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Kellan
I knew it was wrong. He was too innocent, too kind, too…everything that I wasn’t. For nearly two months, I’d fought the urges. I denied myself nothing in life, but I hadn’t been able to take the one thing I should never have.
Fletcher.
And gods, how I wanted him.
His wordsshow me what’s it likewas what broke through that barrier. Battling my own urges was hard enough, but battling his as well was impossible.
So, I led him to my cabin. Much different than the previous time I’d brought him there. When he’d joined me before, I hadn’t intended to bed him—as much as I’d craved to—I’d merely just wanted to be in his company. To talk with him and attempt to unravel the connection I felt for him.
Now I knew why I’d been drawn to him; not only for his body, but for what lay within his mind. The answers I desperately sought.
Barging through the door to my cabin, I tugged at his clothes. I kissed his lips, chin, and down his neck as we stumbled farther inside.
He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled at my shirt, panting as he broke the lip lock to breathe.
“Get on the bed,” I told him once we’d moved through my study and entered the back room where I slept.
“Is that an order, captain?” he asked in a challenging tone. Even with his cheeks flushed, his lips swollen from the kissing, and his cock poking my thigh, he still had a bite to him. “What will happen if I say no?”
I arched a brow and strode toward him, causing him to walk backward and bump into the edge of the mattress. “Is that the case, boy? Are you saying no?”
Fletcher swallowed and stared into my eyes. And there it was. The bashfulness. He could be full of fire one moment and pure as freshly fallen snow the next.
“N-no?”
“Is that a question or an answer?” I moved closer, taking much satisfaction at the effect I had on him. I was still trying to unravel him, to figure out if the seduction was only an act or if he meant it.
In my life, I might’ve done horrendous deeds, but taking a man against his will was a thing I could never stomach. I preferred my lovers to be willing and receptive, for it enhanced my own pleasure.
Yet, with Fletcher, I wished for him to truly want it because I yearned to see him blossom under my touch, to see his face when he experienced orgasm by another for the first time.
“Answer me, boy,” I growled, cupping his nape and pressing my body to his. His green eyes flickered up to meet mine and his lips parted. “If this is what you desire, tell me now.”
“It is,” Fletcher answered as his chest rose and fall faster. He licked his bottom lip and the action nearly made me groan. “I desire you, Captain Flynn.”
“Kellan,” I said, moving the pad of my thumb up the side of his neck. “Call me Kellan.”
Never had I requested for a bed partner to call me by my name, but for a reason unknown to me, I asked it of Fletcher. He really was changing me in ways I’d never thought possible, and I barely knew him.
He smiled, and the sight did something strange to my chest, as if I’d been deprived of air and now I was able to breathe again.
“Kellan,” he said, as if testing the name out on his tongue.
Fletcher clutched onto my shirt and shoved me onto the bed, taking me by surprise. I watched as he climbed on top of me, his auburn hair falling a bit in his eyes. He might’ve never known pleasures of the flesh before, but he clearly knew what he wanted and how to get it.
Determination sparked in his mossy green eyes.
Straddling me, he ran his hands down my chest, touching my bare skin through the opening in my shirt. Normally, I was the one who took control, however, once again he proved to be some sort of exception to all of my rules.
Fletcher moved his hips on mine, rubbing my hardening cock through my pants. I held his hips as he moved, applying pressure when he descended on me. It wasn’t enough. I needed to feel him, skin to skin.
“Remove my shirt,” I said.
I almost expected him to respond with a quip or to challenge my request, but he obeyed. Once I was bare chested, he leaned down and kissed my collar. His lips were soft and I released an inaudible sigh. When he sat back up, he focused on the mark over my heart and tilted his head.
