Page 105 of The Beast's Heart

I drift a hand up to the small peaked bud of his nipple and pinch. He moans softly and turns his head to catch my lips.

Nice try.I smirk and gently turn his head back. “Watch,” I remind him.

He tries to duck his chin, but I keep a hand on his jaw.

“Adam…” He whines and the sound of it goes straight to my dick.

I nip at his ear. “Yeah Adam. I’m there. What else do you see?”

He pulls himself free of my grip and turns away from the mirror. “I don’t want to do this.”

I go rigid. The game is suddenly not a game. “I’m sorry.” I step back from him, regret churning my stomach.

But Jonathan doesn’t move away. He smooths his hands up my arms, looks up into my face. “Can we rather just get into bed?”

My mind catches up. Thethiswasn’t sex. It was the mirror.

I cup his face, managing to draw a full breath, flooded with relief. “We can do whatever you want, but you should see yourself?—”

“I know how I look.”

My heart clenches painfully.“Why do you say it like that?”

“Because I’m not— I’m not like you, Adam. Your body was a part of your work. You put it on display.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

Jonathan flinches. My voice came out firmer than I meant. “I mean that you’re gorgeous, Adam. You’re… you’re an alpha.”

I have to focus on making my voice gentle as anger spikes within me. “Is that what this is about? Geoff?”

“It’s not about Geoff.”

I’m losing control of my rage. “He got in your head? What did he tell you about yourself?”

“This isn’t about Geoff! I knew what I looked like well before Geoff, thank you very much.”

“Clearly you didn’t.” I grab him and I’m not gentle. He gasps as I pull him towards me and turn him around, making him face the mirror again. “How has no one told you you’re fucking beautiful?”

“That’s not what I see, Adam.”

“It’s what you should, because that’s what’s there. Fuck, Jonathan. You’re an angel made of satin and gold. You’re perfect. Your skin.” I side my palm down his chest. “Your belly.” I rest my hand there. “Your elbows.”

This wins me a little laugh and it’s such a relief I see myself sag in the mirror.

“I want you, Jonathan,” I repeat. I press a kiss to the point where his neck and shoulder meet and his breath catches as my fingers dip beneath the waistband of his chinos. “Can’t remember ever wanting anyone so badly.”

He turns his head at that, doubt flashing over his features, but it’s the truth. I kiss him, tenderly at first and then chaotically as my veins surge with renewed passion. When I slip a hand into his pants, he presses forward into my palm, eager for contact.

When I pull away and he chases my lips, I catch his chin again and direct it to our reflections. His cheeks and chest are flushed and his head lolls back against my shoulder.

“Look into the mirror, Jonathan,” I murmur. “Look into the mirror and watch me worship you.”

I go to my knees and unbutton his pants, slipping them and his boxers down to release his cock.

It bounces out, hard and grateful to be free of its confines. I wish there was a way for me to see his reflection as I take him into my mouth, sucking in just the tip. I look up at him, catching the moment his mouth drops open on a moan of pleasure and it’s almost as good.

I unzip my jeans, setting my own straining cock loose. I’m not going to last long at this rate, so I allow myself a brush of fingertips against the burning skin, no more. I haven’t come since I came into his mouth a few days ago. I refuse to let myself. The next time I come, I want it to be inside him.

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