Page 60 of Galen

I huffed and stepped around him, trying to ignore the way my body hummed in his presence.

I didn’t understand it. No one else had ever affected me so strongly before. Maybe I needed a release. The run-in with Phoenix had left me irritable and tense. When I felt like this, I either hit the gym and beat the shit out of a punching bag, or I fucked.

“I know it’s not my place to ask,” Simon said, walking beside me down the hall, “but did something happen with the demons—”

I grabbed his face with both hands and pushed him against the wall, crushing my lips to his. He grunted in surprise before returning the kiss. I breathed in his sweet scent and dipped my tongue into his mouth to taste him. When he linked his wrists behind my neck, I picked him up off the floor and carried him to my room.

Fucking it is, then.

He released an adorable little yelp as I tossed him on the bed and crawled on top of him. I nuzzled his neck and slid my hand down his stomach and popped the button on his jeans.

“Is this okay?”

“Um.” Simon noisily swallowed and arched his back as my fingers dipped into his boxers. “What did you say?”

I chuckled before brushing my lips across the base of his throat. “Sex, Simon. Do you want it?”

“You really have to ask?” he panted, glasses askew on his nose.

“Of course I do.” I moved his glasses back into place. “I’d never take you against your will.”

A knot formed in the pit of my stomach at the thought alone. I might’ve gotten many of my father’s unfavorable traits, yet that was one thing I’d never do. To Simon or to anyone.

His expression softened. “See? You’re a good guy.” He hooked a leg around my thigh and rolled his hips up. “Is this enough of an answer for you?”

I growled before slamming our mouths back together. He rubbed my bare chest as I yanked down his jeans, taking his boxers with them, and then I sat back to pull them down his legs. I grazed my fingertips down his calves—one with a jagged scar from where he was bitten—and he blushed as my eyes locked on his.

“Don’t be shy.”

“I’m not,” he said, averting his gaze. “I’ve just never had someone look at me like that before.”

“Like what?” I kissed his scarred calf.

His blush deepened. “Like you want to eat me.”

I smirked. “Well, I did mention earlier I wanted to devour you.”

“You cannibal.”

I snarled and playfully bit at his leg. And when he giggled so hard he snorted, my soul fucking soared. I didn’t stop to think about why. I kissed back up his body before rejoining our lips.

I had taken my time with Simon the first time we’d fucked, but I was too impatient right then. I needed a release too much. Neededhim.

As our mouths slid together, he worked the zipper on my jeans and pushed them down my ass. His touches were more confident than before, as though he was more comfortable with me now. I hoped so.

“Shit,” he panted as my cock sprung free and pressed to his. “You’re already so hard.”

I took hold of his jaw and forced his eyes to mine. “You made me this way. What do you plan on doing about it?”

Simon bit his bottom lip and wrapped his hand around my shaft, giving me a slow tug. I hung my head and gently nipped at his shoulder. He stroked me a few times before I replaced his hand with mine and jerked both of our cocks. His head fell back on the pillow, and he stared up at me through hooded eyes.

“Galen,” he moaned, lips parting.

“Tell me what you want.” I twisted my wrist on the upstroke, and he shuddered. I reveled in the silky-smooth feel of his cock moving against the underside of mine.

“You,” he said. “Inside me. Now.”

“You’re not ready for me yet.” I lightly grazed my teeth along his chest and licked each of his nipples before continuing down his body. The salty taste of his skin combined with his scent of rain and earth had all my blood rushing south.