With his other hand, he tilts my chin up. “It took me a long time to realize that’s why I had my eyes on you.” And just like he’s saying, Callisto’s finally seeing me.
Years of chasing his shadow, hiding wet dreams, and masking my love culminate in this moment. Of all the things I want to say to my first love, the one that tumbles out is, “I missed you.”
Callisto watches my mouth and swallows hard, then leans in. “I missed you too, Ricky.” He stops a hair’s breadth from my lips, our breaths colliding—giving me the chance to back away. But I’ve waited too long, and I’m so fucking wound up, I lean in and press my mouth to his without hesitation.
No dream, no fantasy could ever measure up to that sweet kiss, born of years of longing. My lips cover his, hot and needy, and Callisto meets me with equal passion. It’s a million times better than my imagination.
A sob lodges in my throat, and he cups the back of my head to keep our mouths sealed together. His tongue flits across my seam, and I open, soft putty in his hands. My faint moans flit into his mouth, followed by my tongue. So what if my dick bobson his thigh and my sweat stains his shirt? He’s not pulling away in disgust.
Calli grasps my ass cheek and grinds me into him, startling a gasp out of me as my cock meets his hard hip. The friction’s perfect.
His fingertips dimple my skin, and then his hand slips around my thigh. I whimper as he brushes my length.
“Okay?” he murmurs right into my ear. “Can I help you?”
I wind his shirtfront so tight in my fist the top button snaps off before I pull him down for another kiss. Callisto chuckles, and as our lips meet, he closes his fist around my dick.
My best friend taking my cock in his hand is a moment I’ll never forget. I sag into his touch, and Calli grabs me around the waist.
“Whoa, careful,” he says with a soft chuckle.
I must have died and gone to heaven. I shake my head. “You have no idea—”
He strokes once and stars glimmer behind my closed lids, stealing my train of thought. It’s so, so good, I might die. My body rejects my shyness and thrusts shamelessly into his hand. And Calli fucking gasps.
Lightning touches my veins, and the first tingle of orgasm gathers in my balls.
Still supporting my weight, Callisto backs me to the couch and levers me down. He hooks one leg over me and strokes up and down, turning me into one giant moaning, writhing beast. I’m so lost, control skittering out of reach.
Huffing, I yank his head down and bite his lower lip. He’s into it. The most infuriating, popular, honey-mouthed lawyer is intome, Rickon Jones, the abandoned al-mega. His pants strain as his erection proves me right.
A flush runs up his neck as he balances over me, hand on my cock, lips pressed to mine. I thrust shamelessly into his grasp,burning up with lust and joy. Callisto’s beard prickles around me, adding the faintest specks of pain to our long-awaited union. He shivers, hand tightening as he swivels his palm over my tip, massaging and scraping with mind-blowing sensitivity.
“F-fuck, Calli,” I gasp, clinging to his shoulders.
A moan echoes in his throat. I need more, more of him falling apart with me. More of his moans. I lift my knee, scraping his groin. His body jerks. Hard and thick on my shin, separated by a layer or two of thin fabric, I grind against his cock.
“Ricky! Oh fuck, Ricky,” he groans, staring down at me. “You’re so beautiful. You feel so good.”
Callisto drops his head to my shoulder, panting hard. The noise, the scent, his hot pants brushing my ears. It’s unbearably magnificent. His lips run along my neck. If Callisto tried to bond me like this, I’d let him possess me without a hint of resistance, but he turns it into a kiss. My senses reel, alpha musk, omega haze, and skin-to-skin contact burning me inside and out.
I’m so close, I’ll explode any second. The tingles run through my entire body.
Callisto strokes his thumb up my hip and catches on the bond scar. I moan and arch as the sensitive spot sends fresh waves running through my body.
He freezes. “Ricky? What’s this?”
The tingles vanish like popped balloons at the icy tone in his voice.
Fuck. He doesn’t know Zack bonded me. Haven’t I told him yet? No, because the court case consumed every waking moment, and before that Callisto kept his distance, and we just—well, nothing’s been the same. Damn.
He jolts upright, loving gaze replaced by something much colder as his fingers press into the scar. “Is this . . . what I think it is?”
I swallow nervously. “Yeah, it’s a bond mark.”
“With Zack?” His mouth falls open, and suddenly it feels like the temperature in the room drops ten degrees. Callisto leaps off me, one hand dragging raggedly through his black hair as he paces. He whips around to face me, body rigid. “You let a feral alpha bond you? Are you insane, Rickon?”
Heat drains from my skin. Somehow, Callisto using my full name feels like a slap. Like I’m in trouble for one of the most beautiful experiences of my life. I sit up and cover my bond mark with one hand, feeling the sensitivity lingering under my fingers and the fainter flush of unrest deep in my chest from the resulting spiritual connection.
