Page 47 of Discover Me
"He's nothing like I expected," I add, the words coming easier because they're true. "Sweet and thoughtful under all the tattoos and attitude. Makes me laugh even when I don't want to. Takes care of me in ways I didn't know I needed."
Kellan turns to look at me and the expression on his face is so tender it makes my chest tight. Then he kisses me, right there on camera for thousands of people to see. The kiss is soft and genuine, nothing performed about it. Just two people who care about each other sharing a moment of connection.
When we pull apart, Kellan grins at the camera. "I think I need to spend the rest of the evening with my boyfriend. Thanks for tuning in, everyone. More updates to come."
He closes the laptop before the comments can overwhelm us, cutting off the connection to his fans. The silence that follows is deafening after the chaos of the live stream.
"That wasn't as bad as I thought it would be," I admit.
"You're a natural." Kellan sets the laptop aside. "Didn't even seem nervous."
"Oh, I was terrified." I laugh. "But you made it easy. Made it feel real even though we were performing."
"Maybe because it is real." Kellan's voice drops lower. "Maybe we're not performing anymore."
I drag him into a kiss, this one deeper and hungrier than what we showed the cameras. My tongue slides against his and he groans into my mouth, his hands coming up to grip my hair. The kiss turns filthy, all tongue and teeth and desperation.
"Bed," I mumble against his lips. "Now."
Kellan pulls back, his eyes dark with want. "I'd throw you over my shoulder and carry you to the bedroom all romantic-like, but your ribs..."
I laugh at the image, at this Alpha wanting to sweep me off my feet literally. "No bother. Let me."
I stand up, testing my balance and core strength. My ribs protest but it's manageable. I struggle a bit without putting all the pressure on my cast arm, but I manage to position myself properly. Then I throw Kellan over my shoulder in a fireman's carry, his weight distributed across my good side.
"What the fuck!" Kellan laughs, the sound surprised and delighted. "Put me down!"
"Nope." I start walking toward the bedroom, carrying a fully grown Alpha like it's nothing. "You wanted romantic. This is romantic."
"This is ridiculous." But he's still laughing, his hands gripping my shirt for balance.
I carry him through the doorway and deposit him on the bed with more grace than expected. He bounces slightly, grinning up at me with an expression of pure joy. His hair is messed up from the carry and his shirt has ridden up, exposing a strip of tattooed skin.
"That was definitely something." Kellan reaches for me, pulling me down onto the bed beside him.
Micah
Kellan's hands are everywhere, and I'm drowning in the sensation of him. His bedroom is dimly lit, just the warm glow from the lamp on his nightstand casting shadows across his tattooed skin as he moves over me. The sheets underneath us are already rumpled, evidence of how we'd barely made it through the door before his mouth was on mine, hungry and desperate.
"Micah," he breathes against my lips, and god, the way he says my name. Like it's something precious. Like I'm something precious.
His fingers trail down my chest, mapping every inch of skin like he's memorizing it. The calluses on his hands from years of drumming create the most delicious friction, and I can't help the shudder that runs through me. He notices and that wicked smile curves his lips as he does it again, deliberately this time, watching my reaction with those intense eyes that see too much.
"You're so responsive," he murmurs, dipping his head to press open-mouthed kisses along my collarbone. "Every time I touch you, you light up. Do you know how addictive that is?"
I want to tell him that he has no idea—that every touch feels like coming home, that my body recognizes his in ways that go beyond simple attraction. But I can't say that, revealing how deep this goes for me.
So instead I arch into his touch, letting my body speak what my words can't. My hands find his shoulders, sliding over the intricate ink that covers his skin, and I pull him closer. Always closer. I can never get close enough.
Kellan makes a low sound in his throat, something pleased and possessive, and then his mouth is on mine again. The kiss is slow this time, thorough, like he has all the time in the world to explore me. His tongue traces the seam of my lips and I open for him immediately, letting him in, letting him take whatever he wants. I'd give him everything if he asked. I'd give him everything even if he didn't.
His weight settles more fully over me, and the feeling of his body pressed against mine sends electricity shooting down my spine. He's hard against my hip, and the knowledge that he wants me makes my head spin.
"Kellan," I gasp when he pulls back just enough to kiss along my jaw, down my throat. His teeth scrape against the sensitive skin there and I shudder again, my hands tightening on his shoulders.
"I love the sounds you make," he says against my skin, his breath hot and making me tremble. "Want to hear every single one."
His hand slides lower, and I'm already losing coherent thought. This is different from the other times we've been together. There's something softer in the way he touches me tonight, something almost reverent.
