Page 120 of Threadbound

A small smile flitted over his lips. “Because I realized how much I need you.”

“For your magic?”

“No.”Just you.Bran pulled Jamie’s lips back to his own, and the moment they met, Jamie leaned into the kiss, his hands on Bran’s hips pulling him close. Jamie didn’t mean to give in, to let desire rush through his blood, to claim Bran’s mouth.Mine.

Bran didn’t resist him, instead melting into Jamie’s arms.Yours. Jamie didn’t shy from the bond this time, instead liftingBran off his feet, turning so that he could set the smaller fae on the edge of the counter, his lips almost bruising with their force.

Heat burned between them, desire crashing through Jamie’s blood with a force that made his knees weak and his sweatpants uncomfortably tight.He tore himself away from Bran’s mouth. “God, how do you do this to me?”

Bran’s hands slid up under his shirt, and Jamie groaned at the sensation of Bran’s hands on his skin. “I canna help myself,” the fae murmured as he pulled Jamie between his legs.

Jamie pulled back far enough to look into those bottomless green eyes. “Is this magic?”

“No more than the sun or moon or sea,” came the answer.

To Jamie, Bran seemed just as inevitable and impossible to resist.

Bran pulled at his shirt, and Jamie peeled it off, groaning when his fingers met nothing but skin when he reached out for Bran again. “God, your skin,” he breathed, burying his face in the crook where Bran’s neck met his shoulder.

Need you. Hands pushed at the waistband of Jamie’s sweats, and he shimmied a little to help Bran push them down, freeing his already-hard-and-aching cock.

“How do you do this to me?” he asked again, not really expecting an answer.

“How doyou?” came the breathless reply.

Jamie knew he should be more gentle. Knew that he’d already been rough enough with Bran, but his body didn’t seem to care. He wanted desperately to bury himself in Bran’s body, to lose himself in Bran’s heat.

More.

Jamie groaned. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he gasped out as Bran’s strong legs hooked behind his hips and pulled them together.

A smile played across the fae’s lips. “You willna hurt me like this,” came his reply, echoing the same thing he’d said that first night after their threadbinding.

“Need… lube,” Jamie managed, although words were becoming difficult as Bran ground their hips together.

“Still loose enough,” came the gasped response, and Jamie’s hips bucked at the idea that Bran’s body was still ready, still open from a few hours ago that he could just…

Bran shifted, one hand taking Jamie’s aching cock and lining it up, his hips at the very edge of the counter.

“God,” Jamie moaned as Bran’s legs pulled him home, his muscles still loose enough and the lube Jamie’d used earlier still able to ease Jamie’s way into his body. His hands held Bran’s hips, keeping him from falling or sliding as the fae threaded his arms around Jamie’s neck, thighs tight at Jamie’s waist as he used his legs to pump Jamie in and out of his body.

More.

That voice, desperate and needy, did things to Jamie that he didn’t understand and utterly lacked the ability to fight. Not that he wanted to. What he wanted was to bury himself in Bran over and over. An ache settled in his chest—not unpleasant, but still there. So he tried to fill it with Bran—his smell, the feel of his skin, the feel of hisbody…

“Ach… Jamie,” the fae gasped as Jamie snapped his hips forward, driving them both closer to the edge.

“Bran,” Jamie breathed, adjusting his stance so that he could better hit the nerves inside Bran’s body. The fae whimpered, talons digging into Jamie’s shoulders. The pinpricks of pain went straight to Jamie’s groin, and he thrust harder, faster, his hands holding Bran in place as he give himself over to need and desire.

In his arms, Bran cried out, his body tightening around Jamie as heat pumped from him and onto Jamie’s stomach.Jamie all-but-crushed Bran to his body as he came, throbbing out his release into the fae’s tight body.

His legs weak, Jamie buried his face in Bran’s shoulder, leaning his weight forward as he clung to Bran for physical as well as emotional support.

Fingers ran through his hair, smoothing, soothing. “Jamie?”

“Are—are you okay?”

Lips pressed against his forehead. “Aye, of course.”

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