an almost electric current between Nathan and Marcus when Ryder had left them alone. It’d been impossible to miss, and Ryder was pretty sure he knew what those two were doing. Chances were good that he wouldn’t be meeting Maarten Visser tonight. Nathan and Marcus probably wouldn’t surface until morning. He wondered if it was the mate thing he’d heard about, that Harley had with his partner, Val. Those two were tighter than binder twine.
What would it be like, to have someone he wanted to fuck more than once? Ryder snorted. He didn’t really remember what it was like to fuck someone when he was sober, coherent. Drugs dulled a lot of things, even if he’d thought they were enhancing sensations at the time. What difference did that make when he couldn’t remember most of what had happened?
It didn’t. Maybe it would be best if he put off thinking about getting laid until he was ready to actually do it. He wasn’t scared, but he was a little anxious, and honestly, he wanted to wander around the compound and grounds first.
Ryder was still learning—and he had a lot to take in. He was aware of that. Part of the problem was finding someone to sit down and explain things to him. Marcus and Nathan couldn’t babysit him all the time, and Harley didn’t know much about shifters, either. Asking Val was out of the question. He always had Harley wrapped around him. As happy as Ryder was that Harley had someone so devoted to him, it often made Ryder feel like the odd man out.
Nothing new about that. Not fitting in had been one of the reasons he’d turned to drugs. Other people had better coping skills than he did back then. Ryder intended to develop healthy ones.
The compound itself was a complex, large structure with more hallways and doors than anywhere Ryder had ever seen. He supposed considering the number of shifters that lived there, it had to be huge. Asking the total number of occupants was probably a smart thing to do. He’d need to know the same information if he were to take up the position that he and Marcus had discussed. It only seemed prudent to know who was living with him.
For all that the compound was so big, it still felt like a communal home. There were kids running and playing, being scolded by parents and doing things Ryder figured normal kids did. His own childhood had been a disaster of worry and fear, of finding his mother unconscious from whatever drugs she’d used and having to dig through trash bins for food for him and Harley.
Ryder had hated his life then, and yet he’d turned around and done the same
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