I awoke alone,but that didn’t bother me as much as remembering last night did. Though Wiley had taken care of me and hadn’t said a word to make me feel bad for being so fragile, the light of day might change that.
Would he want to know what had happened? Demand to know? Should I tell him? Could I?
Finding a robe laid out on the foot of the bed, I put it on and made my way down to the table. Someone had already delivered a feast, and Wiley was partaking. Scrambled eggs, bacon, and pancakes surrounded him like soldiers guarding a fort, and he took a bite from each in that order. His other hand held an iPad with a news site on the screen. He had on a similar robe, and I could smell the wonderful scent of his skin as I came around and sat opposite him.
“Good morning,” he said with a grin. “Did you sleep better?”
I felt exhausted still but hadn’t had any more nightmares. “A bit better, yes.”
He nodded, staring at me, and then rolled his eyes. “Stop looking at me like that, Hamilton. We’ve both got traumas. I’ll carry your baggage, if you carry mine.”
I wanted to ask him about his. If they stemmed from me. If there was someone I needed to kill. But instead, I simply made the promise he wanted to hear and let myself relax.
“Agreed.”
“I’ll have the contract drawn up by this evening,” he said in a haughty tone, and I realized he was trying to sound like a lawyer. He loudly sipped his coffee with his pinky finger in the air, before going back to reading on his iPad.
I smiled as I realized I was falling in love with him.
Being fated mates meant we were compatible in every way, but it didn’t guarantee or force an emotional connection. That was up to us to make. And, oh, how easy he made it.
“Be sure to include a clause,” I said, playing along, “that states how often I can drink from you.”
He hiccuped a laugh before grinning at me. “Oh, of course. There’ll be an itinerary and everything. Gotta do it right, you know.”
I hummed in agreement and sipped my coffee, even as I scented his arousal beginning to perfume the air. “I adore a good itinerary.”
He bit his bottom lip before saying, “Any chance you’re thirsty now?”
I watched him untie his robe and ease it open, the sides falling away to frame his naked chest and abs. He looked me right in the eye as he very clearly stroked himself just out of sight under the table. I stayed where I was, taking in the way his lips parted and face flushed, his eyelids low as he stared back at me. Only when he made a sweet little whimper did I dash around the table to pull his chair clear of it and drop to my knees.
Pushing his thighs wide apart, I dove in and bit his delicious femoral artery right there at his groin. Wiley gave a sharp cry, his hand still on his cock, before he moaned and started stroking again. I moaned, too, as he jerked himself right beside my face,and I drew his blood into me. His other hand gripped my hair, petting and pulling, as I listened to him make the sexiest noises.
Very soon, he pressed me down tight to his thigh and came with a series of cries. His blood tasted even sweeter then, like the difference between dinner and dessert. Both delicious, but one so much more wickedly good.
While he panted and twitched with his release, I licked where I’d bitten him to seal the wounds. I could see them start to heal, but not as quickly as they should. He needed more of my essence inside him.
I took his napkin and cleaned the cum from his abs and his hand. Taking the cloth with me as I stood, I folded it and set it on the table. His gaze was on my cock poking through my robe toward him, and then he looked up at me with a question in his eyes. My actions last night had made him unsure.
Untying my robe, I let the sides fall open and petted his hair. “Please?”
Wiley gave me a brief grin before wetting his lips and grabbing my hips. I watched in awe as he sucked along the shaft, cradled my sac in his hand, and grinned up at me as he teased the head of my cock with his tongue. I smiled back at him, loving how playful he was, and cupped the back of his head as I held his other hand. My eager, sexy mate took my cock into his hot, wet mouth and started sucking me off.
He was so beautiful like this. His eyes were bright and dancing as he stared back at me, like he was still laughing even with his mouth full. He’d deep throat me, his eyes would flutter closed, and then he’d pull back slowly, staring at me again with that teasing glint in his gaze. He fondled me, sucked me, and I knew without a doubt that he loved what he was doing to me.
“Wiley,” I warned as my orgasm sped up on me. I couldn’t help fisting his hair at the back of his head, and then he had me down his throat. I came with a shout, feeling his throat work onmy cockhead like he was determined to drain me completely. He pulled off slowly, bobbing his head a couple times to really get every drop, before he popped off and licked his swollen lips as he grinned.
I had to brace a hand on the back of his chair and lock my knees so I could lean down and kiss him. His mouth was so hot inside, soft and wet and tasting of me. It made me moan, arousal still singing inside me. I could easily take him again.
“I’m falling for you,” he whispered against my lips.
I opened my eyes to see his staring back at me, big and vulnerable. “That’s only fair since I’m falling in love with you, too.”
He chuckled before wrapping his arms around my neck. The only way I could stand upright again was if I took him with me. So I did. I carried him back to bed and asked very nicely for him to let me fuck his beautiful brains out.
He said yes.
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