Page 18 of Dewitched

“Come on,talei. Let’s get you dry.”

Owen nodded and backed away with visible reluctance. “Yes, please.”

Ducking into the small bathroom, Fenix grabbed a towel and brought it back, tossing it over his mate’s head. Then he went to the dresser by the window and dug through the drawers for a pair of sleep pants and a long-sleeved tee.

“Why didn’t you call me?” he asked as he passed him the clothes.

“My phone is broken.”

Right. Damn it.

“I’ll buy you a new one tomorrow.” It was the perfect excuse to get him into the city. “Go on.”

He turned him toward the bathroom and gave him a slight push. No way his good intentions would survive watching the mage undress in front of him.

Owen thanked him and hurried into the en suite. When he returned a few minutes later, his hair had mostly dried, and some color had returned to his face. The legs of his pants pooled around his feet, and the top hung down to the middle of histhighs. Instead of rolling the sleeves, he fisted the excess fabric in his hands, making him look far too tempting for his own good.

Oh, who was he kidding? The guy looked fucking edible in anything, but there was something about seeing Owen in his clothes that flipped all his switches.

“Are you warm enough?”

Owen nodded, then jumped and squeezed his eyes closed when thunder boomed overhead. “I thought it was supposed to snow in Colorado.”

“The storm will pass soon.” Rounding the bed, he flipped the covers back and motioned for his mate to climb in. “If you’re uncomfortable,” he added when Owen hesitated, “I can sleep on the floor.”

“No. I’m not uncomfortable.” As if to prove his point, he dove onto the bed and slid under the blankets. “Thank you.”

“Stop thanking me,” Fenix grumbled as he joined him.

Secretly, he enjoyed knowing his mate needed him. Loved being his literal safe harbor in the storm.

Once they were settled, he took all the guess work out of the situation by curling his arm around Owen’s waist and pulling him close. “Sleep.”

He punctuated the command with what was meant to be a chaste kiss. The moment their lips touched, however, his traitorous body responded by lighting up like Christmas morning. Not wanting to put undue pressure on his mate, he tried to pull away, to leash his own selfish desires.

When Owen followed him, chasing his lips with a quiet, needy moan, all bets were off.

With a dark, possessive growl, he captured his mate’s mouth again, rolling Owen beneath him to trap his slim frame against the mattress. The answering whimper when he thrust his tongue between the mage’s lips sent fire coursing through his veins.

Gods above, he tasted like heaven, and the way his soft body molded against him, the way he fit so perfectly, could only be by celestial design. He wanted him, craved him, but he needed to be honest with himself.

Gentleness did not come easily. Things like romance and tenderness had never been a part of his vocabulary. Owen deserved more than a quick romp and a rough ride, but he had little to offer in the way of sweet seduction.

“Touch me,” Owen whispered, catching Fenix’s bottom lip between his teeth as he arched into him.

Fuuuck.

The quiet plea undid him, and he slanted their mouths together to pillage the sweet depths. He licked and tasted, tracing every inch until his head spun with his growing need.

No passive participant, Owen tangled his fingers in Fenix’s hair, holding him close as their tongues slid together, twining and sliding in an intimate dance. Realizing he didn’t need to be perfect, just present, Fenix pushed aside his own desires and focused on the incredible creature before him.

He took his time, unwrapping Owen between kisses like the gift he was, laying him bare to his gaze. Gods, he was beautiful. All long, lean lines wrapped in the softest, smoothest skin. A flush covered his fair complexion, a delicate pink that only added to his allure.

Sliding down his mate’s body, he mapped each inch of him with his hands and mouth, committing every curve, valley, and freckle to memory. He dragged the ridge of his thumbnail over one of Owen’s erect nipples, loving the way he hissed and arched into the pressure.

At the apex of his slender thighs, he skimmed his nose along the crease, inhaling his mate’s scent before sucking the sensitive flesh between his lips. As he continued to nip and tease, he fistedhis palm around the base of Owen’s swollen cock and stroked him lightly from root to crown.

Fuck, he adored the way the guy reacted to his touch, how he writhed and flexed, searching for more. Fenix had never been much for foreplay, but everything felt different with Owen. Having no end in mind allowed him to enjoy the journey, and he found that bringing the male pleasure gave him a deep sense of satisfaction.

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