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And when we broke apart, both of us panting, staring into each other’s wide, lust clouded eyes, I knew one thing for sure.
One kiss wasn’t going to be enough.
Not even close.
Chapter Fourteen
Mason
Sensations overwhelmed me.
Heat.
Fire.
Lust.
It all raced through my body, as my lips trailed Ronen’s, our tongues tangling, the sweet taste of him muddling my brain.
His hand was tangled in the hair at my nape, gripping tightly, and he let out a small moan that zinged straight to my cock. When he sucked lightly on my tongue, tugging my hair, I groaned at the pleasure.
The next thing I knew, I had a lap full of omega, Ronen’s legs straddling my waist. My aching cock, already tenting my shorts, strained to be free. As he undulated sensually against me, his own hard cock rubbed against mine, spiking my desire.
My hands roamed over his back, then his front, fingers working at the buttons of his shirt, while we continued to kiss.
I could kiss this man forever and never get enough.
Needing air, we broke the kiss, staring into each other’s eyes, chests heaving.
Ronen stared down at me, his green eyes wide, pupils blown. His high cheekbones were flushed, his pink lips dark and glossy, swollen from our kisses.
Reaching up, I brushed his hair back from his forehead, then cupped the back of his head gently. He arched his back, moving like a cat beneath my hand, his hands running over the front of his partially unbuttoned shirt.
“Take it off.” My voice was rough, low, and I watched his fingers slowly unbutton each remaining button. I needed to see him, needed to touch his skin against mine.
Moving the material apart, I stared at his chest, the light smattering of black hair that dissected his small pecs. His pink nipples, pebbled and hard, begging for my tongue.
Sliding his shirt off his shoulders, then down his arms, I slowly undressed him. Everything that had happened that day vanished. The throbbing in my ankle disappeared. My exhaustion vanished.
Nothing else mattered except this perfect omega in my arms.
My omega.
Ronen licked his lips, his pink tongue darting out to run over them, making them shine more. His shirt got caught up where his sleeves were rolled, and he yanked it off, tossing it behind us somewhere.
Running a finger along the waistband of his black dress pants, my mouth went dry as my eyes caressed his pale, taut skin. His stomach was flat, with just a hint of muscles, hisbelly button deep, and a fine trail of dark hair started just below it and disappeared into his pants.
But what really held my attention were all his tattoos. Sure I’d gotten a glimpse of his forearms earlier, but this went beyond that.
Ronen Sinclair was a walking piece of art, well hidden beneath tailored dress pants and tightly buttoned shirts.
Both arms were covered in inked sleeves, tribal designs that might have been Celtic in nature covered one arm from shoulder to wrist. What I had thought was some kind of compass on his forearm, I now saw was made up of two opposing dragons in a circle. It was a compass of some kind, but there was some kind of ancient writing, or a foreign language on it. Hell, it might have even been some kind of scientific formula for all I knew.
A honey badger took up the rest of that arm, from elbow to shoulder, the intricate detailed design was absolutely stunning.
Was this what my mate looked like in his shifted form? Slowly, I ran my hand over the badger's striped back.
It had been a wolf head that I had seen, sitting just below his left pec, the detail on this just as stunning.
