Page 18 of Stealing His Human

Nedrick’s guess that was why Brett had muttered a curse was confirmed when Brett grumbled, “Can’t do up my zipper and button with one hand.” With a growl, even as he allowed Nedrick to reposition his arm upward, Brett groaned... and it wasn’t the good kind of noise. “Damn, that hurts.”

“I’m so sorry, my mate,” Nedrick soothed, rubbing his cheek against the back of Brett’s head. He enjoyed the feel of his human’s soft, thick hair sliding against his face. Brett’s pleasant scent, regardless of the acrid tinge of pain, called to him on the basest of levels, causing his prick to thicken. “I’m so sorry this happened to you.”

While Nedrick knew it wasn’t really his fault, he still kicked himself for not sticking closer to Brett, for not being on hand to stop him from falling. Hearing his mate’s surprised shout, seeing him tumble from view, had damn near given him a heart attack. Nedrick had scrambled down the slippery slope after his human, his heart in his throat and his pulse racing. Hearing Brett return his call had offered him the greatest relief.

“Just bad luck, I suppose,” Brett mumbled, panting softly, obviously trying to get his breathing under control. With a sigh, he murmured, “And being pushed at the wrong bushes.”

Nedrick growled under his breath, sliding his left hand back around Brett’s waist again. “Damn Karissa.” He so wanted to throttle the heartless bitch.

Brett shook his head. “Don’t wanna think about it.” Instead, his mate seemed to be trying to do up his shorts again.

Nedrick decided to revisit that thought another time.

Maybe when my mate isn’t focusing on his shorts. Speaking of which...

“If you don’t mind, I can help you with that,” Nedrick offered.

Freezing in Nedrick’s arms, Brett peered over his shoulder and gave him the side-eye. “Help me with what?”

Slowly sliding his left hand down toward Brett’s waistband, Nedrick felt a rush of arousal surge through him. While the timing might be inappropriate, he couldn’t seem to help himself. For the first time, Nedrick had his mate in his arms, they were alone, and nothing had ever felt so right.

“Help zip and button your shorts,” Nedrick offered, easing his left hand to grip the fabric of Brett’s shorts. Feeling the slide of a different kind of bulge move across the side of his forefinger, Nedrick sucked in a sharp breath. That was when he smelled it, and he couldn’t figure out how he’d missed it before.Arousal.His mate was aroused. “Or help with something else,” Nedrick whispered into Brett’s ear, nuzzling his nose along the side of his neck. “Endorphins are nature’s painkillers.”

Brett swallowed so hard that Nedrick could actually hear it. His mate trembled in his arms. His right hand moved to grip Nedrick’s right wrist at his chest.

“N-Never been, uh, been aroused by a guy like this before,” Brett muttered, discomfort and confusion lacing his tone. “But, shit, if you’re offerin’.”

“I’m offering,” Nedrick confirmed, excitement flooding him. “Just relax, lean on me, and let me take care of everything.”

After letting out a slow, deep breath, Brett leaned against Nedrick, offering his weight.

Nedrick’s wolf howled in his mind at Brett’s trusting move. Smiling, he rubbed his lips along his mate’s column of flesh. As he kissed over the place where Brett’s neck met his shoulder, the place he longed to leave his mark, Nedrick eased his left hand to the elastic band of Brett’s underwear. He rubbed his palm over the human’s lower stomach, teasing his fingers through his mate’s treasure trail, before dipping his fingers beneath the fabric.

Feeling Brett’s semi-erect dick slide across the backs of his fingers, Nedrick carded his fingernails gently through the hair at Brett’s groin. He heard his mate’s breathing hitch. He felt the other man’s prick firming up, lengthening and thickening.

“Mmmm, yeah,” Nedrick murmured, licking the soft skin beneath and just behind Brett’s ear. Smiling at hearing his mate’s gasp, he pressed a kiss to that same spot as he wrapped his fingers around his mate’s length. “Bet your cock is gorgeous. Feels gorgeous.”

“H-How does s-somethin’ feel gorgeous?” Brett muttered, his breathing picking up.

Nedrick chuckled. “Don’t know,” he admitted. “Just does.”

Beginning a slow jacking of Brett’s cock, Nedrick enjoyed the feel of his silky flesh. His man’s bone hardened further within his grip, and when he slid his thumb over the crown, he found it damp. Pausing, Nedrick massaged Brett’s frenulum while dipping his thumbnail into his piss slit.

Brett hissed and bucked his hips, his grip on Nedrick’s right wrist tightening.

Loving that reaction, Nedrick hummed. He lowered his right hand, causing his new and forever lover to shift his grip to his forearm. Nedrick quickly pulled the elastic band of his underwear forward and down, tucking it beneath his sack. While beginning to stroke his erection once more, Nedrick gently cradled Brett’s balls, testing for sensitivity.

“Yesss,” Brett hissed, bucking his hips again. He even shuffled his feet a little, widening his stance. “Fuck yeah. Harder.”

Nedrick grinned against Brett’s neck and did his best to ignore his own aching erection. He obeyed his mate’s command and tightened his grip on his mate’s testicles before easing the hold and rolling his palm around his sack. The soft cry that fell from Brett’s lips, coupled with the way he began rocking in time with his stroking, enflamed Nedrick, and his dick throbbed behind his fly.

Breathing deeply, Nedrick reveled in the heady scent of Brett’s arousal as it swamped his senses.

Gripping Brett’s balls again, giving them a squeeze, Nedrick felt them draw up. Combined with the way Brett panted, how he dug his fingers into Nedrick’s arm, as well as how his cock leaked like a sieve every time he rubbed his thumb over the crown on the upstroke, told the story. His mate was close.

“Come for me,” Nedrick whispered huskily into Brett’s ear. “Give in to the pleasure I give you.” He nipped at his mate’s earlobe, drawing a gasp from him. Before sucking on Brett’s neck once more, he again urged, “Come for me, mate.”

Issuing a low, husky moan, Brett did just that. His cock pulsed in Nedrick’s hand as he continued to stroke him. Hot cum spurted, coating Nedrick’s fingers. The delicious scent of his mate’s seed filled his nostrils.

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