Page 60 of Dropping Like Flies

It had. I didn’t know how, but there was no disputing it. And it wasn’t like I’d ever really understood the necromancer bond and how it worked. I knew that not everyone was like Ben and me, that there were plenty of necromancers who, even with their fated mates, could go about their day without knowing what their partner was eating and drinking. Did it make us special? I didn’t know the answer to that and I probably never would when there was no necromancer handbook available. All I knew was that it could be both a blessing and a curse.

Pre-cum flooded my tongue as I kept sucking, determined to drive Ben right to the edge of coming. By the time I finally relinquished his cock, a rosy glow suffused his entire body and his chest rose and fell so rapidly that he looked like he’d run a marathon.

Despite my earlier insistence about the location, I tugged him away from the wall and into the living room, Ben not voicing any protests as I arranged him over the back of the sofa, legs spread and hard cock, still glossy with my saliva, trapped beneath him. Ben turned his head and studied me with hooded eyelids. “How come I’m naked and you haven’t taken anything off yet?”

I stepped up behind him and rubbed my fabric covered crotch over his naked backside, goosebumps breaking out on Ben’s skin. “I guess I was just too damn eager to get you naked. And you were too eager to get your cock sucked. Just like you’re eager to get fucked.” I punctuated my words with a thrust hard enough to drive him up onto his toes.

“Jesus!” Ben’s knuckles turned white as he gripped the sofa harder. “Will you take your damn clothes off?”

I grinned devilishly, even though I knew Ben couldn’t see it. “Actually, I don’t think I will. I only need one part of my body to fuck you.” We’d never done it like this, the thought of fucking a completely naked Ben while I remained dressed to the point of not having even taken my jacket off, only making me hornier.” I treated him to another thrust, this one with more intent behind it as I warmed to the idea. “Have you got a problem with that?” Ben’s only response was something that sounded suspiciously like an insult. “Pardon. I didn’t quite catch that.”

He turned his head again, his lips quirking. “You know what your problem is?”

“No.”

“All talk and no action.”

It got the result Ben had been angling for, pricking my male ego enough that I was already reaching into my jacket pocket to pull out the lube I’d brought with me. If I had removed my jacket, I’d have had to waste time locating it, so there was definitely a silver lining to staying dressed. I’d brought condoms as well, my fingers pausing around the packet. “Condoms?”

“No.” No hesitation, Ben not even stopping to think about it.

“I know you always preferred it without, but maybe we should—”

“No. I want to feel you.”

I didn’t have the willpower to argue. I unzipped my fly and pulled my cock out, smoothing lube on it. “Fingers?”

“No.”

“Ben!”

“Don’t Ben me. If you don’t like the answer, don’t ask the question.”

Shaking my head, I parted his thighs wider, my gaze fixed on the pink hole the action had revealed. Ben was just as gorgeous as he’d been three years ago. Maybe even more gorgeous, Ben wearing the extra years well despite the rigors of his job.

When I pushed in, there was no stopping the stream of profanities that spilled from my lips. It was just too damn good. So tight. So hot. So made for me. I closed my eyes against the dual sensation of fucking and being fucked, Ben’s emotions wrapping around me until I didn’t know where I ended and he began.

“So fucking good,” he crooned as I introduced another inch, the lack of foreplay only seeming to accentuate his pleasure as he became accustomed to the stretch. That was one good thing about our bond. There was no hiding pain when I would have been able to feel it.

Ben moved first, backing onto my cock like he needed it more than oxygen. And any man that said he didn’t want their sexual partner desperate for them was a liar. Him wanting me as much as I wanted him was the biggest turn on.

“Do you remember our first date?” Ben asked as I bottomed out, my pubic bone flat to his arse.

I laughed. “You want to talk about that now?”

“Do you?”

“Depends on what you’re classing as our first?” Ben and I had been out with friends at a bar, the way our eyes had met across a crowded room, both a cliché and the truth. I’d known he was the one straightaway, the knowledge making it harder rather than easier to approach him. It was for that reason I’d hung back, drinking more as I’d tried to pluck up the courage. Ben had been the brave one even then. Even though he’d had no understanding of necromancers and fated mate bonds, he’d known he couldn’t let that electric spark between us remain unexplored and he’d approached me, his hundred-watt smile making my knees go weak. We’d fucked that night, neither of us able to fight it, despite it not being the usual way we operated.

He’d told me later that all logic had gone out the window from the moment he’d laid eyes on me and that he would have clubbed me over the head if it was necessary. I’d told him that if the police were clubbing people over the heads, then the country really was going to rack and ruin.

“Not the first night. The first time you took me out.”

I smiled, my fingers curling more tightly around his hips. “You mean when I took you to a concert you hated?” The band had come highly recommended by a friend.

“I didn’t hate them.”

“You said you weren’t sure what they were trying to achieve.”

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