Page 14 of Keeper of All

The guy's lush lips parted in surprise, and to Ekon it was all the invitation he needed. “Mine,” he demanded with a confidence he had never felt in his life before and claimed the man’s mouth in a hungry kiss.

Sweetness and heat made his body yearn when it came with resistance for a split second, then tongues met, sliding in an erotic dance that had his ass becoming slick. The man crushing them together, the fingers in his hair digging in painfully as he made an erotic sound in the back of his throat, made Ekon’s cock leak.

“Smell so fucking good,” the man muttered between hungry kisses. He changed the angle, hands holding Ekon’s head as he explored Ekon’s mouth, seeking—what, who knew. Ekon just never wanted it to end.

He’d been kissed before—no that was wrong, what the man was doing wasn’t kissing it was taking him apart in greedy bites. He sucked Ekon’s tongue into his mouth. A sharp tooth nicked the side of his tongue and the pained growl the man made sent spikes of desire straight out the end of his cock, soaking his pants and scenting the air with sex. His body throbbed and bucked, pushing his hips up seeking something to grind against to release the erotic torment building like a pressure cooker. He was desperate to blow.

“No,” he cried as his mouth was released, chest heaving, lust-filled glazed eyes stared at him. Those swollen, temping lips were too far away. Ekon reached up and dragged him back. “Don’t stop.”

Lips brushed his in a teasing kiss, and he groaned in frustration. “I don’t know your name.”

Ekon blinked owlishly, his sluggish mind trying to play catch up when his dick was getting pissy at being denied. “Name?”

The deep chuckle made his heart skip a beat, as did the light of amusement in those dark eyes he wanted to dive into. “I’m Mao Putney.”

His dick pulsed as he scrambled to figure out why that name sounded familiar to him. “Putney,” he rumbled, working to get his breathing under control when Mao was lying on him. “I’m Ekon,” he replied absently watching Mao nod.

His eyes revealed concern, or was it that Ekon could sense it? His senses were humming with something.

“You might know my brothers. Ben and Kylo,” he uttered so quietly that at first Ekon thought he must be mistaken.

He reversed their position in a flash, his cock not happy but his brain was getting back online at the mention of Ben. The same Ben, who was the ex-shifter council lead, they’d kidnapped and held hostage. Fuck. Fuck. Had Ben told Mao that?

Ekon moved and sat back on his heels, staring at the man on the ground now resting on his elbows. He was fucking stunning: all dark curls around a handsome face that sported those lush lips and eyes that seemed to see right into Ekon’s soul. Dressed in camouflage clothing, it wasn’t that capturing Ekon’s attention but the rather impression erection tenting his trousers. His mouth watered for a taste, to feel it stretch his lips with its impressive length.

He forced himself to switch his attention when he reminded himself who Mao was. He was taller than Ekon by maybe an inch or two he assessed. He was bulkier with impressive arms and shoulders. Exactly the type Ekon was attacked to before he considered the mate aspect. That wasn’t what he was thinking about right then—yes, it was—just it wasn’t the priority.

What was Mao doing here?

Who cares, he’s our mate, his cougar purred, stretching in his mind almost like it was trying to show itself off.

Quit it. I need to think.

I wasn’t the one with my tongue down his throat a minute ago.

Ekon pretended his cheeks weren’t heating and possibly the color of a red rose right then. He tried to think of something to say as the silence between them lengthened. His cock in pretty much the same state as Mao’s, it hadn’t gotten with the program that sex wasn’t what they should be doing.

Say’s who?

I liked it better when we didn’t talk, Ekon snipped back.

“Do you know them?” Mao asked when the tension between them snapped at the air like a bull whip.

Ekon licked his lips and moaned low and needy at the lingering taste of the man on the ground.

Mao’s nostril’s flared as his eyes narrowed and dipped to Ekon’s protruding cock. “I do… I kidnapped your brother,” Ekon confessed trying to give them both something else to think about.

A full-bodied laugh filled the forest as Mao’s head tilted back, revealing his throat. What sun that flittered through the canopy sprinkled Mao’s hair with threads of gold. Captivated, Ekon’s teeth extended, pushing through his gums in a thirst to taste the blood thrumming through the jugular at the base of his surprisingly graceful neck.

The laughter died as the strength of his desire flooded the forest. “Do you want me?”

A solemn question, one Ekon had only one answer to, his nod was curt. “Do you?”

Mao didn’t respond immediately, emotions with like a fast-flowing river crossing his features too fast for Ekon to fathom when he didn’t know this man—expect on a soul level that spoke to him being his. Would it be enough for now? His hunger to taste made everything else feel immaterial to him. Was it the same for Mao?

The panther rose with exquisite grace. Ekon’s heart raced when Mao peeled off his clothes, his gaze never moving from Ekon even when he had to raise his booted feet to unlace them.

When gloriously naked, he stood on his sleeping bag, his arms out at his side, offering silently. His gaze challenging him.