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Hell, Lewis wouldn’t be surprised if he was already halfway there. He wanted to spend all of his time with Kennedy. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with his mate. This was only the beginning, and he couldn’t wait to see what came next. He knew Kennedy would always cherish and protect him and would make sure he knew he was loved. That was all Lewis needed.

He pulled Kennedy closer and kissed him again. Kennedy chuckled and pressed Lewis against the door, but Lewis didn’t want to do this on his doorstep. He scrambled to unlock the door without looking at it, not wanting to let go of Kennedy. It took a few tries, but he finally felt the door move behind his back, and he almost fell through. Kennedy was there, though, hooking an arm around his waist and hauling him up.

Lewis squeaked as he wrapped his legs around his mate’s waist. He wasn’t surprised that Kennedy could hold him up so easily. Lewis was short and light, with no muscles, unlike his brother. He probably felt like a feather to Kennedy.

Apparently, Kennedy remembered where the bedroom was because he headed there without hesitation. Lewis clung to him, eager to find out what would happen next. He didn’t care what they did. He just wanted to feel Kennedy against him.

This was the first time they would be together, but it would be far from the last.

The bedroom door was open, and Kennedy walked in. He strode to the bed, but he didn’t throw Lewis on top of it like Lewis had expected. Instead, he lowered him down nice and slow, still kissing him as if he was oxygen and he needed him to live.

Only when Lewis was spread out on his back did Kennedy lean away. He smiled, still soft and gentle, and reached down to take off Lewis’s shoes. “You’re gorgeous,” he said, his voice little more than a whisper that still sounded too loud in the quiet room.

Lewis didn’t know how to answer, so instead, he took off his jacket. He had to fight with his sweater because it got stuck around his head, but by the time he was free, Kennedy had taken off Lewis’s shoes and socks and had done the same for himself. His jacket came next, and then, he was crawling on the bed, hovering over Lewis as if he didn’t quite know what to do. Lewis didn’t know, either, but he pushed a hand under Kennedy’s hoodie, eager to touch his skin. He stroked upward, then stopped to press a hand above Kennedy’s heart.

Kennedy grabbed his wrist. For a moment, Lewis thought it was to stop him, but instead, he pressed his hand harder against his chest. “Do it.”

Lewis only hesitated for a second. Then, he focused on Kennedy’s warm skin and on the bond he could feel between them.

It was still soft, a possibility they didn’t have to take. Nothing would happen if they decided not to bond. The bond would always be there, a slight ache at the back of their minds, reminding them of what they’d given up. Lewis had no intention of giving anything up, though, least of all Kennedy. He grabbed the bond with his mind, and as he felt his hand warm up, he didn’t look away from his mate’s face. Kennedy was staring back, and they continued doing so as they both felt the tentative bond click into place.

It wasn’t complete yet. Kennedy was a shifter, so he’d have to drink Lewis’s blood to complete the bond, something he wasn’t exactly looking forward to. He’d do it, though. He’d do anything if it meant having Kennedy in his life.

He pushed up Kennedy’s hoodie and the t-shirt under it, fighting with them until Kennedy leaned back and took them off. Lewis felt hot all over and smug at the sight of their initials branded on Kennedy’s skin. Now, anyone who saw him without his shirt on would know he belonged to Lewis. Lewis had never been a possessive man, but it looked like when it came to his mate, he was.

He pulled down Kennedy, eager to feel him again. Kennedy came with a chuckle, clearly not one bit surprised or disturbed by the way Lewis was behaving. He didn’t even say anything when Lewis kissed down his jaw and to his neck, pausing to bite the soft skin there. He had blunt human teeth, so he didn’t do any damage, but he was suddenly tempted to taste Kennedy’s blood.

“There are easier ways to do this, sweetheart,” Kennedy murmured as he reached up.

Lewis didn’t have the time to freak out or rethink this because Kennedy leaned forward and cupped the back of his head, angling him so he’d have enough space to press his lips against Lewis’s neck. For a second, Lewis panicked. He leaned away, afraid of the pain.

It did hurt when Kennedy bit him, but it didn’t last long.

Lewis could feel that Kennedy was a bit hesitant as he sealed his lips on the wound. Kennedy made a rumbling sound that Lewis could feel against his chest and pressed harder against him. Kennedy might be afraid that Lewis had changed his mind, but he hadn’t. He wanted to finish this.

Kennedy thrust forward with his hips. He was hard. They both were, which wasn’t a surprise considering what they were doing. Lewis was still fully clothed, wearing jeans and a t-shirt with the collar kept away from his neck by one of Kennedy’s hands, while Kennedy only had his jeans on. Lewis wished they could both be naked, but this was fine, too.

He hooked his legs around Kennedy’s waist and pushed closer, causing Kennedy to groan. Kennedy’s arms wrapped around Lewis as if trapping him, but that was okay because he didn’t want to be free.

Kennedy continued drinking from Lewis’s neck as they rutted against each other. Lewis stroked his hands up and down Kennedy’s back, then clung to his shoulders, writhing under him with no shame. Kennedy would never make fun of him for his reactions, even if they were ridiculous. He doubted Kennedy was noticing much, anyway. He was thrusting against Lewis, pressing him into the mattress and murmuring Lewis’s name.

They’d found a comfortable rhythm, but all of that changed when Lewis felt the bond between them snap into place. He jerked away and sucked in a breath, resisting the urge to scream even though he wanted to. He had neighbors, and he didn’t fancy any of them calling the cops.

Kennedy seemed to understand the problem and caught Lewis’s lips with his. Lewis trembled as he clung to his mate. The bond was finally in place. It told him how much Kennedy wanted him. Their pleasure was heightened thanks to it, and it took an embarrassingly short time for Lewis to come in his jeans.

He gulped, trying to breathe as Kennedy continued moving on top of him. He wasn’t sure when Kennedy came, but eventually, his mate stopped moving and dropped more of his weight on top of him.

Lewis didn’t mind. In fact, he hoped this would happen every time they shared a bed.

He could feel Kennedy in his mind, warm and sated, a beacon of happiness. He tried to push the way he felt toward Kennedy, wanting him to know, and it earned him a grumble and a kiss on the neck. He shivered, but for now, that was all there was to it. “Give me half an hour,” he murmured.

Kennedy laughed, his body making Lewis shake, too. “You can have all the time in the world, sweetheart.”

Because they were bonded. Because they were mates, and they were each other’s future.

Chapter Six

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