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when a slick digit rubbed against his hole that Reed at last realized

what was going on.

He hadn’t thought he could be more aroused, at least not without

coming, but apparently, he’d underestimated his body’s ability to

withstand a sensual attack. He seemed to be waiting for something,

unconsciously, perhaps. He wanted to have Anson inside him when

he came.

Even so, when the finger wormed its way into his passage, Reed

could barely keep himself from climaxing. He pushed back against

the invading digit, his entire body aching for his mate’s touch. Anson

slowly finger-fucked him, and it was only the lazy rhythm that

prevented Reed’s peak. But with Anson still sucking his cock, Reed

was so very close. He could almost taste his impending orgasm, feel it

within his reach.

It was then that Anson crooked his fingers inside Reed’s body,

hitting Reed’s prostate. The pleasure that assaulted Reed was, for lack

of a better word, explosive. This time, there was truly nothing Reed

could do to hold back.

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“Sonny!” he cried as he sent a stream of spunk down Anson’s

throat. Anson greedily gulped it all down, lapping at it as if it were the

tastiest treat in existence. Reed barely suppressed the urge to whimper

as his mate licked him clean. Every nerve in his body was awake with

sensation, but at the same time, Reed felt boneless, unable to move to

save his life.

At last, Anson released Reed’s oversensitive cock from his mouth.

“You called me Sonny,” he whispered. Leaning over Reed, he shared

the lingering traces of Reed’s spunk with him. Tasting himself in his

mate’s mouth made Reed grow hard once again in spite of the mind-

numbing orgasm he’d just had.

Anson broke the kiss and chuckled. “I think I created a monster.”

“I really need you to fuck me now,” Reed replied. “Please, Sonny.

Fuck me.”

The wolf’s dark green eyes had gone nearly black with passion.

He removed his fingers from Reed’s ass and, in quick, frantic

motions, started removing his clothing. His wet digits left greasy

marks on the shirts and pants, but he didn’t seem to care. Neither did

Reed, as he was too enthralled in watching his mate strip for him.

At last, Anson’s muscular body was revealed. He was all golden

skin and slick muscles, like a Greek god come to life. His dark hair

seemed to shine in the moonlight, and in that moment, Reed was

simply frozen at the realization that this was truly happening.

The wolf dumped his clothing by their side then focused his full

attention on Reed. He lifted Reed’s legs, exposing his hole. By now,

the urgency to couple had increased to almost unbearable proportions

inside Reed. He waited to see what Anson would do, more than ever

aching to feel his lover’s shaft piercing him.

More lube went on Anson’s cock in preparation of the treat to

come. Reed could barely breathe now, the anticipation so intense it

was killing him. After what seemed like forever, but must have been

just a couple of seconds, Anson positioned his cock at Reed’s opening

and gently pushed inside. He had an expression of fierce

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concentration on his face, as if struggling not to surrender to an inner

force fighting for supremacy.

Reed had the urge to push back, to impale himself on Anson’s

cock, but Anson squeezed his hips, holding him in place, controlling

his motions. His prick breached Reed’s channel at an excruciatingly

slow pace, driving him wild with desire. Beyond that, Reed realized

he was a bit afraid. He knew so very little about this and didn’t want

to fail his mate.

True enough, Anson was more than generously endowed, so it

was probably a better idea to take it slow. However, Reed and Anson

had taken their time with everything else, and Reed was so tired of

waiting. He needed the full extent of Anson’s passion, and he needed

it now. But could he really take it?

At last, Anson’s cock was fully inside him, his balls flush against

Reed’s ass. The wolf’s eyes were fixed on Reed’s face, watching his

every reaction. “Okay?” Anson asked, his voice filled with gravel.

Reed nodded, offering his mate a tremulous smile. If he wanted to

be honest, Anson’s cock filled him completely, stretching him beyond

what he thought was possible. It was heaven and hell wrapped in one

package, and Reed no longer knew which way was up. He couldn’t

even remember how to speak so that he could give Anson a coherent

reply.

Anson must have taken his reaction as a good sign, though, as he

pulled out and thrust back in once again. At first, Reed winced, his

body still a bit tense. “Relax, baby,” Anson whispered in his ear. “We

have all the time in the world.”

Slowly, under Anson’s gentle ministrations, Reed’s apprehension

started to melt. He realized that, had Anson not been aware of Reed’s

inexperience, he wouldn’t have gone so slowly. Anson understood.

He wasn’t disappointed. Anson might have doubted himself because

of his age, but Reed wasn’t any better. They were really a matching

pair.

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In Anson’s arms, though, Reed let go of all hesitations. Clinging

to Anson’s arms, he relaxed his body, focusing on the amazing feel of

the two of them connected in the most intimate way two men could

possibly be.

Obviously taking in Reed’s new resolve, Anson hastened the pace

of his thrusts. In the process, he also changed the angle, and his prick

hit Reed’s special spot. Reed’s mind melted as sparks of pleasure

exploded through him. A myriad of colors blurred Reed’s vision, and

he clung to his mate, searching for an anchor in a world that was

quickly starting to make no sense.

Another thrust against his prostate jarred him so hard his teeth

rattled. Reed heard himself cry out, but he wasn’t sure the voice was

his own. It was just too good, too amazing, and Reed’s mind couldn’t

cope with it. Anson started increasing the pace, the strokes faster,

more powerful. All the while, Reed’s painfully hard cock bounced

between their stomachs, massaged by the friction between their

bodies, weeping and demanding Anson’s touch.

In a way, Reed was happy that the wolf didn’t reach down to

stroke his shaft, because the way Anson’s prick massaged the walls of

Reed’s anus already had him on the edge. And Reed didn’t want to

stop this, not yet. If this was a dream, he needed it to never end.

Alas, as his mate moved in and out of him, Reed felt himself

move closer and closer to orgasm. He was flying, flying for Anson,

free in the ecstasy the werewolf offered. There was just one more

thing he needed, one last thing to complete their bond. Reed knew

how it worked, of course. He’d heard it all from family and friends.

But what he couldn’t understand was how a mere bite could create

something as powerful as a mate link. And still, he yearned for it, as

he had ever since he’d fully acknowledged the truth of his and

Anson’s connection.

He bared his throat, clutching his mate’s strong arms even harder.

“Bite me, Sonny,” he begged. “Please, bite me.”

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His mate didn’t leave him waiting for long. Anson thrust one last

time inside Reed, and then a sharp, piercing pain echoed through

Reed’s body as the wolf buried his fangs in Reed’s neck. The

sensation that gripped him was absolutely otherworldly. For a few

instants, Reed’s flesh and soul molded completely with Anson’s.

Reed could actually see into his mate’s mind, hear his thoughts, sense

the extent to which Anson had wanted him all this time. It was awe

inspiring and orgasmic in itself, and it would have been enough to

make Reed come even without the already mind-numbing pleasure.

As it was, when his orgasm hit, Reed lost all sense of self, to the

point that he could no longer tell where he ended and Anson began.

For a few moments, he could keep hold of his consciousness, and he

floated on a sea of pleasure with Anson right there next to him.

In his mind, he heard the words he’d yearned for during all this

time
. “Reed…Oh, baby. I love you so much.”

“I love you, too, Sonny.”

When at last the haze of the climax started to dim, Reed opened

his eyes to the most beautiful sight in the world, his mate looming

above him, smiling.

“Wow,” he said, still too shocked and dazed to be more eloquent.

Anson chuckled and collapsed at his side. “I couldn’t have said it

better myself, baby. Wow, indeed.”

* * * *

Time flew far too quickly when Anson was with Reed. They

simply couldn’t get enough of each other. After the first time they had

sex, they remained together on the grass, simply lying in each other’s

arms. But soon, their bodies demanded another coupling, and Anson

took Reed for a second time. He might have gone even further, except

in spite of Reed’s shifter nature, the swan was still new at this.

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The most beautiful thing, though, even beyond the coupling of

their bodies, was their new mind link. Anson was in awe with how it

felt to feel Reed so intimately and profoundly connected to him.

Alas, soon they were forced to part ways, as both he and Reed felt

Reed’s parents should have to be confronted with the news of Reed’s

mating like this. Anson walked with Reed until they reached a safe

distance away from the house, staying downwind just in case Liam

had sensed his son’s absence. Anson feared that it was quite likely,

since he and Reed had gotten carried away and delayed a bit more

than expected.

“I suppose this is good-bye,” Reed said with a sigh.

“Just for tonight, baby,” Anson replied. Through their mind bond,

he added,
“And we’ll never be parted again, not really.”

A smile bloomed on Reed’s beautiful face. “Yeah. You’re right. I

do wish we wouldn’t have to separate.”

“Soon, Reed,” Anson promised. “Now go. We’ll see each other

again in the morning.”

Reed went, shifting into a swan and flying the rest of the distance

toward the house. Anson couldn’t resist the temptation of watching

his lovely mate go.

Unfortunately, as he did so, he was just in time to see Liam and

Shiloh intercept Reed. The young swan shifted back into his human

form, obviously resigned to facing his furious parents. Half through

his sensitive hearing, half through his bond with Reed, Anson heard a

very unpleasant exchange.

“Where have you been, Reed?” Shiloh inquired. “Do you have

any idea how worried you made us?”

“I was just out flying,” Reed replied. Anson could feel Reed’s

reluctance to lie, to deny their bond, and he swore this would be the

last time Reed would have to resort to such a thing.

“Don’t lie,” Liam shot back. “I can smell sex on you.”

Fuck.
Both Anson and Reed had cleaned up as best they could,

but after their more than energetic activities, they obviously hadn’t

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done a good enough job. Anson felt Reed start to panic, and he tried

to send waves of calm through their connection. To a certain extent, it

worked, as Reed managed to muster an answer, “I’m a grown man,”

he said. “You can’t tell me what I can and cannot do. Besides, at my

age, you were already having sex, too.”

“That’s hardly the point,” Liam replied. “I just don’t want you to

get hurt.”

Shiloh nodded. “We swans seek that special person, and we’re

never satisfied until we find him or her,” he explained. “I don’t want

to see you making the same mistake I did.”

It was somewhat-common knowledge that Shiloh had many lovers

before Liam, something he had regretted very much. As much as

Shiloh tried to hide it, Anson knew it still bothered the swan

sometimes. In a way, he understood Shiloh’s fears. If he’d been in

Shiloh’s place, perhaps he’d have told Reed the same thing. But he

wasn’t, and he knew that they didn’t have to be concerned. Reed

didn’t need to look any further because he already had the right

person.

As if urged by Anson’s thoughts, Reed suddenly spoke up and

said, “I already found my mate.”

Liam gaped at that. “You can’t be serious.” Shaking his head,