Beaumont wasn’t going to argue against that idea. “Drive faster.”
Chapter Seven
Duron
In usual circumstances, no one would be getting caught, especially not by law enforcement, and definitely not in a foreign country. He had to trust Wyatt, so Duron got Beaumont, while he was driving, to text Kylo and explain to leave Wyatt where he was. Just in case, Kylo received a call about the arrest.
Duron would thank Wyatt for giving him the alone time with Beaumont later. Much later when he’d had his fill. The hour of the night might be late, despite that, Duron wasn’t in the least bit tired.
He was totally wired to his mate. Each move, his scent, his thoughts. When he’d projected how he wanted to take Duron on a date. Something his mate was right about, he’d never had one. All of that and more made his heart swell and the need for him increase. Which was a pain in his pants! Literally.
It was easy to find his way back to the Putney’s home. He coded in the number for the gate with trembling fingers. He’d barely pulled to a stop and Beaumont was out of the jeep and yanking his door open. On him in a split second, their lips clashed, as the scent of their arousal thickened the muggy night air.
Pinned to the seat, half twisted, Duron let Beaumont do as he wished, for now. Magic wards protected them from anyone wanting to pry on them from outside the gates. However, Duron was conscious of those inside the house. He wasn’t known for being an exhibitionist like Conrad.
“Inside,” he mumbled against the mouth, destroying him with fervent kisses. He could feel them all the way to his curling toes inside his boots.
“Aren’t we there already?” Beaumont replied, chuckling, lifting Duron bodily out of the jeep.
He groaned at the enormous show of strength as he melted against his mate, whose hands hooked under his ass and hefted him up and closer. “Wrap your legs around me.”
Not needing to be asked twice, Duron did.
At no time in his life would he ever have considered someone would want to pick him up. Unless, of course, they were trying to kill him. That was different and expected. This situation was not.
Unsure what to do, his hands slid over powerful shoulders and up into thick, silky hair. The cat inside wanted nose kisses, and Duron, though embarrassed, his cheeks heating, rubbed his nose against Beaumont’s. His head moved back a little at the sound of approval so he could go left to right, stroking his now cat nose against Beaumont’s.
“So beautiful,” Beaumont whispered in approval, encouraging the cat part to purr. “Let’s go inside so we can do this without being watched.”
Duron’s head fired up as he glanced about, his cat’s eyes flashing as he searched the darkness for threats.
“There isn’t anyone out here. The cameras positioned around the grounds will catcheverything,” Beaumont explained as he strode purposefully to the front door.
There was a little jiggling as Beaumont reached for the house key Kylo had given them. Duron bit his tongue to prevent the moan of approval as his hard length got jammed against Beaumont’s. The move caused a throbbing ache to awaken deep in his balls, which felt triple the size and super sensitive with how long he’d needed to come.
Voices carried from the living area, which Beaumont ignored, taking them straight to their allocated bedroom. Door kicked shut, light on, Duron didn’t wait for Beaumont to drop him to strip and tore the top clothes from his body, the claws careful not to scratch skin. His clothes followed, and he groaned in approval as his naked chest slid against his mates.
The scent of arousal increased at the action. “I’m going to need to buy more clothes, I can see.”
Beaumont didn’t sound pissed while he chuckled, then moaned when Duron bit down gently on the puckered skin of the mate mark. Electricity sparked every time Beaumont touched his mate mark and he hoped Beaumont got the same thrill.
Beaumont’s response was to sink to the rug on the hardwood floor, balancing Duron on his folded legs, settling him on his thighs. His feet hit the ground with a thud as Beaumont trailed kisses down the side of his mate mark, whispering possessively, “mine.”
Somehow or other, they ended up naked and back rolling around the floor. Duron wasn’t complaining especially when Beaumont slipped over his dewy skin, flushed with need, down to his leaking cock. His mouth watered for the same experience and his brain, the one not between his thighs, came up with a solution on how to have both a taste and feel Beaumont’s lips on his cock.
“Stop,” Duron said breathlessly, right as Beaumont’s lips brushed the top of his cock.
Eyes pulsing with heat stared up at him, brows raised. “What is it?”
There was concern coming through their link, and Duron shook his head, explaining what he wanted. “Can you straddle my face so I can taste too?” He hoped Beaumont would attribute the heat spreading over the bridge of his nose down to anything other than his embarrassment when Beaumont didn’t move initially and continued to stare at him, his gator flashing in his eyes.
Before he could say it was fine, he’d wait, Beaumont’s solid body was moving, and his thick thighs sat on either side of Duron’s head.
Duron inhaled the earthy scent of his mate, looking up at his mate’s junk. His balls were proportionate to his enormous cock. His ass was smooth and round like a plum. He reached up through the spread thighs and ran his hands over the taut flesh of Beaumont’s ass.
Beaumont’s upside down features revealed the desire as he held still, the tension rolling off the muscles quivering under his touch. He gently tugged, and his head lifted off the floor so he could push his nose into his mate’s ass and sniff.
Intoxicated by the masculine smell, Duron’s cock throbbed, his thighs parted, his feet planted on the floor, and he lifted his hips in invitation to the man above him.
