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he said, passing a hand through his hair. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

He seemed nervous, more nervous than Angel had ever seen him.

As if through a haze, Angel got up and took Clark’s hand. It was now or never, and after that kiss, Angel could no longer retreat behind his walls and pretend the only feelings he had for Clark were brotherly.

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“I’m not,” he whispered as he looked up to meet Clark’s gaze.

Clark was much taller and much larger than him, but somehow, Angel

had always thought they were a perfect fit. Angel’s build allowed

Clark’s arms to wrap around him completely, and his head reached

Clark’s shoulder, as if it were meant to rest there forever.

Angel licked his lips, uncertain as to how to convey the feelings in his heart. In the end, he went with what his instinct told him. Lifting himself up on his tiptoes, he pressed his lips to Clark’s.

Angel wasn’t very experienced in terms of kissing. In fact, his first kiss had come just moments earlier, with Clark, just like he’d always dreamed. He wouldn’t have known how to take control of the

situation, and anxiety gripped him. He might have interpreted the

signals wrong. Maybe Clark had merely confused Angel for someone

else.

That thought and all others vanished, though, when Clark released

another growl and attacked his mouth. Angel might have initiated this kiss, but he was just along for the ride now. Clark licked the seam of his lips, and Angel gladly surrendered, opening for his mate. Because he knew now that Clark wasn’t his brother—or not just that. They

were soul mates, always had been.

As a rule, gazelles didn’t mate for life, and neither did lions. But Angel and Clark had never been like others of their kind. Their beasts didn’t rule over them. Their hearts did. Angel might have never

acknowledged it, but there was a reason why he’d always refused the

advances of other antelopes. In his heart, Angel had always known the only one for him was Clark.

Clark thrust his tongue in Angel’s mouth, and Angel moaned in

delight as Clark plundered and devoured him. Clark seemed ravenous,

and with each second that passed, he took more and more. Right then

and there, Angel would have given Clark whatever he wanted.

Clark walked them back toward the single bed and pushed Angel

on the mattress. Angel fell and, for a few seconds, had an arousing view of the lion looming above him, a predator ready to devour his

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prey. Angel wasn’t afraid. He wanted Clark to devour him. He ached

to be one with the man he’d desired for as long as he could remember.

Those few instants passed, and Clark quickly got rid of his shirt.

He undid every button slowly, all the while holding Angel’s gaze, as if waiting. Angel knew Clark well, and he could easily read Clark’s

intentions. The lion always worried for Angel and was now giving

him the chance to back down. Angel had no intention to do so, but he admitted that the show was very nice. In truth, Angel didn’t want to rush through this either. While his body was eager for consummation, his soul and mind ached for more.

Clark finally dropped his shirt on the floor, toed off his shoes,

removed his socks, and began to work on his pants. The sound of

Clark’s zipper being lowered somehow snapped Angel out of his

trance. He realized that he should probably be undressing as well, and not just simply watching his mate strip for him.

With trembling hands, he started removing his own shirt, but his

fingers froze on the buttons at the first sight of his mate’s erection.

Thick and long, Clark’s prick pointed accusingly at Angel, demanding attention. Golden hair surrounded the base of Clark’s cock, and Angel ached to bury his face in it. Pre-cum already oozed from the tip of the shaft, and Angel wondered how it would taste. Wild and delicious like Clark’s kiss, no doubt.

Clark’s grin was a dark promise as he joined Angel on the bed.

They didn’t speak, didn’t say another word. It wasn’t needed. Clark’s hands went to Angel’s clothing, slowly helping him out of the

material. With almost excruciating gentleness, Clark did what Angel

had been too distracted to achieve. Angel’s shirt was the first to go, then his shoes and socks. Those talented fingers hesitated slightly

when they reached Angel’s fly. Taking a leap of faith, Angel lowered his own zipper, revealing his erection to Clark’s gaze.

He was by no means as impressive as Clark, but the lion seemed

to like what he saw. He released another of those low growls, and

Angel couldn’t suppress a shudder. He loved hearing Clark when he

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let loose his beast. Clark’s roars were particularly magnificent, and Angel had always secretly dreamed of hearing them while they were

together in bed. It seemed that today, he would finally get his wish.

Clark’s motions began to get quicker when the lion saw Angel had

no intention of protesting. Soon, Clark undressed Angel completely.

They were both naked on the bed now, so close Angel could feel the

heat emanating from Clark’s skin.

There was no going back now. Clark moved over Angel, lowering

him to the mattress. Not knowing what else to do, Angel relaxed

against the pillows and waited. He felt inadequate and poorly prepared to give Clark pleasure. At the same time, though, he knew Clark

would not hold it against him, so his fears were chased away by the

mix of lust and familiarity inside him.

Clark lavished him with butterfly-light kisses, taking his time in

exploring every inch of Angel’s body. Clark’s every touch enflamed

Angel more and more, and he almost came when his mate’s hot mouth

enclosed his nipple.

“Clark.” He released a small bleat-gasp. “Oh, God, Clark, please.”

Clark lifted his mouth and met his gaze. Clark’s honey-brown eyes

seemed almost black now with the fire of passion burning within their depths. “I love how you say my name.”

The words sounded animalistic, possessive, and Angel could tell

Clark’s beast had been awakened. He arched against his mate,

demanding more, needing more.

Clark crushed their lips together once again, and on instinct, Angel wrapped his legs around Clark’s waist. Still clinging to the lip-lock, Clark changed their position, pulling Angel upright and into his lap.

The new situation made Clark’s prick nudge against Angel’s crease.

His anus clenched in need, and Angel started trembling with the desire to coming together with Clark like that, in the most intimate way two men could be connected.

Clark seemed to want the same thing. The lion’s hands went to

Angel’s buttocks, kneading and massaging. His strong fingers

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separated the ass cheeks, and one dry digit rubbed at Angel’s hole.

Angel’s gasp was swallowed by Clark’s kiss.

They separated their mouths when they found themselves forced

to breathe. Much to Angel’s dismay, Clark released him from his arms and left the bed. For a few terrible instants, Angel thought Clark had changed his mind, especially when he saw Clark pick up his pants.

But then, he understood Clark was searching through his pockets.

Angel wasn’t exactly naïve, so he realized what Clark was looking for.

“In that nightstand,” he said.

Clark looked toward him, then, as indicated, opened the

nightstand drawer. He retrieved the tube of lubricant Alexis had given Angel as a thank-you present for moving in.

Clark didn’t seem amused. “Why do you have lube?”

Angel would have felt offended, except he knew he’d baited Clark

into jealousy with his comment from a few days back. Truth be told,

Alexis always teased him, but he’d never actually made a serious pass at him. Angel had gotten used to it, although he still couldn’t bring himself to flirt back.

“A gift from Alexis.” He arched a brow at Clark. “I’ve never

actually used it, and I was thinking we could try it now.”

Clark pounced on the bed, and the bed springs protested at the

sudden weight. The lion squeezed Angel’s in his arms, murmuring,

“And I don’t want you to ever use it with anyone except me.”

“I’m yours,” Angel whispered back. “I always have been.”

Lions were by nature possessive, and in that, Clark was no

different. Angel found it incredibly arousing to have that

possessiveness directed at him. Now more than ever, he wanted to feel Clark’s cock inside him, to have his mate pound him, fuck him until

nothing but the two of them remained in this world.

He admitted he didn’t know much about sex, but the mechanics

didn’t elude him. He lay back down and lifted his legs, bending

himself almost in half and exposing his hole to Clark’s gaze. Gazelles were naturally flexible, so Angel could do this and much more.

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Clark opened the tube of lubricant and poured a liberal amount on

his fingers. Angel’s heart started beating even faster with every

passing second, and he nearly jumped at the first touch of Clark’s

slick digits against his hole. What if he didn’t do this right? What if Clark hated it and never wanted to be with him again?

As always, Clark sensed his apprehension. He supported Angel’s

legs, removing the strain on his upper body, even if Angel didn’t

particularly mind the position. Always holding Angel’s gaze, he

slowly inserted a finger inside his body.

At first, Angel remained tense, so it didn’t feel very comfortable.

The frown on Clark’s face didn’t help things. His fears and

uncertainties returned with a vengeance. He might have lost his

arousal altogether, except out of the blue, Clark released Angel’s legs, moved lowered down on the bed and in one smooth motion,

swallowed down Angel’s cock.

The suddenness of it all took Angel by complete surprise. He went

from fear to red-hot arousal in the expanse of five seconds. Clark

didn’t even give him time to process the exquisite pleasure. He

bobbed his head up and down Angel’s prick, swirling his tongue

around the head, driving Angel wild with pleasure. That growling purr escaped Clark, and the vibrations swept through Angel’s cock until he couldn’t focus on anything else.

With the pleasure came a relaxation he couldn’t have achieved

otherwise. The finger in his ass no longer felt unpleasant. In fact, Angel wanted more of it. As if guessing his thoughts, Clark added

another digit, scissoring them gently, stretching him, and increasing the ecstasy. Angel was torn between impaling himself on the fingers

and thrusting up in the volcanic heat of Clark’s mouth.

The decision was taken out of his hands when Clark hit that

special spot inside him. Angel saw stars and, crying out Clark’s name, found his peak. Without even blinking, Clark drank down Angel’s

seed, continuing his odd, growling purr.

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The nirvana zinged through Angel, driving away all the shadows

that would have spoiled the moment. He rode the afterglow, enjoying

every moment of it and, most of all, enjoying the knowledge it had

been brought about by Clark.

Even as he began to recover, he felt completely boneless and more

relaxed than ever. Clark, it seemed, had been counting on this. The

lion slicked his cock up, and lust rose inside Angel again as he

realized what would happen. At last, he would get his wish.

Once again, Clark lifted Angel’s legs over his shoulders. His cock

nudged at Angel’s opening. Angel held his breath, waiting, hoping.

Slowly, ever so slowly, Clark slid home.

It was strangely easy. Oh, it hurt a bit, no doubt about it, but the burn seemed like such a natural part of it that Angel gleefully accepted it. In fact, it made the entire thing better, more real. It gave him an anchor to cling onto in a world that was quickly starting to melt

around him. And when Angel sensed the curls of Clark’s pubic hair

tickling his bottom, he realized in awe he’d managed to take the

entirety of Clark’s prick.

Clark stilled inside him in an obvious attempt to allow Angel to

get used to the sensation of being invaded. Angel, however, didn’t

need to wait. He clenched his ass around Clark’s prick and met his

mate’s eyes steadily. “Please, Clark. Take me. Claim me.”

Clark didn’t immediately obey. He scanned Angel’s face, as if

wanting to make sure there were truly no doubts in Angel’s mind.

Angel knew the exact moment his mate yielded. Something seemed to

snap, like a switch was flipped. Clark pulled out of him and then

thrust back in, so hard Angel couldn’t help but cry out, “Yes! God, yes!”

From then on, it all became a blur. Clark’s rhythmical grunts and

growls mixed with Angel’s bleating gasps. They moved together as

one, Clark’s prick always hitting Angel’s prostate and Angel clinging to Clark’s shoulders, impaling himself on his mate’s shaft. The tips of Clark’s long, blond hair tickled Angel’s skin as the lion moved above
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him, adding to the sensation. Thrust, pull, shove. In, out, in, out, massaging the inner walls of Angel’s anus, giving him everything he’d ever wanted. It was so good, beyond anything Angel had ever

experienced.

With his mate’s cock pegging his gland so deliciously and all his

senses invaded by the scent and strength of Clark, Angel soon reached the brink of orgasm again. He just needed one more thing, just one