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Of course, when he phrased it that way, Briar had nochoice.

Chapter Twenty-One

DEREK

Briar opened his mouth to speak again—of course, he did—but Derek stopped him with a kiss.His orgasm had taken the edge off his desire, but Briar’s warm, pliant weight in his lap was quickly stoking his need back to life.He didn’t think he’d ever get enough of him.

Briar was a gorgeous mess. His mouth was red and swollen, his cheeks flushed, his skin painted in Derek’s spend.

Derek quickly stripped his t-shirt over his head and used it to clean him up, kissing each fresh patch of skin as he went.He threaded his fingers through Briar’s hair and tugged his head back, feasting on the salty flesh of his throat, while Briar squirmed uncomfortably in his lap.

There was a ripping sound as Derek tugged his sparkly shirt down to expose Briar's shoulder, and he winced.Too big, too rough, like always.

“I don’t care,” Briar said breathily, reading his mind.“Just get it off me.”

Derek obeyed, adjusting Briar like a doll until he’d stripped them both of the restrictive fabric.Briar settled down in his lap, deliciously warm, with his arms around Derek’s neck and his silky thighs straddling Derek’s hips.

“Are you cold?” Derek whispered.

“No.” Briar’s reply was a soft breath on his neck.

“You’re trembling,” Derek pointed out, stroking a soothing hand over the goosebumps on his bare back.

“I know.” Briar laughed breathlessly.“But I don’t know why. It’s just sex.”

It didn’t feel like just sex.It felt like they were changing their lives.

“You’re mine,” Derek said fiercely.He wanted to hear it.

“Yes.”

Briar’s instant agreement should have satisfied him, but it only whetted his appetite for more.Animal instinct had taken over, subverting all his prized logic and self-control.All it wanted was more. He wanted to pin Briar beneath him, teeth in his throat, and force him to give up everything.

He cupped Briar's ass in both hands, kneading and spreading him, exposing him to the cool night air.He teased Briar's delicate entrance with one fingertip, petting and playing, waking the sensitive skin with each scrape of his calluses.

“You’re so soft right here,” Derek said, awed.“I never thought a man could be so soft.”

“Y-you are, too,” Briar stammered.

Derek chuckled. “No.”

So ridiculous. He pressed one finger into Briar’s protesting mouth to silence him.

Briar moaned and laved his finger with his tongue.“I can prove it,” he mumbled around the intrusion.

“Hush.” Derek kissed his damp temple, swiped his lubricated fingertip over Briar’s exposed hole, and then gently slid inside.

Briar’s hot flesh sucked him in, gripping his intruding digit like it belonged there.He withdrew his finger, only to reinsert it with a firm, deliberate thrust.Briar hissed, squirming in delight and clinging to Derek’s shoulders.Derek watched his face closely while he explored, lightly stretching his entrance before slipping a second finger inside.Tight. So tight that Derek was afraid he wouldn’t be able to take him.In his experience, his size had only ever been an inconvenience.His cock was painfully hard again, aching as if his earlier orgasm hadn’t even happened.He was dying to bury himself inside Briar’s body, but he would rather go without than risk hurting him.

Briar was quivering as if it was already too much.He squeezed his eyes shut, burying his head in Derek’s neck.

“Too much?” Derek asked.

Briar shook his head. “No,” he said thickly.“I just don’t know how long I can hang on.Hurry up and get inside me.”

“Not yet.”

Derek held his hips still with one arm, taking his time as he stretched and massaged, and only feeding him a third digit when his flesh was loose and buttery.Each time he pulled out, Briar’s hips would buck in silent plea for more.Finally, Derek could resist no longer.He plunged his fingers inside Briar to the hilt, working him hard, and Briar bit down on the meat of his shoulder to muffle his tiny moans.He took everything Derek gave him, drunk on slowly building pleasure, until he finally broke.

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