Page 10 of Beautiful Butterfly

“You’re doing more than trying.” Wyatt looked up at him with a sexy smirk while he pulled Alister’s boxers off. “You’re showing me the real you, and I love what I see. Now, why don’t you let me show you just how much I appreciate your ball of energy?”

“Show me.” Alister gasped when Wyatt’s tongue trailed up the back of his thigh. A spike of excitement and anticipation rushed through Alister as his mate’s warm breath fanned over his ass.

Then Wyatt guided Alister to kneel on the cushions. His fingers slid into Alister’s crease, and then he separated the cheeks, blowing a tuft of air over Alister’s aching hole. They were going to seal their bond. Alister was going to connect with Wyatt on the most profound level.

This was happening, but it didn’t feel real. Not when Alister had craved for so many years to belong to someone who wasn’t out to use him. Someone who would care just as deeply for Alister as he cared for them.

Wyatt alternated between pushing his tongue past Alister’s ring of muscle and using his lips to suck and lick his hole. The sensations on the most intimate part of his body made Alister quiver. He gripped the back of the couch harder, moaning loudly.

The sounds must have turned Wyatt on because he shoved his face deeper into Alister’s ass, feasting on him like a starved man.

“Oh my god!” Alister threw his head back, mewling fiercely. Pleasure rocketed through him, making his dick throb heavily as his toes curled.

A loud, carnal purr tore from Wyatt. His lips and tongue consumed Alister’s ass. His fingers dug into Alister’s hips, yanking him backward as he drove his tongue deeper.

“Wyatt!” He screamed as his climax tore through him. His mate sucked and licked wildly as Alister’s cum shot all over the cushions. Holy hell. That had been intense. He shuddered and jerked as Wyatt gave one last lick, his fingers easing their grip.

“I need water,” Alister groaned. “I was breathing so hard that my mouth dried out.”

Cracking his eyes open, Alister saw Wyatt’s thick cock jutting out as his mate walked away.

“I’m so out of shape for this kind of workout,” Alister grumbled to himself. His muscles ached as he pushed away from the couch. He swayed slightly then headed toward the kitchen.

He stilled when Wyatt strode toward him, glass of water in hand.

His mate’s hips moved in a sexy swagger, one side of his mouth raised in a seductive, cocky grin, his heavy-lidded eyes focused on Alister.

Raw masculinity oozed from Wyatt, causing Alister’s breathing to become shallow as he watched an apex predator heading right for him.

With a squeak, Alister spun and raced up the stairs. He nearly tripped a few times as peals of laughter floated behind him.

He knew the chase would only heighten Wyatt’s arousal, and the rush of anticipation made Alister head for his mate’s bedroom, his thirst and aches forgotten. He’d made it halfway to the bed when Wyatt lifted him off his feet. They bounced when they hit the mattress, then Alister was trapped under raw muscles.

Wyatt’s eyes were dark with desire, his lips curving into a triumphant smirk. “You triggered my cheetah, sweetheart,” he murmured.

Alister’s heart raced as his mate’s thick cock pressed against his thigh. When their lips met, he noticed Wyatt’s breath smelled minty fresh. Did the guy have mouthwash stashed somewhere in the kitchen?

“Did you drop my water somewhere along the way?”

“I’m very talented.” Wyatt winked then leaned sideways and grabbed the glass off the nightstand.

“How in the hell did you accomplish that feat?” Alister seriously wanted to know.

“Right before I grabbed you, I put the glass down.” Wyatt leaned back, pulling Alister into a sitting position, then handed him the water.

“You’ve got mad skills.” Alister drank half of it down. His dry throat was thankful since his tongue was no longer sticking to the roof of his mouth.

“I thought for sure I was going to drop it.” Wyatt chuckled. “It was pure luck I didn’t.”

“Is it pure luck your breath is so minty?” Alister handed the glass back and his mate set it aside. “I’m pretty sure my nether regions aren’t the reason.”

Wyatt straddled Alister’s lap. “If you recall, I was running late this morning, forcing me to multitask. I brought my mouthwash downstairs and gargled while putting on my utility belt.” He placed his hands on either side of Alister’s head, their noses almost touching. “It was still in the kitchen when I got your water.”

“My throat appreciates your kindness.” Alister’s heart doubled in beat as he gazed into his mate’s stunning eyes, which shimmered from the early afternoon sunlight bathing the room.

“Your throat is more than welcome.” Wyatt brushed his lips over Alister’s, teasing him with a promise of a kiss. He smiled softly, playfully and slid his tongue over Alister’s bottom lip then flicked the tip upward.

Alister wanted that kiss. They’d spent the past five days living under the same roof, but his mate hadn’t made a single move on him. The two had cuddled on the couch while they watched TV. They’d made meals together, talked, shopped at the grocery store.

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