Page 62 of Labor of Love

“Oh.” Bracken nodded frantically. “Oh yes.”

He scrambled onto the bed, still as graceful as ever. Soon his pert ass was pointed in the air. There was more cushion there than before, and Tanner’s mouth watered as he resisted the urge to bite at the plump flesh.

He was trying not to be a brute, but gods, it was a tough challenge.

He focused his attention on the furrow between Bracken’s cheeks, where the skin gleamed with seeping moisture.

Omega slick.

And there was one thing Tanner hadn’t done during their night together, too focused on filling Bracken with his cum again and again. One thing he’d been thinking about ever since.

Tanner parted Bracken’s cheeks, tracing his finger down along the seam. He leaned forward and pressed his tongue to that pretty hole.

“What are y—Ohhh.”

Sweet. It was so sweet. Tanner smacked his lips and dove back in. He tongued and kissed and licked as Bracken writhed under his ministrations. Tanner tried to swallow all that he could, but the more that he worked—and the more Bracken cried out in astonished pleasure—the more slick gushed out of that inviting hole. Tanner couldn’t keep up with it all.

He did his best anyway. He was messy and loud and frantic, losing himself in his task.

Tanner came back to his senses when Bracken fisted a hand in his hair, tugging Tanner’s head back forcefully. “Please.Please, Tanner. I need it.”

“What do you need, sweetheart?” Tanner panted the question, wiping a hand over his mouth. “You’re so wet. Do you need to be filled?”

“Yes.” Bracken shook his ass in the air, as if to get the point even further across. “Yes.”

And thank the gods for that, because Tanner’s dick was hard enough to break down a wall. He fisted it in one hand and knelt on the bed behind his fae, lining himself up. He slid in with a desperate groan, clamping his hands on Bracken’s slender hips to keep the fae right where he was.

“Oh, merciful gods,” Bracken groaned, his head hanging down between his shoulders. “Oh, so good. So, sogood.”

It was. Tight and hot and wet as could be.

Tanner wrapped his arms around Bracken and pulled, sitting back on his heels until Bracken was seated on his lap, his back to Tanner’s chest.

Bracken keened, his hands clawing at Tanner’s forearms. “Oh, oh,oh. So deep.”

“Is that better, sweetheart? Hm? Stuffed full of cock the way you wanted to be?”

Bracken tossed his head back against Tanner’s shoulder. “Yes.Yes.”

Tanner tilted the fae’s chin, capturing his lips again as he began to move, burying himself inside Bracken again and again.

It was a long, long time before Tanner came up for air.

“I should have been fucking you this whole time, shouldn’t I?” he finally murmured, pulling Bracken’s hips down to grind even deeper inside him. “I’ve been neglecting you terribly.”

“Yes, you have,” Bracken gasped, squirming and clenching down on Tanner’s dick. “You’re h-horrible.”

“Fuck.I am, aren’t I?”

Bracken turned his head, sucking Tanner’s bottom lip into his mouth. “Please, Tanner.More.”

That, Tanner could do. He would give his beautiful fae more.

He’d give him everything.

8

This was it.

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