Page 65 of Seared Fates

Bathed in red light, round ass up and glitter on the apples of his cheeks—Kai is the most decadent kind of feast.

I lick my lips, so hungry to sink my teeth in, but not even knowing where to start.

Kai’s hand sneaks between us and squeezes my cock. “Because I’ve got abig, hard idea how much you want it.”

His touch is a branding—the pleasure painful enough to forever leave his mark, even through the barrier of jeans. The thought of us skin to skin, his body wrapped tight around me, has my hips surging forward.

Oh, but my Kai likes to play, and he chuckles when I chase his palm for more. Only to take that delicious pressure away.

“You like how hard I am?” My voice comes out shredded between my fangs.

Any control I had burns to ash when Kai offers me another one of his long strokes. I take hold of his hips and thrust my rock-hard cock between his crease, humping into him.

“Oh fuck, yes,” Kai gasps, his hand leaves my clothed shaft, clinging instead to the edge of the desk.

“Because I like how soft you are.” My palm slaps his asscheek.

A shattering, breathy cry shudders out of him, and his legs open wider, so I drive my hips forward. Needing the friction, and wishing it’d burn through the denim to leave not even an inch between us.

“I want these off,” I say between gritted fangs.

He wiggles his hips. “What’s stopping you?”

I lean back, chest heaving. My large bulge pressed between Kai’s crease obscene. Yet at the same time…“Stunning, so lovely,” I whisper, reverent.

“Vidar,” Kai moans and demands all in one go.

“Impatient,” I snort, but who am I kidding when I’m seconds away from bursting.

I lay my palms over his skin-tight black jeans, splaying them over each globe, before hooking my fingers into the hem.

“Ó, Freyja mín…”

Denim slides down inch…by inch…by glorious inch to reveal creamy smooth tawny brown skin.

“Kai, fuck. Look at you, baby. Just. Fucking. Look.”

I palm his cheeks, stroking and petting and worshipping.

“You’re doing great things for my ego.” Kai tries to joke, but his voice is strained. His hand sneaking around his front to start jerking up and down.

The sound of my jeans unzipping fills the room.

“Oh God, Vidar.” Kai drops his forehead to the desk with a softthunk. His teasing replaced with a desperate whine. “Lube, get lube.”

I spank his ass again just to watch it bounce. Kai’s sharp intake of breath, then drawn-out purring exhale, fuels me to do it again. Then again—slapping, rubbing away any pain. Slapping again.

“Vidar,” Kai moans, his grip on the table shaking and white-knuckled.

I groan and pull away from him regretfully before rushing around to the front of the desk and ripping open one of the drawers. The contents spill out, along with a bottle of lube.

I didn’t doubt that Lucero, Rurik, or Ramy—who’ve all had enough men in this room to fill the club downstairs—had the proper equipment stashed in the drawers.

I rush back to Kai and finally free my thick, throbbing flesh. My cock is curved up and aimed for my mate, pearly beads of precum leaking from my slit.

I flick open the cap, Kai shivering as the cool liquid hits his crease. I sink to my knees and plant kisses on the small of his back, wanting to soothe away all of his discomfort.

Only when he’s trembling from pleasure do I rise, dropping the lube to roll away and grab hold of both cheeks.