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I want to touch you.

He jumped at Mark’s voice in his head, coinciding with the moment his palms glided over his exposed shoulders to ease his shirt out of the way.

“We’ll be late.” Caster’s voice was trapped by the exponential need to continue to feel Mark’s tenderness, but even the low growl in his tone couldn’t work through a mind held captive by a touch he hadn’t known he needed.

Mark reached for his belt. “Will you let me?”

Caster tried to follow the thousands of images flowing past his mind too quickly to decipher, but he was too distracted by a touch that had now moved to his ass. Mark didn’t wait for him to answer, working his belt loose with the same delicate care he had his shirt.

He wanted to stop him, wanted to take control, but he was too distracted by Mark’s mind, by the deliberate strategizing he did nothing to conceal. When he lay on his belly on the bed as he pushed his pants down his hips, Mark’s intent became clear. The look on his face was one of pure anticipatory pleasure. He moaned as he settled on his belly, and it was all Caster could do not to crumble to his knees.

Caster’s jaw tightened against the moan threatening to bubble from his heart when Mark caught his gaze and stroked his exposed cock. The simple soft touch was his undoing, and he called on all his strength to hold on.

Mark raised his head and licked the tip of his cock, and Caster had to call on his reserves of control to keep his knees from buckling. It would not do for him to fall apart right now, not when this is what his submissive wanted.

Mark leaned forward, grabbed his hip in a tight hold, and swallowed his cock. The moan he’d held back earlier would not be restrained a second longer. It came out as a hiss, his hand moving to the back of Mark’s head with little input from his brain.

Mark moaned around his cock, the perfect suction of his lips tearing a path of unbridled pleasure past his lower body to increase the swell in his chest. His hand in Mark’s hair tightened, an action Mark answered with another moan.

Caster opened his eyes, the sight greeting his hazy vision, one he would hold on to forever. Mark’s magnificent body stretched to the headboard, his feet braced against the pillow. His head was tilted upward toward Caster, his lips stretched. But it was the movement of his head as he worked Caster’s cock further down his throat in perfect concert with the movement of his hips against the covers, seeking his own relief, that was Caster’s undoing.

He hissed, curses flowing past his lips when Mark swallowed around him again, and he couldn’t contain himself anymore. His hold tightened, and Mark answered his request to hand back control by relaxing his jaw. Caster thrust forward, pushing his cock further down Mark’s throat, refusing to look away from his ass. He wanted nothing more than to pull out of his mouth, plunge into his body, and give them both what they needed. But the feel of Mark’s tongue on his sensitive cock was too much to overcome.

He lost the restraint he’d found a few minutes earlier, and his hips established a steady rhythm, one Mark matched with a moan each time Caster pulled out of his mouth. It didn’t take long for that rhythm to falter. His grip on Mark’s hair tightened further, the answering muffled moan from Mark lost in his own as he gave in to the orgasm’s pull. He could do nothing about the weakness in his knees, and he only just held himself from crashing on top of Mark.

When he could feel his body again, Mark was looking up at him with tear-laden eyes and a self-satisfied smile. He couldn’t resist those lips if he called on all his strength. The taste of himself on Mark’s lips was one he was certain he would never get used to, as was the way Mark surrendered all control at the first touch, melting into Caster as he pulled him up to his knees.

The need to breathe interfered with his desire for Mark, and he pulled away, their breaths occupying the tiny distance between them. He reached for Mark’s cock, their synchronized moans filling the room as soon as he made contact.

“Are you trying to manipulate me, baby?” His voice was a small whisper as he allowed his hand to glide over Mark’s cock.

Mark’s answer was a long-drawn-out moan.

He tightened his hold, his strokes coming faster. Mark pleaded with him for release, his hands digging into Caster’s shoulders in a hold tight enough to cause pain. He was primed for his usual brand of unguarded surrender, and Caster wasn’t sadistic enough to deny him. They had an eternity for that. “Come!”

His body bowed forward, his cock jerked in Caster’s grip, his breath a sharp gasp as he obeyed the command. Caster held him through the assault and found that he didn’t want to let him go, even as his body came down from the heights of his orgasm.

His parents, everyone would wait. He was now coming to terms with the fact that his priorities had changed. Mark would always come first. His needs, his safety would always be at the top of his list. Everything else he did would only be in support of that. Words weren’t necessary as Mark pulled him into the bed. A few minutes soaking in this undeniable connection with his soulmate wouldn’t hurt.

CHAPTER 22

Mark hadn’t meant to distract Caster. In truth, it was his fault. That look, the look of undisguised desire he gave him every time they were alone, was impossible to ignore. Now, they were late to meet the King, and he was beyond nervous.

He fumbled with the buttons of the crisp white shirt that he’d found in the closet. Everything in there was new, unfamiliar, which just added to the nerves he couldn’t contain. The size was perfect, but he was still constricted by it all. At least Caster was in the living area talking to Kyle; another distraction as pleasurable as those were would be a bad idea. Part of their conversation floated towards him, something about Amelia’s travel plans.

He sighed and walked towards the living area, his belly awash with the unsettling feeling of impending dread. He was about to meet the most powerful person in the world, even if that power had to remain concealed from humans.

Caster smiled at him as he approached. Put up that barrier. This is not the time to leave your mind open.

Mark glanced at Kyle as he followed Caster’s instructions.

Kyle gave him a curt nod, his usual impassive face revealing nothing. He walked to the door without another word. Mark was so lost in the thousands of ways his first impression on the King would go wrong, he failed to notice Caster had moved until he was right in front of him. He gave in to the need for his strength, his palms finding the soft material of Caster’s dark charcoal shirt.

“Look at me!”

His eyes were a few shades lighter, the red ring around the pupils so subdued, it was almost imperceptible.

Caster’s hand was in his hair, the touch meant as a comfort, but bringing forth the subtle hum of the beginnings of his arousal. “You have nothing to worry about.”