Page 123 of Broken Bonds

He shakes his head. “Doesn’t matter. I want this—I want you.”

“We need to have a fuckin’ talk,” I say. “And soon.”

“Later,” he whines.

He lifts his head, trying to kiss me, and I slant my lips over his again to oblige. Then I press my forehead against his, pinning his head to the pillow beneath him, trying to ignore the way our erections are rubbing against each other.

“Baby,” I gasp, “I can’t un-fuck you once this happens.”

“I’m not a virgin, Todd.” He stares up at me, a mix of feral defiance and lust burning in his gaze. “If Jax won’t throw you out over this, then please do it, because I need you.”

I kiss him again and he wraps his legs around me—goddamn the pup is agile—and is humping me even as I still have his arms pinned to the bed.

Stretching, I release his wrists as I reach for the nightstand and yank the drawer open so I can find the bottle of lube in there. I know a lot of omegas get slick, but I’m not one to risk hurting him.

The sheets will also need to be changed, because we’re about to make one hell of a mess, I’m sure.

Squirting a bunch in my hand, I slather it all over me while Mal practically launches his hips up at me.

I laugh and brace myself with my left arm and hold the base of my cock with my right, sliding it between his ass cheeks as I stare into his eyes.

He wraps his arms around my neck, unblinking as he returns my gaze.

Finding his rim, I slowly press for entrance. His lips part, eyes nearly rolling back in his head. “Yeeesss!”

I hear it.

But he doesn’t say it.

I wipe my hand off on the sheet and grab Mal’s chin. “Look at me.”

He forces his eyes open while rocking his hips, desperately trying to coax me deeper, but I hold my position with the head of my cock just inside his rim.

“I’ve never been able to mentally communicate with another shifter before, like we did during our run.” Then I think to him. “Can you hear me?”

He starts to nod when he freezes, his eyes wide as he realizes what I’ve done. “Yes,” he whispers.

I shake my head and wait, and he finally gives me what I want.

“Yes,” he thinks to me.

“I don’t know if this is a mate bond or what,” I say aloud, “but we need to talk to Jax ASAP.”

Something akin to horror washes across his features. “Right now?”

I chuckle. “No. Not right now. This first.”

He nods, smiling, and I flex my hips, making a little more progress. He’s tight and hot and fuck he feels sooo goddamned good, and every sweet moan he gives me sends my pulse surging.

Kissing him again, I tease him, slowly thrusting, withdrawing, pressing forward a little deeper each time, but not doing what I know he wants, and that’s ramming home and burying myself fully inside him.

I mean, I want that, too, but goddamn, I’m honestly afraid if I do that I’m going to come.

Because he feels just. That. Good.

Once I am balls-deep inside of him, his ass tightly nestled against my pubes, I capture his hands again and pin them over his head as I kiss my way back and forth across his jaw, down his neck, lightly nipping and kissing and licking, savoring his taste.

Savoring him.