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He might fall… or he might fly.
“The only thing I’d regret,” he said softly, “is not getting to be with you.”
Quinten sucked in a breath, his nostrils flaring, and then he was crushing his lips against Caden’s for the first time.
Whimpering, Caden grabbed onto his forearms and held on for dear life.
Goddess, the man could kiss.
His lips moved insistently, his tongue swiping at Caden’s mouth until he opened on a groan, and Quinten dove in, tasting every inch of him. His fingers tightened on Caden’s jaw, the tiny lick of pain shooting fire through his veins.
The soft, scratchiness of Quinten’s beard made him shudder, and he pressed closer, needing so much more.
Quinten’s mouth slid away, latching onto Caden’s neck. He threw his head back on a hoarse moan, his hands scrambling for purchase on the smooth skin of Quinten’s back.
“Fuck, kitten, I love the sounds you make. So fucking needy for me.”
Shivering, he nodded loosely, barely keeping his legs under him as Quinten sucked hard on the side of his neck. He keened softly, arching his whole body and rubbing their growing erections together.
“What do you want?” Quinten mumbled, moving down to Caden’s shoulder and biting down.
His body jolted, the tip of his cock beginning to leak already.
It took barely anything for this man to get him so riled up he was worried he’d start humping his thigh to get relief. He knew why though, even if Quinten couldn’t see it yet.
They were perfect for each other because they were made for one another.
His human instinctively knew exactly how to touch him, when to be rough and when to be soft. How to drive him wild with just a few words.
“Kitten?”
“Hmm?” He threaded his fingers through Quinten’s soft hair, encouraging him to keep licking and biting at the sensitive skin of his throat.
“What do you want?” he asked again, amusement clear in his voice.
“Whatever you want,” he said, breathless and without hesitation.
Quinten groaned, nipped at the edge of his jaw, and lifted his head. “Fuck, you already look wrecked.”
Caden just nodded, too distracted by Quinten’s lust-filled hazel eyes and damp lips to really focus on what he was saying. He supposed that probably did mean he was wrecked. Wholly, completely. Smashed to pieces by this man who so many feared but whom Caden trusted with every part of himself.
“Get on your knees, kitten.”
Moaning, Caden dropped to the hard floor in an instant, reaching out and grabbing the back of Quinten’s thighs and staring up at him. His thick chest was heaving, and his cock was rock-hard behind the thin material of his briefs.
Caden’s mouth watered as he stared at it, wanting it in his mouth more than he wanted his next breath.
“God, look at you,” Quinten grunted, hooking his thumbs into the waistband and pushing them down. They got caught on his thick, hairy thighs, so Caden snagged the bunched-up material and tugged them the rest of the way down.
Then he leaned in and buried his face in the crease between Quinten’s thigh and groin.
He moaned at the heady scent of orange blossoms and sweat, unable to resist licking Quinten’s heavy-hanging balls.
Rough fingers sank into his hair and held him tighter against that fragrant skin, pressing him so close he could barely breathe.
He loved it. It was as close as he’d ever get to sinking inside Quinten’s scent and skin, and he reveled in it, loving how Quinten was taking control but still giving him what he wanted.
He used his tongue to draw one ball into his mouth, sucking on it gently. He groaned in disappointment when those strong fingers yanked him back. Licking his lips, he could still taste Quinten’s salty skin on them and shivered.
