Hard, sharp claws against warm skin.
Dangerous. So freaking dangerous. Soft skin was no barrier, easy to slice, easy to tear, easy to make him bleed.
Nick groaned at the sensation.
Tickling, teasing, arousing.
He wanted to fight the danger, he wanted to trap the hands and push them away, move away from the lethal weapons, but a part of him trusted Renard. He trusted him not to take advantage of the aroused Grimm, not to betray him.
Fangs grazed his neck and Renard's nimble fingers were pushing away fabric that was in the way.
Nick inhaled sharply, gray eyes blown wide, seeking out Sean's gaze, needing to know.
The regnant growled possessively, but no words were uttered.
Nick was safe. He had always been safe. No regnant would ever hurt their mate, would spill blood or force them into anything they didn't want. If that mate was also a Grimm... it would make things even more complicated if the Grimm instincts took over.
Nick couldn't fight back – he wanted this; he needed this so badly. His whole body thrummed with need, vibrated with lust, and he wanted it so badly. He surrendered control, let all fight bleed out of him, took the Grimm instinct and locked it away.
x x x x
Renard's eyes glowed with emotions. And wonder. And disbelief that he finally had what he had tried to get through the coins.
Nick wanted him, he wanted this, he wanted everything. And the regnant understood. The thrum in the back of his mind was intensifying.
He trailed caresses over the slender, pale form. He took note of every reaction while his own arousal rose, straining against the leash, wanting now.
Taking the already reddened lips into a fierce kiss, Sean blanketed the smaller form, rejoiced in the feeling of moving against the hard length, pushing, demanding, no longer asking. Nick bit at his lower lip, eyes sparking, his surrender going only so far. His fingers bit into Renard's shoulders, pulling him closer, one leg wrapping around his.
The regnant trailed little bites that left only light marks down the column of Nick's throat. He felt the wave of need rise up. He wouldn't be able to stave off what was coming much longer.
It was too much.
It was his dream, his fantasy, come true.
x x x x
The first release was a sudden explosion, a cry wrenching from his lips as he bucked against the taller form keeping him down, and his hands buried against muscular shoulders. He heard an echoing groan, felt Renard move against him with an almost frantic rhythm.
Nick closed his eyes, panting, still feeling the deep thrum of need, of ecstasy. His hands were still clawing into Sean's shoulders, holding on tightly.
More. He needed more. This hadn't been enough.
A tiny part of Nick wondered if Renard's creature side was giving off pheromones because he was still so very much aroused and from the hard length he felt, so was Sean. If this was any indication of what he could expect out of this relationship... he was going to be so, so sore.
Strong hands caressed his limbs, mapped every inch of his skin, and his mate's lips left a trail of hot and wet kisses.
Nick reached up, caught the other around the neck and pulled him down into a hard kiss.
"You. In me," he whispered. "I want you in me."
Renard's pupils looked blown with the intensity of his reaction to the harshly gasped words.
By now Nick wasn't sure if his emotions were still his own or if he wasn't receiving half of them through whatever this was that Sean had created between them.
Pheromones. Mirrored emotions. Some kind of loop created between them. He didn't care.
He wanted and needed and he would take what he wanted.
x x x x
The friction when Renard finally slid home had the Grimm groan deeply in his chest. His eyes closed, all his muscles locked, and he panted hard.
He felt like he didn't belong to this body any more. He felt so much and couldn't put it into words. It was too intense, but not enough. It was too fast, but not deep and hard enough. It was pure energy, intermingling with lust and sex and everything.
It was different from the encounters he had had with men in his life. Very far from the fumbling in a locker room in high school. Not even close to the blowjobs in college. Barely lived up to the first time he had had someone enter him after a night out. And nothing at all like any kind of sex he had had with a man or a woman ever since. So much more. So very different. It was frustration and need, and it tore him away, made him float and fall and shout his need.
He felt claws slide over his skin and the Grimm inside him shivered, aware how vulnerable he was by now. But he was also excited and everything vibrated with that excitement.
Renard pulled him up, hips moving, and he moved even deeper, Nick groaning with the renewed sensation. He needed release. Now. No finesse, just the heady explosion of passion and lust and primal desire.
His voice felt raw, his pleas without words, and suddenly there was no going back. He felt it like an overpowering flood, pressing down on him, and then there was only… the rush. It tore him apart and made him whole in one.
Fangs buried in his shoulder and the sudden pain combined with the pleasure, making it a heady, intoxicating ride. For a second he wanted to react all-Grimm to the bite, but the soothing presence in his mind, wrapped protectively around his very soul, calmed that darker nature.
It was okay.
Sean would never hurt him; never betray him.
Nick held onto the other man, wanted him closer, deeper, more, and still it wasn't enough until his body sagged. He was caught in strong arms and moaned softly.
Golden eyes glowed with the reflection of what he felt, of the complete and utter destruction of everything, every shield, every thought, every emotion.
Something else formed slowly as they lay together, strong and powerful and resonating between them. It was like that protective shield around him, that knowledge that Sean was there, had always been there. It was part of the creature he had surrendered to and it was part of him, stronger and more aware. It wasn't ever going to go away.
Nick shivered, murmuring softly.
Sean kissed him, soft and pliant and spent. Nick pulled him close, let the regnant rest his head on the Grimm's shoulder, let him drop off to sleep. He stroked over the short hair, ran his fingers through the strands, then over his temple in a calming caress.
Renard's arm lay over his waist, possessive in one way, reflecting his fear of his mate leaving in another. Nick smiled sleepily.
He wasn't going anywhere.
Neither was Sean.
He kept up the caress, liking the feel, the weight of the other man with him in bed.
tbc...