Page 36 of Rescued

His voice is rich and low, and it hits me right in the gut—and lower. My cock swells fast and hard, so quickly that it’s almost painful. Jesus, this man is dangerous. I shove back against him, grinding my ass into his palms.

“Can be,” I manage to get out, but the rest of the sentence is lost when Mika spins me around and claims my mouth with a kiss that’s nothing short of devouring.

I respond just as hungrily, our tongues mimicking the act we’re both desperate for. Clothes are discarded in a frenzy as we stumble to the bedroom, leaving a trail through the house. By the time my back hits the mattress, I’m panting, my body already aching for him. Mika follows me down, bracing himself on his forearms above me, his weight just enough to make me feel pinned but not trapped.

A sudden thought cuts through my haze of lust. “Condoms,” I groan, smacking Mika lightly on the chest. “I don’t have any condoms!”

The frustration in my voice is nearly enough to make me cry. I need him. Now. But I can’t—won’t—risk it without protection.

Mika stills, his golden-brown eyes locking onto mine. “Look at me, Gabe. What do you see?”

I blink up at him, confused. My brain is a foggy mess of want, and concentrating is next to impossible. “What?” I shake my head, trying to make sense of his words.

“You didn’t notice that all my wounds are healed? Not even a scar?” Mika’s voice is low, almost smug, as he shifts slightly, letting me touch his side.

Myfingers move on instinct, tracing over the spots where the bullet had torn through him. The skin is smooth and flawless. Not a mark remains. “You…healed,” I murmur, still trying to process. “What does that mean?”

“It means,” Mika dips down to nip at my cheek, his lips curling into a grin, “that shifters heal fast. We’re immune to almost every disease, except for things like cancer. That’s rare, though.”

My heart pounds, the implications of his words sinking in. “So we don’t need condoms?” The thought alone makes me squirm, my cock throbbing painfully. I fucking love the idea of barebacking with him.

Mika watches me carefully, his gaze softening. “I’ll understand if you’re not comfortable with that. I’ve always used condoms with non-shifters. We can wait—”

“No!” I cut him off, the word bursting out of me without hesitation. I’m not even embarrassed by how eager I sound. “No, Mika. I trust you. I can see for myself that you’re…perfect.” My pulse races as I admit, “I’ve never barebacked before, but I want this. I want you. Like this, now.”

I pull him down into another kiss, open and desperate, and feel him relax against me. His weight, his warmth, his presence—all of it floods me with need. There’s no hesitation left in me.

“Thank you,” Mika murmurs against my lips. His voice is soft, almost reverent, and I know what he means without him having to explain. He’s thanking me for trusting him, for believing in him. But he doesn’t need to thank me, not for that. I bite his lower lip, tugging gently to make my point. The way his golden-brown eyes darken with heat tells me he gets the message loud and clear.

Mika grinds his hips into mine, and the friction of our cocks rubbing together pulls a moan from deep in my chest. Our mouths meet again in a clash of need, all sucking, nipping, and devouring. My head spinsfrom the intensity of it, from the way he makes me feel like I’m about to fly apart.

When he pulls back, I almost protest, but the words die on my lips as Mika’s tongue trails down the side of my neck. He moves lower, his mouth finding one of my nipples, and he bites lightly. The jolt of sensation arcs through me like lightning, my back arching off the bed as I clutch at his head.

“Fuck! Mika, please!” My voice is raw, hoarse with desperation. “Again!”

He obliges, raking his teeth across the sensitive bud while pinching the other between his fingers, hard, sending sensation straight down to my raging hard-on and making it pulse. My eyes roll back, pleasure coursing through me in waves. I’ve never felt this out of control, thisalive.

“Soon, Gabriel,” Mika says, his voice a low growl that sends shivers down my spine. “Just let me taste you.”

I barely register his words before his shoulders are between my thighs. “Bend your legs, babe,” he urges.

I jerk my legs up so fast that my heels slap my own ass. Mika’s laugh is deep and rich, filled with amusement, but it’s quickly replaced by a groan as he leans in to lave my balls with his tongue. His hands come up to part my cheeks, his thumbs brushing over my hole in featherlight strokes.

“Oh God,” I groan, trying to push back against his thumbs, needing more. The tease is maddening, the pleasure he’s building almost unbearable.

Mika doesn’t leave me wanting for long. He takes the head of my cock into his mouth, his hot tongue swirling around it just as one thumb presses inward, breaching my hole. I feel the warmth of his breath, then the wet heat of his tongue swirling around my tip. A soundescapes me, something between a groan and a gasp, as I tangle my fingers in his hair. He takes control, his hands wrapping around my base, working up and down in rhythm with his mouth.

He toys with my frenulum each time he glides up, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core. His tongue is magic, flicking and teasing, driving me closer to the edge.

“Just like that,” I pant out, my voice ragged with desire. “You look so fucking hot with my dick in your mouth.” He moans around me, sending vibrations through my length, making me shudder.

I can feel his fingers digging into my thighs as he holds himself up, his short nails leaving halfmoons in my skin. The grip on his hair pulls taut as I start to move, thrusting upwards, fucking his mouth with abandon. He takes it like a champ, his eyes watering but never breaking contact with mine.

“Fuck, Mika—” My words dissolve into a strangled cry, my entire body straining with the force of it.

I can feel the saliva building up, running down his chin, coating his fingers, making the glide around my balls slick and easy. He slurps and gags, coughing around me, but he doesn’t stop. He keeps sucking, keeps taking me deeper into his throat.

I’m close, so fucking close. The sensation builds in my balls, tightening like a coil ready to spring.

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