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disappointed.
    The head of Landon's dick popped past Angel's ring of
guardian muscle, drawing a moan out of him. The entry burned, yes, Landon's
girth far more significant than that of a few fingers. Even so, Angel loved it.
The slight pain made everything more real. Each individual sensation became
sharper, every color brighter and more intense.
    Landon took his time, and Angel moved with him, as slowly as
his mate indicated. Finally, Landon was fully inside him, his cock filling
Angel to the brim. It felt so good it was almost unbearable. Angel's head was
swirling, and he could barely breathe due to all the sensation swamping his
body. The position allowed Landon to go deeper inside Angel than would have
been possible otherwise, and Angel had never felt more owned and more complete
in his life.
    It was a perfect moment, or at least it seemed that way until
Landon finally started to move. Landon's cock brushed against Angel's prostate,
and bliss exploded over him. His thought processes collapsed, the instincts of
his shifter rushing to the fore.
    This was not the first time Landon's presence reminded Angel
of flying, but now, it was no mere memory. In his mind, he could truly see
himself soaring through the skies, his wings extended as he braved the wide
horizon. He dared to fly higher, and the sun's rays blinded him, but he wasn't
afraid. The heat was welcoming, all-encompassing, pure perfection. It burned
Angel from the inside out, but it also built him anew, like he was no mere
dove, but the legendary phoenix.
    As Landon thrust up inside him, Angel pushed back, riding his
mate, seeking more of the addicting sensations. He heard himself cry out, but
he didn't know what he said. The words themselves didn't matter, but the result
definitely did, because Landon finally allowed himself to let go.
    The deep, but slow thrusts exploded into an almost punishing
rhythm. Landon snarled as he moved in and out of Angel, fucking him for all he
was worth. At first, Angel tried to match Landon's rhythm, but in the end, he
found that he could not, and he stopped trying. He simply held on, allowing the
storm of his mate's passion to engulf him.
    All the while, he did his best not to look away from Landon's
handsome face. The grimace twisting the werewolf's features could have been
interpreted as pained if not for the feverish, hot look in Landon's green-gold
eyes. It was those eyes that told Angel what was about to happen, giving him
the warning and the opportunity to back out. Of course, Angel didn't. He tilted
his head, offering his throat to his mate, waiting for what he knew would come.
    Paradoxically, the knowledge didn't truly prepare him for the
nearly agonizing pleasure that exploded through him when his mate buried his
fangs in his flesh. Their bond slid into place, and both of them came at the
same time as emotions, sensations and memories crowded in their shared mind,
threatening to overwhelm them. Angel felt Landon swell inside him, the head of
the werewolf's cock thickening and continuing to stimulate Angel's prostate. He
had heard rumors about the knotting thing werewolves did, but he'd never
thought he'd experience it, or that it would feel like this.
    And beyond the carnality of the moment, there was just...
them. Angel couldn't hope to explain it otherwise. He and Landon were one,
their minds, souls and bodies completely in synch. Angel soothed Landon's
wounded heart, assuring his mate that he'd never be alone again, but that went
both ways. Their feelings fed on one another, chasing away all potential doubts
and fears. Landon's voice drifted into Angel's mind, full of undisguised
affection. "My mate. My beautiful dove."
    "Yours," Angel confirmed simply.
    He couldn't muster the focus to say or think anything else,
but he didn't have to. It was enough, since their souls and bodies spoke for
them.
    Angel had no idea how long it lasted—a second, or an age—but
it still seemed to end far too soon. Landon released his hold on