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Clive climbed into his lap again and Bain ran his hand down Clive’s lean, muscled thighs. The man had a very pretty cock, slim and not long—perfectly proportioned to his frame.

Then all thoughts just tangled in his brain as Clive pressed that hard cock against Bain’s and started that sexy rubbing again. He couldn’t get a hand between them but didn’t care so much because those soft lips were back on his, Clive’s tongue spearing into his mouth.

His heat, his skin…his lovely scent, it enveloped Bain in a spinning vortex, his heart racing hard. He dug his fingers into the meaty cheeks of Clive’s ass just as Clive’s entire body went still and he held his breath. Then he cried out loudly as he shot a line of cum between them. He continued to come, letting out another harsh cry, hot breath wafting into Bain’s mouth. Warm ropes painted Bain’s chest, and it was more than he could take as he watched Clive come completely undone. It was so fucking beautiful. His own orgasm tore through him fast and hard; he sucked in a deep breath that had more of Clive’s air than his own. Unbearable pleasure washed over him, his head rocking back and his eyes closing as it took him over.

When he could think coherently again, Clive was peppering kisses all over his face, murmuring about fireworks again. Bain couldn’t stop his slow grin. “What are you talking about?” he asked, voice low and gritty.

Clive’s already flushed cheeks turned even more red before he buried his face in Bain’s neck. “I felt them,” he whispered. “Felt the fireworks I’ve always read about. Never had before.”

Bain wrapped his arms tight around this precious human, hugging him close and not giving a shit about the slippery mess between them. “Neither had I,” he whispered back, nuzzling into Clive’s soft curls. “Neither had I.”

Chapter Fourteen

Clive

“Will you sleep in the bed with me tonight?” Clive asked as he forced himself to pull away from Bain’s hard, warm body.

“You couldn’t keep me away from you now.” Bain’s face had sweat gathered over his upper lip and across his forehead and his eyes, those strange snake-like eyes, showed more emotion than Clive would have thought possible. Bain was looking at him like he had become his world.

His heart gave a little, hopeful leap. Bain had said he liked variety, but he’d also told Clive he was glad Clive didn’t like to share. He wanted a relationship with this supernatural man who’d grown important to him so fast. Not only because he’d finally felt those elusive fireworks, but because he genuinely liked Bain. Found him warm and funny despite his first impression of flash. It still stunned him that Bain could be interested in an accountant who liked his world perfectly neat and tidy.

He got the feeling Bain was his complete opposite in all ways. But that could be good. Maybe his structured world could use a good shakeup.

What didn’t seem to be in question was turning him away because he wasn’t even human. No, despite an entire life of fear over the unknown, Clive was sitting in the lap of one of those…others. And he didn’t care about that at all.

“Either what we did scrambled your brain too much, or you are thinking way too much right now,” Bain murmured as he reached up to swipe fingers over the sweat on his lip.

“It’s the first one,” Clive hurriedly said. The last thing he wanted was to for Bain to sense the animated hearts, flowers, and cherubs floating around his head. He pressed a lingering kiss to Bain’s lips then got off his lap, looking down at the remains of their passion smeared all over his chest. “We should shower first.” He held out his hand. “Do that with me, too?”

Bain let Clive tug him to his feet, standing tall over him as he slid his hands on either side of Clive’s neck. His hands covered most of Clive’s throat as he slowly stroked his thumbs over his jaw. “Clive, I want to do everything with you.”

Clive shivered at that rumbling promise, stood on tiptoe to kiss Bain again, then tugged him toward the shower.

If he hadn’t been so exhausted from the earlier terror over that creature in his house, the stress of going to a new location, and the incredible sex, he would have enjoyed the shower a lot more. But partway through, his eyes started drooping, and he began leaning against the much stronger and bigger man—who looked fantastic with water sliding down all those lean, ripped muscles.

Bain just chuckled and finished rinsing him off before he turned off the water, dried them both off, and led Clive into the master suite. They climbed under the covers and at first, Clive tensed at the unfamiliar lavender scent of the bedding, but as soon as Bain wrapped his arms around him, he relaxed. He tucked his nose into Bain’s chest, and though he wanted to talk more, he just couldn’t. Sleep quickly pulled him under.

When he woke, sunlight streamed in through the windows. His entire body immediately went on high alert at the unfamiliar room around him. He’d barely looked at it the day before, having only taken in the warm beige on the walls and the king bed with a striped beige and brown comforter. It had looked cozy, but he was feeling anything but. He abruptly sat up, gaze darting around at the chest of drawers, chair, and forest scene paintings on the walls. There was an overstuffed big chair and ottoman in a cozy little nook in the corner.

Arms wrapped around him and tugged him back down, this time against Bain’s solid, comforting body. He soaked that feeling in as he draped his arm over Bain’s chest. It didn’t take long for his muscles to loosen and for him to slide his leg along Bain’s, enjoying the rasp of hair on their thighs and shins.

“I know it’s unsettling to wake in a strange house, but it’s only temporary.” Bain rubbed his thumb over Clive’s arm.

“I’m okay. I was only startled for a moment before I remembered why I’m here. Tell me about the wards.”

Bain was quiet a few moments, still stroking Clive’s skin. “Though he has wizards skilled in wards doing most of the company’s spells, Xavier did the ones at his office, and he did these. This is his favorite of our houses, so he stays here often. I’m aware the wards are there because they make a low, humming sound in the back of my mind, but you won’t feel them. They’re like a protective bubble that keeps out negative energy. Anyone who comes here with violent intent can’t get through them.”

“You can actually hear them? That must be annoying.”

Bain rubbed his other palm over the arm Clive had draped across his chest. “Not at all. I’m used to them. And I like knowing it’s another layer of defense when it comes to you. Alaric is somewhere outside as well.”

Clive popped his head up to look at Bain. “He is? Should we invite him inside?”

“No. He has a bond with nature—loves it out there.”

“So he’s another…what did you call yourselves?”

“Preternaturals. I’m honestly not fond of that term because it means not normal or natural, and we are all very normal for our kinds. All beings of nature. But it’s been used for longer than I can remember, so it’s a standard word we all use to describe ourselves.”

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