Page 306 of Icy Cold Death

Yes! Please! More.

Ridge’s head bobbed, and he could taste the man. He was musky, salty, and something he knew he’d crave even more.

Fuck! I’m so hard.

Lucian was losing control. Because he was the stronger psychic of the two, he got back into control, rolled, and pinned Ridge beneath him. His hand slid between them, and he found the man’s erection.

He was so hard.

Ridge moaned.

Make me cum. God. Please. I’m burning up. I need you! Hurry!

The predator was focused on his prey. Since this was his castle, his brain, and his sex, he only had to think about it.

Vines appeared, and they grabbed the man’s arms and legs, spreading him out beneath him.

Ridge fought.

The more he fought, the tighter they became, and the more trapped he was. The more trapped he was, the more turned on he became.

God! Yes! Fuck me, Lucian. I need you in me. I don’t know why, but I need you to take me. Hard. Join us! Please!

That need reverberated through them.

The static was getting stronger, and Lucian couldn’t get deeper without some energy.

He sat between the man’s spread legs, and ran his hands over his thighs.

Please! Hurry. Touch me!

Oh, he did. With his mouth, he ran his teeth up that sensitive part of Ridge’s thigh. He could see into his mind, and he knew what the man wanted.

He showed him.

It was him flipped over with Lucian fucking him so hard that the bed moved. He wanted him to take his ass in abandon.

Oh, well, he would.

He’d tasted him, and now, Lucian wanted to return the favor.

Ridge’s dick stood tall, and it was perfect. Lucian had no boundaries there. He didn’t see gender.

He only felt the millions of voices calling to them.

He ran his fingers over Ridge’s perfect erection, and through the wetness at the tip.

He was slickery and dripping precum.

How bad do you want me to take you?

There was laughter.

Ridge’s.

So bad. Just do it. My body is tingling. My whole being is alive. I feel everything. I want to feel you buried in my body. I love you, Lucian. God! I love you.

Lucian teased the head of his erection with his mouth, knowing his consciousness needed time to find the answers. As his tongue swirled around the tip of Ridge’s dick, the man bucked—or tried to. He was strung so tight on the bed he could barely move.

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