Ryder still didn't believe what was happening. Vincent was spread out beneath him, wonder and arousal in his hazel eyes that were peering up at him. Desire pumped through Ryder's blood urging him claim Vincent with the brutal force that he would never be able to forget who he belonged to.

Ryder locked their lips together, deepening it without hesitation. As Vincent's hands gripped his shirt, Ryder anchored his thighs between Vincent's legs and held them wide apart. Fuck, the kiss took him into a whirlwind of ecstasy. The sweet, sultry taste of Vincent's hot tongue was all that Ryder could focus on as his raging shaft pressed painfully against his pants.

Vincent's hand combed through his hair, it sent a chill down Ryder's body.

Ryder pressed closer, his own hands started to roam desperately trying to remember the lines of his mate's body. Everything that was once only a dream had come to life. He really was on top of Vincent about to claim his as his own

Vincent broke the kiss. "You need to calm down," his voice was hoarse.

Ryder was breathing hard, but he hadn't noticed. He was losing his mind simply from smelling Vincent's erotic scent, that was thicker than fire right now. Both of them were yearning for the other.

"I think I'm might die before that happens," he gritted out.

Vincent let out a small laugh. "Why don't you strip first," he suggested as he began to unbutton Ryder's shirt.

Ryder didn't give a fuck about his shirt. He leaned back and grabbed the two sides and ripped it off, the buttons popped off and scattered surprising Vincent. He tossed the scraps somewhere on the floor and ripped Vincent's shirt off his body. Once he was free, Ryder bent down to the long column of Vincent's neck and kissed him, sucked the skin red and made sure to continue doing that wherever he laid his lips on Vincent's body. He grabbed Vincent's leg and hooked it around his waist, so he could feel both of their shaft pressed against one another and Ryder wasn't the only one aroused. He could feel Vincent's erection against his own and it was fucking hot. Ryder needed to taste him, feel him.

He ran his hands down Vincent's chiselled abdomen, grabbing the buckle of his pants and loosening them. Vincent focused on him with his aroused eyes, watching him with interest. Ryder kissed his way down tasting V's soft skin. His mouth watered like a hungry beast to devour Vincent right fucking now. Ryder removed Vincent's pants and seized his hard shaft in his tight grip, the hot flesh throbbed in his hand.

A feral need pulsed inside Ryder, both of their scents joined together like twin flames causing an explosion. Ryder kept his eyes on Vincent as he lowered his mouth over the head of the shaft. He took as much as he could and controlled Vincent's pleasure with his mouth and tongue alone. Vincent arched his back off the floor, his hand on Ryder's hair gripped tightly and it hurt but felt so fucking good.

"Ryder," Vincent moaned, "oh god."

Ryder fed off Vincent's darkened scent that was maddening. Vincent's rough moans and harsh breath seduced Ryder to quicken his pace and continue his torture over the man, just until he was ready to come. Ryder lathered V's shaft with his tongue before fisting it in his hand and stroking the hard length skillfully.

Vincent gripped Ryder's hair and stopped all motion because he orgasmed in his mouth. Ryder swallowed all his essence and was pleased that he was the one to make Vincent succumb to the pleasure he gave himself.

Vincent lifted off his back and pulled Ryder into a searing hot kiss that sent them into a fiery passion, it bore deep inside Ryder's soul beckoning his powerful wolf to emerge to the surface. The kiss was slow, deep and desperate. Ryder combed his fingers into Vincent's soft blond hair and collared his throat holding him in place as he feasted on his mouth.

Ryder broke the kiss and hovered as Vincent fell against the floor breathless, his eyes hazy and his bruised lips parted. Fuck, he was so pretty, it was agonizing.

"You have a scary look in your eyes," Vincent said.

Ryder knew he did, because right now, he was more wolf than man. "That's because we're not done," he said. "Get up. I want you on my bed if I'm going to fuck you." He pulled Vincent off the floor and made him go up to the room.

Ryder didn't bother with the lights or closing the door, because all he focused on was Vincent stripping out of the rest of his clothes and then laying back on the massive bed. The light from the windows shined over his perfect skin and body. Ryder climbed up after him, looming over Vincent who was perfection, he always was.

Vincent grabbed Ryder by his nape and brought their lips together to lock again, their kiss made them high enough to feel nothing but each other. The burning sensation crawling into Ryder's heart was like a brand marking him. But this blistering heat just made him reach for Vincent more. Ryder bit Vincent's bottom lip making them both moan from erupting pleasure. Both of their hands roamed trying to memorize each other like they never did before.

Ryder couldn't remember how long he waited for this moment. Vincent writhed under him, unable to contain himself from the pleasure of their bodies being pressed tightly against one another. Ryder moved his hips into Vincent's spreading the man's legs to fit him, but also to be a tease and make sure that Vincent felt his hard-on loud and clear.

"Fuck, you're big," Vincent moaned huskily.

Ryder let out a laugh as he grabbed Vincent's hand and brought it down to his shaft. "I know," he said as he kissed down Vincent's beautiful neck.

"You're not putting 'that' in me," Vincent said.

Ryder nipped Vincent's earlobe making him jolt in pain. "Yes, I am," he promised, "and you're going to love every second of it."

Vincent scoffed shoving him back. "You're such a freak," he said.

Ryder grinned. "You signed up for it," he said. "I warned you."

Vincent's eyes flared like Ryder fanned the fire in him. "Come here," he gestured.

Ryder listened and Vincent locked their lips together. He kissed him like never before, it was slow and relaxed like this moment would last for an eternity and still not be enough. Ryder's body shuddered in response with a tremendous need to be greedy and feral. The kiss told Ryder that their bond had really connected and it was all real. They knew their fates were sealed together and now nothing would separate them.

Ryder took control then. The kiss turned hungry and fast. Vincent moaned against his mouth and Ryder drank the sound all the way to his soul satisfying his wolf. He unzipped his pants and his erection sprung free from the restraints of his boxers. Ryder parted Vincent's legs further letting him settle perfectly between them before he spat on his hand and coated his cock. Nothing would have held him back from penetrating his gorgeous mate. Ryder thrusted into his tight hole and almost lost his damn mind. He forgot how to breathe.

Vincent held him tightly, his breath hard and his eyes fazed with lust like he was feeling all of this for the first time.

"I dreamt of you spread beneath me countless times," Ryder growled, "but nothing compares to this." He thrusted hard into Vincent's body until he was fully inside him. The pleasure shot all through him and down to his shaft. Ryder rode them both to an oblivion. He could sense both of their pheromones charge the room with an arousing aroma.

"Who do you belong to, baby?" Ryder gritted out.

Vincent moaned hotly. "You," he answered.

Ryder grabbed Vincent and brought him to the crook of his neck. "Mark me," he growled. "Make me yours."

Vincent obeyed and his sharp teeth bit down at the hard muscle of his neck. The exhilarating pain and pleasure thundered through Ryder's body. Both of them came in seconds and Vincent collapsed on the bed.

Ryder loomed over him, his eyes landed on Vincent's lips that were coated with blood from the mark; it was sexy as hell. He kissed the blood off his mouth. "Again," he commanded and took charge.

Still deep inside Vincent, he was hard and starving to feel his mate's body all over again. Neither Ryder nor his wolf were sated and it was a long way from that, since they waited over a decade for this moment. Grinding his hips into Vincent's body sent him off the edge and it wasn't helping with Vincent whimpering his pleasure at every thrust. Ryder couldn't think clearly as his cock was deep inside his extremely stubborn but sexy mate.

Vincent dropped his head back on the pillows. "Slow down," he grumbled while biting his lip.

"How do you expect me to slow down, baby with you whimpering and tightening around me like that," Ryder's tone was low and scary. "There's no way I'm stopping and I don't think you want me to either." He thrust deep and did so over and over again proving his point.

"I'm coming," Vincent said with his voice shaky and breathless.

"Come for me, only for me," Ryder commanded roughly as he didn't slow down nor wait it out. He let Vincent come under him feeling the pulsing pleasure for the second time. "You're so fucking pretty," he marvelled as he studied Vincent's blushed cheeks and dazed eyes.

Ryder pushed in slowly making Vincent wince. "Don't," Vincent said. "I just came."

Ryder collared Vincent's throat forcing him to focus on Ryder. "But I didn't come yet," he said. "Now, be a good boy and spread those legs." He thrusted into his body hard and fast, he was ruthless and took his own pleasure from his mate's body.

"Fuck, Ryder," Vincent growled.

Ryder's hand tightened on Vincent's lovely throat. "You feel so good," he said as he kissed Vincent's mouth and took his moans all for himself.

Vincent gripped the sheets, his knuckles turning white. Ryder held the man's hips steady as he pumped ferociously into him. Both of them orgasmed making a mess on the sheets and on their bodies.

Ryder pulled out of him and was about to shift his weight so he wouldn't crush Vincent, when suddenly, Vincent grabbed Ryder by his nape and brought him down, their lips inches apart.

"Mark me," he said softly.

Ryder hardened and he thought he misheard, but Vincent's hazel eyes were brimming with anticipation. "I never thought I'd hear you say that," he confessed.

Vincent tilted his head back giving more room. "Only for you," he said.

Ryder kissed the racing pulse on Vincent's neck, it was so sweet against his lips. He licked as he went down, running his teeth along the blush skin. Vincent hardened and Ryder felt it against his own shaft. He wanted to be inside Vincent before he marked him. So, he did. He thrusted his hard shaft inside Vincent's sensitive body and was burrowed deep before he locked his teeth at the crook of his neck. He bit down with all his force and the pain converted to pleasure. Both of them orgasmed from their mating-bond completing perfectly.

Ryder was about to pull out, but Vincent stopped him. "You're still so needy even after I just fucked you."

"Shut up," Vincent grumbled as he pulled Ryder down for a kiss.

Minutes turned to hours...

By the end, Vincent's body was a mess. Marks covered every part of him and Ryder was left very satisfied. All the pillows and even the blanket was on the floor leaving only them on the bed. Ryder watched as Vincent came down from another high, he was resting on the bed, his eyes closed and his breath slowing down. Ryder caressed Vincent's thighs and his mouth kissed up his hip-bone and he very proudly left another mark right there too.

"Stop with the biting," Vincent scolded as he pressed his foot against Ryder's hard abdomen trying to push him off, it was a futile attempt.

Ryder grabbed Vincent's ankle in his fist and anchored his leg around his waist. "You didn't hold back either," he gestured towards his raw neck that had a couple of bites running down on each side.

A carnal satisfaction flashed in Vincent's golden green eyes. "I liked doing that," he smirked.

Ryder bent down running his tongue over Vincent's nipple, which also had a bite mark ringed around it. His shaft that was still burrowed deep inside Vincent pulsed and hardened. A dangerous need to claim his mate raged through him and he would fulfil it. Vincent noticed the shift in Ryder and was ready to give him what he seeked.

"It's hard to focus when you tighten up on me like that," Ryder said as he gripped the bed and braced himself. Vincent laughed so softly, it sent a flutter through Ryder's heart and a hot pit sank in his gut.

Ryder watched carefully as the smile on Vincent's lips showed his teeth and his lips were pink. By now, Ryder learned everything there was to know about his mate's body. He pushed his hard shaft into Vincent slowly, taking his time weaving the flame of arousal in Vincent. His thrusts were long and deep, unhurried and sweet, he could sense Vincent getting impatient from that alone.

Ryder leaned over Vincent. "You like that, baby," he teased. Vincent looked up at him heavy-lidded and a desperate whimper slipped from his mouth, which earned him another thrust into his body. "Come on, use your words, otherwise I'll have to stop."

"Yes, I like it," Vincent answered obediently.

Ryder smirked. "I know you do," he said as he kissed Vincent's throat. "I'm hitting that sweet spot deep inside you." He held Vincent's hips as he rammed hard inside him, knowing that Vincent wouldn't be able to handle it.

Vincent cried out.

"What is it, V?" Ryder asked. "Did that make you feel good?" Vincent ran a hand through his disheveled hair as he moved his hips against Ryder's cock. He rammed that deep spot inside him, abusing it and making Vincent come apart from pleasure.

Ryder gripped Vincent's shaft tightly. "You don't get to come until I say so," he said.

Vincent didn't like it but he obeyed.

Ryder rode him however he wanted and enjoyed Vincent lose his mind trying to hold himself back. He was breathing hard and gripping onto the sheets until his body writhed underneath Ryder.

"Ryder."

Ryder stiffened at the way his name rolled off Vincent's tongue. "Yes, baby?" he spoke gruffly.

"I want to come," he confessed hopelessly.

Ryder stopped all motion and kissed Vincent softly before he picked him up and rolled them around. Vincent straddled his waist and Ryder was laid out beneath him. "Make yourself come then," Ryder challenged.

As submissive as Vincent proved to be tonight, Ryder loved the streak of rebellion in his hazel eyes. Vincent was always like this when he wanted to win. The anger made the gold in his eyes pop more than the green ad Ryder enjoyed the sight of it on top of him. He sat on Ryder's cock burrowed deep inside him that it'd be hard to move for anyone. But Vincent wasn't about to give up. He rolled his hips and let Ryder's shaft go even deeper.

Ryder felt his eyes roll to the back of his skull. There was something infuriatingly hot about Vincent seeking his own pleasure on top of him. Both of them overpowered by desire came together and collapsed on the bed. Vincent laid on Ryder's chest trying to control his own breathing and body.

Ryder wrapped his arms around Vincent and held him for however long he needed. This moment could last for an eternity and Ryder wouldn't utter a sound of dissatisfaction. He waited for so long to be wrapped in Vincent. He never uttered a prayer before, but this felt like his one true prayer was granted.

"Tell me again," Ryder whispered. "Tell me you love me."

Vincent kissed his chest where Ryder's heart was beating at an abnormally fast rate. "I love you," he spoke gently. "I love you, Ryder."