The air between them was thick, or at least, it felt like it.Tamsin walked backward until he felt his bare legs brush against the bed.The sheets were still rumpled from when he’d gotten up earlier after realizing that Nic wasn’t there, and he fell back onto them.Nic stood by the bed, watching Tamsin, who couldfeelhis gaze traveling from his ankles all the way up to his face.
“You’re overdressed,” Tamsin said.
Nic slowly smiled as he reached for his jeans.He unbuttoned them and pushed them down his hips along with his briefs.His cock sprang free, hard and leaking, and Tamsin’s mouth went dry.Nic didn’t join him on the bed, though.Instead, he leaned over Tamsin, bracing one hand on the mattress beside his head, his body a delicious, warm presence above him.
“You look perfect like this,” Nic murmured, his voice low and rough.
He dipped his head, and his mouth found the sensitive skin where Tamsin’s neck met his shoulder.It wasn’t a kiss.It was a press of lips that made Tamsin’s back arch off the bed when Nic’s teeth grazed his skin.A low moan escaped Tamsin’s lips, and he tangled his fingers in Nic’s hair, holding him there.
They were already bonded, but his entire being wanted Nic to bite him.
Nic continued his exploration, his mouth branding Tamsin’s collarbone, his chest, the plane of his stomach.Each gentle bite felt calculated, balanced between soft and hard enough to make Tamsin’s body jerk every time he felt Nic’s teeth on his body.Tamsin was panting, and his skin felt oversensitive, but every part of him screamed for more.
“Nic, please,” he gasped.
That was all Nic needed.He moved up Tamsin’s body, his body hot and solid against Tamsin’s.He reached for the bottle of lube in the nightstand, the sound of the cap snapping open obscenely loud in their otherwise silent bedroom.Tamsin watched as Nic slicked his own fingers, then his cock.
When Nic’s fingers found him, Tamsin cried out.One slick finger pressed inside, stretching him in a way that had him seeing stars.
Nic didn’t waste time now that he was inside Tamsin.A second finger joined the first, stretching him open with a practiced ease that barely gave him the opportunity to breathe.Nic crooked his fingers just right, brushing overthatspot, and Tamsin’s vision whited out for a second.
“Ready?”Nic asked, his voice strained.
Tamsin wasn’t the only one feeling things so strongly, and he could only nod.He wasn’t sure he’d be able to speak even if he tried.
Nic positioned himself between Tamsin’s legs.Tamsin held his breath when he felt the head of Nic’s cock press against his entrance.Nic pushed forward in a slow invasion that stole the air from Tamsin’s lungs and forced him to suck in a breath.The stretch was a burning fullness that quickly turned into a deep pressure that threatened to make Tamsin scream.Nic slid home, and they both stilled, breathing together.
Then Nic began to move.
He started with a slow, deep rhythm, hitting that spot inside Tamsin insistently.Tamsin clutched Nic’s shoulders, digging his nails in and making Nic moan.Nic caught one of his hands, lacing their fingers together and pressing it back against the mattress by Tamsin’s head.The gesture was unexpectedly tender and reminded Tamsin that this was more than just a physical connection.Nic was claiming him a second time.
Their other hands found each other, fingers intertwining tightly as Nic pressed his body against Tamsin’s.His thrusts became faster, harder, as Nic lost control.The bedframe knocked against the wall, the sound punctuating their grunts of pleasure.Tamsin could feel the coiled tension building in his gut, a tight, hot knot of pleasure.
Nic bent his head, his breath hot against Tamsin’s ear.“Come for me,” he said right before biting Tamsin.
He didn’t break skin—or at least, Tamsin didn’t think he did, but he didn’t pay much attention.His orgasm ripped through him, making him gasp.His back bowed off the bed as he came, muffling a cry against Nic’s shoulder.His body clenched around Nic’s cock, and Nic’s rhythm shattered as he gave a final deep grinding thrust into Tamsin, burying himself to the hilt with a moan.
They collapsed together, a tangled, breathless mess of limbs.Nic’s weight was a comforting pressure that reminded Tamsin that he was safe.Their hands were still tightly entwined, and Tamsin wasn’t ready to let go.
So he didn’t.
Chapter Seven
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WHEN NIC WOKE UP, HEdidn’t open his eyes right away.Instead, he held on more tightly to Tamsin, who was curled up against him, and smiled.
He was home.
For a moment after Parrish had found him, he hadn’t thought he would ever come back here.He’d been convinced that Parrish would kill him, and he would have if Tamsin and the others hadn’t arrived when they had.They’d saved Nic’s life, and he’d always be grateful for that.He might still have a lot to prove to the people who lived in the village, but at least now, he’d have the opportunity to do so.
“I don’t want to go to that meeting,” Tamsin said with a groan as he tried to curl up even closer.He couldn’t.There wasn’t an inch of space between them.
“I’m pretty sure that Dermot would come find you and drag you there if you didn’t show up,” Nic said as he kissed the top of his mate’s head.
Tamsin tilted his face up and opened one eye.“I think he’d be too afraid to find us.He wouldn’t want to catch us in this position.”
“We’re mates.He has to at least suspect we have sex.”
