Page 54 of Hounded: Ashes to Ashes

The sting of tears that wouldn’t fall assaulted my eyes again, and I dove into him, starting a journey down his torso.

I flicked my tongue across one nipple, then the other, kissed a trail along his abdomen and nibbled on his hip bones. Every few breaths, I paused to whisper what the phoenix soul was crowing in my mind.

“These are mine… this is mine…”

I kissed his scars because they were mine, too. Pressed my fingertips to the jagged pink lines on his ribs, stomach, arms…

Loren shifted and sighed as I made my way across the canvas of his skin. When my hand slid beneath the waistband of his underwear, he hissed a breath.

Wrapping my fingers around his stiffening cock, I gave it a squeeze. “This isdefinitelymine.”

He reached for me, grabbing the nape of my neck and pulling me up for a searing kiss.

I threaded my tongue between his teeth, filling his mouth and thinkingmine, mine, mine.

I kept my grip on his shaft, slowly stroking while I maneuvered myself to lay fully on top of him. I kissed his jaw, his neck, his shoulders, then returned to his lips where I hovered, barely an inch away.

Loren arched up to meet me, but I pulled back, keeping just beyond reach as I whispered, “Tell me you’re mine. Say it.”

“I’m yours,” he breathed.

Heat rushed through me, sparking little fires in my fingers and toes and pooling in my groin. I stroked him once more, then pulled away.

Crawling across the mattress, I slung open the bedside table drawer and grabbed the bottle of lube on top. I’d suggested leaving it on the tabletop, even offered to put it in a cute soap pump, but Loren argued that would be indecent.

I smirked. A little bit of KY wasn’t half as “indecent” as the other goodies we had stowed away.

However, as I rooted through the menagerie, one thing became immediately apparent.

“What happened to my tentacle?” I whipped around to find Loren sprawled out and feigning ignorance. Poorly.

“I’m replacing that,” I told him. “We’ll need it next time we watchDeep Sea Disass-ter.”

He groaned, and I laughed again before resuming my search. Tucked in the back corner, I found what I was looking for.

Drawing the black rubber butt plug from hiding, I turned with it held high.

“You keptthis,” I said in a sing-song voice, relishing the blush that spread across his face. “Don’t worry,” I assured him. “You won’t have to look at it for long.”

I crept back over to him and grabbed the waist of his boxer briefs to pull them down. He lifted his ass without me even asking, and I flung the garment aside. His cock sprung free, fully hard and goddamn delectable. I licked my lips, then pushed his legs up one at a time to expose his asshole.

Scooping the lube bottle off the bed, I pumped it onto the toy’s slick surface, ensuring it was thoroughly coated.

When I checked again, Loren was holding his knees apart in the nearest thing to a plea.

“You want me to fuck you, baby?” I cooed.

His head dipped in a scarce nod.

God, he was so fucking cute like this. Needy. Horny.

I put the plug to his hole, situating my grip before pushing the tapered end barely inside. Loren shuddered beneath me and covered his face with his hands as I nudged the toy deeper. It was big, but I wanted to stretch him, fill him up while he filled me.

Another press toward the flared base opened him wide, and Loren groaned low and guttural. I pulled the toy out and set it aside, needing to feel him for myself. My fingers invaded him, two at once, squeezing through the ring of muscle as he clenched around me.

“Easy, baby,” I murmured. “Let me take care of you, love.”

I spread my digits, working them inside him with gentle thrusts as he started to relax. When my fingertips brushed over his prostate, he moaned again, muffling his cries into his palms.

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