Page 28 of Definitely Dead

“You mean, we might have missed our chance?”

“I don’t think so.” His mate’s expression turned pensive, his brow creased, and his eyes narrowed. “But I don’t know either. I just don’t want you to be disappointed if we don’t share the same kind of bond as others.”

Sunne’s breath caught, lodged behind the lump in his throat, and his heart ached with love and gratitude for the amazing gift fate had given him.

“I don’t care about anyone else,” he whispered, his voice thick with unshed tears. “You are mine, and I don’t need some magical soul bond to prove it.” Then he dipped his head, bringing their lips together in a kiss filled with all the emotions he felt but couldn’t put into words. “I just need you.”

His mate made a sound in the back of his throat, somewhere between a growl and groan, and curled his hand around the back of Sunne’s neck. “Be sure because there’s no going back.”

“I’m sure,” he answered with calm certainty. This was what he wanted, more than anything. “Claim me, Tyr. Make me yours.”

A heartbeat of silence passed. Two. Then a darkly possessive growl echoed through the room as Tyr dragged him into a kiss that both soothed and ignited.

There was no gentleness, no tender exploration. His mate attacked his mouth, waging battle as he plundered the depths. He didn’t coax or demand. He didn’t need to.

Instead, Tyr touched him like he owned him, like he had every right to completely unravel him. Yet, beneath the dominance, woven through the confidence, there was reverence, every stroke of his tongue, every greedy caress, filled with a kind of quiet worship.

Hands calloused from the hilt of a sword, from wars fought in secret, slipped beneath the hem of Sunne’s shirt, raking across his skin and spiking his pulse. He trembled, overwhelmed by sensation and pleasure, but still, he craved more.

Tingles spread through his body when Tyr tore his mouth away to trail his lips up the curve of his neck. His teeth scraped over the sensitive hollow behind his ear, then nipped at his lobe, eliciting a strangled moan.

“Want you,” Tyr rasped.

“Then have me,” he answered with a deep shudder.

His big hands slid up Sunne’s flanks, his fingers digging into the muscles. “I’m going to make you fly,lelien. And I won’t stop until you know exactly who you belong to.”

The words wrapped around him like a caress, the mix of softness and carnality making his head spin and his cock throb. His hips jerked when his mate dragged his thumbnail over his sensitive nipple, the slight sting only pushing him higher.

Then Tyr’s mouth was on his again, drinking down his needy moans as he continued the assault against the pebbled nub. He pinched and tugged, rolling it between his fingers, and every bite of delicious pain sent a jolt straight to Sunne’s groin.

He bucked in his mate’s arms, grinding against him as he chased something just beyond reach. Heat surged, the embers of desire flaring into a firestorm of instinct and primal hunger. Every touch scorched and every kiss seared as he burned for the big Guardian.

A warm breeze danced across his skin when Tyr stripped his shirt off, discarding it without ceremony. His hand vanished from Sunne’s swollen nipple, replaced by a pair of warm lips, and electricity crackled through his veins when his mate sucked at the erect tip.

Sunne’s head fell back on his shoulders, and he tangled his fingers in his mate’s hair as he arched into his mouth. Tyr’s thick beard rubbed against his chest, sending tingles racing across his torso and pulling a sharp gasp from his panting lips.

“Tyr, hurry.” He already teetered on the pinnacle, right there at the edge of no return. “I need you. I need to feel you.”

With another growl, Tyr leaned forward, lying him on his back in the middle of the blankets. His eyes shined with a feral light, the irises aglow with the effort of his restraint. Still, his hands were steady and confident as he stripped Sunne’s jeans off and divested his own clothing.

Sweet hell, he was stunning. And big.

Bronzed skin stretched across chiseled muscles that swelled and contracted, like hard steel wrapped in velvet. His chest expanded with each harsh breath, and his ribbed abs rippled as he stretched over Sunne, blanketing him with his massive frame.

Moaning as they finally met skin to skin, Sunne spread his legs, wrapping them around his mate’s waist as he welcomed him into the cradle of his hips.

Tyr kissed him again, the mating of their lips filled with a frantic urgency as they groped at each other, hands grabbing and pulling with insistence. The tension between them hummed with tautness, balancing on a knife’s edge, hovering in that place of anticipation right before the snap.

He felt Tyr’s weight shift above him as he leaned toward the fireplace, heard the snick of the bottle cap, the sound unusually loud in the quiet. A shiver swept over him when his mate reached between them, circling Sunne’s entrance with the cool gel, and a ragged groan strained his throat when a thick finger pushed inside.

His muscles clenched around the invasion, in need rather than protest, and he rocked his hips, pulling the digit deeper. The pressure increased when Tyr added a second finger, the stretch making his cock jerk to the frenzied rhythm of his pulse.

When Tyr pulled away, he whimpered from the loss, from the emptiness, and he raised his hips, trying to follow him. Then he was lifted from the floor, pulled back across his mate’s thighs as Tyr sat back on his heels.

Sunne didn’t hesitate. He didn’t wait for permission. Fisting the shifter’s thick length, he positioned it at his hole and sank over him. The burn was intense, the pressure nearly unbearable, but he kept going, the bite of pain only spurring him on, until he was fully seated.

Planting his feet on the floor, he wrapped his arms around his mate’s neck and began to move, rising and falling, taking him deeper each time. Still, it wasn’t enough.

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