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“Say please,” he purred.

Kaz blinked at him, his eyes the color of a dark storm.

“Please.”

His heart skipped a beat.Fuck.

He held his cock against Kaz’s hole and looked up. He held that dark gaze as he slid inside him slowly. Legs wrapped around his hips, drawing him in faster, and they both groaned as he filled Kaz.

“Fuck, you feel good.”

The words had no business leaving his mouth, and yet there was no stopping them. Just as there was no stopping the gasps and curses as he thrust into Kaz, driving his cock deep inside someone he should hate. He set a punishing rhythm for that reason alone, and from how Kaz writhed under him, gray eyes dark with lust, he wasn’t about to complain.

He slammed his mouth over Kaz’s, biting at his bottom lip. Kaz’s groans filled the room and fuck if he didn’t revel in it, especially when Kaz moaned his name. He couldn’t get enough of that. As much as he enjoyed Kaz begging for him, there was something carnal about Kaz screaming his name.

Fucking Kaz was beyond anything he could’ve imagined. He didn’t know what it was about Kaz, but he brought out a side of him he hadn’t even known existed. Kaz turned him the fuck on, but he also made him want to take all his frustrations out on him. Some possessive part of him wanted to fuckingownKaz.

He wrapped his fingers around Kaz’s throat and earned himself a deep moan as Kaz arched into his touch. Kaz washot and sweaty against him, his body soft and pliant under him. He’d never thought Kaz would ever surrender to him. He’d never thought he’d get to experience Kaz in the throes of pleasure. He was enjoying it a whole lot more than he’d ever thought he would.

Voices filtered in from the hallway, and he cut Kaz’s moan off with a squeeze of his fingers, the vein on the side of Kaz’s neck throbbing against his hand. He didn’t slow his thrusts, slamming hard into Kaz who rocked against him eagerly.

In that moment, he almost wanted them to hear Kaz yelling his name. He wanted everyone to know that he’d brought Kaz Tailler to his damned knees. That he made Kaz Tailler beg and moan.

Kaz came all over himself and gasped out Miles’s name with such reverence that he could do nothing but follow him right over the edge into oblivious pleasure.

He gasped for breath, pressing his face into the crook of Kaz’s neck, the smell of Kaz’s citrus cologne and something pure sex filling his nose.

“Fuck,” he whispered, drawing in a deep breath of Kaz’s scent, unsure if he hated how much he liked it.

He stayed there for a moment, trying to catch his breath, before he pulled back. Kaz looked up at him with a blissful expression on his face and a softness in his eyes he hadn’t seen before. It made something warm spread through his chest, and he wasn’t sure he liked that feeling. Or, at least, he wasn’t sure he was supposed to like it.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Miles

THEY’D SAID goodbye to his parents earlier, and though both had looked somewhat suspicious, they hadn’t questioned his and Kaz’s sudden friendship. Thank fuck for that because he had no explanation. None that didn’t involve the words, ‘He’s hot,’ and ‘Have you seen that ass?’

The Disciples were preparing to take off on a run, most of them already packed and on their bikes, waiting for Ares to finish his goodbye with Kaz.

“I’d ask you to be good,” Ares said, eyes narrowing on Kaz. “But I know you better than that, so… stay out of jail.”

Kaz snorted and shook his head, his hands twitching, and Miles knew he was stopping himself from flipping Ares off.

“I’ll do my best,” Kaz said.

Ares huffed, then turned his gaze on Miles. There was something in that dark blue gaze that had Miles straightening as a spark of unease rushed through him. Ares couldn’t know. They hadn’t exactly been careful, but he didn’t think anyone had heard or seen them. He didn’t even know if Ares would be mad. They were both adults, after all. Not that he cared to test that theory.

“You have my permission to kick his ass if he misbehaves,” Ares finally said.

“Dad,” Kaz snapped, eyes jumping to the bikers close enough to have heard.

Miles pressed his lips together but gave Ares a short nod.

He didn’t want to make it worse for Kaz which was fucking insane. A day ago, he would’ve happily broken Kaz’s nose again, but now? How the hell had Kaz made him care for him in less than twenty-four hours? The only explanation he could come up with was that he had to be thinking with the wrong head.

Sex with Kaz was… holy fuck. It had never been as explosive as it was with Kaz.

Ares gave them both a stern look of warning before he turned and strode to his bike, grabbing his helmet off the seat. The second he was ready, he motioned for the Disciples to proceed.

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