Page 57 of Hunting His Vampire Mate

That, apparently, merited another kiss. Because Michael pressed his lips to mine and grinned. But when he pulled back, his eyes danced with amusement. “We need to shower, babe.”

“Oh, it’s ‘babe’ now, is it?”

“Just testing stuff out.”

I kissed him again. When I pulled back, I felt my smile return of its own accord. Michael had thoroughly banished the dark thoughts about what the future might hold from my mind. All that mattered was that I was here with him, fully present in the moment.

“We’ll shower in a minute,” I told him. “For right now, I just want you to hold me.”

And right then, I didn’t want anything else. Nothing else mattered. Even with everything that had happened, I couldn’t deny how happy I felt at that moment. I never wanted it to end.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN || MICHAEL

Danny insisted that we shower together. And I was helpless to resist him.

I’ve never done it before,he informed me silently. This was accompanied by a little pang of longing that swept through the bond.

Then we’ll shower together. But no funny business.

He smirked at me.Of course not. I wouldn’t dream of it.

The moment we stepped into the shower, with the warm spray beating over both of our bodies, he dropped to his knees and took me in his mouth, all down to the hilt.

I got hard almost immediately.

For being so new at this, Danny was doing a fantastic job. Like he’d been doing it all his life.

I let out a low groan, pleasure licking through my body as my mate serviced me. Then, when I was close, he pulled back.

My eyes widened in outrage. But then he flashed me a wicked smile. Then he turned around and bent over slightly, placing both hands on the wall of the shower to steady himself.

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Again?”

“As many times as you can go,” Danny replied, looking back at me over his shoulder, his spiky black hair slicked with water and his eyes hooded with lust. “I’ve got a lot of catching up to do. We could’ve been doing this after every hunt.”

“You’re not sore from ten minutes ago?”

His gaze was hungry, raw with need. “Michael, stop worrying and just fuck me.”

That shut me up.

I slid into him, feeling the delicious tight heat of his hole enveloping my cock. And it was just like the first time. Fucking miraculous.

I let out a low groan as he bucked back, taking all of me in one go.

Grabbing his hips, I rutted into him hard, fast, and a little rough. Judging by both the strangled moans escaping his lips with every thrust and the blinding pleasure rocketing through the bond, I knew he liked it.

He liked it a lot.

I could feel an echo of what he felt: the delicious fullness, the feel of having my hard cock sliding in and out of him, the almost too-much ecstasy of having the pleasure spot inside of him worked over, the yielding and blissful relief of justbeing, of letting me take care of him and not having tothinkall of the time. The glorious closeness he felt, something he’d never once experienced before with another person.

Mixed with my own pleasure, it was too much, and it sent me over the edge again. I gripped his hips and thrust deeper, unleashing my orgasm inside of him with a strangled animalistic sound, the ecstasy of it blotting everything else from my mind.

Then, with my cock still inside of him, I reached around and gripped his aching hardness. I began to stroke it as I moved inside of him, more gently this time, focused on giving him as much pleasure as possible.

He let out a gasp and shot rope after rope of warmth all over my hand.

I grinned and pulled out.

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