The Swan Who Flew After a Wolf by Scarlet Hyacinth

reach. He was temporarily distracted
    by the pretty pink nipples that demanded his attention, and he lingered
    over them, unable to resist the sight. He bit down on one of the nubs
    of flesh, making Reed arch against him and cry out.
    “Sonny!” the swan screamed.
    That word, spoken from Reed’s lips, was the greatest aphrodisiac
    in existence. It was a very heady thing to know that Anson alone
    could bring Reed to the edge, could make him go crazy with desire
    and lose himself in the passion. Whenever he was with Reed, Anson
    felt invincible and, at the same time, subdued by his own need for
    Reed. It was paradoxical and perfect, and Anson wouldn’t have traded
    this feeling for anything in the world.
    Whatever he did seemed insufficient. He wished he could taste his
    mate all over. Having two hands and one mouth didn’t seem enough.
    In the end, Anson reluctantly gave up on teasing Reed’s nipples and
    went straight for the prize. He lowered his mouth over Reed’s cock,
    blowing a gust of hot air against the glans. Pearlescent drops of pre-
    cum leaked from the tip, making Anson’s mouth water. He formed an
    O with his lips and, without a second of hesitation, took Reed’s prick
    deep.
    Reed moaned, but somehow still managed to speak. “I want to
    taste you, too,” he panted out.
    Never able to refuse his mate, Anson shifted their bodies until his
    cock hovered above Reed’s mouth. The swan eagerly opened up, and
    Anson thrust inside the wet cavern, nearly choking at the pleasure that
    assaulted him.

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    It was very hard to concentrate on pleasuring Reed when the
    younger man was doing such sinful things to Anson. The fact that
    Anson didn’t want to squash Reed under his larger bulk made it even
    more problematic, but somehow they made it work. They fell into a
    rhythm of sweet suction, warmth, and greed, engaged in a race that
    held the most sensual prize of all.
    Anson truly didn’t know who came first. A gush of Reed’s hot
    semen splashed against the back of his throat, and at the same time,
    unspeakable pleasure coursed through him. Growling against his
    mate’s cock, he came, ecstasy sweeping over him in a wave that
    reached every last fiber of his being.
    And yet, as mind-numbing as the climax was, it only whet
    Anson’s appetite. He crawled off Reed and changed positions, until
    they were facing each other again.
    “I don’t know how you can move after that,” Reed told him, his
    expression dazed.
    “I’ve got great incentive,” Anson replied, amazed that he could
    even utter such long words. He reached for the nightstand and opened
    the drawer. With the ease of practice, he found the tube of lubricant
    inside. He felt Reed’s arousal skyrocket again and, as he looked at his
    mate again, couldn’t resist pressing a kiss to the swan’s lips. “Come
    on, baby,” he whispered. “Show me how much you want this, how
    much you want me to fuck you.”
    With a low whimper, Reed lifted his legs, exposing his twitching
    hole to Anson’s gaze. Just the sight of that pink, winking opening
    almost made Anson swallow his own tongue. His hands trembled as
    he opened the tube of lubricant and poured a hefty amount of liquid
    on his fingers. He felt like he was a virgin on prom night, and his
    greed and desire were mixed with uncertainty, the desperate need to
    keep Reed safe.
    In a way, he hadn’t fully let go of his hang-ups, but Reed’s
    affection encouraged him, melting away any doubts he might have. It
    wasn’t that he didn’t think Reed was truly his mate, but rather, that

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    Anson would end up destroying Reed’s innocence, enthusiasm, and
    the way he saw the world, due to Anson’s more jaded perspective.
    “Stop being an idiot and fuck me now,” Reed ordered.
    Anson laughed, although Reed’s words did wonders for his
    psyche. Shaking himself, he immediately obeyed Reed’s command.
    He slid one slick finger inside Reed’s body, and