Page 24 of Beautiful Butterfly

When Alister straddled his lap again, Wyatt gripped the base of his shaft. He was completely focused, mesmerized as he watched his mate take him inch by inch, his tight hole greedily sucking Wyatt into his body.

Wyatt’s head fell back, his cock strangled by the tight heat. So many emotions flashed across Alister’s pale blue eyes that Wyatt didn’t understand half of them.

A short, shallow breath escaped Alister. His fingernails dug into Wyatt’s shoulders, his bottom lip caught between his lips. Then Alister started moving, his knees locked on either side of Wyatt. With each descending stroke, his mate breathed harder, his cock gliding up and down Wyatt’s stomach, leaving behind a moist trail of pre-cum.

Their eyes locked, and Wyatt grinned, his hands clenching and unclenching on Alister’s hips. A gasp escaped his mate, followed by a long, drawn-out moan. His head rolled from one side to the other, that plump bottom lip still sucked between his teeth.

Wyatt felt like the luckiest bastard alive.

Alister rotated his hips, lifted up slightly, then dropped back down, keening loudly. His heated gaze swept over Wyatt’s face. They fucked slow and steady, and then Wyatt increased their pace. He glided his hand up Alister’s back, coaxing his mate to him, desperate to suck that bottom lip into his mouth. He lapped at his mate’s gasping mouth, tasting paradise, pleasure pooling at the base of his spine and tingling along his nerves.

His mate mewled like a kitten with every hard thrust. A purr rumbled deep in Wyatt’s chest, his body slick with sweat. He drove faster into Alister’s tight ass, his purrs turning into fierce snarls.

“Oh god!” Alister curled his fingers around his bouncing cock, his hand moving as fast as Wyatt’s thrusts. His mate’s channel gripped tightly. Then Alister threw his head back and shouted as his cum coated his hand and Wyatt’s chest.

“Fuck!” Wyatt’s rhythm faltered. He snaked his hand around his mate’s nape and yanked the man down. He pierced his mate’s shoulder with his sharp canines at the same time his orgasm crashed over him. Wyatt growled low and deep, his cum spilling inside Alister.

Boneless, Wyatt extracted his canines and slid his tongue over the wound. Then he closed his eyes and breathed Alister in.

His mate crumpled against him. “This was more intense than when we were sitting in front of the bakery.”

Wyatt chuckled, drawing his fingers up and down his mate’s spine. “It’s intense every time I have you naked. I lose all self-control and turn into a sex maniac.”

“That’s because I’m so irresistible.” Alister erupted in laughter, squirming when Wyatt tickled him. “I was kidding!”

“You were telling the truth.” Wyatt lifted his mate’s hips, causing his softened cock to slip free. “It’s hot as fuck in this car. We better head inside before we drown in sweat.”

With a groan, Alister sat up. “As much as I loved getting nasty in the front seat of your car, it’s not the most comfortable place to have sex. My knees are killing me.”

“I’ll carry my little diva into the house.” Wyatt opened the door and twisted sideways, holding on to his mate as he climbed out. He winced when an ache shot through his back. Before he took a step, Wyatt kicked his shorts and boxers the rest of the way off, leaving them where they dropped.

When they were halfway to the door, his phone rang.

“I can manage from here. Put me down and go get your phone. I’m going to take a long shower.”

Wyatt sighed as he set his mate on his feet. Then he retrieved his phone from the pocket of his shorts.

It was Sheriff Harper.

“Hey, boss.” Wyatt put the call on speaker, set his phone on the hood, and grabbed his shorts.

“I completely understood when you took Alister home after the attack at the bakery,” he said as Wyatt slipped his shorts on. “What I fail to comprehend is all hell breaking loose at the ice cream hut. Kijani’s report and the gathered statements are on my desk, but I wanted to hear from you what in the fuck went down.”

“Lowell Wagner.” Wyatt told his boss what happened. “Up until the point he backhanded my mate, it was just a heated argument.”

“And three of my deputies were knee-deep in this shit.” Dominic sighed. “We protect mates, and I understand Alister reacting the way he did. I just wish it hadn’t been a public spectacle.”

“My mate was dealing with what Sloane had done to him, so I took him to get some ice cream,” Wyatt stated. “Things were peaceful until Lowell showed up. Alister was trying to be civil, simply pointing out that Cannon, Morgan, and I weren’t single.” Wyatt ran a hand over his head. “Okay, so Alister lunged when Lowell made a threatening remark. You know damn well that Lowell doesn’t care if a guy is spoken for.”

Dominic made a noise between a groan and a grunt. “I’m honestly surprised no one has put him in the hospital before now. Even so, I can’t have my deputies seen as anything less than exemplary officers. I was sent a video, Wyatt. It showed Sam flailing on Morgan’s shoulder while Cannon’s big ass nearly took Paris down. And you were five seconds too slow stopping Alister from kicking Lowell in the jaw. It was complete shitshow.”

“What do you want me to say?” Wyatt asked as his frustration mounted. “Lowell’s damn lucky we stopped our mates from breaking every bone in his body.”

“I get it, Wyatt. I really do. But until things settle down, stay home with Alister.”

“But Cannon still has a week until he returns to duty,” Wyatt argued. “I can’t leave you in a bind because some hussy has a death wish.”

“We managed before Kijani and Slater were hired. You’re in your honeymoon period, Wyatt,” Dominic said in his no-nonsense tone. “Alister might have some deviant looking for him and your head is elsewhere right now. Take the next two weeks off to deepen your bond with your mate, and for fuck’s sake, no more arguing in your driveway or trying to have sex in your car on Main Street.” Dominic hung up.

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