Page 54 of Lost Mate

He shoved a pillow under Dylan’s hips and prepared him with the same teasing tenderness he had before, twisting his fingers, brushing Dylan’s sweet spot, until the man virtually humped the bed trying to push Ross’s fingers further into him.

“Please, please, please,” Dylan pleaded.

“Begging is a good look on you,” Ross teased, pulling his fingers until they were almost out, and Dylan cursed his name. “That’s not nice, baby.” Then he shoved his fingers in again and a look of bliss crossed his mate’s face.

Dylan reached up for him. “Need you.”

“You have me.”

“Need you inside me,” Dylan growled.

Ross didn’t tease his mate anymore. He slicked up his shaft, leaned over Dylan and kissed the tip of his dick to Dylan’s hole. “Need to be inside you too.”

He pressed in with one smooth movement until he was buried balls to tip. Dylan let out a long breath and his eyes slowly closed, his lashes fanning over his cheeks.

Ross pulled back and thrust in again. He knew they were both too close to the edge to last long, but he made them both wait until Dylan was begging and cursing again before he tugged Dylan’s cock two, three times and Dylan arched up, spraying between Ross’s fingers. He coaxed Dylan through his climax before he let himself go, burying deep in Dylan’s body and pouring out what felt like his heart and soul into his mate.

Once more Dylan encouraged Ross to stay where he was, sprawled over Dylan, still buried deep in his body. Ross was too hot, too sweaty, covered in cum, and uncomfortable, but he didn’t care. He was with his mate and it was all that mattered.

“The bed is wrecked,” Dylan murmured in his ear a few moments later.

“I know.” Ross stayed where he was.

“We both need showers.”

“I know.”

He didn’t move. They’d work out a way to unglue themselves tomorrow, he was sure of it.

Chapter Sixteen

The day of the pack run dawned, but that wasn’t until the evening, and they had the whole day to themselves. So they thought. Once they peeled themselves apart, Dylan headed for the shower. Ross took the opportunity to check his phone and discovered a request from Joe to help with the critters as he was busy and to ask if Dylan could help Owen with a project he was involved with. He confirmed he would work on the ranch and went in search of Dylan.

Ross found his mate as he expected in the shower, his eyes closed as the water streamed over him, and took a moment just to admire his lean form.

“I know you’re watching me,” Dylan murmured.

“You’re worth watching.” He wasn’t going to apologize for admiring his mate.

Dylan opened his eyes and leered at Ross. “Do you want to get wet with me?” He waggled his eyebrows which made Ross laugh.

The chance to get wet with his mate was an offer Ross didn’t want to refuse, but he knew he should contact Owen first.

“What project?” Dylan asked suspiciously when Ross conveyed the request.

“No idea. Joe didn’t say. But Owen’s involved in all kinds of shady shit to do with the hunters. I swear that wolf will bring them down single-pawed if he can.”

“And he wants me involved?” Now Dylan looked even more suspicious. “I thought they were keeping me away from anything hunter related.”

“I think the doc convinced everyone you’re not a traitor, besides Owen would kill you if you betrayed him.”

“Nice,” Dylan said dryly. “Thanks for that.”

“You’re welcome. Joe asked me to work the ranch today, so I won’t see you until tonight.”

“In which case you’re definitely getting in the shower with me.”

Ross waved his phone. “Is that a yes to Owen?”

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