Page 54 of Forbidden Devotion
Mitchel looked pleased with himself, like a cat who’d gotten the cream, or, more accurately, a dog with a bone. Sinclair grinned. Mitchel returned the expression.
“Help me get the rest of this off.” Sinclair toed out of his shoes and lifted a foot.
Mitchel tugged off one sock, then the other, and discarded his pants to the pile of ruined clothes already on the floor.
“Now, let me return the favor, hmm?” Sinclair pulled him up and made quick work of undressing him, eager for skin to touch skin.
Seeing Mitchel naked up close was even better than seeing Mitchel naked when he was about to shift. And now Sinclair was allowed to touch.
A tantalizing layer of soft brown hair covered his lovely tanned skin. His build was broad and heavily muscled. Powerful. Everything Sinclair wanted and somehow even more than he’d imagined.
He pressed in close, placing kisses along Mitchel’s jaw and reveling in the heat at his throat. Chest to chest, he felt their heartbeats pounding against each other. Hard cock against hard cock. Sinclair tipped his head and caught Mitchel’s lips with his own.
Kissing Mitchel was its own reward, tasting himself in his mouth, whimpering his delight at the discovery.
If they were going to make it to a bed, it had to happen soon.
“Mitchel.” Sinclair broke from the kiss. “Bed.”
“Great idea.”
“Through there.” Sinclair gestured through the archway from the sitting room to the adjoining bedroom. “I’ll be there in just a moment.” He detoured into the bathroom to rummage through his toiletries for lube and caught a glance at himself in the mirror. Dark-eyed, wet-lipped, and eager, his hair in disarray, but his skin glowing with a healthy flush.
Container in hand, he joined Mitchel, who was stripping the duvet from the bed. Sinclair pushed him onto the mattress. He wasn’t delusional to think he had the strength to move Mitchel anywhere he didn’t want to go, but Mitchel allowed this handling, landing on his back.
There’d be time for the slow and sweet stuff later. Sinclair wanted the wolf now. He climbed over him, straddled his hips, and leaned in to nip at his neck. Mitchel wrapped his arms around him and tugged him closer.
Sighing into the embrace, Sinclair mouthed at his throat. Mitchel felt hot against him, and Sinclair yearned to feel that heat inside him. He said as much with his body, fitting his ass firmly against Mitchel’s considerable length.
Mitchel ground his hips up with a needy moan.
”Please.” Sinclair pressed the lube into Mitchel’s palm. “Would you?”
“My fucking pleasure.” In a burst of motion and strength, Mitchel flipped their positions and made space for himself between Sinclair’s open legs. He slicked his fingers and began to prepare him.
Sinclair squirmed for this, canting his hips, curling his toes. “Kiss me.”
Mitchel obeyed, hovering over him as his fingers worked, slotting their lips together, everywhere at once, driving Sinclair wild.
Sinclair writhed as they kissed, pressing into Mitchel’s touch, trying to get him to hurry. But Mitchel’s touch remained gentle, not teasing but breaching him slowly, opening him with cautious precision.
Sinclair arched for it, groaning into Mitchel’s mouth, his body demanding more. And yet Mitchel took his time, keeping him on the edge of begging.
The cool sheets at his back heated rapidly. Sweat gathered at his nape. His muscles flexed and fluttered. Sinclair let out a loud whine. “Need you.”
“I’m yours.” Mitchel dropped a kiss to his brow.
“If you don’t fuck me right now, I’m going to start wearing underwear.”
“Can’t have that.” Mitchel grinned. “I’m already too attached to the idea of imagining you without them.”
“Then get on with it.”
“At your service.” Mitchel slicked himself as Sinclair watched. This act alone was the stuff dreams were made of. Mitchel’s big hand on his even bigger cock, both shiny with lube. He’d remember this image, hold it in his mind forever.
Mitchel lined them up and slid slowly forward. The stretch felt amazing, almost too much, and then perfect as Mitchel sank in deep.
“Yes,” Sinclair cried as the exquisite fullness left his own cock pulsing and throbbing like it knew what Mitchel’s was feeling.
