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“You should. We’re mated.” He knew it like he knew his own name.
“Silly angels.” Isaiah teased, and spread farther, begging for him.
“Mmm. He just wants everyone to be happy.” Jameson looked up and winked before bending to lick a long line down that amazing cock.
“He-he does!” Isaiah followed him with his hips.
“I do too, baby boy. I really do.” He could smell the way Isaiah wanted him.
“I need to feel this.” He loved the tone in Isaiah’s voice.
“This?” He rubbed, up and down, up and down then dropped below to handle those balls a little roughly.
Isaiah sat up, pulling away.
“Where are you going?” He didn’t reach for Isaiah again immediately, wanting to know what was going on.
Isaiah shocked the hell out of him, pouncing, driving them together.
“Oooph.” He laughed, rolling them over. “Are you going to bite me?”
“I thought maybe I shouldn’t be too good.”
“No. No, you need to earn some punishment.” Oh, God, this was fun.
Isaiah nipped his chest. “Good deal.”
“So good.” He wiggled and arched, then let Isaiah turn them over again, straddling him. What would his boy do?
Isaiah leaned down and kissed him, tongue fucking his lips. He took it, but Jameson also took control, one hand behind Isaiah’s head, sinking into the red curls.
The sigh that pushed into his lips made him shake.
So damn responsive. He couldn’t ask for much more, but he would anyway.
He wanted everything Isaiah offered, and some things his boy didn’t know he could give. He would fight for it, push Isaiah to his limits and keep him safe.
Please. I’m all yours. Please.
I know you are. I love that. I love you.He bit at Isaiah’s neck, fangs aching.
“Jameson!” Isaiah held him close.
So hot inside. Amazing.He let the sparkle of that life fill him.When I get to your cock…
Shh…
Isaiah was willing to ask for it, but maybe a little ashamed of how excited it made him.
Small steps. Big steps. As long as there were steps.
He licked the spot he’d bitten, then slid down to scrape his fangs over one nipple. Isaiah panted softly, eyes on him, watching him.
“That’s it, sweet.” Jameson stroked that flat belly. “So pretty.”
“I need you. Again.”
“Good.” He bit that tiny bit of flesh he was so close to.
