Page 14 of Triumphant Kings

He swallows the sound with a small growl of his own. The kiss grows harder, more heated as he walks me backwards into my room, closing the door behind him.

I gasp when I’m spun around and shoved against the door. “W-whats going on?” I stammer out, panting heavily as my head spins.

“I’ve been a fucking idiot,” Preston says, kissing me again, his tongue demanding its way into my mouth. My eyes flutter closed again, reveling in the feeling of his body against mine.

I moan in pleasure as he shoves his thigh between my legs, my fully hard cock grinding against it. He rips his lips from mine, and I almost cry out at the loss, needing to taste him again,begging this isn’t going to be ripped away from me like before. “I’ve been so in my own head, too worried about my own fucked up life, to see the best things I’ll ever have are right in front of me. I’m done running, Declan. I love you.” His wild eyes stare into my soul, and everything feels right in the world again. “No more hot and cold. No more running. No more denying what's meant to be mine. If you’ll still have me, I want to be yours, Declan.” The vulnerability in his words is not something I’m used to from him.

Preston has always been a hard, closed-off guy to the world, only letting out small parts of his softer side when he’s around me. But even then, it wasn’t very often.

So I know this isn’t just words to bullshit me. He means it.

“How can I believe you're not going to run again?” My question comes out soft, like I’m almost afraid to ask. Like if I do, he’s going to get mad and take back what he said. But I need to know. I can’t handle all of these inconsistencies in my life.

Preston’s eyes grow hard, and for a moment, I panic, like I fucked everything up. When he closes his eyes and opens them again, I see determination shining back. “I know I’ve fucked up and gave you no reason to believe me, to not trust my words, but I’m going to do everything I can to prove to you that I’m yours. That's what we have, it’s real and I don’t want to lose you. I want to be with you, to see where this goes. To build a life with you.”

I’m hearing a lot of him talking about me. What about Sadie?

My heart drops as panic rises again, so I ask. “What about Sadie?”

The corner of his lip lifts, and I almost sag in relief. “She’s still very much a part of this, too. But it’s not just the three of us, Declan; it’s me and you, you and Sadie, me and Sadie. We might be sharing our girl, but that doesn’t mean what we build between me and you can’t be a thing of its own, too. Not to say I won’tenjoy a Sadie sandwich any time I can get one.” The cocky smirk he gives me has me laughing.

“So you talked to her? Because I haven’t gotten a chance yet.” My shoulders sag in disappointment.

“I have.” He nods. “And before that pretty mind of yours goes all crazy with worry, we’re okay. She’s still ours. My asshole brother hasn’t taken her from us. I’d kick his ass if he even tried,” Preston growls, kissing me again hard.

I’m not sure how he knows all of this, but I don’t ask, too consumed by the feeling of his body against mine.

His words settle a lot of the unease that’s been floating around inside my head, but I know I need to talk to Sadie myself. That can wait, because right now, all I can think about is this man. The man who I’ve been pining after for way longer than I’m proud to admit.

He’s mine. Mine. Holy fuck, he’s mine.

Something inside me snaps, a sense of desperation unfolding as I grip his shirt tighter, pulling him closer, my lips moving against his frantically like he’s the air that I need to breathe, to survive.

He growls into the kiss, the sound going right to my cock. It jerks against his leg, and I whimper with need.

I want him so badly. His hands are all over my body, his mouth against my skin.

No. No, what I need is to feel him inside me, my lips wrapped around his cock as he uses me for his pleasure, telling me how much of a good boy I am.

As if he can read my mind and sense the panic that’s starting to form, he rips his lips from mine, breathing heavily. “Get on your knees and show me what else this mouth can do,” he demands, and I nearly melt into a fucking puddle right here and now.

I don’t even care how pathetic it makes me look, I drop to my knees so hard they hit the ground with a thud as I greedily reach for the button on his jeans.

I’m surprised I’m even able to get them undone with how much my hands are shaking with anticipation and pure need.

“Fuck,” he growls, his fingers tangling in my hair. “Look at you on your knees for me. So fucking eager for my cock.”

Pausing, my eyes snap up to his, and my lips part as I pant out every breath. His are filled with blazing heat while mine are hazed with an all-consuming need.

“Yes,” I breathe.

“Then go on.” He nods. “Take me out, Declan, then swallow me whole. I want to see you fucking choke on my cock. You gonna cry for me, baby boy? I bet you look so pretty with tears running down your cheeks.”

My brain short-circuits as I gape up at him in shock. I’ve heard his dirty words before, but never were they directed at me.

A wave of arousal hits me hard, and pre-cum fills my boxers. So fucking hot.

“What are you waiting for?” he growls, the grip on my hair tightening.

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