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Just
as Igorian started past the doors leading out of the ballroom, he was grabbed
and pressed back into the shadows of an alcove just off of the hallway. Warm
breath blew down on his face, an even warmer body pressed him into the wall.
That
was another thing that Igorian had learned on his one night of indiscretion,
panthers ran warm. For a vampire who was always cold, it was like pressing his
body against a live furnace.
It
was glorious.
Pan
captured his lips in that very moment, stealing all thoughts from Igorian’s
head just as he stole the breath from Igorian’s lungs. He groaned into the
kiss as Pan’s thick sultry scent filled every pore in his body.
The kiss was brutal, crushing, and Igorian
could taste the metallic flavor of blood in his mouth.
Pan gripped Igorian’s shirt, an animalistic
sound rumbling in his throat as he tried to pull himself closer. Pan was
branding him, making his own claim, and Igorian was so turned on that he was
about to explode in his slacks.
“That’s right, kitten,” Pan growled into his ear, “purr for me.”
“Fuck
you!”
“So
graphic.” Pan chuckled into Igorian’s mouth as he kissed him. He groaned as
Pan’s hand wrapped around his neck, his thumb caressing behind his ear. Pan
growled into Igorian’s mouth as his tongue traced along Igorian’s bottom lip,
making his entire body shiver with need. “Submit to me, Igorian.”
Igorian swallowed around the dry lump in his throat.
Should he?
Could
he?
Hell, yes!
Igorian wiggled against Pan when he felt his pants being unsnapped. Igorian
was desperate to feel the man’s large, thick cock in his ass, and to hell with
whoever might be watching them.
“I
need skin.” Pan’s voice was strained, almost as if he were just as desperate
as Igorian was to feel their skin collide.
He
captured Igorian’s lips in that very moment, stealing all thoughts from his
head just as he stole the breath from Igorian’s lungs. He groaned into the
kiss as Pan’s musky scent filled every pore in his body.
The
kiss was hot, a savoring caress as Pan kissed his breath away. Pan’s kisses
grew more demanding, more savage. Igorian reveled in his passion, his breath
catching as the sexy panther kissing him even deeper.
Igorian wiggled against Pan when he felt the man
pulling at his shirt, an animalistic sound
rumbling deep in his throat. Igorian was desperate to feel Pan’s large,
thick cock in his ass, and to hell with whoever might catch them.
Igorian swallowed around the dry lump in his throat as he tilted his head back
and allowed Pan to nibble down the arch of his neck.
Pan was branding him, making his own claim,
and Igorian was so turned on that he was about to explode in his slacks.
Once Pan had his shirt ripped open, he began
to work on Igorian’s pants. Igorian just stood there and allowed the
panther to undress him. Pan’s movements were
wild, unforgiving, and dared Igorian to interfere.
Igorian wasn’t stupid. He wanted the gorgeous shifter.
Pan dropped to his knees and reached for him, spinning Igorian around to face
the wall. Igorian cried out when he felt a finger rim around his asshole. A
slight pressure applied, and then Pan’s finger sank in deep.
Igorian panted heavily, wanting to feel more but needing a minute to adjust.
He wasn’t sure whether to scream time out or push back on the invasion.
Igorian cried out when Pan added a second finger.
Pan twisted his wrist, grazing over Igorian’s sweet spot. His cock shot a
spurt of precum as Igorian cried louder. The fingers in Igorian’s ass moved in
a rhythm that had him swiveling his hips, trying to make them go deeper.
He was ready to explode.
“Pan!” Igorian ground his teeth together,
staving off his orgasm.
“Soon, kitten,” Pan crooned.
He took in deep and ragged breaths, biting hard into his bottom lip as he
whimpered. The building sensations were
sweeping through
Igorian,
buzzing
through
his
mind,
his
senses
exploding
with
greedy
lust
until
he thought he would go mad.
Igorian whimpered again when Pan’s hand slid down his thighs and then over his
ass. His fingers massaged Igorian’s butt, making Igorian pant heavily with
need. He wanted. He wanted desperately.
Pan turned Igorian back around and pushed his legs apart, situating his very
large frame between Igorian’s legs as he nibbled his way down Igorian’s neck.
His lover’s hot breath felt like tiny little puffs on Igorian’s skin.
“P–please,” he begged, but Pan acted as though he hadn’t heard Igorian. It was
maddening. His body shivered with his lover’s touch, his kiss, and his very
presence.
Igorian’s body arched into the panther’s as Pan stroked him, every inch of him
hypersensitive and greedy for his touch. Igorian couldn’t get close enough,
couldn’t hold Pan tight enough. He was desperate, a coil of need tightening
inside of him.
Pan
leaned back, nipping Igorian’s shoulder. Igorian shuddered as Pan grabbed his
bottom and lifted him up, separating his mounds before lining his cock up.
Igorian inhaled sharply as he felt Pan’s large cock enter him.
Igorian wailed Pan's name as the panther pushed past the clenching muscles,
stretching Igorian as his cock began to pick up a rhythm. He writhed under
Pan, fighting to accept the ample width of male flesh impaling him.
Pan was giving Igorian exactly what he had been begging for. The only thing
was, Igorian had no idea what he had unleashed. But he didn’t try to resist as
Pan drew back, panting and wild, his eyes the color of pure liquid gold.
Igorian’s voice elevated to a cry as shivers broke out all over his body when
Pan’s hand snaked up his neck and over his scalp. Pan grabbed a fistful of
Igorian’s hair and gave a light tug. Igorian lifted his ass higher as he
shouted out his pleasure.
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