Chapter Fourteen
Keeland had waited as long as he could. Dom had slept most of the day away, healing what his shift didn’t take care of, and Keeland was going out of his mind. He leaned over Dom and pressed his lips to the man’s shoulder.
“Dom,”he whispered through their link.“Time to wake up, mate.”
Dom groaned and turned over, reaching for Keeland. In one flawless motion, he rolled some more, pinning Keeland underneath his larger body.
And here Keeland had thought the man asleep.
His mate’s vivid blue eyes were piercing as Dom stretched Keeland’s arms out above his head. He kissed Keeland. The man easily kept Keeland’s wrists pinned to the mattress, brushing more kisses over Keeland’s eyelids and both cheeks, then giving him a short one on his lips.
Keeland tried to keep his breathing steady as anticipation built inside of him. He'd never had his hands trapped before and found the experience exciting. His heart went wild and blood rushed hot through his veins as a groan rose up in his throat, arousal catching him in a vicious grip.
Dom slid his hands over Keeland’s body freely, caressing him, arousing him to a fevered pitch, making Keeland feel as if he were being slowly drugged.
His body tightened involuntarily, every bone and muscle in him reaching for Dom’s mouth, the hot draw of his lips, the moist wash of his tongue. Keeland could feel his heart struggling to keep up with the demands his arousal was placing on it. It beat hard and fast, blood bursting through his veins, a pleasure in and of itself.
Dom lowered his head to place his lips against Keeland’s. His tongue caressed Keeland’s lips, demanding entrance. He kissed Keeland with a hunger that belied his outward calm. Dom devoured him, and he was powerless to stop it, even if he'd wanted to.
Dom caressed his shoulders and back before moving down his chest to grab his hips. When he gripped his hips and pulled him closer, Keeland melted under the touch.
He could feel every contour of Dom’s body pressed against his, including the hard cock wedged against his stomach. As Dom moved his lips from Keeland’s mouth down his chin to his throat, Keeland tilted his head back.
He slid his hands up to wrap around Dom’s neck when he felt himself lifted into the air, Dom’s hands under his ass. He closed his eyes, tilting his head back even more as Dom began planting little kisses along his jaw and bare throat.
Keeland shuddered as Dom continued to move his fingers, whispering the sexiest words into his ear. When Dom pulled his hand back, Keeland let out a cry of protest. The man reached into the nightstand and pulled out a long tube. He snapped the cap open and wet his fingers with the clear liquid before returning his magical fingers to the crack of Keeland’s ass.
The pressure building inside of him was so intense Keeland didn’t know how long he could last. He thought he just might burn up and die. But not before he felt Dom inside of him.
“Dom,” Keeland pleaded. He thrust his hips against Dom again. “I need you.”
Keeland’s mind went blank when he felt Dom’s fingers trail along his skin. He soaked up every last touch, every single soft breath against his skin. A long tortured groan fell from Keeland’s lips as Dom's thick fingers pressed against his entrance. He hissed when the fingers breached him.
But then Dom’s tongue surged into Keeland’s mouth, and he was certain he’d died and gone to heaven. A blistering need slammed into Keeland as he twisted in the grip of an erotic heat that was burning him alive.
“I love how you react to my touch.” Dom’s rough whisper sounded tortured. He smiled, the curve of his lips tight.
The fingers in Keeland’s ass moved in a rhythm that had him swiveling his hips, trying to make them go deeper. Dom’s kiss tasted like midnight, dark and deep, frighteningly savage and yet with a power so seductive, Keeland became lost within it.
Dom sat up and knelt between Keeland’s thighs. Keeland tried to reach for Dom, needing to touch him, to hold him, but Dom grabbed his ankles and placed them over his strong shoulders. He gripped Keeland’s hips.
Keeland’s body vibrated. He knew what was coming and he craved it. Keeland fisted the blanket on each side of him. His body was primed and aching to feel Dom’s cock sink deep inside of him. Dom stretched out over Keeland, the head of his bulbous cock nudging Keeland’s hole.
Keeland wailed Dom’s name as the man pushed past the clenching muscles, stretching Keeland as his cock began to pick up a rhythm. He writhed under Dom, fighting to accept the thick width of the cock impaling him. Dom groaned above him, and his hands digged into Keeland's hips to the point of bruising in a kind of pleasurable pain.
Keeland arched his head back, his mouth falling open, unable to do anything except feel. He shuddered, convulsing beneath the intensity of Dom’s touch as the world dissolved around him. Keeland whimpered in distress.
