Page 171 of Heart of the High King
“Shit. I half hoped you didn’t.”
“Thank you for keeping me company.”
“Watch the nibbling, I don’t need a hickey,” Rafe muttered. Aleksander grinned when Rafe squirmed. Although he might be complaining, he was trying to move closer, not farther away.
“I really want to make love to you right now. And my dragon wants to bite the fuck out of you.”
“I need a shower,” Rafe insisted, digging his nails into Aleksander’s back.
“Why?” Aleksander murmured against his mouth, then kissed him. Grabbing a handful of Rafe’s muscular ass while his tongue moved alongside his mate’s, he grew hard. There were words he needed to say and emotions he had to express, but he suspected they were both desperate to give in to their baser desires. Which was why he was shocked when moments later Rafe pushed him away and literally ran into the bathroom.
“Just give me a minute,” he yelled as the water came on.
“We’re just going to get sweatier,” Aleksander argued. Following him into the space, he found Rafe with his hand under the stream adjusting the temperature.
“Yeah, but I’m gross and stinky. If this isn’t a dream, I don’t want our first time together again to be nasty.”
Aleksander simply enjoyed the skin he bared when he yanked off his shirt. “It’s not a dream,” he murmured. Rafe slid his shorts and underwear down, baring his hard cock. His mate was no longer skin and bones but had honed his body with hard work for the past six weeks. There were thick muscles everywhere, and what Aleksander liked best was how healthy he appeared. When Rafe stepped into the giant shower, Aleksander strode over and stopped him from closing the glass door.
“What’re you doing?”
“Joining you,” Aleksander informed him, stepping in fully dressed.
Rafe’s laugh was the most beautiful music Aleksander had ever heard, and he shook the wet hair out of his face so he could hold his mate close.
“You’re crazy,” Rafe accused.
“About you…absolutely,” Aleksander said and reunited their mouths. Running his hands over Rafe’s water slicked skin, he squeezed his glorious ass. Rafe’s response was to undulate against him as he tried to get some relief for his dick.
“Clothes need to go,” Rafe managed between kisses.
“Uh huh.” Aleksander focused on simply using his tongue to torment and delight Rafe; he had no concern for anything beyond that, but his mate wasn’t having it. When Rafe got his hands between them, he cursed as he tried to undo buttons while Aleksander found his hole. Rubbing the puckered skin, he groaned, thinking about being inside him but knew neither one of them was going to make it that far.
“So motherfucking unfair,” Rafe complained, wrenching open Aleksander’s belt and tugging on his zipper. When he made contact with Aleksander’s dick, he was the one swearing. Slipping the tip of his finger inside Rafe, he took a small step, not allowing his other half any space to fondle him. Still, the warm hand cupping him through his wet jockeys was enough to make him burn with more need. With a frustrated huff into his mouth, Rafe finally released him and shoved hard on Aleksander’s drenched jeans, which barely budged.
Without any lube, Aleksander didn’t want to hurt Rafe, so he went back to squeezing one pert cheek as he held him. “I love you so much,” he cooed to the man he adored.
“Love you too,” Rafe said, tearing his lips free. “But you seriously need to lose these clothes.”
“I don’t know, you still think this is a dream?”
Rafe smiled, and his blue eyes were filled only with equal parts affection and lust. “If it was, you’d already be naked.”
“Good point.” Not wanting to wait any longer himself, Aleksander stepped away from Rafe’s questing hands to yank his half-buttoned shirt off. Tossing it over the shower door, it hit the floor with a loud slap. The pants were not as easy to get off, and Aleksander had to open the glass to get rid of them. Once his mission was accomplished, he backed Rafe into the tiled wall.
Their lips met as he hauled him up, and Rafe obliged by wrapping his legs around Aleksander’s waist. As their cocks lined up, they both moaned. Leaning his weight toward Rafe, Aleksander snapped his hips as he moved against him. One of Rafe’s hands found its way into his hair, and they had no choice but to end their kisses when Aleksander’s fangs elongated.
“Please fucking bite me,” Rafe begged breathlessly, baring his throat. It was an invitation Aleksander would not deny, and he licked up a spot on his neck and sank in his teeth. His release was so fast and hard that Aleksander never made a sound as his muscles locked. Rafe shouted loud enough for them both as he painted them with come.
The almost too hot water pelted their skin as they held each other in an ardent embrace that spoke of love and longing. When Aleksander was able to gather his wits, he tenderly nuzzled where he’d bitten him and simply held Rafe close as their breathing slowly leveled.
“I’m so glad you’re awake,” Rafe whispered so quietly, Aleksander nearly missed the words.
“I wish I’d been with you this whole time,” Aleksander said with a soft kiss to his ear.
“I was willing to give you three days, but this six-week thing…that was fucked up.”
Aleksander lifted his head and liked the smile on Rafe’s face. “Did you see the size of that wolf?”
