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"May I kiss you?"
Rogan seemed to be peering at him intently,
making Tom's heart turn over in response. Tom nodded, his feelings too
overwhelming to verbally reply, but something in Rogan's manner soothed him.
Tom's calm was shattered when Rogan traced his
lips with his tongue before covering his mouth hungrily. Rogan's moist, firm
mouth demanded a response. The kiss quickly turned urgent and exploratory,
sending spirals of ecstasy through Tom.
He was a little shocked at his eager
response to the touch of Rogan's lips against his. They were supposed to be
taking this slow, dating and getting to know each other. All Tom could think
about was what that long, thick cock pressed against his abdomen would feel
like pounding into his ass.
Tom broke away from Rogan's mouth and moaned
when the man grabbed a handful of his ass. He arched closer, needing more
friction, more pressure, more...something. "Oh, please."
"What do you need, baby?"
Tom wasn't sure he could put it into words so
he reached down and palmed Rogan's cock. Rogan bucked against him before
groaning.
"Be sure you know what you're asking, Tom."
Rogan's words were steel hard, but there was a slight tremor to the tone. "If
I take you, I'm keeping you."
At the moment, that sounded pretty damn good.
Rogan fisted his hand in Tom's hair and yanked
his head back until their eyes met. There was something feral in Rogan's eyes,
something that made Tom want to tilt his head back and offer himself up to the
powerful man.
"I will keep you, Tom. I will kiss you and
touch you and fuck you whenever and wherever I want, and I won't ask
permission first. You will be mine. My mate. Do you understand?"
Blood pounded in Tom's brain, leapt to his
heart, and made his knees tremble as his emotions whirled and skidded. The
very air around him seemed electrified, as if it too was waiting for Tom's
response.
Tom licked his lips then whispered the words
that he knew would change his life forever. "I understand."
He was totally unprepared for the response his
words would garner. Rogan growled. Hard, searching lips slammed down on his,
stealing his breath. He didn't even notice that Rogan was working his shirt
off until the man pulled his shirt off over his head. His pants and shoes
quickly followed until he stood in the man's arms in all his naked glory.
His heart thumped erratically and a hot ache
grew in his throat. Rogan made no attempt to hide the fact that he was
watching Tom's every move.
Tom felt the strength of Rogan's hands as they
cupped his ass and squeezed then lifted him up. When they reached the bed,
Rogan followed him down as he laid him on the mattress. Tom's body tingled
from the contact of his skin against the fabric of Rogan's clothes.
Tom's fingers ached to touch Rogan, but he
didn't know what was allowed so he decided to just go with what felt right.
Rogan continued to watch him as he reached up and unbuttoned his shirt then
pushed it from his shoulders.
Rogan shrugged it off then leaned down to
claim Tom's lips again. Tom eagerly opened his mouth and allowed the man in,
going for the buttons and zipper on the man's pants at the same time. He
wanted Rogan naked more than he wanted his next breath.
He had no idea why he was giving into this
whole mate claiming thing so quickly. Logically, he knew he shouldn't be. All
he could think was that it felt right to him. Every touch, every press of
skin, every brush of Rogan's lips against his own, all of it felt right.
Something was settling deep inside of him with each sweet caress.
Tom groaned and arched up when Rogan's lips
latched onto his nipple. It was such a simple thing, but it drove him insane.
His arousal skyrocketed, his cock hardening to steel.
Rogan's hot breath blew out across his skin as
he whispered, "You feel so good, baby."
Ton didn't think he could verbalize how Rogan
felt, his strong muscular body pressing him down into the mattress. There just
weren't words invented in the English language to describe the utter bliss
that shattered Tom's calm.
It was a feeling he eagerly accepted.
Tom cried out when Rogan moved down his body.
The man lavished Tom's skin with his tongue, his teeth nipping here and there.
Anticipation built in Tom until he felt as if he was poised on the precipice
of something momentous.
Spots formed in front of Tom's eyes when
Rogan's lips closed around the head of his cock. He'd had blow jobs before,
but never like this. When Rogan sucked the entire length of his cock down his
throat, Tom was pretty damn sure the man was trying to suck his soul out
through his dick. He could have it as long as he never stopped doing what he
was doing.
"Rogan," Tom gasped when two slick fingers
speared his ass.
He had no idea where Rogan had gotten the
lube, because he didn't keep any at his grandmother's house and he hadn't had
the time to bring any here from his apartment.
He also didn't remember his lube being so warm
or so smoother. It felt as if Rogan's fingers were wrapped in liquid silk.
Heated liquid silk.
When Rogan moved up to kneel between his legs,
grabbing his cock and moving it toward him, Tom held out a hand. "Lube, what
did you do with the lube?"
They seriously needed more lube.
Rogan's wide grin confused him.
"What?"
"I am a shifter, baby, and you are my mate."
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