Taking that as permission to continue, Tristan smiled wickedly, reaching down to fondle his mate’s cock. Not wasting another moment, he unzipped Heath’s pants and pulled out his dripping dick. “Oh fuck!” he muttered, looking down at it as his hand stroked it. Leaning in, he kissed Heath’s inviting mouth before gently sinking his teeth into his mate’s pouty lower lip before letting go. Smirking when he heard Heath groan, Tristan sank to his knees, flicking his tongue over the tip of his mate’s cock before closing his lips around it.
Throwing back his head, Heath closed his eyes and gasped as an onslaught of erotic fire surged through his body. Reaching out for Tristan’s hair with both hands, he steadied his mate’s head and exhaled a small puff of air when his mate’s tongue reached the slit of his cock. Nothing had ever felt so good and every fiber of hisbody was clamoring for more. Suddenly Heath opened his eyes and stared down at Tristan, seeing in his mate’s eyes a hunger that matched his.
Grinning devilishly, Heath tenderly ran a finger down the side of Tristan’s face, as he made his way to his mate’s mouth. Once there, he traced the lips encasing his cock, before sticking a finger in alongside it.
Tristan eagerly wrapped his tongue around the slim intruder, laved it with his saliva, and felt his own cock beginning to pulse as he imagined what his mate had in store for him.
Heath couldn’t wait any longer. Stepping back, he slipped both his cock and finger from Tristan’s mouth, eliciting a whimper from his mate. Grabbing his mate’s arms, Heath tugged Tristan to his feet, then turned him around and bent him over the desk. Making quick work of removing the clothing blocking his access to Tristan’s sweet hole, he then ran his hands over the plump cheeks of his mate’s ass, eager to feel them against his body.
Panting, Tristan couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so turned on or wanted someone so badly. But instead of feeling the burn of a hungry cock entering him, his mate began to caress his ass. Frustrated with unfulfilled sexual desire, he looked over his shoulder and snapped, “Now would be good!”
Chuckling softly, Heath slapped one of Tristan’s firm cheeks, watching it barely bounce before settling down. “Your fucking ass must have been made by the gods,” he muttered, before kneeling and running his tongue down his mate’s crack. Then, seeking his prize, his strong fingers pulled Tristan’s cheeks apart, revealing his destination. Flicking his tongue in and out of his mouth as it circled the rim, he felt his mate’s hole beginto quiver. “So fucking responsive!” he murmured, before diving back in for more. Stiffening his tongue. he began to work his way into the tight opening.
Growling as his mate’s hole clamped down, he pulled back and slapped Tristan’s ass again, pausing for a moment until his mate relaxed the muscles circling the entrance to his hole. Then Heath began moving his tongue in and out, giving his mate a preview of what was to come.
Gripping the sides of the desk, Tristan’s cock, now dripping with pre-come, grew harder, as Heath’s tongue continued to excite him. He’d never experienced anything like this before and it was driving him crazy with pleasure. Grabbing his dick with his hand, he stroked it, trying to move his hips every time Heath’s tongue entered him, but his mate would have none of that and kept him pinned down. Pumping his cock faster, he tried to reach the orgasm that was being kept out of reach. “Dammit! Fuck me now!” Tristan snarled.
Taking leave of Tristan’s cheeks, Heath grinned at his mate’s impatience. Pushing his pants down to his thighs, he grabbed his cock and lined it up with his mate’s hole. Then, entering slowly, he leaned down over Tristan’s back, whispering, “Hang on!” Straightening up, Heath thrust his hips forward, sinking his turgid cock into his mate’s tight velvet tunnel and then quickly pulling out until just the tip of his cock was still inside. Pausing for a second, he then rammed it back in, stopping only when his balls met his mate’s.
“Holy fucking hell!” Tristan’s shout echoed off the walls of the room and desire roared through his veins as his mate’s cock glided against his pleasure spot. Flames of desire spread through his body as Heath’s hips continued their fast and furious domination of his holeand Tristan’s hand was forced to release his cock in order to grip the desk once more. Sounds he’d never made before roared from his mouth in a steady stream.
Heath gripped Tristan’s hips, holding him in place as he pounded his ass, driven by a need he never knew he was capable of having. His lust ignited a burning desire to make Tristan forever the center of his life. Pumping furiously, his balls began to tighten and his fangs dropped. Then, leaning down until his mouth met Tristan’s shoulder, he buried them into his mate’s flesh, filling him with his seed at the same time.
“Fuck!” His mate’s bite sent a tsunami of flames through Tristan. The pain of Heath’s bite had triggered his untouched cock into shooting cum all over the side of the desk as his ass clenched his mate’s dick. It was too much; ecstasy consumed him and he ascended to the stars.
The taste of Tristan’s blood was sweet and Heath vowed to have more of it soon. Licking the claiming bite he’d made, he smiled, knowing Tristan would now know to whom he belonged to every time he looked in the mirror. Circling the bite with gentle kisses, he whispered, “You’re mine…always.”
Contentment. That’s what Heath felt as his and Tristan’s heartbeats slowed down. Smiling, his hands reached out until they found his mate’s. Then linking their fingers together, he murmured, “Ready for round two?”
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Keeping Smokey occupied with something to do without his mates being close by wasn’t going to be easy, but Norm had a plan. Reaching Dylon’s office, herapped his knuckles against the doorjamb, waiting until his friend looked over at him.
“Got a minute? I need a favor.”
“Sure,” Dylon said, smiling. “What can I do for you?”
Norm checked the hall to make sure Smokey wasn’t lurking nearby before and then entered and closed the door behind him. Sitting down in a chair near his friend’s desk, he reached into his pocket, pulled out a small box and, after opening it, slid it across the desk.
Taking it, Dylon studied it before looking up. “It’s beautiful…I take it that it’s for Smokey?”
“Yeah… Theo and I…we want to make sure he knows we’re all bound to each other and, since Jackson has already given his permission for the three of us to be married, it only makes sense for us to propose to him.”
“And you want me to distract Smokey while you and Theo…”
“Ki’s organizing it with Theo.”
Chuckling, Dylon handed the ring back to Norm. “So it’s gonna be a Kieran’s special, huh?”
“Definitely. That’s why we need Smokey busy with somethin’ else. He’s already asking me questions about what they’re doing.”
“Leave it to me. I have the perfect project to keep him occupied and out of your hair.”
“Thanks,” Norm replied, rising. “I owe you one.”
“Good luck!” Dylon called out as Norm left his office. He wasn’t going to contradict him, but Norm didn’t owe him anything—not after what Smokey had done for the Blackwood Pack by killing its worst enemy. Picking up his phone, he searched for a number, hit the call button,and when Smokey answered, Dylon asked, “Are you free?”
Smokey, who was visiting Dakota in his hospital room, glanced over at Theo who was busy talking to him. “Yeah, whatcha need?”
