Speechless, Victor surveyed his soon to be lover. His chest was wide and thickly muscled, the soft looking ebony swirls extending from one pectoral to the other. The hair thinned into a line in a downward flow, sprinkling over the defined features of Mark's stomach, ending in a nest of dark curls. From the condensed bush sprouted a long piece of sinewy flesh. Full with excitement, it stood proudly between Mark's strong-looking legs and was magnificent to behold.
Finally his gaze returned to Mark's face. A silent plea to move forward greeted him when their eyes met. Victor smiled and curled his fingers in invitation. Mark climbed over his body, gripped both sides of his face, then took his mouth in a searing kiss.
"I must taste you, Victor," he panted breathlessly, sliding down his body. "I've waited so long to—"
His words ended abruptly when Victor felt the molten heat of Mark's wet mouth engulfing his rock hard erection. Vibrations of ecstasy ran up his spine and letting out a loud moan he rose from the couch. Mark's mouth and tongue worked together, sucking and licking him until he cried out.
"Mark! Oh my God! If— if you don't—"
Mark released his cock, but Victor had no opportunity to catch his breath. Mark applied a trail of hot kisses down his staff to his nuts and the responsive flesh tightened under the lavish licks. He drew the delicate sac into his mouth, gently concentrating on one testicle at a time. Mark's hands touched him, continually enhancing Victor's delight. One hand glided freely over Victor's torso while the other snaked across his pelvis to grip his throbbing member, stroking the length of it. His palm moved from the bottom to the top and then swirled around the sensitive head. Repeating the motion over and over, Mark sent euphoric tremors traveling the length of Victor's body.
With his free hand, Mark grasped Victor's ankle and hooked it over the back of the couch, opening his legs wider. He pressed his fingers into the fleshy part of Victor's ass cheek to pull it to the side, exposing the hidden hole within. Victor gasped when he felt Mark's tongue dart out to lick his most carnal spot. The hot wet heat in the ultra sensitive area was heaven and Victor bore down, wiggling his ass toward it. The combination of Mark's delicious hand job and the exquisite tongue lashing brought him to edge of ecstasy. His extremities shook uncontrollably and his screams of enjoyment left his throat raw.
"Please… oh, God, Mark, please," he begged urgently, reaching his arms out. "I need to feel you inside me. Mark, please."
Mark complied and journeyed up his body leaving behind a trail of heated kisses. He released Victor's cock and held his right leg aloft.
"I want you so badly, Victor, I fear I will hurt you with my lust despite the sprite's protective influences," he cautioned, positioning himself between his legs.
"Just fuck me, Mark. We'll work the details out later."
A soft growl reached Victor's ears and seconds later Mark pushed his thick staff between his cheeks. The pressure of the engorged head sliding over his tight hole teased him deliciously as it prepared him. Victor closed his eyes and evened his breathing. Mark pushed forward and Victor's breath caught. The head slipped pass the first barrier. The intrusion immeasurably pleasurable. Mark moved slowly, stretching Victor's ass.
When he slid more of himself forward, Mark paused to give his body time to adjust. Victor smiled. Mark was a giving lover. He was being as gentle as he could, but Victor knew his control was wavering. Victor moved his hands smoothly around Mark's hips and dug his fingers into his firm buttocks to urge him forward. Mark obeyed the silent request and buried his cock to the hilt.
"Ohhh!" Victor cried.
Mark fell forward, resting his head to Victor's forehead. "Am I hurting you?"
Victor shook his head negatively, pressing his lips together. He was astounded by what he was feeling. Mark's cock felt as incredible as it looked, the long, elegant flesh inciting a riot within him. Each in and out movement sent erotic tremors up and down his spine. The feel of the swollen head sliding within him left him speechless with desire.
Wrapping his arms around Mark's neck, Victor buried his face against his collarbone. His instincts had not led him astray, but they did not prepare him for the extent of the emotional chaos now rocking his core. A mind-boggling mix of pressure, pain, and pleasure now coursed through him. Tears stung his eyes. He wanted to cry, to scream, and shout all at the same time.
Uncontrolled sounds of bliss left his mouth as he gasped for air. He bit down on his lip to keep his mouth shut, not sure which emotional sounds would emerge. Finally, he could take no more. He swallowed to wet his dry mouth, let Mark go, and brought his knees up between them.
"Just fuck me, Mark," he repeated when the power of speech returned to him.
Mark held onto Victor's knees for balance. His next movement sent searing enjoyment throughout Victor's body. Every nerve in his body was alive and dancing. Mark started a slow grinding motion that forced a sound from the man like nothing Victor had ever heard before. The sound pierced his heart and called to his soul. Mark moved within his ass with comfortable ease. It was magnificent. The look on Mark's face was the most beautiful sight Victor had ever seen. His eyes were closed, there was a hint of surprise, and a small smile grew on his sensual lips. His face glowed with complete delight as he continued to thrust into Victor's body.
Mark let out another roar of joy, filling both the room and Victor's heart. He fell forward and gripped Victor's neglected cock. Tugging in sync with his lovemaking, Mark's skillful hand brought it quickly to its former stiffness.
"We shall come together, my love. I can wait no longer to complete our union," Mark growled.
Victor nodded vigorously. "Yes! Yes! Make me come, Mark!"
Victor reached up and pinched his own nipples, taking his excitement to another level. Mark drove into his hole with vigor and pumped his cock until it exploded moments later. The orgasm hit him hard and fast. Victor yelled his satisfaction to the ceiling. Mark's thumb played in the slick come, smearing it over his erupting head. Victor's limbs twitched uncontrollably as electrified jolts of euphoria shot through him. The aftermath left his body tingling and completely sated. His heart hammered in his chest and his lungs burned as they worked overtime to get back the much needed air that escaped with his screams.
The force Mark used on his flight to paradise rocked Victor's body back and forth and kept him from passing out from exhaustion. A sound akin to howling signaled the end of Mark's voyage. He shoved as much of his shaft into Victor's canal as he could. Mark's cock throbbed as it propelled his seed deep into Victor, his extremities locked in place and his body trembling for a time before he collapsed on top of him.
Victor wrapped his arms around his new lover but he didn't have the strength to hold on. They fell away from Mark's shoulders as sexual fatigue finally overtook him. Mark's soft declaration drifted in his ear just before darkness claimed him.
"At last we are one."
Chapter Three
Victor woke slowly. It was still dark. He was in his bed, but not alone. An arm was draped over his waist and someone lay molded to his back. He lifted his head from the pillow and turned to peer over his shoulder. Mark slept peacefully beside him. A sheet was draped over them from the waist down. The wonderful throbbing in his backside brought back the delicious memories from earlier. He smiled and pressed back into Mark's groin, enjoying the feel of their bodies together. A sleepy moan and heated breath on the back of his neck greeted him and Mark's arm tightened its grip, bringing Victor closer to him. Victor settled back down and touched the hand now resting on his belly. He stared out the dark window across the room for a long moment then sighed.
"What's wrong, Victor?"
The words rumbled and vibrated along Victor's back, causing him to jump. Mark's question was filled with concern. Victor hesitated before answering him.
"Nothing," he lied.
Mark laughed, shaking Victor's body with his own. "I know that is not true. We are one now, you and I. You cannot lie to me." He gave him a squeeze, lifting his knees beneath Victor's, folding him forward before stretching him out again.
Victor sighed again and turned to face his lover. Mark caressed his face and put a gentle kiss on his lips. He looked into Mark's eyes and saw nothing but love looking back at him. The knowledge seemed almost overwhelming. He opened his mouth to express his feelings, but closed it again.
"Tell me, darling. Why are you upset in the wake of our beautiful lovemaking?" Mark urged.
"It's just… so much has happened. Yaya is gone. She was the only family I have ever known. I'm sure she was trying to tell me about you and all of this, but she never got the chance. I mean, I don't even know you and yet I do. Everything inside of me says I love you. I don't understand it."
Victor sighed and paused to move the loose curls from Mark's brow. He was absolutely gorgeous. Looking into his pristine brown eyes brought feelings reminiscent of sipping a hot toddy by the fire on a cold winter's night. The sensation left him feeling warm and content and made his dick throb. Victor's hand slid down Mark's jaw and his thumb played on his bottom lip. He leaned forward and gave into the urge to suck it into his mouth then left him with a tender peck.
"It's like I've been overcome with this rush of insatiable need to have you, Mark." He spoke fast in his desire to explain himself. "I want you with me always. I need to feel your body pressing against me as we sleep. I need to feel you making love to me." He stopped abruptly and sighed again. "I miss her, I do, but my heart is so full of love for you that I don't I have the room to mourn her. It's all very confusing."
Mark smiled. "It is so with true mates, Victor. Your soul is complete when you are in my arms. As for the sprite, you have no reason to feel guilty. She may be gone, but she will return in time. It is their way."
Victor nodded. He knew that, but the pangs were still there.
"Do you not feel the new strength in your body as well?"
Victor did a mental search of himself and was stunned. He did feel stronger, mentally and physically.
"We now share the best of each other. Where you were once weak, my abilities have now strengthened you and you have done so for me," Mark explained. "We are truly one."
Victor raised a brow and looked up to him. "Does this mean you can read my mind?"
Mark laughed. "No, darling, but I hope to know you so well that I may anticipate your desires as if I can."
Victor laughed with him. He continued with his internal search and vague visions surfaced in his mind, removing his smile.
"Mark, the images I see of the beige wolf are sketchy. I know you fought him and lost and that is how you came to meet Yaya, but is the situation still the same? Are you still an outcast?"
Mark nodded with a sigh. "It is unchanged."
"How did he beat you?"
"He had bonded with his mate as I have with you and gained his strength," he told him simply.
Victor lay silent in thought. "Could you beat him before he bonded with his mate?"
"We have fought many times with both of us taking victory."
"Well, now that we have bonded, shouldn't that put you on some kind of equal ground? I mean, I can fight, too."
Mark stared at Victor blankly for a moment and then his eyes widened. He took Victor's face in both his hands and kissed him passionately, awakening wanton feelings within him again.
"Not only are you beautiful, but you are brilliant also. I am honored to have you as my mate. We shall go tomorrow to my people so I may redeem myself in their eyes."
Victor smiled. "Excellent, but first…" he paused to roll Mark onto his back. He straddled his hips kicking the cover away from them and pressed his growing erection into his pelvis. "I think another round of bonding is in order," he said, brushing his lips over Mark's cheek.
* * * *
The next day Mark led Victor to where his pack gathered; further into the forest than he had ever been. The terrain turned rocky as cliffs came into view and most of the foliage was left behind. Victor followed, lost deep in his thought. He was both nervous and afraid for Mark's safety, knowing Raymond was vicious and a traitor to his own kind who tried to kill him in order to cover up his own reprehensible behavior. As second in command, Raymond had influence over the ones he helped lead. Victor could only hope the leader still had his faculties about him and others to advise him besides Raymond.
When Mark stopped walking, Victor bumped into his back. The motion jogged Victor from his internal dialog. They stood in front of a small wall littered with dark openings embedded within the rock not far from the edge of the trees.
"We wait here," Mark said.
"Shouldn't we go up and say something to let them know you're here?"
Mark shook his head. "No, they already know I'm here. I sensed their scouts as we progressed closer to the pack's dens. Someone will be out in a moment. Stay behind me."
A short time later a thin-looking wolf left one of the caverns.
"He is the pack leader," Mark whispered to him.
Victor nodded and watched the animal. His footing was tentative and slow. Each paw touched the ground delicately and lifted high after every movement. He closed the gap between them and sat heavily before them, gasping for air. Mark and the wolf stared at one another until the beast had better control over his breathing and then Mark lowered himself to one knee bowing his head.
The air suddenly snapped and popped around the animal. Tiny lights flashed like little lightning strikes in the air as he collapsed to the ground, shivering. Victor watched with wide eyes as the wolf before him morphed into a man. The wolf pushed from the ground and slowly rose to his feet, grunting with his efforts. His face was wrinkled and worn by time, with more grey than black in his mussed hair, but the man was still handsome. He stood naked before Mark with no shame.