Page 60 of Worthy Promises
“I want to make you happy,” Oliver whispered against Worth’s earlobe, making him shiver. “As your mate, I want to overwhelm you. Surprise you. Wow you. Ensure you’re never bored in bed with me.”
“I wish to do all the same for you. It’s a partnership. You’ve no need to put pressure on yourself.”
“Tell me what you want, Worthington.”
“I want to climb into that bed with you and call out your name as I come.”
“Challenge accepted.”
With a chuckle, Worth forced himself to release his hold on Oliver. His plan was to hold out a hand for Oliver, but his mate beat him to it. Worth laced their fingers together and allowed himself to be led to the bed; he already wished they could sleep there together every night. The beautiful yellow-eyed man stared intently at him as he yanked the covers down.
Being nude had never bothered Worth, so he stripped off his clothes and let them fall haphazardly to the floor. Oliver’s gaze raked him from head to toe and felt powerful enough to be a caress. Reaching out, Oliver’s palms landed on either side of Worth’s waist again. Their mouths met, and Worth was nearly unprepared for the onslaught.
Oliver’s tongue stroked his with purpose, and a wave of heat rushed through him. His balls grew heavy, and he would’ve given himself over to pleasure with abandon, but Oliver was still dressed. He wanted more. But Oliver was far too good at drawing pleasure from him. Lost in their kiss, Worth forgot to push Oliver away and rip his clothing off.
Firm hands cupped his ass, and Worth wiggled his hips. His hardened cock brushed against Oliver’s equally rigid length. A moan escaped Worth, and he remembered how annoyed he was at the layers of cloth separating them.
“Owlie.”
“I know,” Oliver said, his voice low and husky. “Get on the bed.”
It was horrible to let go of Oliver, but Worth forced himself to and scrambled onto the mattress. The sheets were cool on his heated skin, and he scooted until he was in the center of the bed. Before his head even hit the pillow, he was treated to the delightful sight of Oliver peeling off his T-shirt.
Like Worth’s, Oliver’s chest lacked hair. His shoulders were broader than Worth’s, and the muscles of his belly and arms bunched and flexed as he shoved his pants and underwear to the floor. From a nest of dark blond curls, Oliver’s cock—flushed a deep red and wondrously veiny—rose, and Worth licked his lips.
He wanted to roll and offer his ass or take that fat dick in his mouth. But Worth lay there listening to the heavy thud of his heartbeat as Oliver crawled over him and sealed their mouthstogether. Eager to be close to Oliver and enjoying the exquisite beauty of finally being with him with no barrier, Worth spread his legs and bent his knees.
A warm palm slid easily along his hip. “Your body is gorgeous, Worthington,” Oliver murmured. “Such long sexy limbs.”
“No one compares to you, Owlie.”
“I desperately want to fuck you, but I’ll never last that long.”
Worth’s spine arched, and he groaned as Oliver rubbed against him. Driving upward to meet Oliver’s thrust, Worth held onto just enough coherent brain cells to respond to his other half. “Some other time. Make me come.”
Instead of bothering with words, Oliver licked his way into Worth’s mouth and set a brutal but welcome pace as they writhed, desperate for enough friction to please their aching cocks. Worth clung to Oliver, and his fingertips dug into the owl shifter’s back as he held him tight. They moved as a single unit, and Worth was lost in the tumult of his body.
It was paradise. But not one meant to last. Worth clenched his teeth as desire burned a fiery path along his spine. Instead of screaming Oliver’s name, he whimpered it as he grew rigid and spurted his seed between them. Worth’s quick orgasm was so intense that his mind blanked, and he barely heard Oliver’s indrawn breath as he came seconds later.
Worth returned to his senses and ignored the tear slipping from his eye. He hadn’t expected to feel so emotional, but Oliver was peppering his shoulder with tiny kisses. It brought a level of sweetness to sex Worth had never experienced. His heart bubbled over with tenderness, and he realized he’d moved past being infatuated with the idea of finding the other half of his soul.
Although it’d only been a few weeks since their first meeting, Worth was falling for the serious, beautiful blond brushing his mouth up the column of Worth’s neck. His dragon roared with approval, and it likely wouldn’t be long before his beast was demanding he sink his teeth into Oliver to seal their bond for eternity. An infinite lifespan Worth had yet to mention to Oliver. It could wait. The last thing Worth was interested in right now was a long discussion.
“You’re incomparable, Owlie.”
“You don’t have to say that if it’s not true.”
Amused at Oliver’s humbleness after drawing such a swift and intense release from him, Worth chuckled. He cupped Oliver’s cheek so their eyes met. “You’re my friend. My lover. My mate. I refuse to lie to you.”
“Then I’ll trust you to be honest with me.”
“How was I, lover?”
Oliver rolled his eyes and laughed. “As if you didn’t know you blew my mind.”
“It is rather hard not to notice your stickiness smooshed between us.”
“Should we get cleaned up so Asteria doesn’t decide to peek out and see my bare ass?”
