Page 111 of Covenant

I’m not a hundred percent sure if he’s joking or not.

By the time we roll through the front door of our home, dawn is peeking over the horizon. I should be exhausted, but as I toe my shoes off, there’s only one thing on my mind.

And it’s not sleeping.

From the predatory glance Matt shoots me before heading for the stairs, I know we’re on the same page.

Like we so often are these days, I realize. When did that stop surprising me?

Weeks ago, I think as Matthias starts to strip out of his shirt. I stare at his back, those lean muscles there as he walks into the bedroom and I follow. Our shirts hit the floor as I move up behind him, my hands sliding up his chest. His breathing hitches as my lips hit the side of his neck.

“I’m going to wreck you,” I murmur, and he groans as my fingers drag down his stomach to the button of his pants.

“You already have,” he replies as I shove his pants down his thighs, taking his boxers with him, leaving him completely bare.

My hand wraps around his cock and he thrusts his hips forward, dragging it in and out of my fist. Fuck, I want to be inside of him. Watching him tonight, intense and competitive with his brothers, knowing he’d submit to me when we arrived home…

And he is. Begging for it, with his body, with his mouth.

My free hand tugs on his balls and he arches his head back against my shoulder, allowing me access to more of him.

“God, you feel so good, Wy.”

“Because I was made for you,” I whisper, and he shudders as I let go of him and push him forward, his hands falling on the mattress. His ass arches out, his head turning slightly so that he can watch as I pull my cock out and stroke it.

“Fuck me. Please.”

“Always begging for it,” I say roughly as I grab the lube and squirt it down his crack. My fingers work him open, one and then two, until he’s panting. I can’t wait any longer. I need to be in him. I slick up my cock and then push into him. He gasps, his cheeks flexing as I take him slowly.

When I’m all the way in, I hold myself there, letting my lips trail down his spine, feeling the way his skin shivers against my lips.

I’m obsessed with him, the way he moves, the way he speaks, the way he takes me so well every time.

I ease my hips back, dragging my cock from his hole, and then slam back in.

He groans, his forehead hitting the mattress as I piston in and out of him, the slap of our skin loud in the silent room. My fingers dig into the flesh at his hips as I drag him back, my body already giving in to him, to the sensations. I feel my balls draw up and I stop, not wanting this to end.

Holding myself inside of him, I pull him up against me, his back against my chest as I touch his dick.

“Wy,” he breathes.

“I don’t want to come. Not yet.”

He turns his head and our lips meet, tongues tangling in a filthy kiss. The feel of him against me, surrounding me…my hips move without me telling them to. I fuck into him, listening to him give those small, desperate grunts as I bring us both closer and closer to the edge.

My hand works his cock in time with each thrust upward and when his ass contracts around my dick, strangling it, his cock pulsing with release, I feel myself unable to hold it in any longer. I explode into him, marking him, filling him up.

Something rushes through me. Not just desire, or ecstasy.

No. This is far more dangerous. I don’t look at it closely. I can’t.

It’ll drag me under.

My cock slips from him and I watch as my cum drips from his ass, down his thighs, and onto the floor.

Fuck.

I love seeing a part of me inside of him, owning him.

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