Page 28 of No Honor Amongst Shifters
Roslin’s hands were just as eager.His fingers dug into Alcott’s back as he pulled him closer, leaving no space between them.
Alcott tried to put every feeling he had for Roslin into the kiss.He couldn’t bring himself to say them out loud, but maybe Roslin would understand anyway.
Roslin’s lips lingered on Alcott’s, soft and warm, as if he was savoring the taste of him.When he pulled away, his eyes were filled with a tenderness that made Alcott’s chest ache.He still didn’t understand how any of this had happened, but he was grateful it had.
Alcott touched Roslin’s cheek.“Thank you,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.“For everything.”
Roslin brought Alcott’s hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to his knuckles.“You don’t have to thank me.I care about you, Alcott.More than I should, considering we barely know each other.”
The admission hung between them, heavy and hard to believe for Alcott.The words wrapped around Alcott’s heart like a lifeline.He didn’t know if he’d survive the upcoming fight, but if he had Roslin to come back to, he’d do everything in his power to do so.
Alcott leaned in to press his forehead against Roslin’s.“I care about you, too,” he whispered.“More than I ever thought possible.”He hadn’t thought he could ever trust anyone again after Damien, but Roslin was proving him wrong.
Roslin’s breath hitched, and he closed the distance between them to kiss Alcott.It was different from their first kiss—less hesitant, even though they didn’t know how many more kisses they would share.
Roslin’s hands moved to Alcott’s hair, his fingers tangling in the strands as he deepened the kiss, his tongue teasing Alcott’s lips until they parted with a soft moan.
The sound seemed to ignite something in Roslin, and he made quick work of removing their clothes before he pushed Alcott back onto the bed, following him without breaking the kiss.The bed creaked, but neither of them cared.All that mattered was each other and the way their bodies fit together as if they were made for each other.
Roslin traced the lines of Alcott’s body, sending shivers down Alcott’s spine.He was everywhere—his lips were on Alcott’s neck, his hands on Alcott’s chest, his hips pressed against Alcott’s groin.
Roslin’s eyes met Alcott’s when he leaned back.“Are you sure?”Roslin asked, his voice rough.“After what happened, I don’t want to push you—”
“I’m sure,” Alcott interrupted, tracing the line of Roslin’s jaw with his fingertips.“I want this.I wantyou.”
Roslin’s eyes darkened, and he leaned down to kiss Alcott.He traced his lips down Alcott’s neck again, then his chest and his stomach, leaving a damp trail in their wake.
When he finally took Alcott in his mouth, it was all Alcott could do not to cry out.It was too much.
The heat of Roslin’s mouth, the way his tongue teased Alcott’s body and the way his lips wrapped around him, all of it was maddening and left Alcott trembling.He pushed his fingers into Roslin’s hair.
“Roslin,” he gasped, his voice breaking.“I’m—I can’t—”
Roslin pulled away, his eyes meeting Alcott’s, dark and filled with something fierce.“Let go,” he whispered, his voice rough and low.“I’ve got you.”
Alcott did.He let go, letting the pleasure wash over him, letting Roslin take him apart piece by piece until he was nothing but pleasure.He trusted Roslin.He could hardly believe it, but he did.
When he came, it was with Roslin’s name on his lips.Roslin held him through it, his arms strong and steady, his lips brushing against Alcott’s skin in soft, soothing kisses.“I’ve got you,” he murmured.“I’ve got you.”
Alcott’s breathing slowed down, and he reached up to touch Roslin’s cheek.“You’re amazing,” he whispered, his voice hoarse.“I don’t know what I’d do without you.”And wasn’t that surprising?
Roslin’s eyes softened, and he leaned down to press their lips together in a kiss that was slow and sweet.“You’ll never have to find out,” he said, his voice firm.“I’m not going anywhere.”
The promise hung in the air between them, and Alcott felt something finally starting to heal.He’d been wrong to trust Damien, and he was afraid to trust Roslin fully, but Roslin was a good person.He wouldn’t betray him.
Alcott wrapped his arms around Roslin.They lay there, tangled together.Alcott could feel Roslin’s soft cock against his thigh.He hadn’t even realized that Roslin had come.
The room was quiet, and the only sounds were their breathing and the soft rustle of the blankets as they shifted closer together.Roslin’s hand was in Alcott’s hair, his fingers gently combing through it, and Alcott felt a sense of peace settle over him.He wasn’t sure he’d felt anything like it since before he’d been kicked out of his birth clan.
“Stay,” Alcott murmured.“Even when I fall asleep.”
Roslin pressed a kiss to his forehead.“I’m not going anywhere,” he promised.“I’ll be here when you wake up.”
Alcott’s eyes felt heavy, and he let himself relax.The tension in his body melted away as he drifted off to sleep, Roslin’s warmth wrapped around him like a shield.He didn’t know what the future held or if they’d survive the fight against the coven and the cockatrices, but right now, he had Roslin, and that was enough.
Chapter Eleven
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