Page 15 of The Storm Within

Jeez. Ryker really was glad Killian couldn’t hear him right now. This place was messing with his game and making him sound lame as hell.

But Nate didn’t seem to mind. In fact, if the need in his eyes was anything to go by, he was eating up Ryker’s horrible attempt at seduction.

Or so he thought.

“I stand corrected.” Nate gazed disbelievingly—and a bit horrified—at him. “Training wheels on my cock?”

“It’s this place.” Ryker waved his hand to encompass the motel, his voice filled with frustration.

“Uh-huh,” Nate said slowly. “And you’re a regular Casanova outside this place?”

“Apparently not.” Ryker dropped to his back, annoyed with himself. He’d never had a problem with smoothness before, damn it, but he was crashing and burning with Nate.

The one person he wanted to impress the most.

“We all have problems with flirting at some point in our lives.” Nate patted Ryker’s chest sympathetically.

With a growl, he grabbed his mate’s hand and pulled the guy onto his chest. Nate sucked in a quick breath, staring wide-eyed at him, but the guy was hard as hell. His cock pressed heavily into Ryker’s stomach.

“Say what you want, but your erection tells me some part of you secretly likes what I’m saying.” Ryker massaged Nate’s ass through his pants, grinding the guy’s cock against him.

Nate’s breathing grew heavy, his eyelids fluttering closed. “A small part, yes.”

Ryker’s breathing matched his mate’s, sharing the same air, the sound of their deep pants echoing through the room.

Cupping the back of Nate’s neck, Ryker drew him closer, their lips barely touching. His mate’s lips were parted, his cheeks flushed, his eyes squeezed so tightly shut they could’ve produced diamonds.

“Is the thought of kissing me that awful?” Ryker teased, tracing the soft skin of his mate’s nape. He felt baby-fine hairs, and when Ryker brushed his fingers over them, Nate shivered and moaned.

Found one of his hot zones.

Ryker was determined to find them all. He would map out his mate’s entire body until he discovered every patch of skin that caused Nate to tremble and ecstasy to engulf his features.

“I… Can you repeat the question?”

Instead, Ryker continued to trail his fingers over the soft hairs, captivated at the sheer pleasure crossing Nate’s features, like he’d just uncovered a secret meant only for them. Needing more, Ryker slipped his hands under his mate’s shirt, marveling at the smooth, warm expanse of skin.

“Ticklish!”

“You should’ve never told me that.” He ghosted his fingers up and down Nate’s back, grinning as the guy squirmed, peals of laughter causing his blue eyes to shine brightly.

Goddamn he’s beautiful. Ryker’s gut clenched and his mind whirled because he could see himself loving this man who smelled like peppermints, the sound of his laugh tap-dancing on Ryker’s heart.

“Wait, I...!”

But Ryker didn’t wait. Rolling smoothly, he placed his mate on his back, his large frame pressing gently into the smaller body beside him. The need to taste soft skin clenched something deep in his gut, a yearning impossible to deny. Skimming his lips over a slender neck, he grinned against the warm flesh when a subtle shift pressed against his stomach, seeking friction.

The little vixen was trying to secretly pleasure himself. How naughty.

“If you wanted to get off so badly, all you had to do was say so.” The words came out in a low growl as Ryker tugged at the shirt in his way, prompting a slight lift of Nate’s arms that let the fabric slide free. A tremor rippled through the lean body beneath him, hardened nipples standing at attention while wide eyes locked on his, equal parts curiosity and anticipation.

It had clearly been a long time, too long, if the hesitation was anything to go by.

But thinking wouldn’t be necessary.

Ryker intended to make sure of that.

Leaving a trail of kisses, his mouth wandered lower, tasting every inch of smooth, trembling skin. The shivers beneath Ryker hadn’t eased, and wouldn’t, until that lithe body found release for the first time in a century. Not by a lone hand this time, but by the scorching heat of a skilled, eager mouth.

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