“Sam, do I seem like a reasonable person to you?”
Sam’s mouth dropped. Where in the hell was this line of questioning going and
how much trouble was he going to end up in? “Um, well, yeah, for the most
part.”
“Then believe me when I say that I want you to claim me. Yes, I fear being
rejected. After what I’ve been through, who wouldn’t? But more than that, I
want to be connected to you. To have that bond that mates are supposed to
have. I want to be a part of something, a part of you.”
Sam
just had no words for that. Patch was saying everything that was inside of his
own heart. His
lion was
snarling
and
pacing
the
cage
of his
mind,
ready to
pounce
out
and
sniff
at
Patch. His lion was ready to claim their mate.
“Don’t break my heart, Patch.”
“Never.”
Instead of saying more, which would have been pointless since they both wanted
the same thing, Sam leaned forward and brushed his lips across Patch’s.
Knowing what Patch had been through, he wanted to take things slow. He didn’t
want to scare him or do anything that would upset him.
He
wasn’t in the least bit prepared for Patch to come on like a locomotive.
Before Sam could do more than gently kiss Patch, he found himself pushed back
onto the floor, his mate hovering over the top of him.
“I
won’t break, Sam,” Patch growled right before his lips slammed down on Sam’s.
In the blink of an eye, Sam was transformed from a man trying to go easy on
his mate and take things slow to a predator ready to hunt.
Heart
thudding
so hard
he
could
feel
every
vibration,
Sam fisted his hand in Patch’s raven-black hair and took the kiss deeper,
brushing lips together before forcing his tongue inside to explore and
conquer.
Patch moaned and pressed closer.
Sam
slid his hand down Patch’s back until he encountered the soft curve of his
ass. He gently stroked his hand over the rounded globe, increasing the
strength of his touch when Patch groaned and started to squirm.
“You
like that, don’t you, sweetness,” Sam stated as he leaned back to watch
Patch’s face. He wanted to see every reaction as he loved on his mate.
Patch was glorious.
Patch’s face was close. Sam could feel hot breath against his face as Patch
panted. He sucked in his bottom lip and groaned when Sam slid a hand down the
inside of his pants and cupped his bare ass cheek. When Sam found the crack of
his ass and pressed a finger between them, Patch’s eyes fluttered close, small
whimpers fell from his plush lips.
“Oh,
yeah, you like that.”
Patch moved against Sam like cool silk against his skin. The man was made for
sex. He was made to be touched, caressed, to have his body worshipped. Sam
could already foresee hours upon hours spent just loving on Patch.
Hell, he might not let the man out of bed…ever!
Sam
wrapped his arm around Patch’s waist and sat up. He chuckled when he saw
Patch’s eyes flip open, surprise washing over his flushed face. Instead of
explaining his actions, Sam simply lifted Patch in his arms and stood up.
Patch’s legs instantly wrapped around him like an octopus. Sam winked at his
mate when his hard cock pressed between his legs. “I like this position,
sweetness.”
The
flush on Patch’s face deepened and he ducked his head. “Me too.”
Sam
carried Patch over to the bed pushed up against the wall. It wasn’t a huge
bed, no bigger than a full size from what Sam could tell. But it would do for
what Sam needed. He gently leaned over it, laying Patch down on the colorful
quilt.
“Time for show and tell, sweetness.”
Patch’s head cocked to one side as if he had no idea what Sam was talking
about but more than willing to find out. Sam reached down and unbuttoned
Patch’s pants then started pulling on the legs. Patch seemed to suddenly
understand and lifted his hips.
“Sweet jesus.” Sam gulped. “Do you go commando all of the time?”
“Yeah, sort of.” Patch chewed on his lips for a brief moment. “Underwear makes
me feel like I’m suffocating.”
“Hey, don’t change that on my account,” Sam quickly replied, not wanting Patch
to get the wrong idea. He dropped Patch’s pants on the floor and reached for
the cock standing up so proudly from his groin. “I love the idea that I have
such easy access.”
Patch’s long needy groan echoed through the bedroom, his hips shooting up,
driving his cock through Sam’s fingers. Sam watched the pleasure play across
Patch’s face as he stroked his hand up and down Patch’s long length.
“Oh,
I am going to have such fun with you, sweetness.” Those hours Sam imagined
they would spend in bed playing just turned into months, maybe years. Patch
was the very image of everything Sam had ever fantasized about. He was
perfection in the flesh.
Sam
slowly pulled Patch’s shirt up over his head, wanting to torture himself just
a bit by revealing every inch of flesh inch by inch. He wasn’t disappointed.
Patch was a little thin but he had good definition.
Sam
had the strong urge to lick his satiny skin.
“Lay
back, sweetness.”
Sam
had trouble not swallowing his tongue when Patch stretched out on the bed, his
arms extending up over his head. He had one leg slightly bent, and his torso
arched up into the air as he moved.
“Sweet jesus,” Sam whispered as he hungrily ate up every sensual movement,
every breath of air that moved Patch’s chest up and down. Hell, the pulse
beating rapidly at the base of his throat was sexy.
Everything about Patch was sexy.
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