and wrapped his arms firmly around Scott as the man still lay on the bed, forcing his lips over Scotts’, his tongue pushing its way in and plundering the man’s mouth. He was desperate to be inside of his mate in any way possible and his tongue in Scott’s mouth was a good start. After just a minute hesitation Scott responded, throwing himself urgently into the simple yet carnal act of kissing - his eyes still tightly closed, his hands still working their magic on Damien’s cock.
Damien’s whole body came alive as he was swamped by the wonder that was his mate. The man’s touch, his taste, his smell , all worked together in perfect harmony, driving Damien to the point of release at a frantic pace. The hands on his cock were hard and firm, manipulating Damien’s need. Unable to help himself, Damien thrust up into those hands, twitching helplessly as Scott ran one hand over Damien’s sensitive cock head, dipping his fingernail into the tiny slit. Damien thrust his hips again and again, begging for more. And Scott gave it to him, his two hands playing Damien’s cock and slit until the bigger man wanted to beg to come.
Wrenching his mouth from Scott , Damien growled against the man’s ear, “Bite me,” nudging Scott’s mouth to his neck. Scott inhaled deeply, as if to impregnate his mate’s smell deep inside his memory and then, eyes still tightly closed, Scott bit down hard, breaking the skin, and causing Damien’s blood to flow freely into his mouth. Damien’s nerve endings went into sensory overload and he roared as his climax ripped through his entire body and exploded from the end of his cock, still encased in Scott’s firm grasp. Seconds later, he felt Scott’s chest shudder against him as the man found his own release.
/~/~/~/~/
Scott was sure he was dreaming, yet again. It had happened often enough in the past few days. He would be lying quietly, just trying to hang onto his sanity and keep breathing, and he would imagine he could smell his mate. In the brief times when he slept, his dreams were assailed with intense carnal acts, all involving Damien. He would wake up alone, covered in his own semen, and curl up and weep as he was reminded yet again, that his mate was not with him.
Personally , Scott didn’t know how much longer he could go on. His wolf had given up days before and was nothing more than a whimpering mess in his mind. To be rejected with such finality by his mate - although when Scott was being honest with himself he realized it was as much his rejection of Damien as the man’s rejection of him - broke his spirit and it was only Troy’s sheer determination, and the constant pressure from his pack that kept Scott breathing.
Scott didn’t fear death. If anything , he welcomed it. To live without his mate was torture, pure and simple and although Scott knew he could survive, he quite honestly didn’t want to. His mate said ‘no’ to the one tiny condition he placed on their mating and sealed Scott’s fate. Now Scott waited to die so the torture would end. He knew his twin would be with his own mate soon enough and would be taken care of. He just didn’t want to be around to see that happen.
When the smell of his mate wafted over his senses this time he sighed to himself, recognizing this must be another dream. The details were sharper this time and as Scott sank himself into his fantasy, determined to enjoy it, he wondered if this time he would even wake up or if this was the finale before death. As his shattered soul soaked up the distinct smell that was all Damien, as his body responded to the imaginary touch, the kiss, he kept his eyes firmly closed determined not to lose this tenuous connection with his mate. Here in his dreams he had the lover he craved and he wasn’t going to miss a thing.
The request to be bitten by his imaginary mate was a new thing, but Scott didn’t care. As he sank his long teeth into Damien’s neck
Damien’s whole body came alive as he was swamped by the wonder that was his mate. The man’s touch, his taste, his smell , all worked together in perfect harmony, driving Damien to the point of release at a frantic pace. The hands on his cock were hard and firm, manipulating Damien’s need. Unable to help himself, Damien thrust up into those hands, twitching helplessly as Scott ran one hand over Damien’s sensitive cock head, dipping his fingernail into the tiny slit. Damien thrust his hips again and again, begging for more. And Scott gave it to him, his two hands playing Damien’s cock and slit until the bigger man wanted to beg to come.
Wrenching his mouth from Scott , Damien growled against the man’s ear, “Bite me,” nudging Scott’s mouth to his neck. Scott inhaled deeply, as if to impregnate his mate’s smell deep inside his memory and then, eyes still tightly closed, Scott bit down hard, breaking the skin, and causing Damien’s blood to flow freely into his mouth. Damien’s nerve endings went into sensory overload and he roared as his climax ripped through his entire body and exploded from the end of his cock, still encased in Scott’s firm grasp. Seconds later, he felt Scott’s chest shudder against him as the man found his own release.
/~/~/~/~/
Scott was sure he was dreaming, yet again. It had happened often enough in the past few days. He would be lying quietly, just trying to hang onto his sanity and keep breathing, and he would imagine he could smell his mate. In the brief times when he slept, his dreams were assailed with intense carnal acts, all involving Damien. He would wake up alone, covered in his own semen, and curl up and weep as he was reminded yet again, that his mate was not with him.
Personally , Scott didn’t know how much longer he could go on. His wolf had given up days before and was nothing more than a whimpering mess in his mind. To be rejected with such finality by his mate - although when Scott was being honest with himself he realized it was as much his rejection of Damien as the man’s rejection of him - broke his spirit and it was only Troy’s sheer determination, and the constant pressure from his pack that kept Scott breathing.
Scott didn’t fear death. If anything , he welcomed it. To live without his mate was torture, pure and simple and although Scott knew he could survive, he quite honestly didn’t want to. His mate said ‘no’ to the one tiny condition he placed on their mating and sealed Scott’s fate. Now Scott waited to die so the torture would end. He knew his twin would be with his own mate soon enough and would be taken care of. He just didn’t want to be around to see that happen.
When the smell of his mate wafted over his senses this time he sighed to himself, recognizing this must be another dream. The details were sharper this time and as Scott sank himself into his fantasy, determined to enjoy it, he wondered if this time he would even wake up or if this was the finale before death. As his shattered soul soaked up the distinct smell that was all Damien, as his body responded to the imaginary touch, the kiss, he kept his eyes firmly closed determined not to lose this tenuous connection with his mate. Here in his dreams he had the lover he craved and he wasn’t going to miss a thing.
The request to be bitten by his imaginary mate was a new thing, but Scott didn’t care. As he sank his long teeth into Damien’s neck
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