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“I know, but I’m still going to do it anyway.” I kissed him again, trying to pour all my intention into it. “You’re mine, Devon Barre. And I’m going to show you what that means.”

I gently pushed his shoulder and Devon got the idea, moving backwards across the bed until he was lying in the middle. I knelt between his legs, blanketing him with my body, claiming his mouth again before slowly running my lips down his torso until I was nestled in my favourite place: between Devon’s thighs.

It was easy to dispose of his underwear, throwing them off the bed to find later. Devon spread his legs as I began to kiss down the inside of his thighs, sucking more marks into the warm skin and nipping it teasingly, making him groan and laugh. I ignored his dripping cock in favour of rolling him over and getting him to shove a pillow under his hips to lift his ass up. Then I sank back down between his thighs to spread his cheeks, smirking to myself as Devon moaned in anticipation.

He tasted of musk and sweat, a hint of French vanilla and lavender still clinging to his skin from where he’d showered earlier. I loved the raw earthiness of him on my tongue and itmade me want to know what he’d taste like after training or a match, when he was hot and dripping in sweat, adrenaline still pulsing through his veins.

Devon’s moans filled the air as he pushed back onto my mouth, riding my tongue and trying to push me inside him, delicious in his desperation. I wanted to tell him to be patient, but I couldn’t. I’d give him whatever he wanted because he was mine and too precious to tease.

I pressed a finger against his wet hole, knowing I’d have to stop to grab the lube but wanting to stretch this moment out for as long as possible. Then I felt something cold and hard hit my arm and chuckled when I looked up to see the bottle resting on the bed beside me where Dev had grabbed it and thrown it at me.

I wasn’t sure how he’d managed to reach it, but desire made a lot of things possible.

The lube was cool as I poured it onto my fingers and I kissed his ass cheeks one after the other as I slowly pressed a slick finger into him. Devon groaned as his body stretched around me and I adjusted my position so I could pepper more kisses across the bottom of his spine, casually wondering if he’d ever let me tattoo my name there or whether that would be too extreme.

It could go on the list of things to talk about, alongside things like fisting and whether he’d ever want me to get a dick piercing, because I’d read they added a lot of pleasure to anal sex. It’d be painful, but it would be worth it for Devon.

My obsession with him knew no bounds, and I would do whatever was necessary to make his life better.

When I finally slid my cock inside him, our groans mingled in the air as I covered him, my thighs bracketing his and our hands interlacing as I pressed biting kisses into the back of his neck, leaving a collar of claiming bruises littered across his skin. Devon gasped and arched under me, twisting his head to the side to expose more of his neck as I rolled my hips, fucking himdeep and slow. My cock rubbed across his prostate with every thrust, making him cry out as he tried to rut against the pillow underneath him.

“Think you can come like this for me, angel?” I asked, my voice rumbling through my chest as I licked a stripe up his neck as I drove deep into him.

“I… I don’t know,” Devon said with a broken moan, sweat dripping down his skin. “It’s… fuck, so good!”

“Let go for me, doll,” I said. “I’ve got you. You’re mine, remember? I’m always going to take care of you.”

Devon tried to nod as he writhed underneath me, ecstasy written across his face. “Y-You too?”

“Yeah, I’m right there with you.” I nipped his skin, kissing and licking as I thrust again and again. My orgasm was right there, waiting for him. But it was getting harder to hold back the tidal wave threatening to engulf me. “Let go, Dev. Let me catch you.”

I surged forward and captured his mouth in a deep kiss as his body tensed underneath mine, swallowing down his moans as he finally surrendered to me. His channel squeezed around my shaft as his fingers tightened around mine. Watching him come was an experience in itself, but feeling him fall apart underneath me was the final key. My release swept through me, shaking me down to my core.

My fingers dug into his palm as I kissed him again, my cock pulsing as I filled him.

“Mine,” I whispered, pressing the word into his lips like I was breathing it into his soul.

“Yours,” Devon said, kissing me like the world was ending and beginning all at the same time.

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

Devon

“All right,”Matty said as we stood in a circle in the changing room, our arms around each others’ shoulders. “These French bastards aren’t going to go easy on us, but they don’t want it as much as us. We’re better than they are, we’re hungrier, and we fucking want this! This is our first European competition in five fucking years and we’re going to go out there and prove we belong here.”

There were a few nods, vicious, hungry smiles lighting up the faces of my teammates around me.

“They think we’ll be a pushover,” I said. “I’ve played Angers before and they’re arrogant. They’re used to winning. They’ll be expecting to walk all over us, but we’re not going to let them! Fuck them all.”

“Fuck them all!” The cry echoed around the room with a burst of laughter as we slapped each other on the shoulder and broke apart, ready for war.

It was our first match of the European Rugby Champions Cup and we were playing Angers at home. I was glad we had thehome field advantage because Angers were notoriously tough to beat, and we needed every single bit of leverage we could scrape up. The nerves in the dressing room were high, and I could practically taste the unsettled feeling in the air.

But we could do this.

The Knights had earned their position in this competition and we were going to prove to Europe that we deserved to be here through blood, sweat, and tears.

“Are you ready?” I asked Jonny as we walked out of the changing room and into the tunnel.