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“I have. I do,” Chen said. His tone matched Moon’s breathless one.

“I’ll be completely frank with you. When I started flirting with you, I thought I’d be happy with a smile and maybe a quick fuck. That was it. I had no intention of…of…”

“Wanting more?” Chen finished for him.

Moon licked his lips. “Yeah. That.”

“You won’t be satisfied with just a quick fuck?” Chen’s heart was now hammering in his ears, and his mouth had gone dry. The only thing that could fix that problem was Moon’s mouth.

“No. Definitely not.” Moon released his hold on Chen’s shirt and flattened it, smoothing his palm right over Chen’s heart. “At first, it was fun to annoy your grumpy ass. It still is. But your bossy overprotectiveness is pushing all of my fucking buttons. A guy could get used to having someone care about him.”

Chen took the last step forward in between Moon’s spread thighs. He dipped his head so that the heat of Moon’s parted lips caressed his own lips. “I find your smile rather addictive. As well as your dedication to helping those in need. You didn’t have to, but you’ve willingly risked your life for my family. But my favorite thing might be how you moan for me.”

Moon swallowed hard. His head turned and their lips brushed for a heartbeat and pulled away. “What…what’s the endgame here? Say you get Yichen tomorrow. In a matter of days, you’ve returned to your old life in China and I’m sitting in my old life here in Connecticut. Both of us in a world of hurt, right?”

“Right.” His head felt light as he said that word, part of him thrilled he wasn’t the only one emotionally invested in whatever was forming between them. “What are our options? Stop now or keep going and enjoy the time we have. Which are you most likely to regret for the rest of your life?”

With no hesitation or thought, Moon answered, “Stopping.” His fingers tightened on Chen’s shirt and he pulled. Their mouths slammed together in a blistering kiss. A groan of relief echoed off the walls, but Chen had no idea which one of them had made the sound. The kiss was desperate and hungry. A clash of tongues and teeth as they ate at each other’s mouths.

Chen wrapped his arms around Moon, pulling their bodies flush together while his fingers dug into the warm flesh of his back. Moon rocked against him, pressing his hardening cock into Chen’s stomach, whimpers rising from his throat.

Ripping his lips from Moon’s, Chen kissed his way up his jaw and along his throat, savoring the taste of his warm skin, the crisp scent of him mixed with musky desire.

“Please. Fuck. Please, Chen-ge. Make me come,” Moon begged.

The blood witch begged so prettily. How could he deny him? Besides, he’d been denied the feel of his cock on his tongue last night.

Chen pulled away from Moon enough to jerk down the front of his wonderfully loose pants. The wicked man hadn’t even bothered to put on briefs. That luscious cock sprung free, hard and leaking. Chen dropped to his knees and licked across the head, wringing a sharp cry from Moon, before swallowing him to the very back of his throat.

Moon tasted like heaven. That hot cock on his tongue, filling his mouth and bringing an ache to his jaw as he strained to take all of him in. He fisted the base and stroked him as he sucked his dick, driving Moon faster and faster to his orgasm. His witch shouted, moaned, and pumped his hips, fucking Chen’s face with abandon.

As Moon’s cock swelled, edging closer to release, Chen frantically opened his pants and grabbed his dick. Oh God, he was so close. He could almost come just from sucking Moon and listening to his desperate whimpers. Tingles gathered at his spine and his sac tightened. So close. So fucking close.

A cry broke from Moon as he spilled down Chen’s throat. Chen barely swallowed, his own orgasm slamming into him, sending his cum spilling over his hand. He swallowed everything Moon gave him and licked that delicious cock clean as ecstasy sizzled through every nerve ending.

When he finally released Moon, he closed his eyes and rested his head against Moon’s thigh, savoring this moment of closeness. Yes, their time was running short, but he’d rather carry the good memories to China with him than look back over the long years with regret.

Of course, that was assuming he couldn’t carry the witch with him to China. That would be even better than the memories.

But for now, that would have to wait. They had to make a new plan to deal with the fae…and the witches.

Chapter 17

Chen Bo Cheng

Pale moonlight filtered between the leaves of the trees to caress Moon’s hair and across his rounded cheeks. Chen stared at him for several seconds, lost in the way his jaw cut a sharp line to his chin. The curve of his soft lips, parted on a breath, was intoxicating.