Sometimes he forgot he needed to shut down the bond when he wanted to keep anything from him. He poked atCian’s shoulder and grumbled. “You caught that, did you?”
“Hard to miss.” Cian’s smirk was all-wolf. “They were giving off enough sparks to light up that damn tree Ward made me help bring inside while you were gone.”
Reaper groaned, scrubbing a hand over his face. “Christ. I was hoping I was imagining it.”
“You weren’t.” Cian’s voice dropped, serious now. “Did Zero tell you what the story is there?”
Reaper hesitated. This was two of their people, one of his team and one of the Fianna’s, tangled up in something that could either destroy them both or forge something unbreakable. But if there was one thing Reaper knew for sure, it was that unbreakable bonds were worth any and all risks. “I just know Zero says he’s drawn to Oisín, but…”
“Oisín’s still under the fairy bond from Naimh of the Golden Hair,” Cian filled in.
“Yeah. That.” Reaper shrugged. “Yet. But you saw them last night. The way Zero kept brushing against him. The way Oisín’s jaw got all tight every time someone else talked to him.”
“So. A warrior and a sniper.” Cian made a low, considering sound. “This is going to get messy.”
“A Fianna warrior and a SEAL sniper,” Reaper corrected. “One’s been alive for centuries and has some kind of fucked-up bond with some fairy princess. The other’s got more rules from the Louisiana Bayous than he knows what to do with, and it’s destroying them both.”
“Sounds familiar.” Cian rolled, pinning Reaper beneath him, his weight solid and good. “Maybe they just needa push.”
Reaper shoved at Cian’s chest. “Oh hell no. I am not playing matchmaker.”
“Scared?” Cian’s teeth grazed his collarbone.
“Terrified.” His breath hitched as Cian’s mouth trailed lower. “Also, we have present things to do. Like—” His words cut off in a gasp as Cian’s teeth closed over his nipple, just shy of painful. “Fuck, Cian?—”
Cian chuckled darkly, the vibration sending a bolt of heat straight to Reaper’s gut. “Presents can wait.”
Reaper’s hands found Cian’s hair, gripping tight. “You’re insatiable.”
“And yet,” Cian murmured, his lips skating down Reaper’s sternum, “you’re still here.”
His back arched as Cian’s mouth wrapped around the head of his cock, wet and hot and fuck—“Yeah, yeah, I’m insatiable when it comes to you, too,” he managed, his voice rough. His fingers tightened in Cian’s hair, holding on as Cian took him deep, his throat working, his tongue swirling.
Fuck, his tongue is so damn yum when he does that.
His hips jerked up off the bed. Cian pulled off with a wetpop, his breath ghosting over his skin. “Merry Christmas,” he repeated, his voice a dark purr.
Reaper flipped them in one sharp motion, pinning his warrior beneath him. “Merry fucking Christmas,” he growled, and slammed his mouth down on Cian’s, swallowing his laugh, their teeth clashing, their bodies pressing together as they tried to get as close to each other as possible.
Cian’s hands gripped his hips, raked down his back, tugged him closer, harder. Reaper broke the kiss, panting, his forehead dropping to Cian’s shoulder. “Lube. Now.”
Cian’s chuckle was dark and triumphant. He reached over, fumbling in the nightstand drawer before pressing the bottle into Reaper’s hand. “Bossy.”
“You love it.” Reaper slicked his fingers and reached between them, pressing one inside Cian with a slow, deliberate thrust.
Cian’s breath hitched, his back arching. “Fuck—yes?—”
He added a second finger, crooking them just right, watching his love’s face as his lips parted and his eyes darkened. “Like that?”
Cian’s answer was a broken groan, his hips rolling up, chasing. Reaper leaned in, biting at his bottom lip. “Gonna fuck you slow, Grá Croí. Make you beg for it.”
Cian’s hands shot to Reaper’s hair, yanking him into another kiss, this one brutal and desperate. When they broke apart, his voice was rough. “Less talking. More fucking.”
Reaper grinned, pulling his fingers free and lining himself up. He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, watching Cian’s face the whole time.
Damn, that’s beautiful.
Cian’s lashes fluttering, his lips parted, his breath coming in sharp little gasps. When he bottomed out, Cian’s eyes flew open, locking onto his, “Move!”
