Page 68 of Covenant

I lean against the side of the pool as something desperate pushes through me. He’s always fucking leaving me.

No. Not this time.

My fingers curl on the cement and I pull myself out of the pool, walking so quickly into the house that I almost slip and fall on the wet tile. But I catch myself as the adrenaline spurs me forward, striding toward the hallway that I assume holds the rooms.

Without hesitation, I push open the doors to the rooms one by one until I find the one Matthias is in. He’s stripped down to his boxers, his eyes surprised when he sees me stalking toward him.

“What are you doing?” he asks, his cheeks flushed.

I don’t say a word in response, just continue toward him, my hands landing on his chest and pushing him roughly against the wall. His head knocks against the plaster as I lean into him.

“Wy,” he whispers as my fingers sink into his hair andpull.

“Shut up. Just don’t fucking speak.”

My lips slam onto his and he groans as our bodies twine together, his hands sliding to my ass and pulling me against him. Closer. So close. I can feel the beat of his heart against my chest, the way his cock thickens in his boxers.

Mine is already hard, rutting against his as I thrust my hips against him. Over and over. More. Give me fuckingmore.

He moans as I fuck my tongue into him, licking my way around his mouth. Our teeth clash and I swallow the filthy sounds he’s making. My own groans are slipping from my throat, telling him exactly how much I like this.

How much I want this.

Oh fuck. Ohfuck. This…this…

His fingers curl into my ass cheeks as the two of us grind against each other, wet and desperate.

I can feel my cock leaking, can feel my balls hard and drawing up.

His moans, the way he tastes.

I kiss him harder, and he whimpers. Needy.

Matthias Buckingham needs me.

I grind into him harder, pulling him toward the edge. And who am I kidding? I’m teetering right there with him, ready to fall, to let him fucking destroy me just like all those years ago.

Tearing me apart, piece by piece.

My lips pull away from his and I stare into his eyes, our gazes locked as I continue to move against him.

“Wy,” he breathes, and I lean forward, brushing my lips against his earlobe, feeling him tremble.

“You gonna come, Matt?”

He groans, and then I feel it, his body shaking, tensing. And the knowledge I made him come lights something inside of me. My cock aches for release, but he’s still tumbling over that edge, his orgasm long and intense. Finally, he sags against me, his forehead hitting my shoulder. I can hear him breathing, rasping as he holds on to me.

“Oh my god,” he murmurs. “I can’t—that happened. Oh god.”

I don’t move, just stand there, waiting.

And then without warning, without a word, he falls to his knees and his nose drags up my bare cock. I watch as he opens his mouth and engulfs me. The sensation, warm, tight.

It’s too much.

My eyes roll back in my head and my fingers curl into his hair as he pulls me into him.

I glance back down and his eyes are on my face, those dark irises lighting up when he sees the way I want this.

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