Page 4 of Quietly Hux's
The simple act of holding Milo’s hand felt more right than any other contact I’d ever had. Having him completely? The thought sent the best kind of shivers down my spine.
Despite my longer legs, Milo was keeping pace with me. Making me feel like he was just as eager as I was. When we reached my front door, I pushed it open and headed for my bedroom. The house was modest, smaller than Shep’s with only two bedrooms, but I didn’t need more than that. Now, with Milo, we’d have to figure out if it was enough for him too.
But I couldn’t think about that right now.
The scent of Milo’s heat was getting stronger by the second, and my bear was rumbling his approval as that scent permeated our home, mixing with ours and making everything smell trulyrightfor the first time in my life.
Milo gasped, stopping in his tracks and bending at the waist. Without a second thought, I scooped him up and carried him the rest of the way to the bedroom.
Carefully, I laid him down on the bed and pried the notebook and pen from his clenched fist. The other was fisted in my shirt, trying to pull me closer.
I chuckled, gently prying his fingers from the material so I could pull the shirt over my head. His eyes widened, trailing up and down my exposed torso. Faster than I thought he couldmove, he sat up onto his knees, sifting fingers through the dark hair on my chest and kissing up the side of my neck.
I groaned, getting my hands on his ass and encouraging him closer. Breathy little puffs of air washed over my skin as I massaged him so close to where I knew he needed me, but he didn’t make a sound. I wondered again about his voice. Had he been born this way? Did he have an accident? He nipped at the sensitive patch of flesh beneath my ear, and all thoughts of conversation fled my mind.
It took more willpower than I wanted to admit to release the luscious globes of his ass, even when the only reason I was letting go was to remove the pants covering them. Milo seemed very on board with this plan, shimmying around to kick his pants, underwear, socks, and shoes off and ripping his shirt overhead to toss onto the floor. I followed his lead, removing the rest of my clothes.
The moment I was bare, he was on me again. Standing on the bed now, he threaded his arms around my neck. I reached for his ass again, growling my approval at the soft, warm skin filling my palms. He didn’t need my urging to wrap his legs around me.
Taking his mouth in a claiming kiss, I slid the fingers of one hand along his crease, finding his hole wet and begging for me.
Milo pulled back from our kiss long enough to give me a vigorous nod. He wiggled his bottom in my grip and shot me a sly little smile.
I growled, a blistering desire more powerful than anything I’d ever felt scorching through me. This was my mate in my arms. Under my hands. Writhing against me as his own desire took hold. I’d never forget this moment. Never forget the trust he was placing in me, and the happiness shining out of his perfect purple eyes.
Supporting him with one hand, I kissed him again at the same time as I slid two fingers into him. He accepted me easily, kissing me back with abandon and rocking back on my fingers.
Fuck,he was perfect.
Plunging my fingers in and out of his tight heat, I stretched him until he pinched my side and narrowed his eyes at me.
“Okay, okay,” I said, chuckling. I kissed him again and reached for my neglected cock. Hoisting him up a bit, I placed my tip at his entrance and watched in wonder as he threw his head back—eyes closed and mouth slack—as I slid into him.
Bliss.
It filled my body, rising up and up until I thought I’d burst with it. Spreading his cheeks, I widened my stance and drove up into him.
Milo clung to me, little shudders going through him as I slid home again and again. When I couldn’t hold back my knot any longer, I knee-walked us onto the bed and laid Milo’s head on the pillows without ever letting us become disconnected. Bracing on my elbows, I cupped his head in my hands and used the leverage I now had to slam into him.
His eyes shot open, and a silent scream parted his lips. He grabbed two fistfuls of my hair and yanked my head down, taking my mouth in a bruising kiss. Resuming my rhythm, our kiss turned sloppy as we both panted.
My knot swelled. Grinding forward, I kept myself fully sheathed inside him. Milo stilled beneath me, every muscle going tense before he drew in a ragged breath, and warmth spread between us as his release coated both our stomachs.
The vice-like grip of his channel as he rode out his orgasm tore mine from me. I came with a roar, pleasure surging through me as I emptied myself into him. Locked together and breathing hard, I pressed my forehead to his. After a moment, he openedhis eyes and smiled, leaning up to press a soft kiss to my lips. I smiled back, unbearably content.
MILO
I laid my head on Hux’s chest. We were both damp from the shower and smelled like the spicy, woodsy body gel he used. Pressing my nose against his skin, I inhaled deeply. The smell was wonderful, but not as wonderful as the heaviness in my limbs. I couldn’t remember a time I’d been this relaxed. Felt this at ease.
“Can I ask you something?” Hux’s voice was a soft rumble against the top of my head. After I nodded, he pressed a kiss into my hair. “How did you lose your voice?”
The question might have bothered me coming from anyone else, but not Hux. He was my mate, and I knew in my bones that it didn’t matter to him if I could speak or not. He wanted to know because it was part of me.
Sitting up, I pulled my notebook and pen from the nightstand. Using his chest as a table, I quickly wrote and then held it up for him to read.
Trent’s people kidnapped me from my college campus. I don’t know why exactly, but I haven’t been able to talk since.
Hux’s brow furrowed. “Do you have people we should contact?”
