Page 42 of Wild Reckoning

Killian palmed his face. “Could you please stop saying that?”

Ryker gave a fake shriek and took off, running slow as hell so as not to outrun the toddler as he fled for his life. “Don’t eat me, Mr. Bear!”

With a high-pitched giggle, Ethan took off after Ryker, leaving Killian laughing at the two. Maybe it was Ethan who would help Ryker forgive himself. The Everhart’s loved that little boy, would protect him with their lives, and if anyone had the power to help Ryker heal, it was the tiny cub pretending to be a deadly bear.

Stewart slipped outside, handing Killian a cup of hot cocoa and a peppermint-flavored kiss. “Did it work?”

“You sent Ethan out here to help Ryker, didn’t you?” Killian took a sip of the steaming drink, staring adoringly at his mate.

“Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t.” He grinned, his green eyes sparkling with mischief.

Ryker ran in slow motion through the front yard, still shrieking as Ethan’s little legs worked overtime to catch up to his uncle. Ryker slowed even more, allowing the toddler to catch him and take him down.

Then the cub pounced, “ripping” his claws into Ryker before he held his arms up and roared triumphantly. “I badass!”

Stewart sputtered his drink as Killian groaned.

Ryker laughed his ass off then gave the kid a high-five.

“Your family is out to corrupt him,” Stewart grumbled. “Did I tell you I caught Hyett showing Ethan how to use a kitchen chair to get the cookies off the shelf in the pantry?”

“The shelf is four feet off the ground,” Killian said, defending his youngest brother.

Stewart circled his finger at Killian. “When the cops bring him home for breaking into the candy shop, I’m blaming you guys.”

Killian nipped at his mate’s finger, causing Stewart to quickly pull it away. “Just as long as he grabs enough for everyone.” Then he leaned in, brushing his lips over Stewart’s ear. “If you really want to help Ryker, let him watch Ethan while I play a grownup game with you.”

Killian pulled Stewart through the front door, slammed it, then raced upstairs.

Stewart sauntered over to him and ran his hand down Killian’s chest as soon as they were tucked in their bedroom. “Now that you have me alone, what are you going to do with me, my big, bad bear?”

Not waiting for an answer, Stewart toed his shoes off then shoved his jeans and underwear down, kicking the material aside. “I’m all for riding your cock.”

Killian’s canines punched through his gums as he stared at Stewart walking backward toward the bed, his cock jutting out, his naked ass on display. He ran his tongue over his bottom lip as he watched Stewart climb onto the bed and spread his legs, wiggling his ass at Killian.

“Or do you want to ride my ass?”

Killian stalked toward the bed, stripping naked along the way. “Is that a request or demand?”

Stewart’s cheeks turned bright red as he palmed his cock. Instead of answering Killian, he began to stroke himself, moaning as he looked over his shoulder at Killian.

“Baby, you have no idea how sinful you look right now.”

“Maybe later I’ll knock over a candy store.” Stewart lowered his shoulders to the bed, which made his ass raise higher. His hole was on display, and damn if Killian’s teeth didn’t ache for a nip.

This was how life should be. Not running from an abusive ex, not getting shot, and not saving his mate and cub from intruders with guns. Life was Stewart on his bed, tempting Killian in ways that made his body catch fire.

He moved to the nightstand and extracted the lube before he crawled in behind Stewart and began to lick his hole. Stewart moaned even louder, rocking on his knees as he kept stroking his cock.

Killian wet two fingers and sank them deep as he sucked at Stewart’s hole, lapping at the tight muscle as he worked to loosen his mate. The guy’s sounds were killing him. Killian moved back, got to his knees, and lubed his cock.

“Ready for me?”

“Always,” Stewart moaned. “Fuck me already.”

With a deep chuckle, Killian pressed the head of his prick against Stewart’s glistening hole and thrust deep. He clenched his teeth, his fingers digging into his mate’s sides as he fought not to come so quickly.

Killian was enjoying the currents racing through his blood as he began a steady pace, pounding into Stewart’s ass as his mate cried out.

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