Page 119 of Glitched Fates & Stolen Mates

“Can you get naked too?” I blurted out, my face burning.

Kit’s laugh was warm and fond. “With pleasure.”

He sat back on his heels, pulling his cardigan over his head in one smooth motion, then his shirt. Kit clearly knew me well enough to leave the bedroom light off—the soft glow from the corridor was more than enough. I lost my train of thought completely, transfixed by the play of hallway light across Kit’s shoulders, the way shadows carved out the definition of his chest and stomach. Scars crisscrossed his torso—some thin and faded, others more pronounced, but they only made him more beautiful somehow, proof of everything he’d survived.

“You okay?” he asked, pausing with his hands at his belt.

“I don’t look like you,” I said stupidly, suddenly hyperaware of my skinny frame, my complete lack of any muscle definition.

“Thank fuck for that. I don’t want competition.” His grin was wicked. “I just want you to ogle me.”

He leaned down, running his hand over my soft stomach before pressing a kiss just below my ribs. “I love your body. It’s perfect, just the way it is.” Another kiss, lower this time. “Though you do still need to learn how to run for more than five minutes without having an asthma attack.”

I groaned, covering my face with my hands. “Way to kill the mood.”

Kit chuckled, standing to shed his jeans whilst I shrugged out of my hoodie and T-shirt. Soon we were both down to our underwear, with the sight of Kit’s body in nothing but tight white briefs making my heart thump wildly.

He climbed back on top of me, settling his weight carefully between my thighs. His hand cupped my cheek, thumb stroking across my cheekbone.

“I have a confession,” he said softly.

My heart stuttered. “Yeah?”

“I haven’t been with anyone since I met you. It felt like cheating.”

I inhaled sharply. What?! “Oh… wow. That’s… wow.” No pressure, then. “Well, I hope I’m worth all that wait.”

“Felix.” Kit’s gaze locked onto mine, unwavering. “I would have waited a thousand eternities for you.”

My throat closed up, skin prickling hot everywhere he touched me. I swallowed hard. This was almost too much—too romantic, too overwhelming, too perfect.

What did I do to deserve the affection of a man as lovely as this?

“Um… thanks?”

Kit’s laughter boomed through the bedroom, rich and delighted. “You don’t need to thank me. It wasn’t a selfless act. But I’m so, so glad I waited now.” He pierced me with his gaze. “Though the reason I’m telling you this is that I wondered if you wanted to use a condom or not.”

I froze for a moment, my poor brain scrambling to make the decision.

“I guess not, then?”

“Okay.” He smiled at me, all teeth, almost wolfishly. This was definitely the right answer. “If that’s what you want.”

Kit leaned down to press soft kisses up my neck, his breath warm against my skin. He was obsessed with my neck—we’d probably give Seb and Flynn a run for their money in that department. The love bite he’d given me when we had sex in my lair lasted almost an entire week, and while it had been mortifying trying to hide it, there was something about secretly carrying his mark that made me giddy. I’d caught myself touching it constantly, remembering the intensity of that moment, the way he’d sucked and nipped at my skin like he wanted to brand me as his.

Kit hooked his thumbs into the waistband of my boxers, pausing to meet my eyes. At my nod, he slid them down my legs, and I kicked them off somewhere into the darkness. His own followed a moment later, then Kit shuffled down the bed, his mouth moving straight to my cock. I gasped as his tongue flicked over the head. We’d done this enough times now that I was well acquainted with the sensation—Kit’s tongue mapping every ridge and vein, the wet heat of him when he took me deeper, the way his throat somehow managed to swallow around me when he did that thing that made me see stars.

Kit always worshipped my cock like it was something sacred, like he’d been put on this earth specifically to drive me out of my mind with pleasure. His hands gripped my thighs as he worked, keeping me exactly where he wanted me whilst his mouth performed absolute magic.

I pressed my hand against the back of his head, and he nuzzled into the touch, humming around my cock in a way that made my hips jerk involuntarily.

But as good as it felt—and it felt incredible—something was nagging at me. Everything we’d done before this had mainly been about me. Kit making me feel good, Kit taking care of me, Kit making sure I was comfortable and satisfied. I’d barely even touched his cock, really. A few fumbling attempts through fabric, some hesitant strokes, but nothing like what he was doing to me.

“Kit,” I managed, my voice strangled. “Will you let me…”

He pulled off with a wet sound, looking up at me with swollen lips and dark eyes. “You need to say it,” he said, when I hesitated.

My face burned furiously hot. “Will you let me suck you this time?” I blurted out, then immediately wanted to disappear into the mattress.