Page 21 of Dark Fire Kiss

“Fuck.” He slapped the tile and bore down on my fingers. “Oh fuck. Fuck me.”

I grinned as I jerked him with short, rough strokes. “That’s a lot of fucks, babe.”

His reply was a jumble of unintelligible moans and what sounded like another “fuck.”

Chuckling, I slowed my strokes long enough to lean in and kiss his nape. Brushing my lips over his damp skin, I thrust my fingers so deep he rocked onto his toes. “Whose is this?”

“Yours,” he gasped, shivering.

I squeezed his cock. “And this?”

“Yours.”

His quick, needy admissions delivered another jolt of lust to my dick. I pulled my fingers from his body and positioned the head of my shaft at his glistening entrance.

“Do it,” he begged, then groaned as I slid the head of my cock inside, pushing past the ring of muscle.

Gods, it felt so good. He felt so good. Impossibly hot and tight around my dick. I held still for a moment, just savoring the heat and the clench.

“Give me the whole thing,” he murmured, pushing his hips back.

“You ready for it?” Even as I voiced the question, I slid deeper, my gaze fastened on the tantalizing sight of my shaft disappearing inside him.

“So fucking ready,” he gasped, and he wasn’t lying. Not for the first time, I marveled at how easy he made receiving me look. How deliciously open he was as he rolled his hips, fucking himself up and down my length. Taking me to the root with a pleasured moan.

And I was undone. Growling, I dug my fingers into his waist and began to thrust, giving him deep, thorough strokes that had us both moaning and rocking together. I took him that way for a few exquisite minutes, my hips pumping in an easy rhythm.

But this was about more than taking. I reached a hand around and grasped his swollen cock, jacking him as I fucked him. “You like this, baby?” I muttered in his ear. “You like me stuffing your ass while I handle your dick?”

“Aye,” he choked out, undulating his hips in a sensual glide. And that move—that flex of round muscle under his cheeks—was everything. Too hot to reduce to words. I rode his ass, raw pleasure radiating up my cock. Coalescing in my balls and the base of my spine.

Then the pleasure ratcheted higher. With a growl, I picked up the pace, ramming his ass with quick snaps of my hips.

He sagged against the wall, his guttural grunts echoing off the tile along with my rasping breaths and the heavy slap of my balls against his taut cheeks.

Never want this to end. A furnace blazed under my skin. My heart hammered against my ribs. Words spilled from my lips, adulations falling and then rising with the steam. “Love this,” I said throatily, my voice shaking and my balls tingling with impending release. “Love fucking you so much. I love you. Gods, I love you.”

He braced himself on his forearms, his body shaking from my thrusts. “Harder,” he begged, and I obeyed, giving him no quarter as I pummeled his ass.

“Come for me,” I growled, my fist flying up and down his cock. “Let me feel it.”

He cried out and erupted all over my hand and the wall. A second later, I gave a final thrust and let go, euphoria sweeping me as I spurted deep in his ass. My knees loosened and my mind blanked and the world could have ended and I wouldn’t have noticed or cared.

We stayed that way for a moment, our bodies locked together and our breaths sawing in and out of our chests. Then Fergus twisted his head and pressed his lips to mine.

“Mmm.” I released his softened shaft and smoothed my hands up his torso. Still buried inside him, I pulled his back against my chest and ran a leisurely palm up and down his abs as our tongues stroked and explored. With a lingering suck on his lower lip, I rested my chin on his shoulder. “That was…a lot.”

His shoulder shook under my jaw. “Bram McGregor, master of understatement.” He swiped at the mess he’d left on the wall. “We really need to invest in a shower squeegee.”

“Later. I’m freezing my balls off in here.” At some point, the hot water had run out and now the spray was glacial.

Laughing and cursing, we rinsed off as quickly as we could and stumbled from the shower and into my bed, where I tangled my legs with his under the sheets. “Thank you,” I said quietly, grateful for so much more than the sex. My beast was quiet again, soothed by my mate who never hesitated to give when I needed to take.

He turned on his side to face me. “You’re welcome. But we can’t let you get that horny again.” He released a theatrical sigh. “I guess I’ll have to blow you every night when the sun goes down. If Halina sees you sporting the cockstand you had when I came in she’ll run from the castle screaming.”

“What if she never leaves her room?” Never accepts us? It was unthinkable. But she seemed so terrified.

His silver eyes—somehow always warm despite the pale color—crinkled at the corners. “I’ll lure her out eventually. I just have to find something she wants badly enough.”

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