This was what coming home felt like and being welcomed at the door and being shown inside to all the warmth and familiar smells and sensations of just belonging. The entire idea and the formed sensations of that welcome down the bond between them shocked him as much as the pleasure of orgasm. He had never felt anything like it before, and it choked him and tightened his chest until he was certain that he was never going to breathe again.
Yet, he was breathing fast and harsh through his nose as a spread of warmth in his belly took over, and that too felt good. He was clinging unabashedly to his mate, holding on for dear life and, aside from the wall, forced Wilson to support his weight, albeit lighter than when he had been heavily muscled playing the alpha card. The groans were felt as much as heard, and his own sound were lightly higher in pitch, little sighs of pleasure escaping on every harsh exhale.
Time really was meaningless to him. He just felt so good, and only a small thing was lacking and that was the bite to seal the bond completely. He had something else, a painful imprint of teeth on his shoulder that stung when he moved his arms but he enjoyed that flicker of pain far too much.
His hips rolled down on the knot that sealed them together and forward into the hand that stroked him. He managed to unwind one leg from Wilson's waist to shove at the floor, to knock them both over onto the floor, nudge Sam back where he could straddle his mate in plain sight of the window and care as much now about it as when they had started.
"Look at you all sweaty and messy," he hissed with approval, his voice a low guttural growl. "You're fucking mine, Wilson. Nothing and no one gets close to you without my damn say-so."
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Yet, he was breathing fast and harsh through his nose as a spread of warmth in his belly took over, and that too felt good. He was clinging unabashedly to his mate, holding on for dear life and, aside from the wall, forced Wilson to support his weight, albeit lighter than when he had been heavily muscled playing the alpha card. The groans were felt as much as heard, and his own sound were lightly higher in pitch, little sighs of pleasure escaping on every harsh exhale.
Time really was meaningless to him. He just felt so good, and only a small thing was lacking and that was the bite to seal the bond completely. He had something else, a painful imprint of teeth on his shoulder that stung when he moved his arms but he enjoyed that flicker of pain far too much.
His hips rolled down on the knot that sealed them together and forward into the hand that stroked him. He managed to unwind one leg from Wilson's waist to shove at the floor, to knock them both over onto the floor, nudge Sam back where he could straddle his mate in plain sight of the window and care as much now about it as when they had started.
"Look at you all sweaty and messy," he hissed with approval, his voice a low guttural growl. "You're fucking mine, Wilson. Nothing and no one gets close to you without my damn say-so."