Impatient, I reach down without breaking our kiss and grab his legs. I lift him until he’s at my height. His legs wrap around my waist, pulling us flush.
There. That’s better.
“Wylder,” he moans against my lips. “We have things to do. We should?—”
“No.” I cut him off, nipping along his jaw. “Everything can wait.”
Neo’s mouth pops open. “But there’s work to be done. Important work. I know your brothers are taking care of the…guests, but we need to plan. You have the name and location, right? God, please tell me you got those before Samson?—”
Once again, I interrupt him with a kiss. I kiss him until he’s breathless and rocking against me. Only then do I pull back and speak. “Everything can wait, Neo. Right now, there’s nothing more important to me than you.”
His Adam’s apple bobs. “Me?”
“You,” I whisper, my hands palming his taut cheeks. “You could’ve been taken from me tonight. If you’d been in your room, if you hadn’t set the traps, if the alarm hadn’t gone off…”
“Ssh, love.” His hands cup my face. “None of that happened.”
“But it could’ve.” My monster is furious that they made it so far onto the grounds, let alone to Neo’s window.
“I’m here,” Neo croons, stroking my stubble. “Don’t worry. Not anymore. Right now, just remind us both that we’re safe.”
Yes.Now that’s an idea both my monster and I are on board with.
I can’t stop kissing him. Devouring him. Eventually though, Neo breaks away. “Please, Wylder. Please don’t make me wait.”
“Say it. Call me it again.”
He meets my gaze. “Darling. Darling.Darling.”
Every time he calls me that, I become a little more untethered. No, that’s not right. I’m becoming more tethered.
But instead of being attached to myself, I’m attached to Neo.
I find I like it.
I turn and drop him onto the bed, quickly stripping him of his clothes. Kneeling between his legs, I bring his cock into my mouth. I suck on him fast and hard as my finger slips down and swirls around his hole, pressing against it. He’s leaning back on the bed, arching his hips up, begging for more, for me to fuck him.
But I want to give him this.
I want to take it all, swallow it down, consume it.
One of his hands slides into my hair, and he tugs, moving my head just the way he wants it. And I let him, let him take control.
His moans are desperate little things, needy and loud.
He comes with my name on his lips, and this time I don’t pull off.
I drink him down, swallowing his essence, feeling him inside of me as I wring him dry.
It’s only when he pulls a trembling hand from my hair that he utters, “I’m dead.”
“Don’t die. I need you alive.”
He groans, his body going limp, his arm thrown over his face.
I tap him gently on the hip. “I need to get up and get to work. So do you.”
He pops an eye open. “Did you come?”
