Page 32 of The Hitman's Omega Priest
“What do you need?”
Kensley wrenched away, and Bishop’s cock left that perfect inferno, but he didn’t have time to process why. Kensley turned, knelt on the bench, knees on each side of Bishop’s hips, and sheathed Bishop’s cock with his body once more. They both cried out. Kensley swallowed a second yell with his mouth, kissing Bishop with a fierceness he’d never experienced before. Kensley set a brutal pace, slamming his ass down on Bishop’s thighs, dragging his cock against Bishop’s abs with each thrust. Fucking like a man who’d die unless he orgasmed as soon as possible.
Bishop’s own breaths got dangerously short as they kissed and rocked together, water splashing all around them, andit didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except release. Except experiencing this unfamiliar, powerful thing spinning between them, binding them together into something brand-new. Something potent and wonderful. Bishop broke the kiss and sucked on the other side of Kensley’s neck, desperate to add a matching bruise. Kensley’s nails scraped down his shoulders and back as he keened and fucked, an endless cycle of movement and pleasure.
Bishop lost all track of time, of sense, and of place. He existed in this moment, when his body was alive and singing, and his entire world was Kensley Thorne. At some point, the world stilled, and he could breathe again. And then the world was rocking and pleasure was coursing. It became a vortex of sensation, relaxation, sensation again, and then he was coming. He didn’t know how many times or how long it lasted, only that when his senses began clearing, Kensley was wrapped up in his arms, head resting on his shoulder. The jets had turned off, and he vaguely recalled setting an hour timer.
His hands had come to rest over Kensley’s ass, and he gently eased his soft cock the rest of the way out of Kensley’s limp body. Kensley snuffled as if in protest of the loss, but Bishop was sure his dick was out of the game for a while. He lovingly stroked Kensley’s gaping hole but didn’t press inside, worried over how long and how hard they’d gone tonight.
“Doesn’t hurt.” Kensley’s hot breath fanned across Bishop’s damp neck. “All of me is yours.”
Bishop growled possessively and dipped his middle finger inside that exquisite heat just to hear Kensley sigh. More than the spoken words, Bishop felt their meaning in his very soul. They had somehow claimed each other tonight, experienced something he’d never imagined, had only heard rumors of existing: the fated charum. A primal connection between two beloved souls, stitched together in heaven and torn apart onearth, each destined to wander restlessly until reunited with their charus.
Was Kensley his other half? His charus? Had Bishop always felt this desire? Since Kensley first came into his life? First began to inch into puberty and become appealing to Bishop? Why every small touch from the handsome teen had felt like a direct line to Bishop’s dick? Why it had felt safer to see Kensley sent away, than to continue tempting Bishop with his nearness?
Were they meant to be together all this time?
He was too exhausted to examine it properly tonight.
“We need to get out.” Bishop kissed Kensley’s chin. “If we fall asleep out here, we’ll both drown.”
“M’hm.”
Bishop didn’t bother with their robes. He got Kensley’s limp, uncooperative body out of the hot tub, but he was too slick to carry, so they both stumbled into the house. Right into bed. Bishop pulled the covers up around their damp bodies and tucked Kensley close. He barely had time to mumble a good-night to his omega before falling into a deep, dreamless sleep.
EIGHT
Kensley driftedon an ocean of joy, surrounded by currents of pleasure, and the warmth of smiling skies, and he’d never been more content. More sated and safe and, most importantly, loved. Love he’d fallen asleep clutching tightly to, and love he still felt all around him as he slowly woke to a wonderfully-familiar physical sensation: Bishop’s cock inside his ass.
Awareness told him so many things at once: he lay on his left side with Bishop plastered against him from behind, his half-erect cock spearing Kensley’s hole without thrusting, as if Bishop had entered him in the night and then fallen asleep there. Kensley smiled against his pillow, loving that they’d found each other so instinctively. Their bodies joining, desperate for the same intense connection they’d shared in the hot tub.
Kensley had no words for that experience. For losing his conscious mind for a while, rapt in the knowledge that he’d found something very precious, as if Bishop had been the missing half of his soul, and they’d finally mended back together. His still knees ached, his back was a little tight, and both sides of his neck burned from Bishop’s hard, biting kisses, but it was all worth it.
Had Kensley found his charus? Was that what last night had been? Had he instinctively known all those years ago?
He might not believe in Heavenly Father, but he believed in soulmates, in the existence of a true charum pairing. And now that he’d had sex with the man who was the other half of himself, the person created to satisfy Kensley’s inner omega, he couldn’t imagine living another moment without Bishop. The rational side of his brain wanted him to be angry at Bishop for penetrating Kensley in his sleep, for not asking as kindly as he’d asked so many other times. The part of his soul who recognized Bishop told his brain to fuck off and enjoy it. Enjoy knowing that, even in sleep, they’d come together as one complete person.
Kensley pressed backward, just to feel Bishop’s dick slide deeper into his passage and his pubes graze his ass cheeks. Bishop’s arms tightened around his waist, and Kensley wasn’t prepared for being rolled onto his stomach and smooshed into the mattress. Bishop didn’t start fucking him, though. He kissed the back of Kensley’s neck, then nibbled at his spine like he was a delicate snack. It tickled enough for Kensley to start laughing.
“This is a spectacular way to wake up,” Bishop said with a deep roll of his hips.
“Oh yeah.” With Kensley’s left arm trapped awkwardly beneath him, he could barely reach around with his right to squeeze Bishop’s ass. “Need you to do something, baby, it’s hard to breathe like this.”
“Sorry about that.” He sounded more smug than sorry. The bed dipped as Bishop put more weight on his forearms, lifting his chest enough for Kensley to wiggle his arm free and breathe easier. Bishop also bowed his back, which pushed his dick impossibly deeper inside Kensley.
Kensley revisited that amazing fantasy of Bishop’s cockhead breaching his womb, and he moaned. “You’re evil.”
“You love it.”
“I do.”
“Good.” Bishop kissed his jaw. “Are you sure you’re okay with this? I didn’t mean to penetrate you without asking.”
“I’m perfectly okay. We’re…” He couldn’t make himself say the word. “Together. Unless I’m actively sick or injured, you’ll always have my permission.”
“Thank you. I’d rather be conscious and ask, but thank you.”
Kensley melted under the warmth of those perfect words and the respect behind them. Someone like Bishop could easily take what he wanted, especially from those smaller and weaker, but he didn’t. He asked. He demurred. Hecared, and that was everything. “Then how about you get us off, stud? I’m starving.”
