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cock hard and ready, leaking a thin stream of pre-come that Dax has a sudden urge to taste. He quickly shook his head.
    “I want you to claim me. Did you want me to turn over?” he added when it seemed Zane was waiting for a verbal response. This time it was Zane who shook his head.
    “It’s easier to feed from you this way and I have to be feeding as I climax to claim you.”
    Too much information, or not enough? Dax wasn’t sure but he felt his head bobbing in agreement then closed his eyes tight as he felt the unmistakable nudge of Zane’s cock against his hole. Relax, relax, relax, push out, push out, push out. Calming himself, waiting for the pain he knew would come, Dax breathed and chanted in his head, his eyes still tightly closed as he felt Zane breach him and then the insane feeling of something entering what was built to be an exit hole.
    It was unusual. Not painful, but then Dax was well aware, despite how he had treated Zane in the past, that preparation was the key to an almost painless fuck. While Dax might have the same physical attributes as any human male, his pain receptors, his idea of pain itself, were all wired differently. At least, he figured that’s what the story was, because all Dax felt was pressure and a sense of fullness that felt…right. Or maybe Zane really was that good.
    The slap of balls, not his own, against his ass cheeks, had Dax opening his eyes almost in shock. Zane was in? He’d taken that whole, huge, long cock completely inside of him? He did a quick mental scan. Ass, not ripped, feeling stretched, full, but okay. Cock, still hard and leaking like a faucet, bobbing around like some untethered buoy on the ocean.  Wolf, happy, skittish but definitely not threatening retribution. What the fuck?
    “You doing okay down there,” Zane asked quietly, his deep red eyes probably seeing every emotion that had to have flashed across Dax’s face. A face that was now flushing with more embarrassment than anything else.
    He gave an experimental wiggle of his hips. Yep, everything was good. “I think you can move now.”
    Instead of pulling back and then plunging back inside Dax’s body, which was exactly what Dax would have done, Zane dropped his long pale body over Dax’s, claiming his mouth in a searing kiss, his arms bracketing Dax’s head. Dax’s hands came up, gripping Zane by his shoulders pulling the man even closer as two tongues dueled. When Zane’s hips finally moved, just a gentle rocking motion as though testing the waters, Dax slid his hands firmly and deliberately straight down a muscled back, grasping onto the ass cheeks he had worshipped in his mind for weeks.
    “I said you can move, damn it,” he growled against Zane’s lips. Zane’s eyes narrowed but his hips moved a bit more, and Dax could feel it then, that undeniable ripple of his inner muscles against a silk covered steel pipe. Zane’s hips and back moved smoothly, propelling the motion and Dax struggled, trying to get more. Zane adjusted his position slightly, allowing Dax’s back to rest fully on the floor and Dax didn’t hesitate. Planting his feet firmly on the carpet he rocked his hips in unison, the two men quickly gaining momentum as the emotions around them intensified.
    Dax’s hands were glued to Zane’s ass. He was sure he couldn’t move them if he tried. Zane was a powerhouse above him, his face deadly serious, his mouth twisted, as he seemed hell bent on driving Dax out of his mind via his dick. Another shift in position and Dax felt a zing run right through his body and into his cock. Fuck, there it was.
    “Right there,” he managed to say, although it was more like a yell, because now Zane had found the pleasure spot inside of him the man was determined to stroke it, tease it and every now and again punch it with his cock, setting up a tsunami of sensations Dax had never experienced before, but wanted to again and again and again.
    It should have gone on longer. Hell, Dax wished he