Page 166 of Mortal Sins

Snod smiled softly, finally letting go and narrowing his eyes at Lorenzo, warning again, “Very slow,

very painful—”

“Death, lots of death,” Lorenzo said, bobbling his head. “Yup. Got it. Threats of homicide read loud

and clear.”

“Goodnight, guys!” Frankie chuckled, taking Snod’s hand and pulling him toward his bedroom.

“You’re sleeping on the couch, Lorenzo!” Snod called out over his shoulder, pouting when Lorenzo

and Athaliah laughed at him. He didn’t like this at all, but Frankie’s lips proved to once again be an

effective distraction.

Frankie had pushed him up against the door the moment it shut, kissing him passionately and

mumbling earnestly, “Don’t worry. Lorenzo is a gentleman, nothing will happen.”

Snod was not going to volunteer any information on his brother’s innocence or apparent lack thereof,

his concerns lost to Frankie’s sweet kiss. Their hands were all over each other, pulling and tugging at

their clothes to seek out bare flesh. Snod’s heart was pounding so hard that he swore it was skipping

beats, moaning as Frankie’s cool tongue slipped inside his mouth and pushed against his own.

Frankie was guiding them to the bed, the rest of their clothing vanishing along the way, panting hard,

“I really, really missed you. I thought about you all the time.”

“I missed you, too,” Snod agreed, dragging his hands through Frankie’s hair, surprised that his chest

was suddenly aching. “So much.”

The ache was beautiful and tender, so strong that it was difficult to breathe, but Snod didn’t want it to

ever stop. He wanted to savor this feeling forever, grunting when Frankie toppled them down onto the

bed together. They were a mass of bare limbs, grappling together and grinding close.

Snod managed to work himself on top of Frankie, using his hips to hold him in place. He started

kissing and sucking at the cold skin of his throat, his shoulder, biting his collarbone until Frankie

cried out. He had missed the taste of him, the smooth glide of his skin, and the sounds he made, fuck,

he had missed those so much.

Snod could feel that they were both hard, pushing his hips down until their cocks pressed together in

the most amazing way, the resulting friction making his guts clench with pleasure. They’d had a lot of

sex over the past few weeks, but this seemed different somehow.

This would be the first time with no deception between them, the first time they were honestly and

truly going to lay together because it was what they both desired with no strings attached. Perhaps it