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Authors: Scarlet Hyacinth

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flanks, the flame inside him fueled by the simple feel of his mate’s

silky skin under his fingertips. Winter yielded to his explorations, wrapping his arms around Corbin’s neck to pull him even closer.

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Their tongues tangled together in a duel that Winter surrendered to.

Corbin devoured his mate’s mouth, Winter’s taste driving him wild.

When they broke apart to breathe, Corbin took a long look at the

picture Winter made. His crimson hair was a mess and his face

flushed, his lips swollen. Corbin wished he wasn’t one person, but

two, so that he could touch Winter everywhere at the same time.

As it was, he had to decide, and he started nibbling on Winter’s

earlobe. Winter thrashed under him, rubbing his naked body against

Corbin. He was making needy sounds under his voice, his entire body

vibrating with want. “Please, Corb. Please, don’t…I need…”

“Shh,” Corbin murmured. “I know, sweetheart. I know what you

need.”

Because Corbin wanted the same thing with a desperate intensity

that made even breathing an effort. His cock throbbed painfully, and

the only cure for that ache—and for the one in his heart—could be

found within Winter’s body. Only then would Corbin finally feel

complete.

But Corbin had waited too long for this moment to ruin it by

rushing. Already, he’d been just one step away from doing just that

through that simple conversation with Cherise. Corbin never wanted

to have doubts between them again. He yearned to show Winter what

their bond meant for him.

All his life, Corbin had been sleeping around without even

knowing what he was looking for. He’d told himself that it was all

just to have a good time, for both himself and his partner, but in the end, those encounters had left him feeling empty, until finally, they’d made him doubt he would ever find the person meant for him. Now

that he had, though, he would not let Winter get away.

He licked down Winter’s collarbone, exploring the hollow of the

fae’s neck with his tongue. Winter gasped and moaned, no longer

protesting in the slightest. His voice was a litany of Corbin’s name, followed by an ever-present “yes” and “more.”

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Corbin went lower down, stopping over Winter’s plump nipples to

suckle on the little nubs of flesh. He’d always had a thing with

playing with the teats of his sex partners, whether they be male or

female. Some hadn’t particularly enjoyed it, but Winter not only liked it. His moans grew louder, more erratic. Corbin’s head swam, his

half-formed bond with the Sidhe practically teeming with lust.

He lingered for as much as he could take it on the pretty copper

disks, and then, when he couldn’t withstand the need anymore, he

lifted his head and went straight for the gold. Winter’s cock, nestled in a small patch of crimson curls, beckoned to him like a beacon.

Without a second’s hesitation, Corbin took his mate’s prick in his

mouth all the way into his throat and started to purr.

It was all over in merely instants. No sooner had Corbin started

sucking the Sidhe’s cock than Winter exploded, filling Corbin’s

mouth with hot seed. Corbin couldn’t say he was taken by surprise.

The whole day had been a buildup of sexual tension, and it was a

wonder that Corbin didn’t come as well merely at tasting his mate’s

essence.

Seeking the ambrosia of Winter’s taste, Corbin drank down all of

Winter’s offering. He cleaned Winter’s already half-hardening cock

and looked up at his mate.

“Sorry,” Winter said, looking dazed. “I just…I’ve never…”

God, he was so beautiful Corbin’s heart hurt. Corbin released his

mate’s cock from his mouth, licked his lips, and climbed back over

the Sidhe. “It’s okay,” he said against Winter’s lips. “I’m flattered.

And we have plenty of time to enjoy ourselves.” He paused, arching a

brow at his new lover. “Unless, that is, you want to go back to the

party. Or talk.”

Winter gave him a look of disbelief. “You’re joking, right?

You’re not walking out of this room until you fuck me.”

And much to Corbin’s surprise, the Sidhe pushed him off, flipping

him over until Corbin was on the bottom and Winter on top. The turn

of events somewhat surprised Corbin, but it was oh, such a pleasant

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surprise. Seeing Winter look down at him, his long red hair just barely brushing against Corbin’s naked skin, made a new wave of arousal

sweep over him.

And then Winter wrapped his small fist around Corbin’s engorged

prick, and it was Corbin’s turn to throw his head back and groan.

“Fuck, sweetheart, I’m so close. If you don’t stop that, I’m afraid you won’t get your wish.”

“Oh, I very much doubt that,” Winter said wickedly as he moved

his hand up and down Corbin’s shaft. “I have faith in your stamina.”

He rubbed his thumb over the leaking slit, making Corbin’s vision

blur. “I don’t know much about this,” the Sidhe admitted, “but I want you to feel as good as I did. I want to taste you like you tasted me.”

A bit hesitantly, Winter climbed down Corbin’s body. He licked

the tip of Corbin’s prick experimentally, his little pink tongue

gathering the pre-cum copiously leaking from the slit. Corbin almost

came on the spot, like Winter had, and bit the inside of his cheek,

hoping the slight pain would anchor him.

Then Winter made a tight
O
with his lips and slowly started to take Corbin’s prick in his mouth. Corbin clenched his fists in the

material of the sheets to prevent himself from fucking his mate’s face.

He could tell the fae was having trouble adjusting to Corbin’s girth.

Even so, Winter didn’t give up. He relaxed his jaw, taking more of

Corbin’s cock with every second that passed.

After a while, gagging didn’t seem to be a problem for him, and

although he didn’t quite manage to deep throat Corbin, he was doing a damn good job in making up for his inexperience through sheer

enthusiasm. God, Corbin had never felt such pleasure in his life, not even during actual penetrative intercourse. The sensations that

assaulted him were incredible, and as his lover began bobbing his

head up and down Corbin’s cock, keeping his orgasm in check

became increasingly difficult.

Finally, Winter did the unthinkable and took the whole of

Corbin’s cock down his throat. It was too much. With a roar, Corbin

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came, spending himself in Winter’s mouth. But even as he lay there,

astonished by the potency of his climax, his prick never really got

soft. After all, Winter was right there, naked and oh so beautiful.

Noticing Corbin’s interest, Winter grinned. “I told you so, didn’t

I?”

“That you did, sweetheart,” Corbin replied breathlessly. He

watched as Winter reached for the nightstand and retrieved a tube of

lubricant from inside. Apparently, the people who’d readied the room

were well informed as to what Corbin and Winter would need during

their wedding night. Right then and there, Corbin couldn’t say he

minded being catered to.

However, Corbin noticed Winter’s hands were trembling as he

struggled to open the tube. He remembered Winter was a virgin and

got up, stealing the lubricant from his mate as he did so. “Come on,

sweetheart,” he told Winter. “Let me.”

Winter was biting his lower lip as if uncertain. Corbin cupped his

face, forcing their eyes to meet. “It’s okay, Winter,” he said. “We

don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. But I promise, I’ll never hurt you.”

“I…I believe you,” Winter stammered. “I’m just nervous.”

Corbin gestured for Winter to climb into his lap. When the fae

complied, Corbin opened the bottle of lubricant and poured a liberal

amount on his fingers. He pressed butterfly-light kisses to Winter’s

lips and face as he reached between Winter’s ass cheeks to prepare his mate. “Just relax, sweet,” he told Winter. “You’ll love this.”

Slowly, Winter surrendered to the kisses, and Corbin dared to

push one finger inside. At first, his mate tensed a little, the invasion obviously surprising him. God, Winter felt so tight around Corbin’s finger. How would he feel wrapped around Corbin’s cock? Corbin

pushed the mind-numbing thought away, focusing on soothing his

unsettled mate. He gently pushed the finger in and out, allowing

Winter to get used to the sensation and whispering encouragements in

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the fae’s ear. When Winter relaxed, Corbin dared to add another

finger.

This time, Winter pushed out, groaning in pleasure. Corbin

crooked the digits inside his mate’s body, seeking for that spot that would make Winter fly. He knew he’d found it when Winter went

rigid and cried out, this time in ecstasy. “Oh, Corbin. Yes! There.

Again, please, again! More.”

Corbin gave Winter some time to adjust, all the while mercilessly

rubbing his mate’s prostate. At last, he added a third finger and

scissored the digits gently, doing his best to prepare the fae’s passage.

Corbin’s cock was much thicker than even three fingers, and Corbin

wanted to avoid his mate’s pain at all costs.

By now, however, Winter was completely lost in need. His

crimson hair clung to his face and body, humid with sweat, and he

was thrusting back against Corbin’s fingers, begging and pleading.

Corbin couldn’t refuse Winter any longer. He pulled his digits out of his lover’s body and slicked up his cock instead.

Lying back down, he allowed Winter to remain on top and

positioned his cock at Winter’s hole. “Bear down on me, sweetheart,”

he instructed. “Slowly. At your own pace.”

With his hands on Winter’s hips, Corbin guided his mate,

tempering him when Winter would have impaled himself on Corbin’s

shaft in one single thrust. He watched his lover’s face for all signs of discomfort, studiously keeping a leash on the beast within that just

wanted to break free and ravage Winter.

They both groaned as Corbin’s prick finally breached Winter’s

body. Only the awe Corbin experienced at watching the play of

emotions on Winter’s face kept him from turning into a rutting

animal. But at last, Winter’s body fully engulfed him, the silky heat of his passage gripping his cock in a tight fist.

For a few seconds, Corbin just waited. He knew he was spouting

claws, and he couldn’t help it, but Winter needed the time to adjust.

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And then Winter lifted his body and thrust back down, impaling

himself on Corbin’s prick.

Corbin snapped. He started thrusting up into his mate while his

mate pushed down, crying out every time Corbin hit his prostate.

They moved together like they’d been lovers forever, in perfect

harmony. It was so carnal, and yet, at a deeply spiritual level, Corbin felt their bodies talking to each other. He felt Winter understand that there would never be anyone else for Corbin, that their bond was

forever.

With his mate riding him with such abandon, it was a wonder that

Corbin even lasted as long as he did. He blamed it on the previous

orgasm that had taken the edge off. But an instinctual urge arose

inside Corbin, awakening his every primal instinct. His canines

descended, and he pulled Winter down, flipping them on the bed until

Winter was on the bottom. His cock never left his mate’s body as he

bit down on Winter’s neck.

Sweet blood flooded his mouth at the same time as his mind was

invaded with a rush of thoughts not his own. He thrust one last time

inside Winter’s passage and came, his climax so powerful it seemed

to wipe away his very sense of self. There were no longer any

boundaries between his identity and Winter’s. Winter’s emotions

became Corbin’s, and Corbin’s transferred into his mate. It was a

reunion at the most visceral level, and Corbin couldn’t believe he’d

denied himself and Winter this incredible bond for a year.

All too soon, the haze of pleasure began to dim. Corbin’s cock

slipped out of Winter’s body, and he fell on the bed, exhausted. He

managed to muster just enough strength to pull his mate close. As he

did so, Winter’s voice sounded in his mind.
“You really do love me,”

the Sidhe said.

“I do, sweetheart,”
Corbin replied in the same way. The awe in his mate’s tone spoke volumes about the doubts that had clouded

Winter’s heart. Corbin couldn’t blame his lover, and he was only

relieved that their bond had clarified things.

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“Oh, Corbin.”
Winter sighed, cuddling against Corbin’s chest
.

“You shouldn’t let me get away with so many things. I misjudged you,
again. I doubted you without even asking.”

“So did I.”
Corbin kissed Winter’s forehead, remembering the time he’d scented sex on Winter and automatically concluded Winter

had been fucking someone else.
“But you know, I think I’d have been
worried if you hadn’t cared. Sure, we still have to work on the

trusting each other thing, but we can do it.”

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