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“What?”
“I told you exactly what I wanted weeks ago, and you said you couldn’t think about it until William Anderson was dealt with. Things might not have played out quite the way you expected, but he’s gone. And since then, you’ve said nothing.”
“So you are mad?”
August’s sigh said he was barely keeping his temper in check. “About that. Not about anything that happened in Dover. I couldn’t have been any clearer about my feelings.”
“I’m sorry.”
“If you were sorry, you wouldn’t be grinning like a Cheshire cat.”
“A Cheshire what?”
“It’s an old story. Never mind.”
He was right. I was smiling. And as hard as I tried, I couldn’t stop. The best I could manage was wrestling it under control for a few seconds before it came back twice as strong.
August rolled his eyes. “You’re so fucking weird.”
There was no way to respond to that except to kiss him. When he tried to squirm away, I just kissed harder. Eventually, he gave in, pushing me back on the steps and covering me with his body, his cock swelling against mine.
“Biters might come,” I murmured between kisses that only grew more heated.
“We’d hear them.” Something of my warning seemed to get through to him, though. Enough that he propped himself up on one elbow. “I need a yes or a no from you.”
“Go on.”
“Do you want to be with me?”
“Yes.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
A sudden wetness seeped into my awareness. I slid a hand beneath me and pulled it back sticky with crushed blackberries, holding the mess up for him to see. “I was looking forward to eating those.”
“I’ll get you more.” He scrambled to his feet and pulled me up with him. “Come on. I’ll lick you clean.”
We shed our clothes before we even reached the bedroom we’d shared like brothers the night before. There was nothing brotherly about the way we kissed, sucked, and licked today. August kept his word, laving my blackberry-stained thigh with his tongue and pronouncing it delicious.
Our first orgasms came embarrassingly quickly. Sex hadn’t figured much in my thoughts while holed up in the cave, and I doubted August had either the opportunity or the libido in the castle for any solo pleasure. Weeks of abstinence had left us both primed, our bodies reacting accordingly.
It also meant one orgasm wasn’t enough, neither of us going flaccid. Positioning myself between August’s thighs, I sucked his cock until he returned to full hardness. When I stopped for a breather, I traced the faded scar on his inner thigh. “You never did tell me how you got this?” August gave his spit-slick cock a series of lazy strokes while he considered the question. I flicked his thigh. “Don’t lie.”
He chuckled. “So I can’t tell you that someone turned while they were giving me a blowjob.”
“Not unless it’s the truth.”
“The truth is often a lot less interesting.”
“Possibly,” I admitted. “But I’ll still settle for it.”
He gave his cock another lazy stroke. “A biter got hold of me when I was crawling away. That’s just where he bit. I told you it wasn’t very interesting.”
“How old?”
“The biter? I don’t know. He wasn’t up for sharing information about himself. I suggested charades, but I think he was too hungry.”
