Page 84 of Covenant
“Is the bedding at home not up to your lordship’s standards?”
“Fuck off,” I murmur as I take him in, still standing away from the bed. He looks contemplative, and I wonder if he’s considering leaving me. After everything that happened today, he better fucking not. But before I can open my mouth to chastise him, he slips beneath the covers.
“Took you long enough,” I grumble as I scoot over, my body curling against his. My nose brushes against his bicep and I can’t help but playfully bite at it. He tenses up in surprise, but I’m having none of it. With a gruff Scottish accent I murmur, “Lemme in ya bastard. That chest of yours is broad enough for me head.”
“That sounds like shit.”
“Better than your accent.”
“Your accent is literally my accent.”
“Nah,” I smirk. “Mine is normal. Yours is all posh and shit.”
His lips twitch. “Posh…and shit? That sounds like a compliment and an insult rolled into one.”
“Nope. Just an insult I’m afraid.”
He grins as he lifts an arm. I scoot over so I’mright in there, his right pec the perfect pillow for my cheek.
“Are you seriously doing this?” He sighs, but I know he loves it, really.
“I used your ass as a cock sleeve. So, yeah. I’m going to use your body as a pillow.”
I throw a leg and arm over him, and he huffs in surprise.
“I didn’t take you for a cuddler.” His voice is slightly strangled.
“Shut up. It’s not cuddling, I’m trapping you so you can’t run away. You are annoying like that.” My jaw cracks as I yawn. “Now go to sleep. We’re going exploring in the morning. For real this time.”
“We are?”
“Yep, after I explore your body some more, that is.” A choked sound meets my ears as sleep beckons me forth. “And no working. You wanted us to have a honeymoon, and we’re damned well going to have one. If I have to tie you down and make you enjoy yourself, I will.”
In the final seconds before the darkness claims me, I swear I feel his lips ghost against my temple.
He whispers a few words.
“Anything for you, Wy. Anything and always.”
Or maybe I dream it.
Fuck if I know.
20
WYATT
When I wake up, I feel Matthias before I see him. His body is so strong beneath mine, both soft and hard. I grunt as I let my hand slide up his chest, my palm brushing over the soft hair there before moving up to his neck.
His throat bobs beneath me, and I can’t help but clutch him a little tighter.
“You trying to kill me in my sleep?” Matthias rasps.
I stretch, my hand moving to the side of his face as I lean up. My mouth is just above his, my body still curled against him. Despite having been asleep the last eight hours, he looks impeccable as always. Just a little groggy, a little sleep-dazed.
It suits him.
“Maybe I’ll kill you by sticking my cock down your throat.”
