Page 23 of Beautiful Butterfly

“Andrea met a guy named Norell Kaufman.” Anger boiled inside Wyatt just thinking about the bastard. “Like Sloane, he was an expert at manipulating others. Although I saw right through his bullshit, Andrea was blinded by her feelings for him and couldn’t see his true nature.”

“I don’t mean to interrupt you, but would it be okay if I sat in your lap?” Alister applied soft pressure to Wyatt’s hand. “I can see the sadness in your eyes, and I want to give you comfort. Also, after today’s constant events, I could really use your arms.”

After sliding his seat all the way back, he helped Alister over the console. Once they were settled, Wyatt wrapped his arms around his mate, breathing in the familiar scent. The sweet aroma filled his lungs and helped to dull the pain.

“I really needed this, butterfly.” Wyatt rested his cheek on the top of Alister’s head, taking in the pleasure of the tranquil moment.

Wyatt rolled his bottom lip between his teeth. “Norell became jealous of our relationship. He wouldn’t say anything in front of me, but I saw it in his eyes. My gut told me he was abusing her, but since she could heal by shifting, I never saw any bruises. Six months into their relationship I finally talked her into leaving him. I should have gone with her when she went home to pack. I should have never let her out of my sight.”

Tears burned behind Wyatt’s eyes, a searing lump forming in his throat.

“When she didn’t call me like we’d agreed, I drove to their apartment. I knocked, but no one answered. Every instinct inside of me said something was wrong. I broke down the door and found her on the living room floor. She was dead.”

Alister stared wide-eyed at him. “Norell killed her,” he whispered.

Wyatt nodded. “I searched the apartment, but his things were gone. I couldn’t call the police because she was in her cheetah form. I waited until nightfall and snuck her out, and then I drove for three hours to where we grew up.” His voice choked with emotion. “I dug a grave under the large oak tree that she used to spend hours sitting under, lost in her books. It was the least I could do for my baby sister.”

“I’m so sorry.” Alister curled his arms around Wyatt’s neck. He crushed his mate’s chest to his and breathed in deeply, and then slowly exhaled.

“Andrea was the last person I said that I loved,” Wyatt murmured.

“So when I said I love with you, I brought back painful memories.”

Wyatt nodded, his chin resting on Alister’s shoulder. “I wanted to tell you that I love you, too. Instead, I tried to show you how I felt.”

Alister wiggled around until he was straddling Wyatt. “You showed me all right. I’ve never been aroused to the point I wanted to have sex in public. If you hadn’t come to your senses, those old ladies would have seen me bouncing on your fat cock as I screamed my fool head off.”

“To be honest, I have no idea where that control came from.” Wyatt kneaded Alister’s soft, pert ass. “All I wanted to do was bury my dick deep inside of you, consequences be damned.”

Though Wyatt felt emotionally wrung, his body hardened. “I’m not going to lie, baby. I need sex right now to push those painful memories away.”

“Use me however you need to.” Alister slammed his lips over Wyatt’s, his nails scraping Wyatt’s scalp as he yanked at his hair. The air around them was charged with desperate need. Wyatt’s pulse raced, the intense ache inside of him growing. Seizing his mate’s hips, he held Alister in place as he thrust upward.

“We have to get rid of our clothes.” Alister panted against Wyatt’s mouth, their breaths mingling. “Rip my shorts off if you have to. I’ll buy another goddamn pair.”

“I’ll buy you ten more pair.” Wyatt freed one of his claws and used the razor-sharp tip to tear the seam down the back of his mate’s shorts, careful of his delicate skin.

Their lips collided again, hungrier and more desperate than before. The pit of Wyatt’s stomach swirled wildly, his canines extending to their full length.

“Recline your seat all the way back.” Alister yanked his shirt over his head, throwing it toward the back seat. Wyatt did as his mate asked while sucking one of Alister’s taut nipples between his lips. The seat slowly tilted back, taking them with it.

Wyatt closed his eyes, swirling his tongue around the hard nipple, his arousal stirring fiercely inside of him. His cock pounded furiously as Wyatt reached inside his shorts and gathered copious amounts of pre-cum onto his fingers. There wasn’t any lube in his car, and he didn’t have enough control to slow shit down long enough to grab some from the house.

As he latched onto Alister’s neglected nipple, Wyatt teased his mate’s ring of muscle with his slick fingers. Alister whimpered and rocked backward, impaling himself. A deep purr vibrated in Wyatt’s chest. He was so turned on right now, Alister’s hole milking his fingers.

This was exactly what Wyatt needed, the escape, lost in the moment as the painful memories faded. Alister was Wyatt’s solace, a beautiful ball of feistiness, filled with fire and innocence, passion and uncertainties. Wyatt loved his mate to the very depths of his soul.

“I need more than your fingers,” Alister whined.

Burying his other hand in his mate’s hair, Wyatt nailed his mate’s prostate, smiling when Alister cried out.

“Play time is over.” Wyatt yanked his fingers free then shoved his shorts down his thighs. He gathered more pre-cum and lubed Alister’s hole.

“About time.” Alister lifted his hips. “You’ve got to get these shorts the rest of the way off of me.”

“Raise your body up as far as you can.” Wyatt worked the shorts down enough that his mate was able to step out of them. His shaft sprang free, hard and pulsing and so fucking beautiful.

Everything about Alister was breathtaking.

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