Page 88 of Walking in Darkness

“You heard our mate. Get comfortable,” Hudson said. “And for us? That’s naked.”

Hudson wasn’t wrong. Although he didn’t understand why Hudson had pushed him down on the couch. He reached for his pants, but Hudson pointed a finger at him.

“No.”

“No?”

“No. Hands off. Just sit there.”

“Okay? Then how am I supposed to—”

Hudson untucked his shirt. Connie caught a glimpse of Hudson’s abs as he slowly lifted the shirt up. His mouth watered as skin was slowly revealed. Hudson pulled it over his head, his hair fluttering around him as he tossed it aside.

Connie watched it drift to the floor. Slowly, he raised his gaze and admired the chiseled chest in front of him. He swallowed as the urge to lick every square inch hit him.

His dragon agreed. His fingers itched to explore all that acreage of tanned skin. He licked his lips as Hudson’s hand dropped to his waist, then paused.

“Don’t stop,” he whispered. He was completely invested in the striptease.

“Got to give in order to receive.”

Oh, so it was like that, was it? He clasped the tail of his shirt and slowly worked it up. Inch by tantalizing inch, he exposed his chest, watching Hudson’s throat work as he gulped, his eyes glued to the strip of skin Connie exposed.

That spicy scent he associated with Hudson filled the room. He glanced down and was pleased to see his mate was just as hard as he was. Hudson growled, the sound rolling across the room in invisible waves and smacking into him.

Connie shivered in pleasure. The sound was full of power and promise. He glanced back at Hudson’s face, and the beautiful eyes of his dragon stared back at him.

“Take it off.”

Wasn’t that just like a royal? Demanding, demanding, demanding. Connie whipped the shirt over his head, smirked, and slung it at him.

Hudson caught it one-handed, brought it to his nose, and inhaled deeply. His eyelids fluttered closed, then popped open. That searing gaze latched on to him, freezing Connie. He and his dragon shivered.

“Your turn,” Connie whispered.

Hudson toed off his shoes and kicked them across the room. Connie didn’t even blink. Shoes weren’t what was holding his attention. He fought the urge to squirm as Hudson unsnapped his leather pants, letting them fall from his hips.

Connie’s eyes crossed when Hudson finally stopped and freed his cock from the material imprisoning him.

Gaura help him. Hudson’s cock was the most perfect cock in creation. Thick with gorgeous veins, it curved ever so slightly to the right. Nestled under it were perfectly formed heavy balls that he loved to suck.

“Off. All of it. Please.”

Another smirk greeted his request, then Hudson let his leathers drop to the floor. He stepped out of them and kicked them across the room, where they joined his shoes and other clothes.

Connie was pretty sure he stopped breathing. He wanted to ask Hudson to bring that cock over to him so he could wrap his lips around it and… and every thought he had fell out of his head when Hudson turned his back to him.

By Gaura, Hudson’s ass was a work of art. It was really a shame the man didn’t bottom much, but he said it didn’t feel good. Connie’s breath caught. Hudson might not be fond of bottoming, but he was a huge fan of getting his ass ate.

Hudson calmly removed his socks. “Enjoying the view?”

“Absolutely. I’d like it a lot better if you’d bring that ass over here.”

“I will just as soon as you strip. Fair is fair.”

Connie was off the couch and on his feet before Hudson could blink. He envisioned himself slinking out of his leather pants in a sexy little striptease that would drive Hudson crazy. Instead, he seemed to be all thumbs.

The leather pants were determined to cling to every freaking piece of skin. He tugged, pulled, and yanked in an effort to get the sticky material off of him.

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