Page 42 of The Storm Within

Ryker released his cock, and Nate damn near cried out in protest, ready to throttle the guy for committing such a heinous crime. If it wasn’t illegal, it should’ve been.

“You can join in anytime, honey bear.”

“I… what?” Ryker had obliterated his mind, and his mate wanted him to think? Nate shook his head, blinked a few times, and then Ryker’s words sank in. “Oh!” This was supposed to be mutual. “I can’t help it you’re so good at blowjobs that you scramble my brains.”

A deep, rich chuckle rumbled from Ryker. “You know how to stroke a guy’s ego. Now let’s see if you know how to stroke my cock.”

“I have a hundred years of cobwebs to clear out, so I’m allowed to be a little greedy.”

Ryker gripped Nate’s shaft, giving his erection a light squeeze. “True, now put your beautiful lips back on me.”

Nate wrapped his hand around the girth of Ryker’s shaft and slid his tongue over the slit, moaning at the taste of pre-cum and hungrily lapping up the clear liquid.

“That’s it, baby.” Ryker strangled Nate’s cock as he hissed, spreading his legs wider apart before he placed both hands on Nate’s hips. “You can get as greedy as you want on my dick.”

Nate nearly choked, fighting back a laugh while he had a hard cock in his mouth. That wasn’t what he meant when he said he was allowed to be greedy, but right now, he wasn’t going to argue.

Ryker’s tongue teased Nate’s shaft as it slid up and down the side of the hardness then climbed back to the top to suckle the head, causing Nate’s eyes to cross.

The room filled with moans, desperation, and need. Nate’s balls had already drawn close to his body. When his mate slid a finger into Nate’s ass, it was over. He gripped Ryker’s cock tightly, throwing his head back and crying out. Ryker drank him down, swallowing every last drop of his seed.

Hungry for his mate, Nate sucked and licked, pulled and swallowed. He slid the flat of his tongue over the heavy vein then took Ryker down his throat. Ryker fucked his mouth in short bursts, squeezing Nate’s thighs.

With a few tight pumps of his hand, he had Ryker calling out his name. Cum spurted down his throat, and Nate was ravenous for the taste. He was ravenous for everything pertaining to Ryker. The man who had gone through hell to save Nate not once but twice.

Nate pulled back and rested his cheek on Ryker’s thigh, ready for a nap. He lay there, content, listening to the sound of Christmas music somewhere in the house. When he glanced at the window, he smiled. “It’s snowing outside.”

Ryker repositioned them, pulling Nate into his arms. “Think it’ll be a snowstorm?”

Snuggling close, Nate was so freaking happy he didn’t know what to do with himself. “Only if someone needs rescuing.” He placed a kiss over his mate’s heart, smiling at the way Ryker sighed. “Does the offer to carry me still stand?”

His mate kissed his temple, his warm lips lingering. “Honey bear, you’re never leaving my arms.”

THE END

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