Page 24 of Silent Fire

“Babe, you gonna keep making me stand over here?” Tomas held Noel’s gaze, his wolf stirring at the sight of those defiant blue eyes. Fire and vulnerability in one tantalizing package. His mate was bold, sassy, utterly fearless now that the spark between them blazed.

“You gonna give me time to deal with this mate thing?” Noel countered. “Because if it’s something—”

Tomas stalked forward until their chests brushed with each breath. He caged Noel against the motorcycle, arms bracketing that lithe body as he leaned in close. “You want to play this game, cariño?” His voice emerged a low rumble laced with promise.

Noel’s eyes flashed, teeth sinking into his plump lower lip. The motion drew Tomas’s focus, made his mouth water with the urge to taste, to consume. “Maybe I do,” he challenged, chin lifting in blatant provocation. “Think you can keep up, lobo?”

A growl vibrated up from Tomas’s chest. His wolf was done with words, ready to claim what was theirs. He fisted a hand in Noel’s hair, gripping just tight enough to tilt that defiant head back, baring the long line of his mate’s throat.

Noel’s lips parted on a sharp inhale, eyes going wide and dark. He didn’t fight the grip, didn’t try to pull away. Just held Tomas’s heated stare, daring him with every ragged breath to take this further.

“Keep talking, cariño,” he purred against the thrumming pulse under Noel’s jaw. “Give me an excuse to shut you up properly.”

The challenge blazed brighter in those blue depths. Noel pressed closer until their bodies aligned from chest to hip, until the hard line of his arousal slotted against Tomas’s thigh. “You couldn’t handle me, papi.”

Something primal unfurled in Tomas’s gut, a wildfire of lust and possession blazing through his veins. He captured Noel’s lips in a searing kiss, all teeth and tongue and molten need.

Noel surged into the embrace, one hand fisting in Tomas’s shirt to yank him closer as their mouths warred for dominance. His other hand raked down Tomas’s back, nails scoring delicious lines of heat through the fabric.

Tomas swallowed the needy moan that spilled from Noel’s lips. His mate was pure flame, biting and bold and utterly unashamed in his desire. With each nip of those wicked teeth, each teasing swipe of Noel’s clever tongue, the wildfire in Tomas’s blood raged hotter and brighter.

He growled his approval deep in his chest, claiming Noel’s mouth again and again until they were both panting harshly. Only then did he pull back a scant inch, eyes locked on those swollen, glistening lips he’d just ravaged.

“You were saying, cariño?” Tomas rasped out, drunk on the scent of Noel’s arousal, on the taste of his mate’s yearning. “Something about me not being able to handle you?”

Noel’s chest heaved, blue eyes blown to depthless black pools. His tongue swept over his bottom lip in a move that had to be calculated sin. “Guess you’ll have to prove me wrong then, won't you?”

With a feral snarl, Tomas hoisted Noel up, pinning that compact body between his own and the motorcycle. He rocked his hips forward, letting Noel feel every rigid inch of the lust he’d stoked. “Be careful what you wish for, florito. I don’t do anything halfway.”

Noel wound his legs around Tomas’s waist, rolling his hips in a filthy grind that robbed Tomas of breath. “Good,” he husked against Tomas’s lips. “I want it all, lobo. Every last inch of you.”

Something in Tomas’s chest cracked open at those words, at the naked yearning in Noel’s voice. He pressed their foreheads together, a rumbling growl escaping his throat.

“You’ll have it,” he vowed, claiming Noel’s mouth again in a searing brand of possession. “All of me, cariño. Forever.”

Chapter Eight

Tomas parked in the tavern lot and cut the engine. “Let’s get inside,” he rumbled. He nipped at Noel’s jaw. “Need you naked and mine.”

A shudder rippled through Noel at the raw hunger in Tomas’s voice. He arched against the solid wall of his mate's body with a needy whine. “Yes, fuck. Please.”

Tomas’s low chuckle vibrated against Noel’s lips. “So polite when you're desperate.” He punctuated the words with a scorching kiss that left Noel dizzy and aching.

In one fluid motion, Tomas lifted him off his feet and turned, carrying him toward the tavern's entrance. Noel locked his legs around that trim waist, arms looping over broad shoulders to anchor himself. He buried his face in the crook of Tomas’s neck, breathing in leather and musk and man.

Inside, the tavern was blessedly deserted. Tables stood empty, the air thick with the mingled scents of stale beer and wood smoke. Their footsteps echoed in the cavernous space as Tomas strode toward the hall leading to the private quarters.

Noel attacked the heated column of Tomas’s throat with lips and teeth. He sucked a stinging mark just above the juncture of shoulder and neck, reveling in the rumbling growl it earned him.

His bedroom door slammed shut behind them as they stumbled inside in a heated tangle of limbs. Noel’s back hit the mattress with enough force to bounce him, but Tomas swallowed his gasp with a scorching kiss.

When the need for air became overwhelming, Tomas broke the kiss with a ragged groan. His eyes blazed molten amber, lips swollen and slick as he panted against Noel’s cheek.

“Dios mío, florito,” he rasped out against Noel’s throat. “I could taste you for hours and never get my fill, mi dulce adicción.”

Noel responded with a wicked nip to Tomas’s earlobe, rolling his hips in a filthy grind. “Then what are you waiting for, mi lobo? I want to feel that mouth everywhere.”

Noel arched into his touch with a sharp gasp, fisting his hands in Tomas’s hair. He rutted shamelessly against him, needing that delicious friction like he needed air.

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