Page 94 of Wild Stars

I watch as he shifts his weight.

“My safeword is Icarus,” he says calmly.He nods at the paper in my hand.

I flip the papers, glancing at his limits.

My gaze dips to his preferences.Orgasm denial, bondage, and a few others that I can barely read because the weight of the situation has my vision blurring.

Tears beg to be freed.

“My results came in, too.Clean slate, of course,” I say as I try not to crumble into a million pieces as I fight to speak.

Matty’s expression is stoic as I flip to the last page.

“I thought what I needed was order.Structure.Control,” he says.“But what I really needed, Dare...was you.”

He takes one small step to close the distance between us.“Say something,” he whispers.

“I love you, Mateo,” I say, my voice thick with emotion.I grab his face in my hands, and I pull him to me, coveting his lips with my own.

Mateo Star doesn’t fight me.He only wraps his arms around my waist and holds me like he’s afraid I’ll disappear.

When he breaks apart from our kiss, his gravelly voice sings.

“You are infinity, a fire burning bright in the darkness, shining through space and time.My black hole, my supernova, my wild, wild star...and you are mine.”

CHAPTER24

Matty

I’ve never felt so exposedin all my life.

Dare kisses me with a passion that could be described as nothing short of a supernova.

“I wantyou,” I whisper, needing him to understand the depth of my submission.I settle my hand over his chest over his stitched up heart.

For the briefest moment, there is a pause, and I think he’s going to safeword out.

That this, thatIam too much for him.

That I’ve just scared the shit out of him.

He sucks in a deep breath, flashing his gaze up at me from beneath his dark lashes.

“I want...”He pauses, biting his bottom lip.“To see you naked, on that bed with your cock wet and ready for me.”Then he whispers, “Sir.”

I can’t help the grin that spreads on my face as he starts to ramble.

“Or, like, wait...if you’re, like, my submissive...do you prefer slut?Whore?Is there some other term I should know that?—”

I waste no time removing my clothes, keeping my gaze trained on him as I find my way to the bed.

I watch as his eyes widen, and he grabs himself while he stares at me the same way he did at Saint & Sinner when he was on that stage.

Like I ameverythinghe’s ever wanted.

The feeling is mutual, sir.

Dare shimmies out of his sweatpants as he comes to stand at the edge of the bed.

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