Laty responded in kind, tongue curling beneath Kil's, entwining and tangling together in a most sensual dance. A soft whimper fell from swollen lips as they parted, and his shirt was whipped off, exposed skin pebbling with goosebumps in a futile attempt to fend off the cold.
Laty hooked a finger into a tiny hole in his mate's singlet, twisting and dragging downward to rip the material, a well-defined chest revealed beneath the parting cloth.
Laty succumbed to desire, palms brushing and gliding over dark pectoral muscles, fingers tracing nonsensical patterns before concentrating on Kil's nipples, thumb, and forefinger gently rolling one before he bent down to close his lips over it, greedily drawing the budding flesh into his mouth
There was a little surprise on his part as Laty managed to rip open singlets and nip his chest.
Gently rubbing Laty's torso and letting his hot breath ghost his face, Kil moved closer and ground against the tight figure, feeling hardness upon hardness and letting his hand inch downwards to tease at the zip of his mate's pants. He would tease it down but by now he could hardly think, the little one had a mouth as lithe as his body and the tongue that darted out to lap at a chocolate brown nipple was causing havoc to his brain.
Growling, he lifted Laty and knocked him against the wall, letting him wrap slim legs around his waist as he took his turn licking his chest.
"Darling—" he mumbled the name. Massaging the goose bumps that peppered Laty's skin, he quickly—with the speed of those like him.
But as suddenly, he broke from the kiss, causing Laty to whimper in disapproval.
“Come with me—” his lips purred into the pink, cold-nipped ear.
"No—"
"Shhh, I will make you feel better." With a speed associated with his species, he took Laty back to his room and lowered him onto the bed.
He removed the clothes they were putting on as his urgency took hold of him.
The only thing on his mind then was to take his mate.
"Are you ready?" He glanced down at his beautiful naked mate, his eyes taking in the beautiful mate mark on his mate's body.
"As ready as I can be."
Unexpectedly, he changed their position.
He looked his eyes with his mate's purple one, as he lined himself on his mate's member.
Kil gasped as Laty slowly lowered himself down onto him. He was tight and hot and gorgeous, Kil couldn't help but stare as Laty keened back and forth as if in worship, pleasuring himself like that. His eyesight was heavy, and his senses were thundering as only a bloodsucker like himself would, fully aware of every twitch of each muscle, every pump of the heart. He could practically see the blood coursing through his mate's body as he rocked back and forth, and the smell—that was what was strongest.
It drove him crazy. Kil couldn't bear the lazy thrust of his mate. He wanted it, hard and fast.
Or should we say, fast and furious?
Rolling them over so Laty was on his back and his legs were wide and inviting, Kil retracted only slightly before burying himself again deep. Brushing aside bangs that fell into Laty's eyes, he continued to thrust bringing them nearer to their climax—yes, it would have to be together—but to prolong the pleasure, that would be best. Covering Kil's mouth in a kiss, he suckled the little hurt that he had caused earlier outside, the little nip on his small mouth where the tiny bit of blood that had burned into his body. It was body against body, moving and rolling over the coarse soft texture of the rug and Kil was forgetting who began and ended where, and he was getting hungry. Hungry.
Laty whimpered, the breath forced out of him with each thrust of his mate's hips into him, each collision of loins, each time Laty was impaled by Kil. Their bodies glided over one another easily, delicious friction minimized by the massaging oils that had found their way into every dip and hollow of them. So minimal in fact that it made Kil growled low with the need for more of it, more heat and rubbing and rasping of their most sensitive parts.
His canines elongated as the werewolf got the urge to mark his mate.
Legs lifted upward to wrap around Kil's waist, a new brand of sensations washing over him from a different angle. When Kil began nursing upon his lip, drawing a mere trickle of blood out from him, a sweet euphoria overcame him, near-orgasmic pleasure dancing along every nerve-ending in his body as his very life's essence was taken into his lover.
As the scent of sex grew thicker, he drove into his mate, to the hilt. Kil wanted to nip harder at Laty's neck and suck hard at the blood and feel it burn down his throat.
He badly wanted to mark his mate. But he was merely restraining himself.
"Laty—" he spoke the young man's name with every bite.
"Dark, you will be the death of me." He nipped at the pale throat, a hint, if you must. To let him take a bit—just a tiny bit of Laty. He was feeling greedy currently, not something he was used to...but something about Laty made him want to take.
He wanted to mark him, so everyone will know to whom he belonged.
Laty clutched at Kil, arms wrapped around broad shoulders weakly, as if Kil was anchoring Laty to reality, the only thing preventing him from falling off the edge of a rapidly approaching precipice that beseeched and tempted him.
A whimper was sobbed into the hollow of Kil's neck as Laty inwardly shouted for him to mark him, and make him his.
Laty's hips rose to meet Kil every time he drove deeper into his body, their bodies moving to an instinctive rhythm that was so deeply ingrained it was beyond primal.
In anticipation, Kil tilted his head to the side, exposing a pattern of veins and arteries that were barely concealed by gossamer thin layers of skin. A single word fell from Kil's lips, imploring, begging, and demanding all at once, "Please."
He Desperately wanted to be marked by his mate. It's an urge he couldn't let go of.
Kil unable to deny his mate, went in for the kill.
Lapping gently at the warm pulse, he bared his teeth and sank into the neck as gently as he could and wrapped his hand around Laty's member to take his mind off his pain. Taking a sip, he nearly reeled at the salty-sweet taste and lapped hungrily at the wound, making sure not to suck the life out of the redhead. Ah, he was nearing the edge and so was Laty, he could tell. Biting his tongue, Kil spat out his blood at the cut and watched as it closed itself and then turned to share the lingering taste of their joining with Laty in a long kiss.
Howling, Lary broke from the kiss, and just as he was about to orgasm, he marked his mate.
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The two lovers lay in the aftermath of their lovemaking, as they tried to catch their breath.
Kil's mind was at rest, but the same can't be said for Laty who was beating himself for allowing his mate to Mark him. But the deed has already been done.
He was now mated to a bloodsucker.
He got a mate from the species he vowed to eradicate.