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Authors: Piper Vaughn and Kenzie Cade

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A slow smile cut across Avery’s face, and he uncurled himself at a smooth, methodical pace, sitting up and looking deliciously relaxed. “Look who I found.”

Dylan’s eyes shot up and he looked back at the other man in the room. Sure, he’d noticed the guy who’d been bent over whispering to his mate, but he hadn’t seen him. Not really. A bright smile and crystal blue eyes shone at him from the ivory-faced imp. Blond locks stuck up artfully in seemingly random directions, yet Dylan had no doubt they’d been doted over and molded deliberately into place. The man was poised in such a way that spoke of grace even as he knelt, long legs tucked beneath his butt. Dylan inhaled deeply and pieced out the scent he hadn’t been able to put a name to earlier. Reindeer. The rarity of it was interesting enough to tear Dylan’s concentration from his mate’s sleek form briefly. He whipped his head back to the guy. He looked like a reindeer in the headlights. A smile fluttered over Dylan’s face then was gone. The guy was nice-looking, sure, but Dylan didn’t know him.

Uninterested, Dylan flicked his gaze back to his mate and raised his brows.

“Sven,” Avery said, as if it should have been apparent.

Dylan gave a tiny shake of his head. Was the name supposed to mean something? And why was Avery still sitting there—leaving nothing to the imagination in those painted-on pants—like Dylan even cared who this Sven guy was, while his cock was so hard, the only thing that would ease the pain was a ride on the Avery train?

“My yoga instructor,” Avery went on. “Remember?”

It rang a bell. A tiny jingle, but Dylan didn’t care enough to ask any questions. There was one thing he wanted right then.

Dylan tipped his head up in silent acknowledgment, then said, “Yeah, okay, nice to meet you. You should probably go now.”

Eyes locked with Avery’s questioning gaze, Dylan didn’t miss the way Sven reeled back. Probably surprised. Or scared. Dylan seemed to have that effect on most people who didn’t know him… and some who did.

“Out,” he said in a flat tone.

Sven’s shocked eyes widened comically, and Sven shot to his feet making stuttered apologies.

“Dylan!” Avery sounded incensed, and Dylan’s expression turned feral. His mate had been stretching and bending like a fucking pretzel with his ass in the air in their living room and he—what?—expected Dylan to be reasonable?

He growled. Avery’s nostrils flared, and his gaze dropped to Dylan’s groin. His cock twitched at the scorching look Avery leveled at him, waving gratitude for the attention.

“Sorry, Sven,” Avery whispered, licking his lips. “Gonna have to cut it short today.” Then he prowled, like a cat and not a hedgehog, to Dylan.

When Avery was in reaching distance, Dylan curled his fingers around his hip and pulled him in tight, then slammed his mouth over Avery’s. He groaned as the addicting spice of Avery hit his tongue. Dylan barely registered the sound of a door closing. Sliding his arms around Avery’s hips, Dylan slipped his thigh between Avery’s, his cock thickening against Dylan’s leg. The kiss wasn’t nice or pretty, but it was hot and dirty and fucking sexy. While letting Dylan take what he wanted, Avery licked and twirled his tongue around Dylan’s mouth, his teeth, his lips, playing as much as he was marking his territory.

A growl rolled from Dylan’s chest into Avery’s mouth when Avery shoved Dylan to the kitchen table behind them.

“Christ, what you do to me,” he whispered against Avery’s lips. “So fucking hot.”

Avery whimpered and slid closer, straddling and rubbing his cock over Dylan. Avery dropped his head back on his shoulders, eyes closed, face flushed pink, and his kiss-swollen lips parted.

“Damn,” Dylan rumbled softly. He squeezed Avery’s hip and guided him in a slow, sultry rhythm over his leg. “Look at you. Wanting it. Is this what you need, brat? To get off on my leg? Come in your pants, all over the both of us?”

Avery groaned. He looped his arms around Dylan’s shoulders and pressed their foreheads together.

Every time. Every goddamned time it was like this. Better than the last. Dylan breathed Avery in. Avery’s subtle scent of sweat, musk, and desire turned Dylan on like he never would have imagined.

He brushed his lips over Avery’s ear and whispered, “Or do you want my cock in you? Right here? On the table?”

Avery bucked his hips, falling out of sync; a strangled moan tumbled from his mouth. Dylan grinned, trailing his lips then his teeth down the side of Avery’s neck to the place where the bite mark proclaimed him Dylan’s. Avery whimpered, the sound a mix of greedy want. Dylan ran his tongue over the scarred bite then bit down with his very human teeth. Avery’s entire body trembled, then eased and flushed in relief.

After living with Avery, day in and day out, Dylan knew him. Knew the mating mark was a pleasure spot for him. Most of all, he knew how hard Avery got off being bitten, how he craved it. And Dylan wanted to give it to him, to show Avery and the world they were one. They were mates in every sense of the word.

“Tell me what you want,” Dylan breathed over the bite. “Do you want me to fuck you? Want me to drop to my knees for you?” He pulled back and found Avery blinking dazedly at him, his eyes glassy with lust.

“God, Dylan”—Avery leaned his forehead against Dylan’s—“fuck me already,” he whispered, the tendons in his neck strained and taut. God he was beautiful. Avery hissed in a sharp breath when Dylan pressed his thigh more firmly against his balls. “You’re a tease.” Then he gasped. “Fuck me, Dylan. I want you in me. Hard and fast. Then I want you to bite me, claim me again. I want to feel the fuck out of your knot and know it’s all mine.”

In a move rougher than he’d meant, but there was no accounting for heat of the moment, Dylan had their positions reversed—Avery facedown on the table and Dylan over him. “I’ll show you tease.” He chuckled when Avery shivered. “I’m gonna make sure you can’t twist yourself into a fucking pretzel tomorrow without thinking of me.”

Avery’s smile was sweet, less passionate and more adoring. “I always think of you when I get all bendy.”

Dylan growled, leaning forward over him and pressing the thick ridge behind the placket of his jeans into Avery’s crease.

Avery gasped. “Please, Dylan.”

Brushing his lips over the graceful line of Avery’s shoulders, Dylan hooked his fingers into Avery’s stretchy pants and jock, then yanked them to his hips. He gave a single thought to the sexy as fuck underwear and made a mental note to have Avery wear them again—and nothing else.

“Take off your shirt,” Dylan ordered before skating his lips down Avery’s cotton-covered back, then dropped to his knees.

His mouth watered at the sight of his mate’s firm cheeks wiggling as he maneuvered out of his shirt. Leaning forward, Dylan skimmed his mouth over the back of Avery’s upper thigh upward to the pale, milky, taut cheek and sank his teeth in, damn near purring when Avery yelped then melted into the tabletop. “Been wanting you all day, Av.”

Avery gasped when Dylan laved at the reddening mark. “Fucking tease,” Avery whispered and Dylan grinned against the hot skin.

“Then I come home to find you in painted-on tights with another man whispering in your ear.” Dylan ran his tongue in a wet line to the top of Avery’s crease, then gripped both cheeks. He spread them while he licked his way to Avery’s pucker. Avery groaned, spreading his legs wider when Dylan slid his tongue over it. “You’re mine, babe. Mine to whisper to. Mine to bend over. Mine to tease. Mine to fuck.”

“Yours,” Avery groaned as he pressed into the slick caress. “God, yes…. Dylan…,” he panted. “Please.”

A growl rolled in his throat. The sound of Avery’s pleading was the most beautiful music he’d ever heard. Rewarding him, Dylan pointed his tongue and pressed it inside.

“Yes. Fucking yes.” Avery sounded strained and hungry.

Dylan loved every sound he made. He pressed farther in with each of Avery’s groans until he was pulling out and back in, fucking Avery with his tongue. Avery’s hips jerked in short, stilted movements with Avery seemingly unwilling to part from the pleasure ravishing him.

When Dylan pressed a finger in alongside his tongue, Avery hissed, then moved in earnest, taking what he wanted.

He moaned again when Dylan pushed in another finger, then pegged his prostate. Avery jerked and writhed against him. His words, when he spoke again, were breathy and desperate.

“More, Dylan. Please fuck me. I need…. Oh, God, you feel so damn good in me.” His breaths were shallow and fast against the surface of the table. “If you don’t stop, I’m gonna come. Fuck I want to come.” He choked a whimper out. “Please, Dylan.”

It was all Dylan needed to hear. In one quick, flawless motion, he stood and undid his pants, dropping them and his hips. Bending forward, he pressed his bared, flushed cock into the crease of Avery’s ass, his T-shirt-clad chest brushing over Avery’s back. Fumbling through the wicker catchall bowl Avery had shoved out of his way, Dylan searched for his prize. He’d thought Avery was crazy hiding lube packets at the bottom of the bowl until the first time he’d bent Avery over the table. Pure genius—that’s what his mate was.

“Hurry,” Avery begged, grinding his ass onto Dylan’s cock. His skin went up in flames. It was all he could do not to take Avery without lube, but the thought of hurting him, even in the heat of passion, calmed him. A tad.

“Turn over,” Dylan commanded. “Wanna see you.”

He moved away only far enough for Avery to twist around. Avery whined under his breath, a sound full of want and need and impatience that had Dylan tamping down the order from his wolf to take what was his. No matter how badly Dylan fought for control, Avery was worthy of being cared for, of being treasured. Avery was beauty personified. All that smooth, creamy skin on display. Dylan wanted him. Now. Always.

With careful effort, Dylan peeled the yoga pants from Avery’s legs then pressed Avery’s knees to his chest, tugging Avery to the edge of the table. Then he tore open the packet and smoothed cool gel over Avery’s entrance. When he leaned over him, Avery twined his legs around Dylan’s back and without hesitation, Dylan pushed in.

The warmth and perfection of Avery’s ass rippling around him stole Dylan’s breath. For a minute, he waited, eyes closed and fragile. Being surrounded by Avery did this to him, made him both possessive and vulnerable at the same time. His mate owned him mind, body, and soul—Dylan had no doubts.

To ground himself back into the moment, he rotated his hips against Avery’s ass. God, that look—full of uninhibited desire and hunger and worship—undid Dylan every time. With every day that passed, Dylan was certain it couldn’t get better. That what he had with Avery would reach its limit. But then he’d look at his mate and realize that there was always more to learn, more to feel, more to experience with Avery.

“Now, Dylan. Fuck me now.” Avery bucked against him. The look in his eyes told Dylan what Avery craved—fast and hard.

Dylan rocked his hips back then forward, fast and steady. Avery’s mouth fell open, and his eyes held wonder and locked firmly on Dylan’s. That look, that wanton desire in Avery’s eyes stole Dylan’s breath. He wanted to see it more often. Reaching for the bond, Dylan made sure Avery felt what he felt, in his heart. In his soul. That this was what they were. Two halves of a whole. Two hearts beating in time. When Avery gasped, Dylan didn’t miss the shine in his eyes.

Avery slid his hands up Dylan’s arms and dug his fingers into his shoulders, holding on for dear life. He moved in a frenzied rhythm, Dylan fucked him, flying on his own high of filling his mate in every way. Because even then—their gazes locked, coming together in perfect harmony, hearts beating in time—Dylan could feel Avery’s desire for everything Dylan had to give him, could feel his love. He could feel Avery in his mind, in his heart, in his soul.

As if he’d heard Dylan’s thoughts, Avery gasped and his eyes went soft. He moved his hand to Dylan’s jaw.

“Kiss me,” he said. Not a command, not a plea. A request from one mate to another. “Kiss me,” he repeated. And Dylan did, his lips covering Avery’s in a soft, passionate touch. No teasing, no demanding. He felt to his toes what Avery had yet to say. And Dylan put it all back into the kiss—the words he hadn’t uttered, the feelings he’d never expressed to anyone.
I love you.

Avery cried into his mouth, his fingernails digging sharply into Dylan’s skin. His body spasmed and his muscles fluttered then clenched around Dylan. Avery tore his mouth from Dylan and dropped his head to the table, hot release spurting into the space between them.

With a strangled groan, Dylan pressed his forehead into Avery’s collarbone, breathing him in. His senses in overload, Dylan gripped Avery’s shoulders as his peripheral vision splintered and he spilled hot and hard into Avery.

They lay gasping for air on top of the table, Avery’s arms wrapped around him, petting him as his knot swelled. Avery groaned underneath him, and Dylan shuddered when he spasmed around him again.

“Fuck yes,” Avery panted.

His reaction to the mating knot had been clear the first time it had appeared. A shiver zipped down Dylan’s spine at the memory. He feathered kisses over the edge of Avery’s inked collarbone. Sometimes he still expected it all to be a fantasy, something he’d wake from, only to realize he and Avery were back where they started, denying each other. It was his biggest fear.

Sex with Avery did funny things to his head. Case in point….

“I’m getting you more of those pants.” Dylan chuckled, delighted to see Avery’s skin prickle in goose bumps at the slide of breath over skin.

Avery snorted. “Like those, do you?”

With a rumble, Dylan brought his lips to Avery’s. “Mm, you have no idea.”

He meant the kiss to be soft and sweet until Avery giggled against his lips. Nothing felt as good to Dylan as his mate in the midst of happiness.

Avery held Dylan’s heart, his everything. Without him, Dylan didn’t know where or what he’d be. Disappointment weighed on Dylan for his inability to speak three little words. They were mates, sealed with his mark, but Dylan had never been delusional enough to think their mating would be simple.

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