Page 33 of Keeper of All

“I’ll say good night,” Ekon murmured, walking past and up the stairs, in the direction he’d seen Conrad head earlier, doing his absolute best to not laugh.

You laugh and I swear I’ll…

Whatever threat Mao was about to make died, as he smirked at his mate when they rounded the top of the stairs and were out of view. Ekon pushed Mao against the closest wall, licking the salty skin down to his claim mark. Teasing it with the tip of his tongue feeling each shockwave of desire pulse through Mao whose hips rolled, working his cock against Ekon’s. When Mao’s eyes rolled into the back of his head, Ekon bit his mating mark with enough force to mark but not break skin.

Mao shuddered violently, fingers wrapped into Ekon’s hair, tugging hard enough to feel it at the roots, while the aroma of his mate's cum hung between them.

Ekon’s erection ached with the need to come, but he had learned restraint and this time his reward would be claiming his mate's ass. So instead of rushing, he clung to Mao, vicariously soaking up each moan, whimper, and groan his mate released as he trembled through his climax until he went lax in his arms.

He placed a sweet kiss on Mao’s sweaty forehead.

Now which is your room? We’ll need a locked door for this next part because we wouldn’t want your mom bursting in on us when you start screaming my name.

Breathless, head lolling on Ekon’s shoulder, wearing a just-fucked look, Mao blinked lazily. Screaming.

Yep. He gave Mao a shit-eating grin, riding the high of his climax too.

He titled his head toward the door at the end of the hallway, a slow smile forming. “In there.”

He came closer to Ekon’s ear and whispered, “Screaming… never gonna happen.”

Back to chuckling, Ekon walked with confidence to the door, moving Mao to release a hand to open the door. Mao reached for a light switch as they stepped inside, and the room was flooded in a soft pink light.

Ekon kicked the door closed with his boot, his attention on the very masculine room that was much bigger than any bedroom he’d been in before. The wooden floor was polished, and rugs sat on either side of the bed, under two, large windows, that had slate gray blinds, both closed. He assumed to block out the sun and keep the room cool. A ceiling fan moved lazily above the vast bed sitting between the two windows.

Mosquito nets hung from the large oak wooden frame shrouding the bed and were cast in a pink glow from the overhead light.

The walls were white—or pink in the light—but barely any could be seen for large paintings of snow-capped mountains and the fuck off huge TV hanging on the wall opposite the end of the bed. To the left, a two-seater couch in dark blue sat with a small reading table next to it. Pillows, a mountain of them, were scattered on the couch and the bed in an array of blues and grays.

The dent in the cushions on the couch suggested it was a favored place to sit.

“Nice.”

Mao shrugged, and Ekon thought he got a sense of embarrassment. “It’s home.”

“I can see that,” he murmured softly against Mao’s lips.

Whether it would be his home too, that was yet to be determined. For now, he wanted to make use of the bed built for men as large as them.

“Now where were we?” He strode to the bed and tugged the net aside and dropped Mao on the bed. Thoughts of a cool shower were no longer a priority. Getting his mate naked and the door locked… in what order he didn’t care.

Mao lay sprawled on his back, legs dangling off the bed, wearing a sexy smirk. “Dissuading you of the notion you could make me scream.”

Ekon strode to the door and, glancing back at Mao as he turned the key, wore a wicked grin. He spun on his heel and returned to the bed and quickly divested Mao of his boots, then his clothes until he was naked. His erection, heavy and hard, pointed up at what it wanted.

Desire stained Mao’s cheekbones as his arms flexed and tensed when Ekon stripped off his own clothes, teasing Mao by running his hands over hard abs and firm pecks, reaching for his puckered nipples.

“Pinch them for me, please,” Mao begged unashamedly, his eyes revealing the hunger that hung in the air and through their bond. His cock glistened as it leaked onto his stomach. It bobbed in time to his pulse, but he didn’t reach to touch. The scent was intoxicating as the fan moved the air.

This was Ekon’s show, and he loved that Mao got he needed this. He wanted to drive his mate to distraction until he did indeed scream for what he wanted—Ekon inside him.

Just like a layer cake, Ekon built each layer of desire, Mao adding to the delight of the layers as he obeyed.

Ekon fingertips tugged on the furled flesh then squeezed, wanting the bite of pain. He moaned at the sweet ache. At how the desire spread through him at the feel of Mao’s heated stare watching his every move. How he held himself back when he wanted to be in charge.

Sliding a hand over smooth, slick skin, Ekon’s muscles trembled at the delicate touch while the fingertips remained on his nipple squeezing and pulling until he felt his cock buck and drip.

“Fuck,” Mao breathed in wonder. “Look at you. So fucking gorgeous, I want to eat you alive.”