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Reaching into the shower, Tristan turned on the water and then reluctantly looked around. It’d been a long time since he’d been totally naked with another man; fast hookups in gay bars didn’t lend themselves to it. But this was different. Heath was his mate and, from the quick research he’d done previously at the High Council website, he was now bound to him forever. And he alsoknew Heath was waiting for a bite from him—which also contributed to his sudden onset of uneasiness.
Entering the bathroom, Heath said, “I put my bag in the closet, okay?”
Staring at his mate, Tristan murmured, “You’re naked.”
Looking down at his body, Heath chuckled. “I prefer that to getting my clothes wet.”
“Yeah…but…but…” Tristan’s eyes trailed down his mate’s body, stopping at the thick, veiny cock jutting out at him. Licking his lips, he remembered its taste and wanted more.
“Tris? Are you planning on undressing, or is this how you wash your clothes?” Heath asked, grinning. He knew where his mate’s attention was and decided to tease him. Grabbing his cock, Heath jerked his hips forward, groaning as it slid through the tightness of his clenched fist. His eyes traveled over the mounds and dips of Tristan’s naked chest, lingering on his nipples before descending to his six-pack abs. He couldn’t wait to lick every part of that visual feast but first he wanted to see what was still hidden. “The pants…take them off now.”
His mate’s raspy voice stoked the embers smoldering within him, turning them into it a raging firestorm. Unzipping his dress pants, Tristan slowly slid them down, keeping his eyes on Heath’s hand pumping his cock. The image of him on his knees worshiping that cock had his own growing harder than ever before.
Heath held his breath as his mate revealed the rest of his stunning body. When his mate’s pants were finally pooled at his feet, Heath’s eyes resumed their examination of what the Fates had given him.Fucking hell! Tristan is gorgeous!That was an understatement ifthere ever was one, because standing before him had to be a god—he was sure of it. No one on earth could ever possess such a perfect body if they weren’t one.
Dropping his hand down to relieve the ache in his cock, Tristan grasped it and slowly began stroking, never taking his gaze off of his stunning mate. Just an inch or so shorter than he, Heath made up for it with a body built for dominance. Muscle upon muscle cascaded down his arms and legs; he couldn’t wait to see them flex when his mate fucked him again—but this time it would be skin against skin.
Moving close to his mate, Tristan sank to his knees and opened his mouth. Sticking out his tongue, a shiny bead of Heath’s pre-come dripped upon it, forcing a moan from deep within his chest. It was too much and yet, not enough.
Reaching down, Heath pulled Tristan to his feet. “Shower…now,amore mio.”
Nodding, Tristan held onto his mate’s hips and walked backward until he reached one of the shower’s tiled walls. Smiling broadly, he stepped under the water and guided Heath in beside him. Grabbing a bar of soap from a shelf, he knelt and began running it over his mate’s leg muscles, feeling their hardness under his fingers. Moving from one leg to the other, he avoided Heath’s twitching hard-on as he continued his journey of exploration.
Circling around to his mate’s back, Tristan crouched down, taking in the site which was as exciting as Heath’s full frontal view. Biting his lower pouty lip, his need to fuck was becoming overwhelming; he could barely keep it under control. Pre-cum dripped from his eager cock onto the shower floor, swirling down thedrain on rivers of water. Yet, he was determined to satisfy another desire, first.
Sliding his soap-slicked hands over Heath’s ass cheeks and then down his legs, he smiled at his mate’s shiver. Reversing direction, he slowly caressed his mate’s body, finishing at where he’d begun, wiggling a finger up its crack until he got to the base of his mate’s tailbone.
Holy fucking shit balls! He’s trying to kill me!By now Heath’s legs were trembling and he doubted he could stand much longer. Closing his eyes, he fought back his orgasm, refusing to end the delicious torment.
Pulling his mate’s cheeks apart, Tristan moaned when he saw what awaited him. With a smug smile, he pressed a fingertip against Heath’s pucker, feeling the muscle tightening at his touch. Snaking his other hand between his mate’s legs, Tristan grasped his mate’s balls, gently rolling them while pressing his fingertip into Heath.
“Fuck!” Letting go of his cock, Heath’s hands slapped against the tile, bracing himself for what was to come.
Pushing his finger past the muscles guarding Heath’s hole, Tristan marveled at the tightness he found. Just like everything else about his mate, it was perfect. But as much as he craved to bury his raging cock in his mate’s tunnel of love, he was eager to try something else first. Removing his finger, he thrust it in again, wiggling it as he searched for the magic spot that would make his mate crazy with the need to come. Finding it, he pressed his finger firmly against it.
Shouting Tristan’s name, pleasure coursed through Heath, forcing his cock to spurt its creamy cum at the shower tiles. After his last spasm, Heath’s head fellforward. Panting from the force of his orgasm, he tried to keep himself upright, but doubted he had any strength left to do so.
Tristan looked down and grinned at the white streams of his mate’s cum slowly sliding down the tiles until, reaching the shower floor, they merged with rivulets of water, sweeping them down the drain. Gently removing his finger, he stood up, wrapping his arms around Heath, tugging him back until his mate was leaning against him. Lowering his mouth, Tristan licked the spot that would bear his mark on his mate’s shoulder, smiling with satisfaction as Heath began to shiver with anticipation.
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Quin threw open the door to Logan’s studio, looking wildly around until his eyes landed on Jackson’s twin. “You gotta come quick! I think Ki is thinking of lifting a bed and I think he’ll hurt himself!”
Without letting Quin say another word, Logan jumped up from his drafting chair and headed for the door, stopping when he realized he didn’t know where Kieran was. “Where is he?” he asked frantically.
“Follow me!” Quin shouted, running down the hall. “He’s in Theo’s room.”
Logan wasted no time, passing Quin as he sprinted to his mate. A million things were going through his mind; the first was the need for a doctor. “Quin, go get Mac and have him meet me there.”
Changing directions, Quin ran down the stairs to get his brother, praying to the gods that his friend wouldn’t harm himself until Logan got there.
Skidding to a stop outside Theo’s room, Logan looked through the open door, his heart in his throat. Expecting to find his mate in pain, he was stunned to see Kieran sitting on the bed chatting with Theo. Slowly walking over to his mate, Logan stopped, trying to make sense of Quin’s message. Kneeling down in front of him, he placed a hand on his mate’s swollen belly. Sighing in relief when Squirt kicked, he asked, “Why did Quin tell me you hurt yourself?”
Carrying his medical bag, Mac burst into Theo’s bedroom. “Logan…let me see Kieran.”
Growling, Logan gathered Kieran into his arms. “He’s fine.”
