Every thought that Bryce was a man disappeared from Vincent’s mind. All he could see and feel was that Bryce was his mate, and an overwhelming need to have him eclipsed every other thought.
He had shared countless kisses and countless nights with the woman he loved. He had believed there was nothing left for him to discover.
But this...
Nothing had prepared him for it.
The moment their lips met, everything he thought he understood about intimacy was overturned.
Kissing his mate felt unlike anything he had ever experienced. It wasn’t simply desire or pleasure. Every brush of their lips awakened something so profound that even Vincent couldn’t make sense of it.
Bryce parted his lips instinctively, inviting him closer. Their tongues met, and Vincent deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue against Bryce’s.
His body lowered over Bryce’s until there was no space left between them, the heat radiating from Bryce’s bare skin seeping into him and driving the hunger into an even deeper frenzy.
His hands wandered over Bryce’s exposed chest with restless urgency, unable to settle in one place, as though no amount of contact could ever satisfy the overwhelming need consuming him.
He found himself gliding against Bryce’s body, their bodies rocking against each other.
Inside Vincent, his wolf rejoiced without restraint. It surged wildly through him, intoxicated by the bond it had waited so long to claim, relentlessly urging him to take more, to touch more.
Bryce’s trembling hands wandered frantically over Vincent before finding the front of his shirt. His fingers fumbled impatiently with the buttons, his desperation obvious as he struggled to strip away the barrier separating their bodies. Every failed attempt only seemed to make him more restless.
As though sensing exactly what Bryce wanted without a single word being spoken, Vincent lifted himself just enough to reach the buttons of his own shirt.
His fingers worked quickly, but every passing second felt unbearable. Frustration flashed across his face before he abandoned the effort altogether, gripped the fabric with both hands, and ripped the shirt apart, exposing the powerful muscles beneath.
Bryce’s breathing hitched.
His hands reached for Vincent almost instantly, roaming hungrily over his bare chest, his shoulders, his abdomen, as though he couldn’t touch enough of him.
His fever clouded blue eyes stared at Vincent’s body in open fascination, every stroke of his fingertips carrying unconcealed longing.
Vincent lowered himself again until their bare bodies met. Their heated skin pressed together, sending a shudder through both of them. Every point of contact felt impossibly good, sending another wave of unbearable need coursing through their bodies as they instinctively sought even more of each other.
Vincent’s lips slowly broke away from Bryce’s, only to begin a slow trail down the line of his jaw until they reached the side of his neck.
Bryce’s arms instinctively tightened around Vincent’s shoulders as soft, unrestrained moans escaped his parted lips, dissolving into the silence that surrounded them.
"I... I want every inch of you," Vincent murmured, his voice rough and unsteady, every word weighed down by the desire. "I want to feel you in every way possible..."
Bryce didn’t answer with words.
He simply melted beneath Vincent, his body yielding instinctively. That silent surrender pushed Vincent to the very edge.
His hand drifted lower, his fingers finding the waistband of Bryce’s pants, curling around the fabric before slowly tugging at it, and pulled them down. Bryce instinctively lifted his hips just enough to let the fabric slide free.
Vincent’s chest rose and fell in uneven breaths as his eyes settled on Bryce’s arousal. It stood fully hardened, pale skin stretched taut around it, the prominent veins tracing along its length as though it had been denied release for far too long.
He had never seen another man’s body like this before.
If anyone had told him before today that he would one day find himself unable to look away from another man’s cock, overcome by an almost unbearable need to touch it, he would have dismissed the idea without a second thought. He would have sworn it could never happen.
And yet...
His hand moved before reason could stop it.
Almost hesitantly, his fingertips brushed against the rigid length.
The faintest touch drew an immediate reaction, making it twitch beneath his fingers.
A quiet breath escaped Vincent.
Unable to resist any longer, he slowly closed his hand around it. His grip remained tentative for only a moment before his palm began moving in slow, measured strokes, exploring the unfamiliar sensation with growing fascination.
It was noticeably smaller than his own, the difference impossible to miss as it rested within his grasp.
When Vincent’s strokes grew firmer, a tremor ripped through Bryce’s body, and a louder moan broke free from his lips, abruptly snapping Vincent back to the reality of what he was doing.
For the briefest instant, he froze.
His hand remained where it was as his thoughts collided violently with desire. But the struggle lasted only a heartbeat.
Bryce’s helpless reactions, the vulnerable arch of his body, and the broken sounds escaping his lips shattered every barrier Vincent had tried to rebuild. The sight before him erased the hesitation that had momentarily taken hold.
He drew his hand toward his lips, letting a trace of saliva dampen his palm before wrapping his warm, slick hand around Bryce once more.
This time, his movements flowed with greater easiness. Every stroke came more naturally than the last, as though he had always known exactly what to do despite never having been with a man before.
Bryce’s breathing dissolved into harsh, uneven pants. His body reacted on its own, his hips lifting instinctively into Vincent’s touch, chasing the sensation with a desperate need he could no longer suppress.
Every muscle in his body drew taut.
The heat consuming him gathered relentlessly until it reached its breaking point.
A louder moan tore from his throat as the unbearable tension finally snapped, leaving his entire body trembling violently in its wake.
His breaths came in short, ragged gasps as the last waves rolled through him, his fingers tightening instinctively around Vincent while he struggled to steady himself.
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Even after release, Bryce’s arousal refused to soften. It remained fully hardened, the veins along its length standing out even more clearly than before.
Vincent’s body quivered as he looked down at him.
His eyes wandered over Bryce’s trembling form. Bryce’s eyes remained tightly shut, uneven breaths slipping through swollen, pale red lips while damp blond strands clung to his forehead, framing a face flushed by the overwhelming heat.
He looked breathtaking.
"Beautiful..."
The word escaped Vincent before he could stop it, barely more than a whisper, so quiet that even he almost failed to hear it.
Without looking away from Bryce, he lowered his own pants together with his briefs, exposing the unmistakable evidence of his own desire that had been tormenting him from the very beginning.
Bryce’s hand lifted almost instinctively, reaching toward him with quiet desperation, eager to feel it, but before his fingertips could make contact, Vincent gently caught his wrist.
Keeping hold of him, Vincent slipped his other arm around Bryce’s waist and carefully rolled him onto his stomach.
The movement revealed the graceful line of Bryce’s back and the smooth curve of his Ass.
Vincent’s breathing hitched.