Page 96 of Devoted

That was good enough for me.

His grunt as he came wasn’t as loud as mine had been, which was probably a good thing. Fuck, I hoped none of the others had heard.

White spilled over his hand and my mouth watered. I reached down, gripping under his shoulders and scooping him up before steadying him on his feet. Fortunately, the spray from the shower was far enough to not have rinsed it away.

Confusion joined the ebbing desire in Sam’s eyes “Zeke? What are you doing?”

“What I’ve been dreaming about since I heard you come over the phone,” I said roughly, grabbing his wrist. “Tasting you.”

I licked up every drop of his cum, not letting any fall. It was only when I was done that I realised that Sam might not enjoy having someonelickhim clean.

Sure enough, Sam was frozen, his mouth agape. I dropped his hand quickly, clearing my throat as I reached for the shower gel. “Sorry, guess that was me being a bit intense again. Here, I can clean you up proper?—”

I didn’t get a chance to finish my sentence before Sam surged towards me. His mouth met mine, his feet sliding as he threw himself into my arms.

Shit.The shower gel clattered to the floor as my arms went around him to stop him falling. Thankfully, balance wasn’t something I ever had an issue with.

With him safe, I let myself sink into his kiss. It was a thorough kiss too. Sam must’ve been able to taste himself on my tongue.

My cock twitched, hardening again.

“Never apologise,” he said breathlessly when he finally pulled away. “Don’t question or censor yourself with me, Zeke. I likeyou.That means I like youexactlyas you are. Okay?”

“Okay, but you have to promise to tell me when you’re feeling uncomfortable.”

He leaned his forehead on my shoulder, but I didn’t miss the dimple in his cheek as he smiled. “I always do, don’t I?”

“If you say so.” Sure, he’d opened up about several things, but often just because I’d pushed him on it. How much more did I have to learn about Sam? Fuck, I couldn’t wait to discover it all.

He hummed like he could tell exactly what I was thinking. “I’m not the only one not being completely open. And that’s okay, we have time to get to know each other…right?”

“Right,” I echoed back hollowly.

Sam was right—there was a lot he had to get to know about me. Not just the angel stuff either, but about my past. About my father. About my temper.

There was nothing I could learn about Sam that would make me walk away.

I just wished I knew if he’d feel the same when the situation was reversed.

Sam’s grumbling stomach had driven us out of the shower and down into the kitchen. I’d offered to have one of the others bring us food again, but Sam had flushed scarlet before muttering, “And have them think I’m lazy or being rude? No thank you.”

They wouldn’t do that. They’d be far more likely to assume we were too busy fucking to leave my rooms. Or that I was keeping my new mate all to myself.

Quite frankly, both of those sounded preferable to facing my unit again. But, if things went to plan, Sam was going to be here for the long haul. These angels would become his family, just as they were mine.

The sooner Sam felt comfortable here, the better. And the only way to make that happen was for him to spend time with them.

Despite this, my shoulders were tense as I led Sam down into the kitchen. They’d behaved okay that morning, but who knew how long that’d last? Barely a day passed without one of them pissing me off intentionally, god only knew whether they’d stop because Sam was here.

My shoulders relaxed when I realised it was quieter than earlier. Rami and Noah were sat at the table, chatting. Nox was also there, but ignoring them as he read a newspaper.

Not the best combination, but not the worst. The twins were absent, so I was counting that as a win.

All of them would’ve heard us enter, but not one of them acknowledged us. Not out of rudeness, I knew, but to not make Sam feel uncomfortable.

If they kept up this level of thoughtfulness, I’d have to just maim them next time they pissed me off. I’d save the murder for the twins.

“Afternoon,” I said, keeping my arm firmly around Sam’s shoulders. “Thought we’d come and see what’s for lunch.”

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