A gratifying grunt joined the instinctive hitch of Milo’s hips, pushing his cock further into Keon’s mouth. Pre-come teased his tongue, and he moaned, taking Milo deeper to savour the taste and encourage more. Keeping his eyes on Milo’s face, Keon memorised every flicker of pleasure, every teeth-gritting moment of holding on, and basked in the visible effect his hard work wrought.
Milo said his name like a prayer, fingers tightening in his hair as he slowed to lick and tease. “Let me.”
Slurping his mouth from Milo’s cock to clean it as he retreated, Keon climbed the bed to press a deep kiss to Milo’s lips. Milo moaned and grasped at his head to hold him in place, nails digging in, tongue exploring. Keon kept one hand on Milo’s cock, stroking, teasing, and experimenting with how much pressure, how fast he liked it.
Let me taste you, Milo whispered in his mind, tugging at his hair.
Eager to know how good it felt, Keon shuffled up the bed to kneel over his chest. Milo lifted his arms across his thighs to drag the flat of his tongue across the head of Keon’s cock. “Fuck.”
Milo had a mouth of sin. He didn’t balk at taking Keon’s length down his throat with barely a few licks to prepare. When he choked, Keon repositioned, grasping the top of the wooden headboard for support to better angle his hips. He cupped Milo’s head and lifted him, using his free hand to shove another pillow under his neck.
Putting his hands to the headboard, he winked at his blushing mate. “Get to it, mikha. The quicker you make me come, the quicker I suck you into oblivion,” he teased, raising an eyebrow when Milo smacked his ass.
“Where’s the fun in that?”
Milo stuck his tongue out and flicked the tip against his cock head. As he took inch after inch into the wet heat of his mouth, his hand rested on the dip of Keon’s spine, holding him, supporting and stroking.
“Fuck,” he gasped, muscles quivering as his orgasm shattered every preconceived notion of how it should feel. The earth didn’t move. He didn’t scream. His eyes didn’t roll. His m’wekodidwant to howl, itching to release his claws in response to the rush of hormones. It wasn’t everything the books and movies made it out to be, but it was bloody good.
Milo moaned and dug his nails in as Keon failed to retreat in time. He swallowed what Keon released without complaint, a flood of warm emotion seeping through their mental link.
When he pulled off with a lingering lick, Keon cupped his face. “I can’t wait to mate you. To know you’re mine…forever.” Joy lit green eyes, when Keon kissed him to seal the promise.
Milo responded in his mind,Forever mine.
Yes. They would mate. Soon. Nothing would stop Keon from taking Milo as his mate to love, to keep, and to be with for the rest of his life. The Fates hadn’t planned them as mates, but they’d put them onto the same path.
He sent every thought, every scrap of emotion through their bond and kissed Milo over and over. Milo’s contentment seeped through every touch, and every brush of their lips felt like the most important thing in the world.
Chapter Thirty
Keon
One Week Later
“CHEATER!” HALEY’S LAUGHTERrang out, as Keon stepped through the front door.
He was shocked to hear her being pleasant for once. He’d left her in Milo’s safe hands while he inspected the renovations to the Pack-House, and it was a welcome delight to find them being friendly. Haley still hadn’t made an effort to settle in, despite everyone making her feel welcome.
“Hold your tongue,” Milo retaliated, voice a warm welcome after the November chill. “You’re the one who suggested we mix card games with Truth or Dare.”
Keon removed his jacket, embracing his laughter, light and cherry-sweet.
Keon walked into the living room and kicked off his shoes, continuing to the dining room where the siblings sat at the table. Haley was tame, in long black jeans, tight-fitting and low on her hips, and a cropped jumper that met her jeans. Barely, but it was progress. She had on black boots, indicating she planned to go out, and her long hair was tied in a high ponytail, dark makeup making her pale skin look paler. Her sea-green eyes flicked in his direction as he stepped behind Milo’s backless stool, the usual hostility not as pronounced today. Keon kissed Milo’s head and wrapped his arms around his shoulders.
Hey, mikha. Everything good?
Fine.“I missed you,” he added aloud, tilting his head to accommodate the nuzzle of Keon’s nose against his neck.
“What’s this I hear about Truth or Dare?” Keon asked, his question inspiring a round of giggling, Haley rolling her eyes and Milo blushing beautifully. “You know that makes me more curious.” He added a nip to Milo’s marked skin.
Milo gestured with his left hand, placing a card with his right. “We made a pile of questions we’ve agreed are acceptable. We shuffled them and pick one at random when we lose a game,” he explained, though they were playing the children’s game of Snap. Which meant short games with high risk.
Intrigued, Keon checked the Truth pile, where someone had made a paper stand to label the piles, and tilted the top to peek at the next one.
Who was your first kiss?
The innocent question likely lay at Haley’s feet. He peeked at the top Dare pile and raised an eyebrow:
