Keeping his words to mostly groans, Kahn devoured the first meal he’d had since his morning toast and coffee. Finally, after he’d stuffed himself full, he looked at the two empty boxes in front of him. Rubbing his stomach, he muttered, “I’m gonna need two extra hours at the gym in the morning to work this off.”
“I don’t think so,” Reeve said, smirking. “Not after I’m finished ravishing you tonight.”
“Promises, promises,” Kahn murmured, leaning over and planting a sinful kiss on his mate’s lips.
“One I intend to keep,” Reeve growled, gathering up the empty pizza boxes and bottles. Getting up, he threw them in the trash and then, noticing paint smears on his mate’s hands, asked, “How was your day?”
“Good,” Kahn said, smiling. “It felt so great to be back in my studio, I finished two more paintings for the show. Oh, and Emilia left a message…she wants the names of the people we want invited to the Opening.”
“When?”
“In the next couple of days. I was going to invite Tristan and Heath…is that okay.”
“Yup. You can do it tomorrow since they’ll be coming for dinner,” Reeve said, grinning.
“No way! Tristan said yes?”
“He did,” Reeve replied with a smile. “Your brother might have been able to refuse you, but he couldn’trefuse Heath, who, by the way, I’ve found can be very persuasive.”
“I don’t care who convinced him, I’m just glad he agreed since I’ve been dying to meet him. How did it go with Jackson?”
Snorting, Reeve said, “That man never ceases to amaze me. He gave his approval but only if the High Council met his conditions.”
“Sounds like Jackson. What were they?”
“The Council has to agree to provide food and health care for five years and repair or rebuild new homes for everyone.”
Kahn’s eyes widened. “No shit! Will they agree?”
“I’m pretty sure they will,” Reeve laughed. Then, getting up, he pulled Kahn up into his arms, giving him a feather-light kiss before deepening it until they both were breathless. Finally breaking apart, he murmured, “Enough about work…I seem to remember you promising me something about being ‘naked and wet’?”
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Standing in his bedroom, Tristan’s eyes roamed over his naked mate until they finally focused on the cock Heath was slowly stroking. His mouth watered for another taste of his mate, but that would have to wait. Right now, there was something he wanted more. Retracing his path until his gaze found Heath’s eyes on him, he saw his mate’s need burning brightly, and hell, if that didn’t make his own cock harder. Deciding a payback was in order, Tristan slowly lifted the edge of his t-shirt, giving Heath a peek of bare skin before dropping it back into place.
Listening to his mate’s moan in response to his tease, Tristan bit his lower lip as his lust ratcheted up. Enjoying the game, he lowered his hand until it rested on his jeans-covered cock, giving it a squeeze before slowly stroking it. Watching Heath, he saw the darkening of his mate’s eyes as they lowered to focus solely on the movement of Tristan’s hand.
Feeling brazen, Tristan used his other hand to pop open the top button of his jeans, pausing for a moment before beginning to unzip them. Reaching in, he pulled out his cock, now dripping with pre-cum. Making a fist around the tip, he began jerking his hips, forcing his cock repeatedly through the tight opening.
Seeing his mate’s cock playing hide-n-seek was more than Heath could take. Abandoning his cock, he took a few steps before falling to his knees in front of Tristan. Brushing his mate’s hand away, Heath opened his mouth, engulfing the head of Tristan’s cock in hot, wet heat. His tongue lapped up the pre-cum, delving into the slit to get every last drop. He wrapped his hand around the base of his mate’s cock and began bobbing his head on it, excited by the feel of Tristan’s hands in his hair.
When his mate’s lips reached the root of his cock, it took everything Tristan had to keep from coming. Locking his knees to brace himself, he threw back his head, moaning in ecstasy as Heath’s talented mouth worked its magic. When he felt his orgasm begin to build again, Tristan knew his mate’s mouth wasn’t where he wanted to come. Reaching down, he grabbed his mate’s arms, pulling him up until he was standing. Gazing at Heath, he found the man he’d dreamed about for so long looking back at him, his wet, puffy lips and blown eyes filled with lust. But when a soft ‘please’floated over to him, Tristan was a goner. “Get on the bed,” he growled.
Heath nodded before pausing at the foot of the bed for a moment before crawling up it. Lying down on his back, his hand sought his cock, while his eyes were still fixed on Tristan. As his mate began removing his clothes, Heath licked his lips, anticipating the feel of Tristan’s skin melding with his. He’d gotten a taste of it in the shower that morning, but it wasn’t nearly enough to satisfy his need. Closing his eyes, wild fantasies filled Heath’s mind, but it wasn’t until he felt the bed dip as Tristan climbed between his legs, that he knew they were all about to come true. Looking up at his mate, the fire in his body grew, and when it reached its peak, he murmured, “Claim me…please.”
Tristan nodded and then, grabbing the lube off the nightstand, coated his cock and his hand, “Spread your legs,” he ordered, watching as Heath obeyed. Batting his mate’s hand away from his cock, Tristan, circled it with his fist and began pumping up and down while his other hand sought out Heath’s puckered opening. Flicking it with a fingertip, he teased the muscle guarding the portal to his ultimate pleasure until he felt it relax. Then inserting his finger, he smiled with satisfaction as it popped through.
Heath whimpered at the sudden intrusion but was soon overcome by the feeling of his mate’s finger shuttling in and out of him. When Tristan added more fingers, Heath knew he couldn’t wait any longer. “Now, dammit…I want you now!”
Chapter 14
Staring down at his mate, Tristan found Heath’s piercing blue eyes locked on him, waiting for him to move. So he did. Pressing his cock against Heath’s hole, Tristan leaned down and gave his mate a kiss filled with every emotion coursing through him, especially his love for Heath. When his mate’s lips parted slightly, Tristan thrust his tongue into Heath’s mouth and, at the same time, slipped his cock into him.
A myriad of sensations began zinging through Heath’s body from the duel assault; it was almost too much, and yet not enough. It spurred him on to begin pumping his hips as he felt his mate’s cock filled him completely.
Sucking in a quick breath at Heath’s sudden movement, Tristan forced himself to remain still for a moment, allowing the muscles gripping his cock to get used to the sudden intrusion. But his tongue, refusing to be denied, entwined itself with Heath’s, driving him crazy with his mate’s delicious taste. Tristan knew there’d never be a day when he didn’t want more of it.
His mate’s kisses were devouring Heath from the inside out. Electrifying sparks ran up his back as his blood grew hot, and when the two sensations came together, they ignited into a firestorm that swirled throughout his body. Unable to fight it, Heath’s hips began to pump. He wanted—no, needed—Tristan as much, if not more, than he needed his next breath.
