Dropping a hand to his cock, Gale cradled the hard length in his hand and put the other to the back of Jude’s head.
No direction was needed. Jude bent to take Gale into his mouth, as he reached to the bedside table for lubricant and made sure to coat his fingers liberally.
Gale hissed and gripped Jude’s neck hard as a wet mouth enveloped the head of his cock, the sensation more intense than he’d expected. Jude held him in one sure hand, as he used his lips and tongue to tease the head of his cock.
Fuck, that mouth. He tugged Jude’s hair, and the sight of lust-laden eyes had him biting his lip.
When Jude moaned and sucked Gale’s length into his mouth, Gale stopped thinking. He held Jude firm and rocked his hips, thrusting into a hot mouth, moaning at the feel of a teasing tongue caressing the veins and slit.
Sucking in a breath, he loosened his grip as Jude pulled off his cock and coughed. He swallowed a few times, letting Jude decide what happened next. He could back off and call it quits, or finish what he started.
“Better than your porn, right?”
Jude slipped off the bed to stand. When he thought he’d chicken out, he shoved Gale’s shoulder. “Lie back.” His voice was hoarse, and it made him grin. He’d done that. Hiscockhad done that.
Refusing to ruin it with unnecessary words, Gale lay on the bed, head on the pillow, lazily stroking his spit-wet cock. He never took his eyes off Jude, as he climbed onto the bed to straddle his knees.
Gale grunted when Jude bent and took his cock deep into his mouth, tightening his throat around the sensitive head, never breaking eye contact as he sucked with amateur enthusiasm.
Gale bit his lip and cupped a hand under Jude’s chin. Dragging him up by his hair, Gale caught his mouth in a kiss. Jude moaned and surrendered without hesitation. Devouring his mouth, he gripped his painfully hard cock and gave it the last few strokes it needed, to careen head first into an orgasm.
Jude broke the kiss to watch, hand flying to his own cock. He gasped and shuddered as he stroked, giving Gale an unguarded view of his long cock.
As hot as it was to watch, he scooped the thick come covering his cock and held his fingers to Jude’s mouth. Without pausing, not a blink, he closed his mouth over one finger and another, moaning as he sucked every drop from his hand.
When Gale put his middle finger in his own mouth, needing to taste the blend of their scents and saliva, Jude came with a sharp cry. A hiccuped sound followed and Jude shook as he fell to rest his forehead on Gale’s chest.
“I am going to mate you and fuck you so hard when we get home, baby,” he promised, kissing his forehead to seal the deal.
When Jude raised his head, he had tears in his eyes. “You better,” he warned, fragile and scared to believe.
Fine. Words were cheap. Gale would prove it with his actions.
Chapter Ten
mid-November
It was time.
The farewell party had started something that couldn’t be undone. Jude had accepted him. Gale had accepted Jude. The mate bond had sealed during a night of traded blow jobs and finger-fucking Jude into incoherence.
Now, they would take it to the next level.
Keon brushed at the black T-shirt Gale had chosen for the occasion. He’d dressed casual, but smart,in black jeans and a black T-shirt. “Does he have any clue what’s about to happen?”
“None.” He’d done his best to keep the secret from Jude. “I told him you’d asked me to escort you to the podium because of a speech for Weston. He thinks I’m acting as temporary Beta, while Milo’s there as your mate.”
The last few weeks after returning home had been chaotic, reaffirming, life changing. Keon as an Alpha was everything he’d never thought to experience in his lifetime, everything he’d wanted for Yosi as he grew from a boy into a damned fine man.
It was hard to think of him as a mated man. Knowing he had his happy ending with Callum, mated and living together, their mating secured by Keon’s laws, was beyond words.
As much as he loved his brother, today was his day. It wasn’tallabout him but it was the culmination of weeks of planning, something he’d had Keon’s help plotting for the last twenty-four hours.
Gale had given Jude the time he needed to get used to the idea of their bond after returning home. Feeling the bond and accepting it, realising what they had, realising Gale wouldn’t feel or act any different after returning to the pack, to Vihaan. He’d given Jude time to get used to being a spectacle.
He understood why Jude had resisted in Dnara, scared their bond was nothing more than lust and the excitement of the mission. Afraid Gale had experimented or acted freely in Dnara with no one to watch over him, to judge or criticise, with no one to see or know what they’d shared. Although he wanted to come home and mate Jude instantly, Gale had given it time.
They’d been discreet and hadn’t made a show of their attraction, but he hadn’t behaved any differently to how he’d been in Dnara.
