Page 60 of Kiss of Frost

I’ll take care of you.

When I was breathless all over again, he reached around me and patted the smooth, stone floor. “Come up here for me.”

My dick was a wild, swinging thing as I let him get us into position, him on his back and me facing his feet and straddling him. Then his hands were on my hips, guiding me backward and easing me onto his face. He spread me, and the bolt of lust that shot down my spine made me wonder how I was going to survive his tongue.

At the first warm flutter, I squeezed my eyes shut. He teased and licked me, alternating between long, lazy strokes and light flicks that made my toes curl. Desire wound a hot, languid path from my entrance to my dick. After a few gentle kisses, he flattened his tongue against my hole, driving pressure into my passage.

“Gods,” I moaned, any inhibitions I might have harbored falling away. I arched my back and pressed my hole wantonly to his lips, begging for more. He gave it to me, pushing the tip of his tongue inside me. I rode it, grinding down on his face as my breathing grew uneven. I opened my eyes and stared down his long, powerful body stretched before me. His cock lay hard and swollen on his taut stomach, the tip shiny and so tempting that my mouth watered.

“Can I touch you?” I asked, seconds from bypassing permission and doing exactly what I wanted.

His response was a warm lash of his tongue and a muffled, “Please fucking do.” His breath gusted over my hole as I took him in hand, and he groaned into my opening when I began to stroke him.

He squeezed my cheeks and lifted me up enough to gasp, “Oh, fuck, Graeme. Gods, just like that.” He ran his hands up my thighs, trailing sparks in his wake, and I felt his saliva dribble from me. The damp air of the caldarium teased my entrance, which was open and quivering.

“Damn, that’s hot,” he whispered, spreading me wider with his thumbs. He stroked them up and down my rim, and I could feel his stare. His eyes seared my entrance like a brand, sending lightning bolts of lust sizzling through me. With a thick groan, he prised my cheeks wider and buried his face in my crease.

My breath punched from my lungs. He sucked at my hole, and my head fell back on a gasp. “Fuck,” I grunted as his tongue darted inside me. He hummed in response, sending vibrations through my swollen, aching sack.

I thrust my hips back, grinding mercilessly on his face as he sucked and licked. His hands squeezed and kneaded my cheeks, wordlessly urging me to move faster. I obeyed, my grunts mixing with the filthy sound of his tongue spearing me.

He gave a throaty growl of approval and pushed his tongue deep, hitting the spot that made stars burst before my eyes. I gasped and rolled my hips in time with his thrusts. My aching cock sailed up and slapped my stomach, but I didn’t dare touch it. If I did, everything would end and I didn’t want it to end, so I clung to Callum’s dick for dear life as I writhed on his face, my breath spilling from me in needy sobs that echoed around the mist-soaked room.

The air filled with our grunts, the drip of water, and the thick, wet smack of his mouth on my hole. I moaned his name as I stroked him faster. He was leaking so much, he was slick in my grip, his cock shuttling through my fist. His groans vibrated from my hole to my balls, which slapped against his chin. He bucked his hips, his groans growing louder.

“Come for me,” I ordered, my hand blurring on his dick. “Let me see it, lad.”

A second later, he obeyed. He bellowed into my ass and spurted hot stripes of come over my fist and his belly. He was still shuddering when I climbed off him and flipped around. My ass was soaked. My dick throbbed, the tip red with blood, as I pushed his legs up and apart, exposing his perfect hole. Smooth and pink and furled tight like the bud of a rose.

“I want you,” I growled, smearing his come up and down his cleft. I worked my damp hand over his tight balls and back down to his pleated opening, slicking him with seed.

“I’m yours,” he said, his cheeks flushed and his eyes sheened with his power. He pulled his legs wide and thrust his ass up, shamelessly offering himself. He moaned when I pushed come into his hole, and he cried out as I pumped a careful finger inside, coaxing him open. Already, his dick hardened again, the glistening length swelling against his abs.

“Do you want my come inside you?” I asked, running my gaze from his plumping dick to my finger thrusting in and out of his cream-coated hole. I added another finger, and he made a strangled sound and pulled his legs higher.

“Aye, I want your come,” he said, panting. He thrust a hand between his legs and stroked his fingers over mine, dabbling in his seed and fingering his entrance. Helping me stretch him. “Breed my arse, Graeme. Fill me up.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. Draping my body over his, I positioned myself at his entrance and rubbed my cockhead up and down his slick opening.

“Now,” he gasped, eyes gleaming. “Fuck me.”

I pushed inside him, and we both groaned as his ass clamped around me. He was so tight and hot, and he took me so well, his ass like a sheath made especially for my cock. He lifted his hips, forcing my dick deeper.

“Callum,” I breathed. Emotion welled, and tears pricked my eyes. I dropped over him and rested my forehead on his shoulder so he wouldn’t see.

“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” he said, wrapping his arms around me. Then he wrapped his legs around me, hugging my body to his as I began to thrust. He crossed his ankles behind my back and stroked his fingertips over my nape. His dick wedged between us, slicking our bellies with come. He held me through every stroke, his pleasured moans filling my ears. “That’s it,” he gasped. “That’s my spot. Gods, you’re going to make me come again.”

I fucked him harder, my world narrowing to the tight grip of his ass on my dick. Sweat stung my eyes as I thrust deeper, faster. So close. I was so close, but he felt so good I didn’t want to finish. I wanted his ass strangling my cock and his heels digging into my back. His breath in my ear and his thighs squeezing my hips. I wanted him forever. Gods, how had I ever resisted this man?

“Graeme,” he cried, his voice cracking. Our chests slipped against each other. His cock throbbed between us. He smashed his mouth to mine in a fierce, sloppy kiss. My thrusts grew more frantic and uncoordinated. We couldn’t maintain the kiss, so we gasped against each other’s mouths, our noses brushing as we groaned and rocked together.

All at once, Callum jerked hard. His ass clamped tightly around my dick, and his hot, wet release spread between us. The scalding splash of his come sent me over the edge, and I shouted against his mouth as I pumped deep in his ass.

We held each other, both of us panting and sweating. Our hearts thundered between us, and more strong swells of emotion filled me. Relief. Gratitude. And a third thing too raw and new to acknowledge. It thumped in time with my heart, telling me what I already knew. I couldn’t send Callum and Georgie away. Even if I found a spell that allowed me to ignore the mate bond, I couldn’t use it. The lad and the witch were mine. I was keeping them.

A fourth emotion joined the others.

Resolve.

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