Page 37 of Wild Reckoning

“Shut up and kiss me.” Stewart jackknifed, gripped his mate’s arms, then yanked him down.

They rolled on the bed, groaning, kissing, teasing as Killian slowed. He brushed his knuckles over Stewart’s cheek, smiling softly at him. The smile was provocative and turned Stewart inside out.

“I’ve wanted you from the moment I laid eyes on you, Stewart.” Killian was lying on top, careful of his weight, his arms on either side of Stewart’s head.

“I’ve been fighting my attraction to you,” Stewart confessed.

Killian gave a low chuckle. “Really? I honestly couldn’t tell.”

“You’re full of shit.” Stewart yanked him back down, fusing their lips together, grinding himself against his mate, driving himself crazy. He ran his hands up Killian’s chest, feeling the hard muscles under his palms, using the pads of his thumbs to tease the man’s hard nipples.

Killian hissed, nibbling along Stewart’s jaw. He’d never drowned in such pleasure in his entire life. Stewart was filled with raw need, craving whatever Killian was willing to give him.

Then his mate shoved his leg between Stewart’s, and Stewart turned into a wanton slut. He rode the hard thigh, gasping, biting at Killian’s nipples, licking away the sting.

“Fuck,” Killian groaned. “I want you so badly, baby.”

All of Stewart’s problems simply vanished, replaced by this gentle giant. No past abuse. No car problems. No fear of screwing up his nephew’s life. No anxiety. Just pure emotions and need. Stewart kicked his shoes off then wrapped his legs around Killian’s waist, gasping, mapping out the guy’s muscles with his hands as his mate kissed down Stewart’s throat.

“Unwrap your legs,” Killian quietly demanded.

Stewart had no idea why, but he did as the man asked. Killian pulled Stewart’s shirt off and tossed it aside. Now he was the one sucking a nipple between his lips, sending jolts of fire through Stewart.

But Killian didn’t stop there. No, he did not. He worked his way down Stewart’s soft, flat stomach, licking at his navel. Stewart breathed heavily as Killian unsnapped his pants.

Mother fudge. Stewart wasn’t going to survive this. He bucked, throwing his arms out as he tilted his head back and his mouth dropped open slightly.

Killian yanked Stewart’s pants and underwear down his legs and engulfed his cock all the way down his throat.

Stewart cried out, tossing his head from side to side. Oh god! He was keening as he spread his legs apart, thrusting his hips upward, fucking drowning in the pleasure. Drowning in it, sucking in air, so close to coming that he shoved his hands into Killian’s hair and pulled.

Killian grabbed Stewart’s hips to calm him down. It took all of Stewart’s control not to ram his cock down the man’s throat. Killian made him feel wild and unhinged. So many emotions barraged him, and waves and waves of passion crashed over him.

Then Killian inched a wet finger inside Stewart’s ass. Stewart lost it. He fucking lost it.

“Killian!” He writhed as he came, his body convulsing before he finally settled back down.

Leaning up, his mate kissed him, slowly crawling back up Stewart’s body. His cock trailed over Stewart’s stomach, leaving behind a clear line of pre-cum.

It was the most erotic thing he’d ever experienced.

“That was so goddamn beautiful.” Killian smiled at him.

“Felt incredible,” Stewart said breathlessly. He felt Killian’s cock grind into his stomach, and fuck, he let his thoughts float away.

“Are you ready to let me claim you?” Killian murmured, his lips brushing against Stewart’s neck, feathery soft. Then he took possession of Stewart’s mouth once more.

He was shaking, and his heart was trying to pound its way out of his body while he tried his best not to hyperventilate. Slowly, he nodded.

Killian pulled back, and his smile was pure sin, then it fell. “Shit. We don’t have any lube.”

“In my duffel bag. I was looking for something earlier and found a tube in there.” Stewart had completely forgotten he’d packed a brand-new tube before he’d fled, anticipating very lonely nights ahead of him.

His mate left him momentarily, rooting through Stewart’s bag like he was on a treasure hunt with seconds left on the clock. With a thunk, Stewart’s bag hit the floor, and then Killian returned, wearing a triumphant smirk, the tube in his hand.

Stewart flipped to his hands and knees, crawling to the edge of the bed. When Killian was close enough, he grabbed the base of the man’s erection, sampling him, eliciting a moan from his mate. Killian moved his hips slowly as Stewart took him fully into his mouth. He groaned low in his belly and had to breathe through his nose to keep from passing out.

“Oh fuck, Stewart.”

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