Reid’s eyes fluttered open, the black of his pupils obscuring the blue. “Fuck me, Ev.”
My hands tightened reflexively on his hips. “You sure?”
His head bobbed. “Take me. Hard. I need it.”
My wolf growled. Scratch that, that noise was coming from me. From my human chest.
Holding Reid steady, I sat up and scooted us back until my spine was against the headboard. “Need you like this,” I murmured, my hand going to the back of his neck and pulling his head down. “Need to taste you.”
I smothered Reid’s moan with my lips as I began to slowly thrust up into him. Caught his whimpers with my tongue and claimed them as my own.
Just as I wanted to claim him.
I pulled him close as I unleashed myself. With my hands on his shoulders, Reid was pinned in place as I rutted into him. Our lips were pressed together, but we weren’t kissing. We were too far gone. Too lost in the orgasms that were barrelling towards us. Reid’s hands were in my hair, his cock pressed against my abs. An almost constant stream of babble spilling from him as I took us higher.
“Can ye come like this?” I panted, not slowing my thrusts. “I’m close, sweetheart.”
“Yes,” he whimpered, burying his face in my neck. “Just keep—oh god, right there.”
His hole clamped around my cock as hot liquid splashed over my torso.
I followed Reid over the edge, my roar rattling the windows. My cock jerked as I shot load after load into him.
Marking him as mine in the most primal way possible.
“That feels so good,” Reid moaned, pushing back on me. “Like you’re mine.”
I was too gone to think through what I was doing. Grabbing his chin, I made him meet my eyes. “You are mine, sweetheart.”
He froze, and for a second, fear gripped me. But maybe he was too far gone too, because he just smiled. “Good.”
Chapter 27
Reid
Either Evan’s parents were having a great time socialising, or they were being thoughtful in how much space they were giving us.
I probably should have felt bad that they’d essentially left their own house for us to have sex in it, but as I came down Evan’s throat in the shower, I couldn’t find it in myself to care.
We finished the night just as we had the one before—with me cuddled on Evan’s chest as we talked about everything and nothing.
The perfection of it terrified me. I was meant to be keeping my distance. Living on clan lands with a shifter wasn’t what I wanted for my future. But being held in his arms, whispering into the wee hours, I couldn’t seem to find that distance.
We were careening along a runway at top speed, with neither of us willing to put on the brakes. We might fly.
But we might crash.
How the fuck had I got myself into this situation sofast? Impulsivity was my middle name, but strangely, this didn’t feel impulsive.
It just felt…right.
When my alarm woke us the next morning, I grabbed at my phone so fast it hit the floor. “Balls.”
Evan’s chuckle was raspy with sleep. “Since when do you respond to the first alarm?”
I picked it up and hastily silenced the alarm. “Since we’re in your parents’ house and I don’t want to wake them.”
There was a message on my screen from Chester. One that had my lips lifting in a smile.
