Spreading his feet wider on the bed, Ehlian gazed up at him through heavy-lidded eyes. “Are you really going to hold yourself back?”
Hayce exhaled long and low, maybe an attempt to steady himself, though it failed. The sound was ragged, his breathing laboured as he leaned over Ehlian, the open jacket brushing his sides, wrapping him in its shadow.
“I’m here now.” Ehlian’s hands slid up to his neck, curling around the nape. He pressed a soft kiss to Hayce’s lips. “You can have me.”
Hayce crushed his mouth to Ehlian’s, the delicious, burning ache made Ehlian feel alive. The kiss was raw and hungry, breaths and low moans tangling as they pulled and tugged and licked at each other’s mouths.
“You can have me,” Ehlian repeated mindlessly in the short, breathless pauses, unable to tear himself away. “Have me—”
“Finding you sleeping in my bed,” Hayce growled, tearing free only to trail down to Ehlian’s neck and latch harshly onto his bond point again. “You always knew how to drive me insane.”
Ehlian’s back arched, the thin, sensitive skin sparking with pleasure. A response hovered on his tongue but tore out of him as a broken gasp, swallowed again when Hayce claimed his mouth in a deeper kiss, fingertips sinking bruisingly into Ehlian’s hips, dragging him closer and erasing every inch of space. As if Hayce were still in that prison cell, with Ehlian gone, unreachable.
Ehlian doubted he’d ever met an alpha who wanted him this much.
It was addictive, breathtaking to be wanted this much.
Hayce’s hand fumbled lower, yanking at his fly with hurried tugs, not even bothering to shove his trousers fully down. The moment the blunt head of his cock pressed to Ehlian’s entrance, Ehlian whined into their kiss, hips pushing down in desperate urgency. He couldn’t have him inside soon enough.
When Hayce finally slipped inside him, their kiss broke into groans, lips brushing only in fragments as Hayce set a merciless pace, knocking the air out of Ehlian. The bed cried under the relentless thrusts, Hayce’s shirt crumpling in Ehlian’s desperate grip.
“Yeah, like that,” Ehlian gasped. “Like that…”
He had missed this. He missed Hayce being inside him, missed the way his power coiled around him, around his core, protective and dazzling. Hayce shifted the angle of his hips, driving deeper, striking the most sensitive, sweetest spot.
Ehlian groaned, his head falling back as his fingers twisted tightly into Hayes’s hair.
Yet it wasn’t enough. He needed more, something deeper, something…tighter.
He buried his face in Hayce’s neck and whispered, “Knot me.”
Hayce’s hips drove forward once more, then came to an abrupt halt.
Ehlian emerged from his hiding place, half-lidded eyes fixed on him. “You don’t want it?”
There was a gentle pressure against Ehlian’s mental shield, the intensity in Hayce’s hooded gaze burning through him. “Let me in.”
Ehlian tore an opening in his shield, and Hayce’s hips began moving again with quick, merciless thrusts.
A thin beam of connection formed between their cores, hot and alive, threading through him like molten light.
“Yeah…” Ehlian’s eyes rolled back. “Now… please.”
The threads of connection swirled, then tightened into a telepathic knot. Ehlian’s back arched, stars bursting behind his eyes as Hayce’s power surged through him—pure, unrestrained, holding him tight and close. Ehlian loved the feeling. The strength of an alpha, the power, the safety.
The care.
Sound vanished. His remaining willpower slipped free, and his orgasm rushed through him. Hayce stilled too, soaking in Ehlian’s climax through the entangled knot, coming in hot waves. He stayed buried deep inside Ehlian, their breaths mingling as they exchanged soft kisses, both of them savouring the pulse of their link humming between them.
They remained like that for a long while, until the telepathic knot began to loosen, unravelling slowly.
After what felt like forever, Hayce moved, kneeling between his legs. He grabbed the lapel of his suit jacket. “Can I take this off now?”
Ehlian nodded with a faint smile, watching in silent as Hayce peeled away his clothes, each piece landing on the carpet.
One of Ehlian’s legs moved on their own accord, curling around Hayce’s naked hip.
“Not yet satisfied?” Hayce asked, leaning over him.
