Page 94 of A Bloom in Winter

He might have noticed upstairs, but he’d been distracted by a choking sense of dread . . . that he probably was never going to see her again after this—

He stopped his sad sacking and frowned once more. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

Mahrci stared up at him, her hands worrying at the sleeves of her sweater, pushing them up, pulling them down.

“You can tell me what’s really going on,” he heard himself say. Then he motioned to the security unit on the ceiling. “That isn’t connected to the system yet.”

“You already know . . . everything.”

“All right.”

He gave her a chance to continue. When she didn’t, he walked under the pod he’d screwed in earlier and fired up the laptop. Waited for its light to change. Double-checked that it was entered in the manifest right.

“Bedroom one, I’m calling this,” he murmured.

“Can I help you?”

“No, I got it.” He eyed the Vuitton duffle that had been set just outside the bathroom. “Are you leaving before dawn, too—”

“Will you come with me?”

Mayhem stopped breathing. Then he slowly lowered the laptop. “What . . . are you saying?”

Across the way, in the garage quarters, Apex was out of his mind and totally grounded at the same time, especially as he looked down his body again and saw his arousal stretching Callum’s mouth, going in and out of those lips, being slicked from the sucking. And then at his base, that fist that was gripping him. And there was also a cup around his balls—

“I’m coming,” he growled as he tried to hold it in. “Callum—”

The wolven just went all the way down, and big surprise, that caused the ejaculations to explode out of him.

Whereupon they were promptly swallowed.

Arching into the pleasure, giving himself up, Apex was exactly where he wanted to be—he just wasn’t sure about the other male.

Except then Callum retracted until things popped out, literally. After that, the two of them just stayed where they were, Apex loose-limbed and on his back, the wolven perched over the cock he had just sucked off.

“Are you all right,” Apex asked hoarsely.

There was a heartbeat of pause. And then the male answered—by extending his tongue, lowering his head, and licking his way around Apex’s stomach. Which he’d come all over the first time.

“Oh . . . fucking hell . . .”

The sensations of that warm, slick tongue lapping over his abs was enough to bring the good times back for a third time—and he was never, ever going to forget the sight of Callum bent down to him, the wolven’s arms bowed out, his icy blue eyes gleamingfrom under his lowered lids, the heat and the sex making everything razor sharp and totally buffered at the same time.

“Sorry,” Apex mumbled as he got hard all over again. “It’s been—”

He stopped himself.

Callum paused, too. “It’s been . . . what?”

“A really long time. Since I’ve done anything like this.”

“How long?”

“I don’t want to freak you out,” Apex muttered.

When all he got was a whole lot of no-more-tongue-action and an arched brow, he groaned, “I haven’t been with anyone in person in decades.”

This got him rewarded with another lick, right over his belly button. “And what about by yourself.”

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